#but god this bass looks fucking killer

[bentwolioo]

i want her so bad.

[iron-rose-art]

Have you seen the hex monty plush that's coming out who knows when.

HE'S GOT HIS BASS

And comes with a collectors card

Also quick question how do you feel about swamp monster monty, part of me wants him to kidnap me and put me in a nest he built.

OH! MY GOD NO I HAVEN'T SEEN THAT PLUSH AND I LOVE HIM

The plush looks so dorky and I love him and his lil bass. And I know Monty would argue he looks cooler than that pfft. And that trading card 👀🫴 I love that it's his chase "scene" in the beginning of SB

And swamp monster Monty that kidnaps you 👀👀👀 yes please

Sounds perfect for Halloween season tbh

(I didn't follow the prompt but I got inspired)

🐊 You're convinced to go camping with your friends even though you've never been someone that goes outdoors too much

🐊 Sure you love mother nature but you love her too much to step into her territory when you don't know shit in how to handle yourself. So you stick with your friend group, jokingly telling them to fuck off whenever they tease you when you jump from a weird noise outside.

🐊 But you swear you hear the deep bellows of something whenever you stray a little too far from the group to look into the large body of water you guys found. You swear you can feel something watching you. It's not human and you feel oddly comforted by the fact.

🐊 You're snapped out of whatever trance you've put yourself into whenever you hear a blood curling scream coming from your friends.

🐊 Your blood runs cold while your heartbeat is pounding in your ears. Your breathing is becoming heavier with every passing second, hands trembling as the signals in your brain to stay or go help try to fight for control.

🐊 Another scream and your body makes that decision for you. Running off pure instincts, you bolt back to where the group last was. A sturdy and hefty looking branch was picked up by you as you go back. Because you may not be much of a fighter, but damn will you go down fighting for your friends.

🐊 Gone from your mind was the thought of being watched. But it didn't forget about you

🐊 In fact, you going back to protect your "pack" solidified it in his head that he had to be by your side now. You were an intriguing little human and he wanted nothing more than to take you back to his nest. After helping you protect your pack, of course.

I went a little more horror movie trope. "Final girl" YN saving your friends from this weird ass killer in a yellow suit and getting help from Swamp Monster Monty and being all "you know what, after we get out of this, sure fuck it! Take me back to your nest!"

If y'all couldn't tell, this got away from me whoops!

Listen! I'm a big sucker for 'Im attracted to your looks but your actions made you hotter and now I'm down bad' and I feel like that fits Monty in any universe

[eyesxxyou]

Peeved (Hobie Brown (Spider-Punk) x transmasc!reader

Hobie Brown x transmasc!reader

Rating: mature

Word count: 2k

synopsis: Hobart Brown gets or your last nerve, with his "fuck all" attitude and disregard for your practice times. But you have to admit, you love his hands

warnings: fingering, some second hand embarrassment, hobie praising/teasing reader, hobie being a little shit as always, humping, kinda rushed but I did my best

Enjoy!

“He’s late…again.” You deadpan, checking the time for the third time in just under 20 minutes. “He always does this. Remind me why we haven’t kicked him out of the band yet?” You look to your drummer, who lays upside down off the side of your couch because she knew Hobie would be about an hour or so late like he always is. You could always count on him to never show up on time.

"Because," your drummer says, "no one can play the guitar like he can. You know he's killer at it." It's true and it annoys you that it is. You can't replace him, definitely not at a time like this. You have a gig a week away and even that won't whip him into shape and force him to get his act together, at least for this.

"I can play the guitar…good enough to do his part at least." You cross your arms, kicking a loose shirt you had on the floor under the couch before sitting down. Frustrated at your guitarist, you slouch into the mangy couch.

"You can sing, play the bass, and the lead at the same time." She glances at you from behind messy streaks of eyeliner and long lashes. "Why didn't you enlighten us with this information before? Who knew you were such a talent, Y/N?"

You rolled your eyes at her. "Oh, fuck you."

It was then that Hobie decided he would grace you with his presence, coming barreling through the window with his guitar swinging behind his back. "Yo." The nonchalant in his voice pisses you off. You stand up and once again, like you are every time, reminded by how much shorter you are than him. He's tall, thin, lean, lanky. Overall pretty but he'd probably knock someone's head off if they called him that. It was a shame, in different circumstances, he'd be just your type.

"And where the hell have you been?"

