#but also keep fucking talking i have more thoughts

[biteyoubiteme]

i’m BACK!

clearly i’m a sucker for sub!member…

sub!hyunjin !!!! we need to talk abt him more !!

i’d just love to hear your thoughts !! 🫶

sub!hyunjin thoughts

hyunjin x gn!reader

warnigns: 🔞!!! sub!hyunjin, handjob, cum eating, prob forgot some sorry

wc: 0.5k

an: omg I love sub!member so much thank you so much for requesting I hope you like this one !! :))) also answering this one before the beomgyu one im sorry lol hyunjin has just been on my mind so heavy lately

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When you first met Hyunjin you didn't expect him to be so whiny in bed, begging for your touch, your attention. It was so new for you to be wanted so badly in this way. Not the usual pining but the need for which he wanted you was different. Your phone was full of his whimpering voice messages. “I-I can’t stop thinking about you- I need you, please baby- call me please-“ 

he will send you videos attached of his twitching bulge, leaking spots of precum dotting the fabric of his underwear. And when you tell him not to touch himself he will listen, fumbling over his words when you get back to his dorm, desperately trying to keep himself together just at the sight of you coming into his room. First tangled in the sheets, his knuckles bleached from the hold, hips jerking, humping the air. 

You always take care of him so well, so much so that he falls asleep drained in the middle of you cleaning him up. You will wrap up with him in his bed only waking up to the way he's rolling his hips, humping the mattress, half asleep and unaware he has woken you. “Hyunjin,” you draw out his name, your morning voice catching him by the throat. 

“I'm sorry,” he whines, “I just- I dreamt about last night and-and-” he's cut off by his own moan when you slip your hand in front of him, palming him over his sweatpants. 

“You have to be quiet, everyone else might wake up if you're too loud,” and you will snake your arm under his head, pulling him closer to you as you shove your fingers into his mouth.  It's instinctive for him to suck on the digits, moaning around them as you dip your hand into his waistband. He's already so leaky, your thumb rolling over his tip to collect anything you could to help aid your strokes. 

He can't even keep himself from trying to fuck into your hand, writhing against you, the vibrations around your fingers shooting up your wrist. You purposefully keep the drags of your hand slow and languid, “I love when my pretty boy thinks of me; so cute, so hard,” you build up your pace, wrist jerking as you follow his full length. But it's when you switch it up and circle your fingers around his tip, tugging short strokes, that finally breaks him. 

He doesn't need to speak for you to know he's about to cum, his stomach flexing, balls drawing up, and cock twitching, all mixed with his muffled whimpers lead to him spilling in your hand. He's still moaning when you pull out your fingers from his mouth only to replace them with your now cream-coated ones. 

Peppering kissing down his neck, he licks your hand clean, “Does my pretty boy feel better?” 

But he only responds with a whimper, still hard and begging for more. 

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more… more percy jackson french kissing talk.. please… imagine im dying in a desert and this is the water that will save me…

imagine me, your savior, ascending from the sky through a burst of blinding lights… I am here for you dear anon, I will quench your thirst

——— ౨ৎ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

okay, here we go. firstly, allow me to apologize for my horny thoughts here this is detailed 🤕

okay, percy is the son of a literal greek god meaning not only does he inherit incredibly good looks (n we allll know poseidon is scrumptiousssss mhmmm) the rest of him is nearly god-like to an extent that you wouldn’t believe if I told you. and this, of course, includes kissing!! I just know, like I can feel it in my veins, this boy kisses with everything in him…

but it’s not like he’s rough with you, he wouldn’t dare (unless you asked�� that’s a different story for another time), they’re like gentle-passionate kisses that make your tummy twist into tight knots of pleasure. and his hands, gods, he always says “they have a mind of their own” (fucking nerd) though when they’re slipping under your shirt or riding up your skirt that seems to be a stretch of a statement. though even sometimes he keeps a steady hand on your jaw to keep your head in place while he completely devours your mouth like holy shit dude this is NOT a thanksgiving feast!!!!

and now to the real french kissing part— he’s fucking unmerciful, I’m talking tongue exploring your mouth, clashing with your own, teeth rubbing against each other (they’re so gonna be sore the next time you brush them). you’re also kind of concerned that by how far is tongue is shoved into your mouth you might gag at this point, he’s literally awful LMAO

but, to wrap this up— 10/10 make out sesh would TOTALLY recommend!!!!! 😋

[beanarie]

i never wanted water once part 3

tommy is also breakup baking, prompted by my dear @sanguinarysanguinity

tw: mention of parent death, mention of child abuse

part 1

part 2

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Gutierrez eyes him on his way out of the locker room. "Feel like no one ever sees you anymore. You coming back to the pickup game or what?"

"Oh." Tommy gives his damp hair one last rub from the towel. "I wasn't planning on it, to be honest. Too awkward."

Gutierrez frowns. "Why?"

"You know," Tommy says, wishing he didn't have to, "Eddie Diaz. I broke up with his best friend."

"Diaz hasn't shown in weeks. Probably got injured. You know how that crew is."

And that. Well. He and Eddie were friends. They became tight very quickly in a way Tommy hasn't experienced with many people. He shouldn't have thrown a connection like that away without at least trying to salvage it.

He sends a text, a polite, generic one asking about his welfare. Worst thing that can happen is Eddie tells him to fuck off and he's back where he started. He fully expects to be left on read.

He does not expect Eddie to tell him he's moving back to Texas because he's given up on his son deciding to come home. Eddie invites him to a pre-going away dinner at a bar and grill before he goes down South for a few days to scout out homes. And, no, absolutely not. But Tommy proposes getting a drink, just the two of them. Eddie very validly explains that he can't spare the time, since he's already started packing up his life and he's working overtime to save up for a down payment. Tommy gets it. He does.

The day after the dinner, Eddie calls him. "Hey, man. I know we're like two ships passing in the night, but I didn't want to leave without a proper goodbye. I still got some more shifts before I move for good, but the time will go by quick. We'll just stay on the line, okay? Keep me company while I go through my kitchen cabinets."

"It's good to hear from you," Tommy says honestly.

"So yeah." Eddie hums. "Why'd you do it?"

"Text you?" Tommy says. "I heard that-"

"Kinard," Eddie says, unamused.

"Yeah. Sorry."

"You just didn't seem the type to flee."

None of you know me as well as you thought you did, Tommy doesn't say. That's not fair to any of them. "I wasn't, in the past. Well, I tried not being that. A couple times. It didn't work out."

"Oh," Eddie says. "There it is."

"There what is?"

"You've got shit."

"Haven't we all?"

"Hey, I am not denying that." Eddie chuckles. "Do you plan on dealing with it, or letting it blow up every good thing you find until you die?"

"Jesus, Eddie."

"What's the point in mincing words? You did something dumb and destructive. What kinda friend would I be if I let that go without saying anything?"

"So what's the weather even like in El Paso? Does it ever get below 100?"

After a groan, Eddie lets Tommy talk about his shit, about Texas, parenthood, and chess clubs, for the rest of the call. Tommy can't say that he'll miss him. He missed him already and now he gets to continue doing so. All of this sucks.

Tommy tries his hand at gnocchi made with ricotta, lemon, and pepper that subsequently almost causes a fistfight during B shift.

Demetra favors him with a warm smile, taking in the large box in his hands. "Tom, right? Welcome! What's all this?"

"Tommy," he says easily, impressed she remembered his name at all. He hasn't been to this slightly dusty community center in five or six years. "Uh, this is garlic knots and mini calzones."

"Well, hey. You're even more welcome than before. Come take a seat."

December is a stupid time to rejoin group, many of the participants close to the edge from a cocktail of seasonal depression, missing dead loved ones, and generalized loneliness. Tommy knew it would be like this going in. He counted on it. Everyone will have so much to say that there likely won't be any time for him to open his mouth. He's not ready to spill. It will help to just soak in the atmosphere of unashamed honesty for a while.

At his third meeting, Cal, a slender guy in his mid twenties with a curly mohawk, keeps bringing up his mother. "She never wanted me to enlist," he says, "and now that I'm back home and struggling, she can't stop being all 'I told you so' morning, noon, and night. She never says it, but she is thinking it."

"Is she?" Tommy finds himself asking. "Or are you putting something on her that isn't there?"

"Maybe so." Cal pops one of Tommy's fried ravioli in his mouth and chews thoughtfully. "I don't know, I should probably give her a chance, think first about what she's actually saying before I react. But it's hard in the moment, you know?"

"Tommy?" Demetra says a minute later, making him feel like a kid being called on by the teacher. "How's your relationship with your mom?"

"Nonexistent. She died when I was fifteen." He crosses his ankles. "Fell asleep in the car on our way back from an away game and we couldn't wake her up. Heart attack."

Demetra frowns sympathetically. "That must've been hard for a kid to witness."

"I've seen so much worse since then. People shot in the head by machine guns, people covered in burns over most of their bodies..."

Demetra shakes her head slightly. "They weren't your mom."

He ducks his head, pressing his lips together. "True. It's just- That's not- It's not trauma. I don't fear falling asleep and not waking up."

"What do you fear?" Cal asks.

Being left, being hurt, being validated in his belief that no one will ever see him for all he is and choose to stick around. "Standard stuff, really. Clowns, taxes, drivers on the freeway."

He gets a pity laugh, a groan or two, and one outright glare. "Okay, okay." He exhales loudly. "Ending up alone by someone else's choice rather than mine."

"So you're cool with being on your own, as long as you're the one keeping everyone away," Cal says.

God, that sounds idiotic. "Yes?"

"You prefer it like this?" asks a woman about his own age wearing a green bomber jacket.

He shrugs. "It's not ideal, but as far as worst case scenarios go, it's okay. It's fine."

"It's spineless," says a gray-haired man with a Desert Storm hat.

Tommy doesn't flinch. "Yeah, that's kind of an inherent character trait. I keep thinking I got it licked, then it shows up wearing another face. Scared of my dad, so I joined the army and became someone he couldn't hurt anymore. Scared of people knowing I was gay, so I waited to come out until I was surrounded by brand new people. Scared of my boyfriend leaving, so." He pushes at the skin above his knees, kneading it. "So I left him first."