Hobie looks you right in the eyes with a smirk playing across his pierced lips. "Places." You know he's being vague on purpose to get a rise out of you and for a moment it works. "I told you what time to be here."

"I don't believe in consistency, love." He shrugged and for a moment you thought you might jump on him and try to tear his face off. "Well you better find your belief in it before I make you test your belief in whether God exists or not."

"Could you two get a room already. You're this–" she punched her fingers together, " close to vigorously making out with each other." You glare at her and she just smiles and blows you a kiss from her darkly lined lips.

"Let's not waste time then since you're so determined to get through practice." Hobie slips past you, his hands on your waist to put to the side before he swings his guitar to the front. You can't believe there was a time where you had a crush on him. A time where you would lavish over a touch like that, think about it late into the night, trace over where this skin touched yours.

Your drummer insists that you still have a crush on him, it just presents itself differently. "No, no, you definitely still want to fuck him, you just want to angry fuck him now." You'd brush her off, roll your eyes, but never deny. Because maybe a small part of you knows you still want him.

Of course, he plays his part perfectly but refuses to admit he practiced on his own time. "I don't need to practice, just natural talent is all." So cocky, but at least he could back it up you supposed.

His fingers played skillfully over the strings, long and slender, chipped black nail polish, nails always bitten short. Maybe you were staring at his fingers for too long because before you knew it, the music had stopped.

"You missed the queue."

You blink and the moment your eyes come up, they connect with Hobie's. He's got that look in his eyes you don't like. The ones where he knows something you don't. Or rather, he knows something that you don't want anyone else to know. It's mischievous, chaotic, and terrifying.

The rest of practice goes by without much of a hitch. Hobie liked being needlessly complicated but he knew you were seconds away from bashing his head in with his own guitar so he kept his antics to a minimum. But he could see it, the way your anger was burning with something else to fuel it, the way you glared at him that looked something more like longing than anything else, the way you moved away from him when he was close, not because you didn't want to be near him, but it you were close to him any longer, you might melt into him.

"I gotta head out early today." Your drummer was already packing up when she let you know.

"What? Why didn't you let me know sooner?" You're more upset that you'll be left alone with Hobie than anything else. She only shrugged and offered a teasing little smile. Liar. She had nowhere to be. The bastard.

"Why ain't you get on her like you got on me then?" Hobie was suddenly right beside you, nudging you with his elbow until you jumped away from him. You can't remember the last time you were left alone with him. Why was he looking at you like that?

"Because I like her more than you." Your murmur as you hang your guitar up on its stand and sigh. "I'm gonna make some tea, you can get the hell out."

Hobie doubled over in laughter. "No you're not. You and I both know you can't make tea for shit, love. It's gonna be water with milk. Get over here." He grabbed your hand, and brought you closer but you were already pulling away. "Stop, Hobie. You play too much."

"What's your deal? What's your problem with me? Because you've never been so aggressive until this past year." For the first time he seemed frustrated. His jaw tightened and his eyes narrowed at you as he grew closer. Why did he seem even taller now? Why was he backing you into a corner? And why hasn't he caught on yet? You thought he had for a moment.

"You know why." You insist because there's no way he doesn't. He's too smart for that, too observant. And he confirms that with what he says next. "Then say it. Not a mind reader, love, tell me what's so wrong with me that you can't stand my very presence."

"Because you're so you, Hobie!" You didn't want to get into an argument today. The stress was already too much for you and now you had to confront all of this. "You don't care about anything at all, nothing bothers you and you definitely never bother with anything! You just let things go so easily and it pisses me off because I like that about you so fucking much!" Your finger was nearly jabbing holes through his chest. "You make me sick because I just want my lips on yours and to feel your fingers inside of me."

You didn't mean to say so much, especially not that last part. The worst part is that Hobie seemed completely and utterly unfazed by what you had said. His lips pinched to the side as he nodded and hummed softly. "Well then, if you're so sick of me–" he grabbed your waist and pulled you close. His lips were pressed against yours. He bit your lip and you let him, you moaned for him, you opened up for him, let him slip his tongue between your lips, only to find that it was pierced as well.

He placed his tongue directly against yours with all the intent to swap saliva, leave a bit of him in you. You tugged at his vest, a signal for him to remove it. Hobie slid it off his narrow shoulders and let it drop to the floor in a clatter of leather and metal.