"You fall back," says Bomber Jacket. Her name is Annie or Angie. She has conflicted feelings about dating a man with kids. "It's easy to stop being scared when the thing that scared you is far away."

He hears Eddie. You just didn't seem the type to flee.

Demetra holds up a hand. Tommy's face must be doing something concerning. "No one here faults you for what you did to survive. Is it still serving you, is the question, or is that just what you're used to?"

He doesn't bake when he gets home. He drinks half the beers in his fridge and does a shockingly efficient job of cleaning his house, while drafting and deleting twenty-seven different texts. He then wakes up the next day, and goes to the pickup game.

Gutierrez scores four rebounds on him and doesn't shut up about it for the rest of their next shift. Tommy grumbles, and talks shit, and promises he won't have much to brag about next time.

[alexanderwales]

One of the things they went over when I took linguistics was the "euphemism treadmill", the tendency of initially-clinical or neutral words to undergo pejoration to the point that someone felt the need to replace the pejorated word with one that was clinical or neutral. And then of course the process of pejoration would start again.

The best example of this were words related to what we now call intellectual disability. In the past, "idiot", "simpleton", "moron", "feeble-minded", and "imbecile" were all relatively clinical terms. (This is one of those things that's often repeated, but if you go looking at newspapers from the 1920s, you do kind of wonder whether the negative connotations were just completely acceptable then, especially when they're talking about the successes of sterilizing the feeble-minded.)

The reason that pejoration happens is that while the word changes, the societal attitude toward the underlying thing most often does not, and so if they change the word and declare that this new word is totally neutral, then society's negative view is just going to keep making those words take on bad connotations. This will happen even with the most anodyne descriptions, like "mentally handicapped", which Google will inform you with a little warning is offensive and dated.

The linguistics class I took in the early 2000s spent a little time on the word "retarded", which by then was well on its way to complete pejoration (federal law was changed in 2010, from "mental retardation" to "intellectual disability"), but had not reached the point when it was "the r-slur". If I recall correctly, this was when "mentally handicapped" was still relatively in vogue, and sitting in that classroom I had thought that "retard" was going to go the way of "moron", a word that was used exclusively in a disparaging way. I thought it would be about as acceptable as calling someone an imbecile, I guess, which is impolite but which doesn't rise to the level of "slur".

But no, I was wrong. The euphemism treadmill will probably continue because we have not done anything about the underlying condition (that people with intellectual disabilities are less valued and looked down on), but "retard" has now become a slur, even if every other fucking word for low intelligence is still in common use as a disparagement.

It's wild how much you can see people dancing around this. I said above that Google gives an "offensive and outdated" tag to the term "mentally handicapped", but they also give that to "retarded". However, if you go to "imbecile" they don't give that tag. To save you the trouble of looking it up:

noun: imbecile; plural noun: imbeciles

a stupid person.

archaic a person of low intelligence.

Ah, lovely. So it's okay, because it just means "a stupid person", it used to mean "a person of low intelligence", but it doesn't mean that any more, so ... not offensive, I guess?

Except hold on, what does "stupid" mean again?

adjective: stupid; comparative adjective: stupider; superlative adjective: stupidest

having or showing a great lack of intelligence or common sense.

Oh, okay, I see. So in the archaic sense "imbecile" meant a person of low intelligence, but now it means a person who has a lack of intelligence. Totally different, very understandable. Nevermind that "imbecile" was pejorated in the same way that "retard" was, and that using a negative word to refer to someone who is lacking intelligence is basically the same thing.

I think if you want to fight against the pejorative use of the word "retard", you should probably be fighting against a lot more words, and you should definitely be fighting against the societal view that people with lower intelligence are lesser. You can fight the language issue all you want, but it's just going to lead to more cycles of pejoration. There's no way that switching over to saying "person with a learning disability" (as it seems the UK bureaucrats now favor) is going to somehow end it.

Personally, I'm the kind of person who just goes with the flow. I think people with intellectual disabilities are just as much people as anyone else, deserving of care and compassion, but I also value intelligence at least as much as my surrounding society does, and while I do make attempts to temper my language, saying that an idea is stupid rather than casting contempt on a person who is stupid, that's a mighty fine line to tow, and ... people just don't care. If I call a politician a moron, no one will bat an eye. I will refrain from saying the r-word, because people get mad at you when you do that. I think if I got hit in the head tomorrow and became intellectually disabled, I would be more or less happy with this.

I don't have a strong principled stance, more a stance of "come on, what are we doing here". Euphemism treadmill goes brrrr, language gonna language, I just wish the whole linguistic and social process didn't feel like some out of control machine that wasn't actually doing anything for anyone, and that people would pay more attention to the underlying mechanisms for how/why pejoration actually works. Changing the word is not going to usher in an era of understanding and equality, we've proven that, haven't we?

[readngandweepng]

rambling about a dom ftm low-honor arthur with a sub top reader.

gn amab top reader. pretty much just a bunch of unprotected sex so some talk of pregnancy and a little bit of public sex. mostly proofread. also this IS supposed to be consensual, even if it's not blatantly stated.

just thinking about low honor arthur who, after a quick cat and mouse game, has your wrists tied to the headboard of a hotel room you’d been staying the night in. he still has his hat on his head as he rides your cock, rolling his hips with a crude grace befitting of him. his walls squeeze around you with the periodic drop of his hips, and even though you’re tied up (and well. this is arthur’s doing after all) he’s still got a hand pressed against your chest to keep you held down. 

his groans can only barely cover up the wet squelching sounds coming from his cunt as he humps your cock. you’ve already cum once—or maybe twice now, you’re not really sure—but a wave of euphoria washes over you anyway as the coil in your stomach snaps, his pussy having successfully milked another one from you in what felt like no time at all. 

for a moment arthur keeps rutting on your cock, until finally the ache subsides and he’s pulsating around you, his rough motions slowly coming to a stop. while you manage to keep your eyes open you can see arthur setting his hat down onto the table beside the bed, his hips raising off your aching cock. foolishly you think he’s giving you a break, but you know better. this is arthur; he wants to be filled to the absolute brim. as expected, he sits on your dick again, evoking a long, breathy groan as his head falls back. 

“jus’ sit tight and let me use this cock o’ yours, all right?” he reminds you gruffly at the sight of your twitching arms, his hand residing on your chest keeps its hold as if you’ll break out of the restraints. not that you’re trying to, and he knows that, but the feeling of holding you down is evidently making him as wet as it is making you hard. 

he leans over you, his hands now gripping the headboard that shakes against the elegantly-plastered walls. you weakly buck your hips in an attempt to meet his determined bouncing but it’s futile when he squeezes around you. your mind goes blank, and now arthur’s lips are at your ear as he groans, muttering a nonsensical mix of praise and whatever else. he’s so slick that you slip out of him for a moment before he takes you again, humping your cock until once more you cum inside of him with what little you can and he immediately follows before stopping and leaning back. 

his chest is glistening with sweat as it rises and falls with his now evened breathing. he groans as he falls forward again, this time resting his body against yours, his lips back to your ear to kiss beneath it. he unties your hands with a dirty smile before he closes his eyes. you follow suite in slumber, only occasionally waking up to the feeling of arthur’s hips moving in his sleep, and the thought of arthur riding your aching cock again in the morning has your head fuzzy and your dick twitching with an exhausted but enticed delight.

thinking about how if you were fucking him without a condom he would lock his legs around your waist when you’d try pulling out and make you cum inside of him, just for the hell of it. afterwards he’d give you a faux scolding, talking about how irresponsible you ought to be to do something like that, only to flip the both of you over and ride you ‘till you cum inside of him again and again until he’s really had his fill. 

i also like to imagine the confidence that low-honor arthur has; if he wanted you, kissing up your neck and pulling you flush against him works well enough, but sometimes he likes to lay flat on his back, stripped naked with his legs spread, giving his pussy a good slap before taunting you with some sort of challenge. if he’s up for it, he might rub his clit, making you watch as pumps his fingers into his cunt. if he cums, he’ll spread himself open to entice you with the sight of his gushing cum. most of the time he’ll let you have your way, fucking into him at whatever pace you desire so long as your cum ends up in the same place, nestled deep inside him.

you’d fuck arthur while he’s bended over where after you’re done, you’ll pull out and watch as he spreads his legs, pulling at the folds of his pussy to show your cum oozing out of him like honey. he might even sit on your face and have you lick him clean too.

now arthur wouldn’t actually want to get pregnant.. however that doesn’t stop him from wanting to get fucked like he does. he’ll loll his head back and let you fuck him like you're trying to breed him, splitting his pussy open on your cock and filling him up to where his legs feel like they’re permanently spread apart to give you room to slot yourself back into him. arthur will lay back and listen to the sound of your cock pounding into his wet cunt and only when your old cum is forced to seep out of him in favor of a new batch will he close his legs, making sure his belly is kept full with just you. 

(and god knows if he let it happen he wouldn’t be caught dead without a big belly, always walking around camp barefoot having to stick to just doing chores. he’d be popping out kids left and right without a care in the world. abigail would faint if she saw arthur’s belly growing again months after already just having one kid. thinking about it, abigail or dutch would probably have to give you and arthur a different version of The Talk if he doesn’t wave it off or else he might really find himself bedridden with child more times than he can count)

arthur doesn’t need to be pregnant to have the whole camp know what you’re up to when you go out at night. you’ll return the next morning with bags under your eyes alongside an arthur with a little pep in his step. although you’ll be lucky if he’s considerate enough to actually leave camp; he may even offer an innocent night bath at some lake where he’ll strip his clothes directly in your line of sight, sauntering into the water with a not very innocent smirk on his face to pair. you might actually get a bath in, but it probably won’t do you any good when he just lays you on your back on the grass and rides you anyway. 

as much as he loves being on top of you, arthur also likes being flat on his stomach. he’ll moan and groan more than usual, especially if you’re at camp he’ll be egging you on to take him harder and will reach back to grab your legs and fuck himself on your dick if you slow down or try to pull out. he likes having you press him against the dirt or grass so that afterwards he can really see the mess you made painted on his body (as well as use it as an excuse to bathe together). 

he’ll talk a lot during sex too, but it’s mostly just muttering about your dick or calling you names. he’ll call you a whore as he bounces on your cock while leading your head to his chest to suck on his nipples. arthur would also leave marks on your body where everyone can see and will revel in the comments unsuspecting people will make that want to know who left them. (john will roll his eyes because dear god does he know who left them.)

of course i have to add how much arthur would love clothed sex. he likes it fast and dirty, and the time it takes to undress is simply one minute too long for him. he’ll ride you through your jeans if he has to, he’ll hump and grind against your cock until the front of your clothes are soaked.

among things like a game of chase i think a form of foreplay for arthur would be something like poker. especially if you’re bad at it, he’ll play any type of game with you if he knows he’ll win so he can have his way with you. if you want he’ll even hunt you down like a wolf, stalking you in the woods until you’re so eager you can hardly stand it, and then he’ll strike; knocking you down so fast you won’t even know what hit you until your belt is unbuckled and arthur’s on your dick looking down at you like he just caught his prey. 

one of arthur’s favorite things is having you eat him out, he’ll keep his legs around your head to make sure your mouth stays on him. he wants everything you’ll give him, your tongue diving into him stretching him out. he wants to feel you suck and spit on his clit, your teeth nibbling on him and pulling his lips apart to dip your fingers into his cunt. if his legs aren’t shaking by the end of it he’ll make you do it all again till your jaw is aching and your face is covered in his slick.

last thing i think arthur would actually like getting caught having sex. he likes the thrill of fucking at camp where someone like micah or john can hear, but even more so would love getting caught and walked in on. even if he's wanted, he'll ride you in a hotel room with the door cracked open, moaning just a bit louder than he usually would. arthur will have you bend him over somewhere in the woods, and isn't afraid to make direct eye contact with any passer by who sees. he'll shoot anyone who's truly a threat of course, but if he were to hear or see someone touching themself as they watch you, he'll cum on the spot with his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

[nickgurl4life]

SOFT!MATT × DOLL!READER FIRST TIME~

Content!Warning: movie night, doll!reader tells soft!matt that she's ready for sex, kissing, nipple sucking, lots of consent, some dry humping, oral(fem receives), praises, p in v, protected sex(wrap it up!), hand holding, aftercare~

Summary: Doll!reader finally feels she is ready for sex and decides to tell soft!matt~

A/N: Hi loveys! Sorry I haven't posted a fic in a bit. I'm struggling with mental health, but here's one that I have wanted to dry doing for a bit, and I hope you like it! Also, dividers from @bernardsbendystraws 🤗 NOT PROOFREAD!

INSPO: @bernardsbendystraws

Today was the day you solved the ache between you legs, today was the day you finally told your boyfriend you're ready for sex. Were you ready? Yes, you were, but were you nervous? Fuck yes, you're shaking so badly as you walk through the hallway that you look like your vibrating. As you arrive at your boyfriends bedroom door, you enter and smile as you see he's at his gaming set up playing Fortnite with some friends. He doesn't notice you till he feels your hands grip his shoulders from behind, gently kneading them and massaging them. "Mmm...hey baby, how was your shower?" He asks as he practically melts under your touch.

"It was good, but hey, when you're done on the game, can we...uhm...can we talk?" You ask as the nervousness you thought went away starts flooding you from head to toe. What if he says no? What if he never wanted that with you? What if you sounded like a idiot when you asked? As you keep overthinking, you're snapped out of it by his words, "How about now I was gonna get off the game when you finished in the shower anyways, doll" he says softly as he turns off his computer. Great, so now you have to ask sooner, you think to yourself. "Well... I guess we can talk now, so..." You say in a hushed tone as you climb on the bed, Matt doing the same.

"So what'd you wanna talk about, doll?" He says with a soft grin, and that's when you go silent. You're panicking on the inside and calm on the outside, but he can tell. "Hey, hey, what's going on inside that pretty little head of yours, sweetheart?" He asks as he gently grabs your hand. "I- i- uhm- I-" You struggle to even form words till all of a sudden you spit out, "I'm ready, and I wanna have sex!" You say in a hurried tone, and then you peak up to look at Matt's surprised expression. "Oh honey, why didn't you just tell me?" He chuckles as he kisses your cheek. "Wait...y-your not upset?" You ask softly as a small smile subconsciously grows on your red face. "Baby, why the hell would I be mad that you were ready for sex?" He asks with a small chuckle. "Are you sure you want to do it now thou-" before he can finish speaking your cutting him off with a quick, "Yes! Yes, I do!" Which pulls a laugh out of him.

"Okay, okay, so we already know the kissing and making out part, so let's just start with that doll." Matt says and gently pulls you into a soft kiss. His chapped lips grazing your soft ones, "You need some chapstick," you murmur on his lips, making both of you chuckle as the kiss grows more hungry. "Mmm, when I'm done, my lips will be softer than satin sweetheart," he says and slowly pushes you down to lay flat on your back. His legs straddle your hips as he moves to kiss down your neck, "Just tell me what feels good..." he whispers as he sucks on your pulse point, evicting a soft moan from your parted lips. His hips gently grind down on yours, his growing erection on your thigh. You feel yourself growing wetter and wetter from his kisses and soft praises.

Your pulled from your thoughts at the feeling of pressure on your core, you look down to see Matt's hand rubbing gentle circles over your white lacy panties that are showing from your baby pink dress riding up. "M-matt, fuck..." you moan softly, arching into his touch as your hips subconsciously roll closer. "Aww, does that feel good, baby?" He coos as he leans down to capture your lips in a soft kiss. "Can I take this off, baby?" He asks as he tugs at the hem of your dress. When you nod, he slips it over your head. "Aww, look at this cute little bra...so pretty just f'me~" he coos as he leans down, pressing kisses to your nipples through the lacy fabric. The feeling makes you jerk, having never been toyed and touched with in such an intimate spot before.

After a bit of teasing, he unbuckles your bra and tosses it to the floor, staring at your swollen puffy nipples. Before you can even react, he's leaning down and taking one into his warm mouth, sucking on them like a baby nursing. "Matt- s-sensitive-" You whimper, he doesn't stop, but he slows down. "Shh..." he moves to suck the other nipple as he free hand pulls and gently twists the other between his fingers, rolling it softly. "M-matt, oh my god, feels good -" You moan as you arch closer. He pulls off and scoots back up to kiss you, spreading your legs and pressing gentle kissing on your neck, down to your stomach, then your thighs, then a final peck on your clit through your panties. "Okay baby, I'm gonna eat you out, okay? So I'm gonna need you to relax, and if you need to, you can tug my hair, okay, sweetheart?" He reassures you as he gentle loops his fingers under the waistband of your panties, gentle tugging them down till down they are on the floor. "Okay are your ready baby?" He asks as he spreads your legs. "Y-yeah, yeah I'm ready..." you say softly as you look down at his face. "W-whats wrong?" You ask as you see he's frozen, looking at your soaking wet pussy in awe.

"Nothing, just...fuck-" he says shakily as he leans in to lick a stripe up your folds. "God you taste like heaven-" You don't get a chance to talk before he's diving in, licking, slurping, and sucking your pussy. "Matt holy fuck!" You cry out as your sensitive pussy contracts and squeezes around nothing at the sensational feeling of Matt's warm tongue applying pressure to your bundle of nerves. "Matt oh my g-god that feels so fucking g-good!" You moan, gripping his hair and rolling your pussy onto him, not knowing where this spark of confidence came from. "Y-yes yes baby just like t-that-" You moan as he keeps going, picking up the pace as he feels your legs start to shake. "M-matt I'm g-gonna-" You cry out, almost blacking out at the insane feeling as you cum hard on his face. As he pulls away, he chuckles, "sorry I uh- you tasted so good and I kind of forgot your a virgin-" he says with a chuckle as he sits up, crawling up to you and kissing your head.

"That felt, fucking awesome~" you say with a chuckle as he gets off the bed, slipping his clothes off so he's naked as well. "Wait, do I have to -" You point to your mouth, then his erection as it's now sprung up to his stomach. "No, no no we can practice that another time, right now this is all about you doll" he says as he grabs a condom from the drawer, opening it and rolling it onto his thick length. "Matt...is it gonna hurt?" You ask with soft doe eyes, making his heart twist. "It might hurt a bit but you can hold my hand, okay?" He reassures you as he rubs his length along your folds and patting it with your clit, getting it wet with your juices before positioning at your entrance. "You ready?" He asks as he intertwines his hands with yours, when you nod he sighs. "I need words sweetheart~" he says softly. "Yeah...I'm ready" you say with a smile as he nods, slowly sliding in. Your mouth falls agape at the burn and stretch. You whimper and matt immediately slows down to a stop.

"Hey, you good?" He asks, his eyes flooding with concern. "Yeah..just burns" You say as your eyes flutter, after a bit of adjusting you give him a nod and he starts to slowly move back and forth. "O-oh my god..." you whisper as the pain slowly turns to pleasure. "Fuck you feel so fucking good..." Matt says as he throws his head back, "doing so good f'me sweetheart, so s-so good f'me..." he praises as he goes faster. "Matt fuck im so close already-" You moan, "yeah me too doll, wanna cum with me?" He asks as his hips stutter. When you nod he speeds up..."3...2...fuck- 1- cum with md baby come on-" he says and as if on command you release all over him, he holds himself back to help you ride it out, what sends him over the edge is a feeling of a liquid squirt all over him. "Oh my- fuck!" He groans as he releases inside the condom. "Baby fuck you squirted!" He chuckles as he slows to a stop. "I- I did?" You say as a smile grows on your flushed face.

"Are you sure I didn't just pee?" You ask shakily, but the stupid grin on his face and the really clear liquid on his lower torso and thighs shows otherwise. "Oh my god- i-i did!" You giggle, and he nods. "You squirted your first time...okay but anyways I'm gonna pull out now okay?" As soon as you nod he slowly eases out. "I feel so empty..." you say softly as he slips the condom off and throws it in the small trash bin by the nightstand. He walks to the bathroom and comes back with a damp washcloth. "Open your legs baby" he coos softly as he wipes up the mess between your legs. Once he's done he cleans himself off then tosses the dirty cloth into the laundry hamper. "Do we want to shower now or just cuddle?" He asks as he stares down at you. "Uh...cuddle...maybe a nap?" You smile and he pulls a giggle from you as he jumps onto you, curling close and draping the covers over you. "Don't have to tell me twice about a nap!" He says happily.