When you pulled away, much your dismay, Hobie sat down on the couch, legs spread a comfortable amount. "Come show me how much. I'll be your punching bag for a little bit, love." He motioned you over and like he was pulling on invisible strings, you came over and straddled his lap.

Your lips connected again, sticky and sloppy with passion as you but his lip piercing once more as traced the angle of his jaw with your hand. You could feel his calloused fingertips against the waist of your shorts. They skillfully unbuttoned them before slipping his hand into your underwear. “You said you wanted my fingers, right?” Hobie murmured against your lips as the pads of two of his digits glide against your clit. You shudder softly, your fingers fisting at his shirt.

“Go ahead. Use them.” Hobie leaned back against the couch and simply watched, let you have your way with him since you’re so frustrated. You immediately began to rock against his hand, easing his fingers against your entrance. Inch by inch entered you knuckle deep. You bit your lip, staring at Hobie behind hooded eyes.

“Pretty boy. Take what you need.” Your hands are on his neck, fingers slipping beneath his choker while you rut against his hand. You let out the softest whimpers and moans, mewling with pleasure while you rubbed your clit against the palm of his hand. “Tell me what else is wrong with me, love? Go on.” Hobie curls his fingers against your silky walls that grapple him so well he might just say forget his fingers altogether and move on to bigger things. But you were enjoying yourself so much.

You bite your lip as words fail you and you whimper. “Y-you–” You’re too focused on riding his hand. If only you could see yourself. You’d be so embarrassed that you’re letting yourself go to such a degree. “You’re so cocky.” You shiver, pressing your pelvis down harder against his rough hand.

“You make…yourself too comfortable in my house.” Hobie chuckles at that one. You can feel him curling his fingers everytime you bounce. He massaged the small little place inside you that makes your vision go blurry and your eyes cross. “Fuck— Hobie.” You whine needily. “Right there.” You’re starting to feel hot in your clothes. You wanted them off. You wanted his clothes off. You wanted to feel his skin against yours.

“Saying my name all pretty like for someone who doesn’t like me, eh?” His other hand is on your waist, stroking your hips and thighs before setting in just the right position to control your hips. He can see you getting flustered, just the way you did when he called you a pretty girl. “You like that, love? You like it when I call you my pretty boy, love?” You cry out again for him.

“You’re right. I am cocky, aren’t I?” He forced you to move your hips faster and every muscle in your body trembled. “‘Cause I can really get used to a sight like this. Can’t you?” Hobie likes that way you’re completely falling apart just from his fingers. He couldn’t imagine what you would look like taking the rest of him. He could feel your walls pulsing, begging for release, to completely unravel and fall into pieces.

Your orgasm came like a tidal wave. So brutally you might as well have been torn apart and stitched back together like one of your late-night projects. It seizes your muscles, takes your over, makes you kiss him harder than ever before. Lips meet teeth, tongue, and metal all at the same time. You don’t notice Hobie slip his hand from your pants, digits coated in you.

“You still peeved with me?” He asks softly with a twinge of humor in his voice. There’s something horribly tender about his tone that isn’t usual for the Hobie you know. If you hadn’t known any better, you might have said that he liked you but he was far too inconsistent for something like a relationship. It wouldn’t last. You knew it.

"Just don't be late to practice tomorrow or I'll throw you out the damn window."

[celestialspecial]

In Cold Blood (Pt. 2)

Warnings: Dub con, knife play, blood, smut/p in v-do i even need to say its 18+ (also dont do it with serial killers irl....you know this)

The pounding relentless beat of the club echoed out onto the pavement. The sidewalk under your feet seemed to shake with each new bass drop, lights from the floor to ceiling windows washed along the crowd waiting in line.

You stood single file, all asses and elbows waiting to get to the front velvet ropes. Your nerves were frayed, the last few weeks had been leading you up to this moment. 

Once you had a photo of the killer with his mask it was easier than before to find snippets of him on local cctv camera footage. His steps were more traceable but you still didn’t know his motive. 

The more you learned the less it made sense. 

You'd tracked his wanderings for over a month now, the trail had gone cold but you had it on good authority he'd be here tonight. The Killer, looking for his next victim.

With some intense persuasion your team had allowed you to go under cover and act as bait to draw out the madman. Your skimpy dress and overall look blended you into the background of the crowd waiting in line.

You looked like you deserved to be there. Were meant to be there.

After god knows how long of waiting in line you finally were able to escape the chilly outdoors and feel the intense heat of the ravenous club before you.