"So you promise I didn't hurt you?" He says as he kisses your head. "I promise I'm fine baby...if you hurt me I would've told you~" you murmur as you nuzzle into his chest. "Well, next time we have it if you want to practice a blow job on me or even a hand job I'll let you okay?" He says as he wraps his arms around you. "Okay...I love you Matt." You murmur sleepily and he smiles, "I love you too doll, now go to sleep and we can shower when you wake up-" as he finishes talking he snickers as he notices your already dead asleep. "Sleepy head...I tired you out huh?" He says softly as he does off as well.

I HOPES YOU GUYS LIKE THIS!!! IT TOOK ME A BIT BUT 🥰

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[tumbleweedsthesecond]

Tophvan post yayy... I wanna explain why I ship it or whatever. Why its silly to me or like how I view their dynamic or whatever. This is gonna cringe so probably ignore this if you don't like tophvan I'm not trying to say its like the best ship in the world or they have a great dynamic or whatever I just wanna explain how I view them. This will probably sound delusional but yk whatever. Cringe and free I guess. Here's some old art

Basically me going on their interactions sorta kinda plus my own headcanons.

Okay so hc wise I've always kind of imagined they wouldn't get along in some way. For obvious reasons, Topher tries too hard and Ivan doesn't try at all. So obviously Topher would at least try to seem like he didn't know him s1 and I don't think he does really know him s1 I feel like they would've followed each other on Flipflop(gah I hate saying that) and Topher just didn't care to block him because he only has two followers and doesn't want to lose one. Anyway I think with s3 I imagine the bleacher creatures met during summer school mayhaps because they all failed gym or math or something? That's my hc on it. I think they do seem close? At least good friends I think that jackée Ivan and Topher are the three main(vlad and lizzie I still loveee but its harder to get a read on them they don't talk much) anyway I don't think that Ivan and Topher would immediately get along obviously Topher let loose more because he's happier with his friends but still I don't think its perfect obv. so going to actually get into the analysis now I yap so much

Cringe part

I think that based off lines of dialogue like "its a fuck no from me" "a simple no would've been fine Ivan" that Topher kinda keeps him grounded at least a little bit???? Ivan doesnt seem to retaliate I think he does sort of view Topher as the leader in a way. Because Topher talks the most and tbh he does seem a little bit bossy. There's also that one time that I immediately think of when I think tophvan the part where he looks over at Topher as if to see if its approved or not before he agrees with jackée.

Like hes like 'is this funny? ' though it could be because he doesn't listen to jackée because female and he's a dumb teenage boy(throws tomatoes at him) I still think that its funny cause he doesn't even look at all the guys in the group to approve it first he just looks at Topher. you can tell by the animation

Anyway before that I think these two do talk more off screen Ivan looks at him when the others don't (even in other scenes though I don't really think that's a big deal imo) okay full headcanon time I think Ivan knows about tophers supposed crush on joan. I don't think Ivan likes Joan but I think he was like "give it a shot because Topher or whatever 🙄😒' but I also feel like he had a bet that she wouldn't be any help. Don't get me wrong I do think ivans dumb obviously but I also do think he just doesn't like Joan. He doesn't full on hate her or anything just don't think he completely trusted her. He does trust her in the vip room thing he thought that was coll but he is also the first to say she ditched us straight up. Ivans very blunt

We are standing in a closet!

Past that I think they do get closer or whatever afterwards. Kind of. We see them in the shower but I kind of ignore that episode and scene altogether so. That's not rlly a big thing I think abt so anyway

Dumb thing incoming I think its also like the way they look at each other or whatever. Like. whatever dude. I think they'd be kind of sweet or whatever. I don't know. Idiots who caresbro.

Overall I think Topher is a complete idiot too like obviously that one scene where he gets bitten by the snake and jackée says to suck the poison out and Ivan sucks the snake because he's a stupid stupid idiot. Dumb. Tophers stupid too very stupid but that's why I think they're fun together.

Forgot abt that scene where they highfive Topher laughs at ivans dumb jokes. They highfive. (I think Topher laughs way too hard at it like we get it bro. You think its funny. I would say it kinda sounds like forced like haha you're so funnyyy but that's probably a bit of a stretch 😔😔😔💔💔)Edit: I think he genuinely finds that stuff funny cause he's so stupid like bone high is not that funny he just has dumb humor. Anyway another hc I have Topher does like his jokes alot and at first I van laughs along with him but then Topher laughs too much so Ivan just like stares at him

Akso the thing where he sees Topher as the leader of the group I don't think that's too serious or anything I think its just like okay ill listen to you sometimes they're still a dumb high school friend group.

ALSO THIS ISNT ME TRYING TO BE LIKE ITS BETTER THSN OTHER SHIPS OR THAT "OH THRY HAVE SO MUCH DYNAMIC" they're background characters basically I just want to point out some canon stuff! Its fine if you don't ship them who cares anyway if anyone has any tophvan hcs please comment them I love seeing tophvan stuff!!!

Also I love all the bleacher creatures I'm ocifying them too.....sorry to single out the ship I just wanted to explain stuff

Also is this reaching? Probably but they're two characters with low screen time so. Shrugs

[atlasrayz]

Ok hi time to rant abt hazbin/helluva because i will forever be upset about the outcome of those shows.

Indie animation has been on a rise lately, with so many different amazing shows being available on youtube.

I watched the hazbin hotel pilot around the time it came out, and it really interested me. The characters seemed interesting and the premise wasnt really something you see often. I was excited.

I kept up with Viv's work and got into helluva boss. I thought it had some good jokes and the bits of lore we got made me want to keep watching. However, the premise of literally every episode is the same. A bad ex or a bad dad. Its a formula, and it shows up in Hazbin too.

Viv has some obsession with daddy issues, and problems with characterising her women characters. Charlie is the *main character* of Hazbin Hotel, but she has literally no growth or development. Millie also falls victim to this.

The one episode where she actually gets some attention feels... wrong? It felt like they were mischaracterising Moxxie so that they can fabricate conflict between Moxxie and Millie. Moxxie loves his wife, and he has literally never once been shown or implied that he would try to upstage her. Yeah, he's definitely got some inferiority going on, hes constantly being belittled by Blitz. Hes the show's punching bag, but i feel like it had never been implied that he hated himself more than he loved his wife. I hate that episode with a burning passion because how tf are you going to mischaracterise your own fucking characters.

I hate the way they did Lucifer. He should NOT have been some wacky, silly guy who just doesnt know how to reach out to his daughter. He's not bad! He's just anxious UwU. His entire character is irritating. Having a wacky fun character is fine, i love characters like that, but Lucifer shouldn't have been that character.

In the pilot, it was implied that Lucifer hangs over Charlie and his influence puts a lot of pressure on her, but then we meet him and hes just. A guy. Who doesnt talk to his daughter a lot. Which makes absolutely no sense. You could argue that they retconned a lot from the pilot, which, yeah, its all new voice actors so, sure. But then, why wouldnt they remake it in some way, in any way?

Not to mention that all the characters feel flat. Even in Helluva. In Helluva we get filler and backstory, but even then the characters dont change or grow. Quite literally the only good thing out of Helluva is Fizz. His arc and story is the only one that actually breaks from the formula of bad ex bad dad and his character actually changes from the lessons in the episode. I love Fizz for pretty much that reason alone.

Moxxie and Biltz have an episode where they promise to be nicer to eachother *and then they fucking don't?* They stay the *exact same* towards each other. If you're going to do that, then don't make a story based show. Make one of those slice of life, 10 minute episodes combined into one 20 minute episode that shows no growth, and is just there to be fun. Those shows arent bad, they just have a different purpose.

I've been so upset with the results of Hazbin Hotel. The pacing is awful, the characters have no time to change or grow, and their dynamics just arent interesting. It sucks because I saw a world where this indie show got on amazon prime (!!) And was amazing and did amazing things and set the stage for other indie shows to finally get big and then all we got was poorly written, rushed slop that feels like a huge kick in the teeth to anyone who cared about the show. Or, at least, it did to me.

[passionwillow]

Dating Dominique Luca - Headcanons

Thank you to the lovely anon who requested this! I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it. ☺️❤️

Warnings: mentions of smut!

- Oh this man is just- so fucking sweet and cute. He’s the personification of a golden retriever boyfriend.

- Luca had no plans of really settling down and finding someone until he met you. You understood how important his work was and supported him and he was like- oh. It’s possible.

- Every waking minute he isn’t on shift he’s attached to you. Like- actually hands all over you just talking and chatting excitedly about anything and everything and you can’t help but smile. Because he’s so fucking adorable.

- He loves having your legs over his lap as you guys sit on the couch, his hands motioning and tapping excitedly on your legs as he talks about the latest case at work, his blue eyes bright and excited because he really loves his job.

- He’s the most attentive listener as you talk about your work or literally anything. You could say you liked this new coffee flavor and he’s so tuned in and asking all these questions because he just cares.

- This man never seems to sleep. He’s always up early surfing or working out and he’ll have something ready for you to eat when he comes back because he loves taking care of you.

- He always wants to take you out to do something. Try a new food truck, a new shop that opened, or just go out and walk and talk. He isn’t one to shower you in presents, but he’d definitely make a little trinket for you or pick up something small and thoughtful that made him think of you.

- You showed up at HQ after you guys had been together for awhile, planning to surprise him with lunch and he was so giddy and excited to show you around. It was the first someone understood and cared about his work as a partner.

- The interest you showed in his work made him glow, and you won’t find anyone more interested and supportive of what you do than Luca. Whatever it is you wanna do, that man is your personal cheer section.

- The way you got along with the team, bantering and talking and making yourself at home took his breath away. You really were everything he could hope for.

- He isn’t a fantastic cook, and he can be messy sometimes, but he really tries hard to make it up to you and help with household chores. You ask him to wash some dishes or throw in the laundry, he’s right there helping.

- He’s the most intense, passionate love maker and you don’t think you’ll ever not be swept off your feet by it. He fills every kiss and touch with his love and adoration for you.

- And don’t you dare lift a finger and work yourself while you’re having sex (unless you want to, he’d never object). He’s there to serve you and make you feel good and that’s enough for him.

- This man fucking loves your curves. He could drool over your hips and thighs for hours. Like if you’d let him, he’d be between your legs kissing and biting at your thighs because he thinks they’re so delicious.

- If you’re ever upset about something, he wants nothing more than to sit and help you. If he hurt you in anyway, he’d be on his knees begging for forgiveness. This man couldn’t bear to ever hurt you.

- He feels guilty whenever he gets called in, especially if you guys had plans. But the reassuring kiss and smile he always gets from you helps.

- GOOFY SELFIES. He’s definitely sending selfies or pictures of the guys to you while he’s on shift. And you saves every single one you send back.

- He loves showering with you. Mostly to admire you, and he loves washing you, but also to be a goof and fuck around. Using the shampoo to mess with your hair, making shapes. He’s such a dork and it warms your heart.

- This man will have you crying laughing with his antics. Jokes, doing goofy shit with the team, he brings so much laughter into your life. He’s a ray of sunshine.

- He has his down moments though too, and you being there to help him through it or keep him company means the world.

- He knows he isn’t an easy person to be with, but you trying and putting in such effort because you love him never fails to baffle him. That he means that much to someone.

[hauntingofhouses]

arcane rant. spoilers for all of season 2 #caitlyn-critical

yeah okay i was scared to say this which is SILLY but ALAS. anyway yeah seeing that im not the only one i feel like i have to get this off my chest as well.

i wanted to give caitlyn a chance in season 2, especially in the beginning of this season during her """corruption""" arc wherein she was turning into a tyrant and a bad guy. because see, to me that was caitlyn at her best. not as a person but as a character. before this she was just so uninteresting and downright annoying to me, but starting with s2e1 i started really enjoying where the writers were taking her journey. i would've loved to see her continue down that path and caitvi evolving from reluctant allies to lovers and then perhaps to enemies-WHILE-lovers. i wouldve loved seeing caitvi hatefucking, and i thought that was where this arc was taking her. but no, instead she's still the good one, while maddie turned out to be the bad guy all along. plot twist! but it made me feel nothing but more annoyance not only at caitlyn but also at the way the narrative seems to baby caitlyn and excuse her for everything despite the supposed anti-cop messaging intrinsic to the way vi was written throughout season 1.

i understand that caitlyn's whole thing in season 1 is that she's a naive rich girl just trying her best in the ways she knows how, and that's by being a cop. like yes i get that, which is why i didnt mind her very much and gave her a chance to grow, and even though i didn't care for her as a character at all because she's boring AND a cop, i did like that she was in the story as vi's love interest, and primarily served the story in that role.

but when season 2 decides to give her a bigger role and allow her to shine on her own, they do a good job! until... they don't. because caitlyn still has to be a good guy, because she's SO loyal to vi. and why? the two barely know each other, they're attracted to each other but I don't understand why and how caitlyn could so easily put aside all her rage and grief and desire for vengeance and retribution, to be loyal to vi. to betray ambessa and work with jinx?

like i think my biggest problem is how little conflict there is for vi and cait to end up fucking in that prison cell. like if it was angry hate fucking, that would be perfect and honestly a natural followup if you really do wanna implement a sex scene right there and then. but it wasn't. instead it felt more like "okay my suicidal sister gave me her blessing to fuck you so i can finally do it now yippeee" meanwhile jinx literally went to kill herself over and over again while ekko had to keep trying to talk her down.

like the thing is i'm here for the drama and im here for a rollercoaster ride of emotions and i'm here for character development. but more than anything else i'm here for the drama where vi and jinx's story as sisters, as family, is ultimately the driving force of the story. so for them to just push that aside SO quickly, felt JARRING. like "okay sister MOVE i wanna fuck this cute cop who was acting like a tyrant in the city for the past few months (?), and btw the cute cop works for an institution that killed my parents and destroyed our whole lives ❤️ #lovewins"

like okay. i dont mind if the final ending finds both jinx and vi distanced and estranged because they both need to heal and move on from the past (and each other) in order to grow and invest love in their own new found families. but for it to have been done just like that, for caitvi to get together in the same prison cell where vi's suicidal sister had just been suffering in mental agony and grief... I don't know. i don't like it.

[andreabaideas]

@mzannthropy

Seeing your tags in the previous post ("I come across as a hater" one) was the final straw for something that has been eating me for months :

I've been seeing (and many other peoples tags here at Tumblr or Twitter and Instagram opinions, or TikTok) kinda justifying or explaining themselves for liking or disliking things...

And I am so fucking tired of seeing women, ALWAYS, having to defend their things, I wonder why Only women? Never or almost never men, I feel so envious of their self confidence tbh.

No one truly should have to explain themselves. You can like and dislike whatever you want...

Heretics rock!!!!!!!!

I enjoy reading different opinions...I mean I am a fandom war veteran at this point!!! I survived Supernatural drama, TVD drama, The Hunger Games love triangle war....Even the biggest one : Team Edward vs Team Jacob on Twilight fandom for fucks sake!!! XD.

And as a Twilight veteran fan (since 2007) believe me, i've learned to not give a DAMN crap about others opinions on my little beloved things that make me happy ("Twilight suck" , "Its just for Girls", "vampires dont sparkle"....🙄🖕Let me enjoy my shitty problematic beloved saga!!!! ) cause i'm happier like that XD.

On a personal note about you @mzannthropy and to show my example.

I like things similar to you that we share and we speak about, which make me very happy to talk-write about with you (or with other whom i share interests with) like : Sam Claflin, Florence Welch , The count of Montecristo, Agatha Christie, Cats...I even started reading LM Montgomery for curiosity , as i had just read Anne of the Green gables as a teen, i am re reading her now and i'm liking her!!!! I Will read everything I find of her ASAP.

But i also have different tastes to you: I dont hate me before you (I dont like It either Its so so to me like 6/10) , I like Peeta a lot while I dislike Gale with an intensity (Im always going to say that id rather have him dead than Finnick, i'll die on that hill, forever angry at Suzanne Collins) and I fucking love Riley Keough (I know you dislike / hate her).

And what? Does that make me unable to relate to you??

Noooopeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

We just have different tastes and thats okay!! I like /reblog your posts that I like, the ones i dont...i ignore, and that's It. You probably do the same I guess?

I dont get why people make such a fuss! I myself received hate for liking daisily, like... Calm tf down girl , i'm just a (still) young woman reposting photos and gifs?! What harm can i possibly make you with my things??...But i blocked and I moved on. And I bitch about hatefull people like that Sometimes.

Related to the previous Sam post :

I must admit i dont dislike any of Sam's co-stars, I like most or feel neutral tbh. I even made a post with Sam + Chemistry, with my personal list of faves, those Who I didn't post about were neutral to me, fine but not super Special, and I know how you feel about that C word XD...

Believe me I find It cheap myself...but I don't know how explain that to people without that word , in english that's it...In spanish (and french too) there are way better more complex words for romantic / frienship /sexual or mixed complex conections?? English sometimes Its poor compared. We mediterraneans are messier we need those words to figure ourselves out XD.

Conclusion to this long post :

Everyone has right to their opinions and speak for themselves, Thats freedom of speech, if everyone thought the same It would be super boring tbh.

And @mzannthropy You are not a hater you are yourself. Period. Keep posting the way you do, cause Its very you , and It makes It very cool :)

Looooong pooost aaagaaaiin.

Sam Claflin and Holliday Grainger in ‘Any Human Heart’ (2010)  

[blu3-ja3]

Chapter 2: We Let It Go

Chapter 1

The nightclub bouncer job is going well and the regulars have already given Simon a nickname that being Ghost. Because he's got very quiet footsteps for such a large man and he's constantly wearing black. If you aren't paying attention and just see Simon from the of your eye it's like seeing a ghost. He's learned Gary and Kyle's nicknames are Roach and Gaz. And no one questions Simon about his mask or the constant covering of his face. The only problem...

Simon Riley cannot handle his hot as sin roommate... At all. If he didn't know he was gay before John MacTavish would very quickly change that. Simon has been living with Johnny for 3 months, they've been a good three months.

But Johnny is one hell of a tease and Simon Riley is as dense as a brick when it comes to being flirted with. He's also not good with his own emotions so he's having one hell a time figuring out if he likes Johnny or if he just really wants to fuck him and be done. But Simon's starting to think it's more the former than the latter.

The first big tip to that thought is Johnny refusing to let anyone else call him Johnny. Simon has heard patrons trying to call MacTavish; Johnny, only for him to cut them off. At first Simon was worried that Johnny was going to tell him to stop but one night he heard MacTavish talking to Price about he nickname.

"Only Simon can pull it off, he's the only one I let call me Johnny..." Simon hearing those words from MacTavish made some deeply possessive, feral part of him purr with satisfaction. A small voice keeps telling him to make Johnny his, forever and always.

There's so much about John MacTavish that Simon finds irresistible, that makes his heart jump and his soul beg to make Johnny his.

MacTavish's eyes are the first one that comes to Simon's mind. The heat Simon feels every time Johnny stares at him makes his heart speed up. There's such a critical curiosity to them, like Simon holds the answers to every question MacTavish has. And when his dark brown eyes meet Johnny's endless blue eyes, Simon feels like he's been set adrift in the endless ocean.

Those eyes paired with Johnny's smile makes Simon's heart stop beating. It's like Simon is staring into the sun and he's all too happy to go blind if it means he can see Johnny smile just one more time. And when Simon gets that wolfish smile from Johnny it does something to Simon that makes him go mad with an ache that Simon has no idea is called lust. He's experienced wanting someone but this was a million wants wrapped together and set a flame.

Another part of Johnny that makes Simon ache like that is the man's voice. He's very talkative which Simon miraculously finds endearing, no what sets that ache aflame is when Johnny stretches out. When the man raises his arms above his and reaches up, the moans and groans that fall from Johnny's lips are heavenly. Then he does it in public around his friends and Kyle laughs at Simon, the shock that must have been visible in his eyes and on his brows. Only for Kyle to inform Simon that those are very common and normal noises for MacTavish. That small possessive voice in Simon's head isn't happy about that little fact.