Bright lights pooled the dance floor and if you had thought the outside was crowded this was even worse. How anyone managed to dance was beyond you but that wasn't why you were here.

Making your way to the bar in hopes of escaping the intense smells and rhythmic dancing to clear your head. A buzz from your phone got your attention.

One of your colleagues.

"He's there." Your heart beat increased its pace. Eyes darting around the mass of gyrating people but you couldn't see shit. Everyone was moving so erratically, it would be impossible to find him.

After a moments pause you wondered if maybe this was a wash and to call for backup and corner the bastard wherever he was here instead of coercing him to follow you somewhere private where an arrest could be made.

At that your phone buzzed again. What the fuck did they want?

Only this time it was a call. From an unknown number. He was here.

"Hello?"

"Detective. You look mouthwatering tonight." You gulped in response suddenly realizing this might be a bad idea but taking a shot from the bartender strengthened your resolve.

"Do I?"

"Oh yes. Have you come here to arrest me, Detective? Looking like that?"

"Maybe I came here for other things."

A long pause on the other end had you believing he had hung up until you heard a brief inhale on the end of the line.

"Is that so?"

"Will you turn me down?"

This was very dangerous. You were being reckless with your safety but if it drew him out and you had a chance to throw this sucker away for life you'd take it.

"Never."

"Then come get me."

"No... I think you need to find me first. Hasn't that always been your goal? To find me."

You cursed under your breath. Of course he wasn't going to make this easy for you. Why had you been so stupid.

"I don't know if you know this but you picked the most crowded club in the city tonight."

"Don't worry. I'll give you hints. But I can tell you right now you're very cold."

You stepped away from the bar and turned left.

"Warmer."

You considered that when you caught him you'd just kill him and say it had been an accident. And yet a sick and twisted part of you felt a thrill you couldn't explain.

And honestly were afraid to examine further.

Another few twists and turns to the tune of, "Warmer" and "you're getting colder." Lead you to a bustling staircase that took you up to the balcony overlooking the entire club.

Masses of people swarmed around you and at some points it was hard to even hear the phone if he had said anything at all.

You reached a hallway that was suspiciously empty. Lines of velvet padded doors with brass buttons on their exterior beckoned you forward.

“You’re getting warmer, Detective.”

Your hand twitched, trying not to rest on your concealed weapon.

“Warmer.

You'd made it halfway down the hall when you decided this was enough and it was time for backup. Your left heel stuck in place before you were about to turn tail and run.

“You’re burning up.” 

 A large hand snaked around your waist pulling you away from the door you had been looking at wearily. Then it all went black.

You came to, eyes blearily blinking in the low light. A deep red hue filled the room, curtains of lush fabric draped the ceiling, hanging askew and clinging to matching red sofas.

A black crystal chandelier hung above your head. The pounding of the music from the club could still be heard, the bass vibrating the surface you were on. 

Stuck on. No, strapped to.

You wiggled your wrists realizing they were handcuffed to the table beneath your body. Your senses started to come to you faster as your breathing increased with each panicked heartbeat.

Your ankles were tied down as well, a chain clanging against the surface. The sound blunted by the space. 

“Help!” You shouted, screaming as loud as you could. “Somebody?! Anybody!”

“They can’t hear you.” That voice. You’d heard it before. So many times before, but this time it wasn’t distorted by a device. No scrambling or altered sound. Deep, even more attractive than you’d thought.

If you didn’t know better you’d say it was almost warm, inviting. Like a lamb to slaughter, that’s how you felt. A wolf in sheep’s clothing and you were falling for it.

It was nearly impossible to lift your head fully to look upon your captor. Out of the shadows in the corner stood a man, tall, lean, leather jacket scuffed and torn and the mask. You recognized that.

He toyed with a large silver knife, pressing the point into the pad of his thumb, mask downturned as he examined the large weapon before you.

Turning back to look at you he traced the knife along the padded velvet walls. Cocking his head towards them as he approached where you lay.

“These walls are solid thick. The padding also helps block out the noise.” You couldn’t see his face but his eyes…they were black and they caught the red light just right and they almost-glimmered. 

When he spoke next you could hear the smirk on his lips. 

“Perfect place for screaming…of all kinds.” Your eyes closed, brows drawn together, a shaky rasp escaping your lips.

“You’re going to kill me.”

His head tilted to the side, taking you in, probably in more ways than you realized. Moving closer to you, the glimmering buck knife scraping against the wood of the table. You could feel your pulse racing in your neck, knees wobbling.