But it's quieted by the fact that no one else comes home to Johnny after a long day. The satisfaction Simon feels knowing he's the only one who gets to see Johnny sprawled out over the couch is immense. Seeing him laid out, legs spread, one arm slung over the back of the couch and the other covering his eyes is like Simon staring at fine art. Simon is more than happy to give up the couch for a bit if it means seeing such fine artistry.

And Johnny truly is the perfect muse, Simon has seen the man shirtless a great many times due to Johnny working out shirtless in his room. The first time will forever be engraved into Simon's mind, he walks into the kitchen to do something he's immediately forgotten about as he watched Johnny's back as he does pull ups in the frame of his door. Watching the construction and release of MacTavish's muscle as he moves felt almost pornographic to Simon. It took everything he had not to do filthy things to Johnny against the door frame.

But the memory that still haunts Simon, the one that reappears into his mind at some of the worst possible times, is when Simon first touched himself to the thought of Johnny. It had been a very long day for both of them, Johnny and Gary had to work hard at the nightclub bar. There was a huge bachelorette party that took a particular liking towards Simon and Johnny that night and they milked that for all its worth. But that took a toll on them so they were exhausted.

Simon was sat on the couch watching something he doesn't remember when the bathroom door opened. Steam clouds billowed out and perfectly framed the sight before Simon.

Johnny, still toweling off his hair, almost completely naked aside from a small towel hugging his hips. Simon's eyes immediately catch on the two silver nipple piercings and matching belly button piercing. Simon figured Johnny had more piercings beyond his ears and nose but seeing them is very different than thinking about them.

And then Simon's eyes caught the single water droplet that started to slip down Johnny's body. It started at his collarbone going down his chest, down his stomach and hip only to slip into the V of the man's navel before disappearing into the towel. Simon slowly raked his vision back up towards Johnny's face only to see a deep shade of pink across his cheeks and ears. Simon met Johnny's eyes for the briefs of moments before they darted down to his lips.

"Sorry... I, uh, completely forgot you lived here too..."

"Bloody Hell" was the only thing Simon's brain supplied him before he got up and left for his room. He waited until he heard Johnny's door closed before slipping out and into the shower. He took longer than usual that night to shower.

It took a few days before Simon could look at Johnny in the face without his mind supplying him with images of Johnny in a towel.

But Simon Riley was never very good at listening to his emotions and he's even worse at picking up on hints and subtle flirting.

[echoingbirdsofprey]

Delicate (Jake's Version)

8 - Lost In The Sound Of The Rhythm

Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x OFC Samantha Kazansky

Rating: Explicit (MDNI!)

Warnings; SMUT, protected!sex, admission of feelings

A/N: Jake is just really in his his feels hahaa

Taglist: @mrsevans90

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“Okay...I guess he’s not the worst human being in the world..” Nat said, as they left the restaurant, Sam’s hand in hers. She glanced back at Bob, who was smiling and chatting with Jake. It was small talk, mostly weather, trucks, and nothing work related. It was what Jake needed and what Bob needed to see that he was capable of.

Jake looked at ease. To Sam’s educated and observant eye, she had seen the tension in his body when dinner began. She’d seen it earlier in the day, when he was at the base and the other pilots had entered the ready room. She’d seen his shoulders tighten when he was around her father. She’d seen his muscles seize up when they walked into the Vice Admiral’s office. The only time Jake looked loose was when he was with her. She wondered then if that was just that facade he was so good at holding together, as if he was puffing out to show dominance or strength. She could definitely see that being it. 

As the small group arrived at their vehicles, Nat let go of Sam's hand and hugged her. Jake shook Bob's hand and Bob smiled back at him, warmly, and then Sam saw what she was rea¹lly hoping for. Jake turned to Nat and she pulled him into a hug. 

“We...forgive you...Jake.” She said and Sam's brows furrowed. 

“Forgive him?” She asked and Nat nodded.

“We had a tiff on base...but I think this makes up for it. Especially considering you paid for the whole dinner.” She explained and Jake smiled a thousand megawatt smile, the one that had Sam swooning again and again. She loved when he smiled. She needed more of that. She wanted to much more of it.

They said their goodbyes and Nat and Bob got in his truck and drove off after waving. Jake helped Sam into his truck and he stood there by the passenger side for a moment, his hands on her legs. He stretched up and begged for a kiss. 

“Still okay to come back to my place? Javy said he'd be out so...we'd have it to ourselves at least for a little while.” He said and Sam nodded. He patted her legs gently and closed her door and hopped in his side. His and Javy’s place was about a ten minute drive, pretty close to base and closer to Sam's than she thought. He backed into the driveway, and helped her out. He grabbed for her hips and guided her down the step side carefully. Normally, she never had help getting out of her truck, but she also never drove in heels. She usually put them on once she got out of the truck so keeping them on this whole time felt odd to her.

Jake and Javy's cottage was cute. It was a few blocks from the beach, two stories with a modest balcony at the top facing toward the water. It was very cookie cutter like the other ones in the area, a similar color scheme and she figured that was because they were renting it. People had their own little decorations and modifications that they’d made but most of these cottages were pretty much the same layout. She was pretty sure Penny Benjamin lived somewhere around here too.

They headed inside and Sam liked that it had a homey feeling. It was small and comfortable. Not claustrophobic like one might think, going from the near mansion Sam was used to. Once inside, Jake kicked his boots off and pushed her up against the door.

“Oh fuck, Jake!” Sam gasped as his lips connected with hers, and evidently she could feel his smirk. His hands met her hips and then they traveled up to her breasts. The thin fabric of her dress left nothing to the imagination, especially with the thin, lacy bra she had on underneath. He hoped that her panties matched. She snaked her hands around the back of his neck, one hand reaching for his hair. As they parted she laughed. “You cheeky little shit.”

“That's not very nice. Apologize.” He demanded playfully, pressing his hips toward her. He dipped his head down and let his lips trail over the beautiful exposed skin of her neck, that he had been eyeing nearly all night. She wore a simple rose gold necklace with a small pendant which accented the area perfectly. The more his lips explored, the more Sam wanted him to just hike up her dress and take her right then and there. 

“What if I don't?” She teased and she didn't think his smirk could get any more sly but it did somehow. He grabbed her thighs, pulling her into his arms, and she held tight as he twirled around and headed toward the stairs. 

“I'll have to court martial you.” He growled as he climbed the short flight of stairs with her in his arms. Sam was impressed by his feat of strength displayed by carrying her all the way up and into his bedroom. 

He placed her on top of the sheets and hovered over her, just admiring how pretty she looked, her cheeks pink and lips parted for him. For him.  

Sam propped herself up on her elbows and gazed up into his stunning green eyes and then she glanced around, seeing the room was plain. His sheets were a dark navy and that was about the only bit of color in the room. Everything else was white or cream or tan. Jake had some bags and boxes around but it didn't look like he kept much. On the nightstand beside the bed was a small lamp and some paperwork. Sam realized then that Jake probably didn't have many things because he was barely ever home, and he didn't need a lot anyway. A more harrowing thought crossed her mind though, as he was removing his button up and then his t-shirt. What if he didn't keep a lot because he didn't expect to come back from a mission at some point? Jake certainly didn't seem the type to want to settle down, especially after hearing about his reputation from Nat. 

Sam was distracted from her thoughts by the feeling of Jake's warm hands traveling up her thighs, under the skirt of her dress. “Lost you there for a sec, huh? Come back to me, babygirl.” His voice was low and soft as he began to push her dress up, eager to see what she'd worn underneath. 

“Don’t worry, I never left. Just a pause.” She said, as he tipped his head down between her legs. He inhaled, the scent of her arousal making him groan as he kissed her over her panties. They were pretty, white, and lacy, and he reached up behind her back to where he knew her bra was strapped, undoing it with two fingers through the back of her dress.

“Don’t. Ever.” He said softly as he made his way up her body, his lips capturing hers as his hands unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. She helped him, pushing them and his boxers down his chiseled hips, allowing his cock to spring free.

“Don’t ever what?” She asked, the tenderness in his tone making her hot all over. 

“Leave.” He begged, and Sam’s brows knitted, wondering where that came from. Why would she leave? She liked him. She liked him a lot. She might even...

“Not going anywhere, Jake.” She murmured as they parted. He guided her up, switching positions so that he could pull her dress off, and remove her bra. Once those were gone, tossed on the floor, his lids lowered as he grabbed both of her breasts. Her hands met the back of his neck as he dipped his head down so that he could take one of her nipples in his mouth. 

“Good. Glad of that. Can’t be without you.” He said in between kissing and sucking on each nipple. He traced across her collarbone and her shoulders with his lips, which were warm and moist against her now slightly cooler skin. With the removal of her clothing, she realized it was chilly in the cottage, and noticed that the glass door out to the balcony was open, the ocean breeze blowing in through the screen door. 

Jake’s hands left her breasts and traveled down her sides to her hips, hooking his thumbs in her panties so that he could remove those as well. He threw those behind him, and then wiggled himself the rest of the way out of his jeans and boxers. 

“We sharing feelings this evening, Jake?” Sam asked with a smirk as he climbed over her. He reached for the drawer in the night stand, grabbing a condom. He placed it beside her head and closed the drawer before leaning down to kiss her.

“So what if we are?” He asked, voice slightly ragged, an edge of frustration to it. He wasn’t mad, but he wasn’t exactly thrilled that they were talking about this in bed. He didn’t do this. 

“Jake...do you have some...strong feelings for me?” Sam teased and he sat back slightly and ran his hand threw his blond locks and swallowed hard. Sam propped herself up again and reached one hand out to touch his chest. She ran her nails carefully over his abs and stared into the sage green and worried irises above her.

“Yah, maybe.” He grumbled, his weight settling over her hips. She could feel his cock, throbbing, thick and warm against her stomach.

“Jake, it’s okay to feel things...I...feel...stuff...too.” She tugged him down so that their mouths could meet, her tongue darting out to play with his. He obliged but there was hesitation and Sam wanted that to go away. She grabbed for his hair and that made him moan into her mouth and then he growled a response.