Once he’d approached your side, cracked white mask looking over you he lifted the glinting blade. You watched with wide eyes as the edge came down as he drew lines over your exposed flesh.

“Now why would I do that?” Cool metal bit into the side of your thigh, not enough to draw blood but enough to have you gasp at the pressure. His bottomless eyes darted to your face at the sound.

You didn’t need to see his face to know he was smiling. Captivated by you writhing on the table before him. Setting the knife down to rest on the center of your torso the man before you removed one of his gloves.

Flesh met flesh as he placed his large hand on your inner thigh, the rough pads of his fingers pressing into your heated skin. His skin felt warm against your leg, you’d waited for it to feel cold, clammy but it was neither of those things.

“I’ve watched you for so long, Detective. Been wanting to feel how soft your skin is for far too long.” 

You wanted to fight it but you couldn’t help your poor body giving in to his caresses. Each stroke against your knee, shin, then moving back up to rest so close to your center. 

You tasted blood from how hard you’d bit your lower lip. Dying to not moan, to not let him know you were enjoying this. But he knew. Dammit he knew. 

“You knew I’d take the bait. And I did. Because you KNOW me. And I know you.” 

“You don’t know me.” You spit out, you tugged against your constraints to drive home your point. 

“I know you’re enjoying this.” 

“And how do you figure that?” 

“Because I am.” Fuck him. That’s all you could think. All you wanted but didn’t dare admit. He was a psycho…and maybe you were too for wanting him this badly. 

He retrieved his knife, this time letting it settle between your thighs, the tip catching on the string of your underwear. You could feel the blade against your skin and you did your best to breathe in shallow gulps.

His wrist flicked and what little pathetic swatch of fabric you’d had on under your dress was done for. An elastic snapping noise, a sting as it smacked against your skin and then he moved back a foot.

Pulling with him the knife and your underwear torn and tattered stuck to the tip of the blade. He held up the weapon and its new bundle of fabric to examine it, fingering the underwear with his free hand.

“Detective. These appear to be wet.” 

If you’d had your gun you would’ve shot him. Or you’d like to think you would in this moment. Anything to get out of this situation. Scorching heat seared across your face, you could feel it beading up on the back of your neck as well.

He leaned forward, bracing his hands against the table, fingers brushing against your sides in the process. 

“Care to explain?” His head gestured to the sad excuse for underwear left. 

“Fuck you!”

“Soon, but not yet.” His gloveless hand resumed its place on your inner thigh but this time his fingers dared higher. You could feel him part you and drag a long finger up your center, dipping in before pulling his hand back to inspect.

You wanted to cross your legs, anything to prevent you from wanting more. The noises that had scratched at the back of your throat  as you felt him briefly inside you, were scrambling to escape. 

His fingers were coated in your wetness, masked face exploring your own, gauging your reaction. Then he slipped those same fingers under his mask, a sucking noise could be heard and his eyes rolled back.

“You taste just as I imagined.” Your eyes met his, instead of looking away you kept your focus. Challenging him. He wanted to play games, so could you. 

Maybe he was right, maybe you two did have some connection because as your eyes remained locked with his you could feel the static energy in the room shift around you. 

“What else have you imagined?” 

The hand of his that held the knife lifted again, the lip of the blade coaxing under the hem of your dress. The tip poking through the satin fabric, slicing as it moved upwards. 

Cool air rushed over your heated skin, the fabric falling away. You carefully watched the knife as it made its way across your stomach, towards your chest and finally reaching your neckline.

The stitches popping as the dress shredded away, two useless swath's of fabric toppling to the floor. Exposing your remaining lingerie that you had carefully selected for the night, something that would fit nicely under your dress.

He let out a low whistle from under his mask. Taking the knife and quirking it underneath a loose bow on your black lace bustier. Untying the ribbon as he twisted the knife expertly.

“Detective. Is this all for me?” 

“Untie me and find out.” At that he chuckled, plucking another seam with the blades tip.

“You’re very clever, but not that clever.” 

He tapped your cheek with the flat side of his knife, wiggling his finger in a childlike admonishment as he moved to the end of the table. Standing between your legs that were still strapped down.

You watched as he slipped the knife into his back pocket, removing his other glove somewhere in the process. 

The way he watched you as he moved. Those depthless eyes examining every inch of your body. How they shone a little brighter as his gaze landed on your exposed lower half.