“I don’t do this. I’ve never felt like this...” He said and she could feel his muscles tensing. Sam grabbed for his biceps and pushed her hips at him, trying to entice him to keep going because she felt like she was losing control of the situation. 

“It’s okay.” She said softly, and he paused for a moment, eyes locking on her before he kissed her again, this time more needy, more aggressive, hotter and more passionate than all the ones before.

“Is it?” He purred as he reached down, but Sam beat him to it, her hand wrapping around his length. His mouth was agape as she pumped him slowly a few times. She turned her head, offering her neck to him, which he willingly devoured. He was then re-engaged and decided he was done talking about his feelings. He wanted physicality now. 

“Yes...Jake...I kinda like you a lot. You’re really special to me, and I’m not just saying that.” Sam said and to his surprise, she reached up and ripped the condom wrapper open, then rolled it onto his cock with one swift motion.Jake was impressed by her flexibility.

“Ah, fuck, that was hot.” He groaned, his lips heading for her neck again. She placed her hands on either side of his head and coaxed him back up to her lips. She ran one hand over his cheek and then the other headed down his bicep. He glanced at her hand, admiring her long, pretty fingers as they cradled his sculpted muscle. Her nails were long and perfectly manicured French tips, and she had silver and rose gold rings on her pinkie, middle, and pointer fingers that only accentuated her perfect tanned skin even more. Distracted by her gorgeous hand wrapped around his arm, he'd forgotten that his length was still in her other hand. He'd spread her legs with his own, the back of her thighs against his quads. Sam held him steady and guided his tip to her entrance, using just one finger on the top of his shaft to help him press inside her very wet pussy. His abs drew up tighter than he expected as he bottomed out inside her. His head dropped back and he moaned her name, which made Sam blush even more than she already was. Was it her or was it a thousand degrees in the room now? 

“God damn it, Sam. I fuckin’..ugh, I...fuck...think I love you...pretty girl.” He stammered as he began to move his hips back and forth, a leisurely pace. Sam's breath quickened and his words sent sparks through her. The admission...the praise...the compliment, it was all so much more than she thought she was getting. She loved the fact that Jake Seresin ...the only naval aviator on active duty with an air to air kill, was a simpering mess above her. Hangman was putty in her arms and she couldn't get enough of it. 

“So this is what it feels like to be court martialed...” Sam’s voice was strained as she relaxed back against the sheets. They smelled like him. Like his deodorant and cologne, both a clean, citrusy, musky scent that had very subtle sweet notes. The other scent heavy on her nostrils was the mix of their arousal, and mixed with his sweat, Jake’s was strong. It caged her in and made her feel like she was his and his alone. It was only spurring her on, the fire in her belly spreading rapidly.

“Yeah, no it never feels this fuckin’ good, trust me.” He said, tone husky, as his thrusts faltered for a moment. He shifted, placing his forearms on the bed on either side of her head, cradling her head with his hands. He picked up his pace and his intensity, his hips ramming into her harder than before. Her brows knitted and she threw her head back and moaned his name, cresting the peak of her orgasm as he met his own with a swift end. It had crept up on him, like a coiled spring with too much tension, everything released at the same time, and Jake saw stars as he came. He paused, his cock pumping hard inside Sam. Her nails dug into his biceps and he groaned at the sharpness. He almost enjoyed it, and he knew there would be tick marks there that he would be proud to wear. 

“Fuck...sorry...too excited...” Jake apologized and Sam shook her head and tugged him down for a kiss with a laugh.

“No, no, don’t be sorry. I enjoyed that very much.” She whispered, her breath warm against his lips. He sighed and slid out of her, removed the condom carefully and ran to the bathroom. He hadn’t expected Sam to follow him. 

“Whatcha doin’?” He asked as she wound her arms around his torso and placed her head against his back.

“Cuddling.” She said and he chuckled.

“Okay, but we can do that in the bed. I was gonna grab some toilet paper so I could wipe you off. You’re a little wet down south...” Jake explained as he turned and wrapped his arms around her. She smirked.

“Thanks...we could just take a quick shower.” She said and he nodded, reaching over to turn the shower on. The bathroom was small and they would have to squeeze in the shower, but they would enjoy it nonetheless. The water was warm when they stepped in together and Jake took Sam in his arms, holding her close.

‘I just poured my heart out to you...” He murmured and Sam buried her face in his chest.

“I’m happy you did, Jake...I meant what I said too. I really, really like you...like...a ton...like a metric fuck ton...” Sam said and they both laughed softly.

[minzart]

You know what? I'm gonna complain it is good to put it out with a semi(hopefuly)understandable way see if anyone else had the same thoughts or something

So yeah arcane season 2 ramblings bellow

I knew it would be a hard task to deliver after such a good season 1, like it had everything ending with a perfect cicle, the first step was the last

We got themes and coherent actions with it, the characters are Charaters as much as embodiments of the narrative and it's mensage

And it was all a tragedy in the making

I though they could keep the loop, at the end I never expected we to get close to see Zaun and Piltover being split. Never, they are sisters cities one hurting the other more and more as progress comes and their bridge burns and grows bigger and bigger but never splitting, a never ending cicle(to a never ending game)

It works in the first season and I wished they kept it running in the second,but nooo let's pick up an already solved tread and force it to work again.

What the fuck am I talking about? well, many things, one specifically is

The sisters arc.

I can't be the only who thought what season 1 was trying to say with the tea scene was that she IS Powder AND Jinx, and what she actually needed was for both sides(Vi and Silco) to shut the fuck up and let her BE HERSELF. At that time I though if we ever get a season two she would realize what happened that night, not as choosing a side as she puts but as a birth of something new, while VI could also realize her sister has changed and she is not dead but become worse, or spiral into a worse state of mind ignoring who her sister is and insisting she is dead and wtv that thing Jinx is is not her sister anymore(and that's only bc at that time i discovered her lol conterpart is an enforcer so i though hey Vi's gonna have a villain arc and people are gonna acknowledge she also has insues to work with right :D )

But what season 2 did was forget continuity they are trying to GO BACK and this time the narrative will repeat itself beat by beat but worse.

In season 2 they revived Vander(and that IS vander with a warwick skin), only to beat the man to death 3 times over and over, and worse, don't revive his fucking theme with it making him a plot device more than the character he is, and let's pull Silco right along with him and change all that mattered before with these 2 too why not.

And don't come telling me "but they foreshadowed warwick in season 1" I KNOW AND I WANTED TO SEE WOLFMAN AS DID EVERYBODY. But what I did not want was it to be Vander AGAIN. I wanted them to lean into the amnesiac aspect of his story, Warwick WAS a man before, he was someone ELSE, but now He is OTHER, he is not Vander and would never be, and THAT would be the link to conclude the sisters arc.

The direction I though they would go was to cherish the past, learn from it, and see that you did changed and yet not, you are you in all your gloric and flaws, the child you once were is still in you as is the adult you have become with. It. there.

You can not run from your past, you can not break off of it, else you are not yourself anymore.

In a way VI would trace Vander's footsteps but worse, I though she would lean in the protecting the status quo without thinking about it, yes she is from the undercuts but she has been 7 years in jail and the city changed without her in it, she wants to go back so bad, that she can't see she can't. There is no way she could go back, she is not Vander, and yes his ideas are alive but the time they worked not, a new twist has to be given to it, adapt it to the new present, a thing she can't do alone

And as paralels Jinx, would have traced Silco and not liked it one bit, I never got the vibe that she would by the end fight for a cause, she is no leader, and she is no dog either, she is chaos itself right? She works for herself at the end of the day, I hoped we would see she try and abandon that path altogether without noticing she would be the reverse.

Silco was a dictator in the making with the speech of freedom as his weapon, Vander was a keeper of the status quo in the name of "peace", read stability. Jinx would be an arsonist that accidentally spiked the dream of revolution, of freedom, in the people around her while VI would want to go back to "status quo" by the means of violence.

You see how that's an interesting talk? Yes the past was safety, and yet it wasn't perfect, and yes freedom is beautiful but to get there it will be gory. There will be loss to both mentalities.

It would what? Exactly, keep the goddamn theme of season 1. Maybe not perfectly, I'm no professional, but I can dream.

"But jinx did become a simble of revolution!" NO she did not, it was cute that Isha transformed her image in a simble of hope and that itself works someway for the theme they tried to do for her as just Poweder 2.0, bc that's all she is, the child self, nothing more. But that is not what I'd call satisfying for Jinx character from season 1. Added to that, what revolution? if by the end both sides made up by the power of third party enemy?

The Warwick variable would come to contrast both as a new character, maybe a victim of the status quo Vi is adhering and a psicological contrast to Jinx change.

As a side not LET SILCO DIE. LET HIM FUCKING DIE AND STAY DEAD LIKE VANDER IS. I don't want a backstory,nor flashback, nor memory trip, the past of these two was excellent as ambiguous, they are the mentors, the fathers, the side characters, ambiguity WORKS IN THEIR FAVOR, legends of their own making

What i asked of this arc was a paralel scene with Jinx and Silco to VI and Vander back in season 1, y'know? The one VI is knocked down and Vander's ghost basically comes back to give her a BRIEF pep talk that MATCHES HER OWN MINDSET AND HIS, BC THEY EMBODY THE SAME PARALEL? YEAH. AND I WAS HAPPY that Silco got his ghost moment, but... he would not... forgive, season 1 would not and Jinx in that mind state,nor before, would too, these two have one thing in comum and is SPITE, they are cocrooch that refuses to die despite being repeatedly beaten out of your home, wish that was the focus of these two in that paralel scene, but well... with the theme they choose he had to be changed

Mel Medarda what did they do to you my girl you did not deserve this

Now, to be fair her arc could be fixed with more episodes or just one more season just establish something that wasn't there is season 1, her magic powers. But in my rant I'm trying to see if there is just another way for her to go that could tecnicaly and not need another season

Arcane was fast peaced but at least it had a focus.

Season 1 focused on the sisters more than up top, everyone there, including Mel were more world building devices than characters to me, and season 2 changed the focus characters to Viktor and Jayce but forgot to bring with them their support characters wich explains to me why I feel so lost to half the casts motives and place in the story.

In the beggining I loved that we focused on her opposing her mother in every decision, and gave a paralel to her own path in season 1, when Ambesa says let's use hextech I wanted the show to scream the same scens as Mel had when she convinced the council to use it too.

I wanted the show to pick these people who says "wow Mel is so evillll she manipulates peopleeeee my poor babyyyy jayce noooo my himbo sonnn" by the throat and say "you want to see manipulation? I'l fucking show you it" and presents Ambesa as the foil.

Focus on a political intrigue to these two, buy time for wtv is happening with Viktor, Caitlyn, Vi and Jinx to cook, Ambesa wants an invasion, Mel doesn't.

Maybe the seeds for magical powers were there in season 1, Mels paintings(magic and art thend to be used interchangeably in some medias i think), Ambesa's music video, "why did you come here mother?", but it would need more time to flourish in a satisfactory way, or at least better presented.

"Oh your powers are growing faster bc the arcane is awaken" BULLSHIT I TELL YOU.

Mel is strong in her words, love a woman who can kick ass but love one that can make myself bend to her will with one word even more.

Actualy on second though you know what would made her arc suck less? IF THEY DIDN'T FRIDGED HER FOR HALF OF IT. If the black rose was not meant to be the big bad at the end then what the fuck was the point of taking her out of the picture(would it be too hard to make her magical powers manifest in the scene she was kidnapped insted of... kidnaping. Girl was playing detective already)? The only way I can think it was a good idea is bc they didn't want to make her and Caitlyn fight for the sake of a final show down with Ambesa, bc there is no way these two would be in speaking terms if they interacted during Caits dictatorship

Speaking of dictatorship, for more that I love it I also loath it bc they just didn't show the during reing enough and I blame they taking Mel down way too early(I love the path of anger and grief Caitlyn went). Imagine a world were down there it's an emotional conflict leaded by Vi-Warwick-Jinx and up there a political intrigue of Mel-Caitlyn-Ambesa. That ends with peace below and an explosion(fascist reing start) up there? A, say it with me, INVERSION OF SEASON 1 ENDING :) wouldn't that be NEAT?!

Maybe even end it right there and let it ambiguous. There is no need for season 3 if they don't can't do it, the open ending is the strong forte of this series for me especificaly.

But what about the rest? What about

Jayce, Viktor and Ekko

Gonna be honest, they arc is so over the place with who they were in season 1 that they fell completely unrelated to anything in there anymore.

Season 2 changed focus from the sisters to Jayce and Viktor, everything plot related was through them, the problem is, their choices and... themes? Were not previously established by season 1 and season 2 took both out of the picture and put doppelganger in their places.

For more that I love Jesus viktor... now that I saw the fans that know him as The Machine Herald complain about his arc I know what was bugging me with it too.

He didn't choose any of what happened to him, something that is and was, a big thing to him back in season 1 and his lol conterpart. You know, Sky was never a character, she was a warning to Viktor remember? She died, consumed by the hexcore because of his medling, and he still continued to use it, wasn't that supposed to be the warning sigh to us that Viktor was going to spiral? And yet...

By the end Jayce and Viktor are foils, even if the season presents literaly 3 versions of them in one season bc they didn't transitioned their chance as smoothly as I'd like. Bc for more gay and amazing that ending was... Jayce is not the same character he was when he shot Viktor, absolutely not, you are telling me, that he was given a mission to show Viktor the future, and his response was to kill him instead of try to allude to the end? That the Jayce that shot Viktor in the chest was the same Jayce that understood he had to hug the divine manifestation lf his partner in the Astral plane to show the future and esencialy die with him by the end?

Love how Ekko swinged by the end and bough enough time for that finale he literaly lived up to his expectations as the boy savior, but lord I wanted him to be so much more coherent, the narrative yanked him out of the leadership role he had in season 1 and made him a by stander and last minute deus ex maquina. HE SHOULD BE THE ONE TO ANSWER VI/Vander AND Silco/Jinx THEMES, HE HAS WAS THE THRID FACTION THE BETTER FUTURE, THE SIDE WE AS THE AUDIENCE SHOULD CHEER THE MOST AS THE NEW FUTURE FOR ZAUN. NOT THE LETS GET TOGHETER AS ONE TO DEFEND OUR CITY FROM THE BIG BAD NATION OVER SEAS- FUCK THAT.

Him and Sevika should join forces, their arc should have been bring down town togheter and focus on a better future, heal the now, even if both have diferent visions of a future they should agree to clean Zaun even if in diferent direction. I love him with Heimendinher, bc it could be amazing to see a founder of Zaun learn with the next generation of leadership, let's bring the spark of empathy back to the old man, lets show what community is again for him, a tall about how disconnected he had become from what were supposed to be his people,let him give propositions and Ekko oppose them but with compromises, a paralel to Jayce in that way too.

How Jayce was the pupil that went into politics and become corrupt, Ekko is the one who is a community leader and won't be corrupt, how Heimendinher was too cautious and practical for both parties he will be opposed but know to better compromise, learn again why humanity moves fast, we do not have eternity. Where Jayce failed Ekko will thrive, and it was to make that old man learn emphaty again.

So maybe the focus of these 3 should be the future isn't?

Viktor, by his own hands, would want a evolution were no weakness are present, and by weakness I mean emotion bc... the focus of his path in season 1 was to live, he wanted to be alive to make a name for himself, to be remembered, so maybe with his close dance with death with that missile it pushes him to realize humanity never changes and even when everything could end up right and peaceful, our personal vendetta would detriment any chance of progress, hence he starts a way to fix it.

Instead of... internalized ableism, is it a interesting talk? Absolutely but you can't deny it was poorly set up, he was dieing and he wanted to not be... I'm sorry but "your imperfection is beautiful" was done better with Entrapta and Hordak from reboot Shera

Bc by lol lore that was the conflict between him and Jayce right? Viktor wanted a hive mind Jayce didn't, it was a conscious choice from both parties, so there we have a divorce arc, and sexual tension with the enemie.

So yeah

These are my thoughts mixed with what I wish it was and complains... I have no idea if I make sense or not

But hey if you got to this end thanks for reading, and hope it resonated a bit with you, if not, well shit bro I did say I was complaining.

[amica-rattis]

yessss please compliment my intelligence while staring at my boobs rrbfbbf

[applestorms]

L can be such a possessive character at times. he always strikes me as the type of person who is deeply aware of everything that he owns, both in a more literal sense and metaphorically-- like, he knows what money he has and how to use it, what resources are readily available to him and what he has to be sneakier to utilize, the habits and tendencies and emotional states of individuals and world governments both. the DN musical really puts an emphasis on the more computer-y aspects of how his brain functions, which isn't as obvious in the manga/anime but i think still works well as a way to follow his thinking. it's kinda what near does too: everything is a factor to them, every tiny detail a new opening to optimize for the best results, every person and location and object a part of a puzzle waiting to be solved. and as a part of that, L is deeply aware of every and any little thing he may or may not have control over, and exactly to what degree.

his habit of stealing titles as depicted in the LABB murders novel is such a good example of this. ryuzaki, eraldo coil, deneuve. he eats people alive and then takes their names for himself like some kind of fucked up fae or trickster god, creating new masks and personas to hide behind from the remains of the people he's devoured. i have to wonder if he would've used the title of KIRA for himself had he won-- i can hardly imagine what kind of power such a title could hold if held in his hands. of course, he could've just used the defeat of KIRA as a way to build up the L title even further, offering up the body of a dead god like perseus showing off the head of medusa. but L is so emotionally attached to the kira case, i struggle to see him allowing it to fade from existence so thoroughly as near does, even if it is only kept close on a private level...

this is part of why i think it genuinely makes a lot of sense that L's ultimate win state would include capturing light to some degree. even if the memory of KIRA somehow manages to fully disappear from the public consciousness, there is no fucking way L is letting light yagami out of his grasp. honestly, the moment that L truly loses this game is not when he starts investigating misa while still under rem's watch, not when light gets back his memories, not even when he dies, but the moment when he allows light to be freed from the handcuffs. the moment when he allows the other members of the task force to turn off the cameras and keep him from watching light and misa talk in the lobby. the moment when he gives up, lets light yagami go outside of L's personal sphere of control, is the moment when L starts the clock ticking down to the end of his own life.

this is one of the key ways in which i see light as a true equal and parallel to L, as after L's death he, intentionally or no, continues the same tradition and takes L's title for himself, twisting the two sides together into the L-KIRA amalgamation. only, the L title functions a little bit differently than every other persona or title that we see in the series-- because L's true name is L. that's all that he is. on a literal, legal, and emotional level, i don't think that L is anything more than L. he is the world's greatest detective, he's an incredible, weirdo super genius, but he does not afford himself much more than that, barely allows himself personhood or humanity outside of his work. light was the one to ultimately defeat L because he did not just put a stain on his character (as BB attempted), did not just kill him, but stole his very identity and took it for himself.

one of the biggest contradictions of L's character that i think you must accept should you attempt to portray him accurately is that he is both deeply detached from humanity while also having all of his work and effort and life be focused around saving it. it's one of the ways in which he is an exact opposite to light-- where light relies on humanity for external validation, to be Seen, while also looking down on it as dumb and immoral and spineless, L is so separated from it that he barely exists as a person, all the while dedicating almost every action he takes to helping it. remember: for all the emotional turmoil that wammy's house and the legacy of L may put on the kids living there, ultimately it's entire existence is nothing more than L's logical solution to his potential demise. if he dies, the world goes down with him, all of the cases that are yet to happen and he is yet to solve being left in the air. he has the foresight to set up a fail safe, but not to consider the emotional implications of what being that fail safe might feel like, how high the price of your own humanity is if you are not already alienated from it, the inability to have your own name on your gravestone-- though perhaps some of the blame also falls on watari's shoulders in this case, philanthropic old bastard that he is.

imo, playing his game really got it right in presenting L and light as one and the same, synonyms on either side of the mirror. in every action they take they are both so selfishly selfless, playing the game for themselves and their own pleasure but plastering the needs and will of humanity on top of it. L isn't invested in saving humanity for the sake of humanity-- he just likes the thrill of having the stakes raised so high. hard to shit on ryuk for wanting entertainment when the humans he finds are just the same as him.