He lowered himself onto his elbows but not before clutching your hips and tugging you further down the table towards him. You grunted at the tightness overwhelming your bound wrists, scraping against the metal handcuffs.

Then you felt his mouth against you. Crying out at the feel of his lips sucking against you. Lapping up your juices and teasing the sensitive flesh there. 

Your eyes squeezed shut, panting, then moaning. His evil mouth coaxing every new noise from your body. Trying to look down and see him but the mask sat on top of his head still blocking your view.

That tightness and aching sensation started to gather in your center, feeling yourself getting close to the edge. Your moans grew louder, sparks flared behind your eyes and then with an extra savory sucking sensation you were tumbling over the edge.

You screamed, pulling against your handcuffs, hips lifting off the table to meet his mouth more readily and from the way the floor and walls pulsed and pounded around you, you knew he was right.

No one could hear you.

The ecstasy washed through you, draining your remaining fight down to nothing. You didn’t even notice that he had stood up and knelt by where your head rested.

“Next time scream my name.” 

“That’s a little hard since I don���t know it.” You managed through gasps of air.

You could feel him moving beside you before you turned to come face to face with that taunting white mask. You instead focused on his eyes beneath the plastic exterior.

Every nerve ending came alive as you watched his large hands coming up and unclasping the fasten behind his mask. The cold façade fell away and you felt pin pricks of both dread and wonder overtake you.

The masked killer-unmasked.

And remarkably, if not tragically, handsome beyond your comprehension.

Those same dark eyes that gobbled up any light in the room, curtained by long strands of dark hair. Mussed from the mask, and his previous explorations of your body.

A small mole rested under one eye, well shaped nose and perfectly carved smile adorned by pink lips. His jaw was severe but softened by the rest of his features when he smiled.

It set your whole being on edge. Looking at him, the man you'd been talking to for months. Who'd been taunting you at every turn.

Who'd killed people.

"Do you prefer the mask, Detective?"

You swallowed thickly at the insinuated repercussions of having seen his face. Knowing you could pick him out of a lineup easily. You'd never be able to forget that face.

Terminally Handsome.

He smirked at you, as if reading your thoughts. Grip tightening on the knife and drawing it in lazy circles and arcs over your skin once more.

Pressing deeply just under your ribcage, a rivulet of blood being drawn to the surface as you sucked in a ragged gasp.

The pain mixed with excitement as you felt yourself dampen again just watching him.

"Let's remove this, shall we?" He nodded to your bustier that was beginning to feel very tight and hot against your body.

You felt the blade slip under the center point where it laced up corset style and watched as each ribbon gave way to the sharpened metal slicing its way upwards.

You felt like your chest could finally expand and take in oxygen once he reached forward tearing the offending fabric away from you. It even took your hazy brain to register that now you lay completely exposed to the monster before you.

Monster...or man. You couldn't decide at the moment.

The blade tip circled one nipple then the other, your body betrayed you in every sense of the word as you groaned at the cool sensation. The tight bud responding eagerly to his ministrations.

There was no mask hiding his expressions now. Amusement and darkening shadows of lust.

"I can tell you're enjoying this as much as me." He leaned in close and whispered, licking the shell of your ear. Then placing a heated kiss to your neck before working his way downard.

Taking your nipple into his hot mouth and sucking enough for your eyes to roll back and hips rise up in need. He then turned his attention to the other breast. Tongue stroking you as you felt the knife pressed to the other side keeping you in place.

"Please." You wanted to cringe away from how helpless you felt as the word escaped your lips. Not helpless asking to be let go, but helpless-begging for more.

At that the gorgeous man above you's eyes rose to catch your powerless gaze. You knew this entire time, for months, you'd never been the one in charge. It had always been him. And you fell for it- hook, line and sinker.

"Billy."

"How do I know that's not a fake name?" You ventured, crying out when his mouth tortured you again.

"Does it matter?" No. Nothing mattered at this moment. Your world had shrunk and it was just you and him. You and Billy.

"No. It doesn't." He seemed to like that. Continuing his assault on your body until you couldn't tell where your body ended and his began.

Dizzy from pleasure and wanting, no, needing more. You could feel his arousal pressed into your thigh as he hovered over you kissing and marking up your shoulder.

"Billy I-"

"Shhhhh." The cool press of the blade against your lips. "I know."

And damn him, he did. You couldn't control how your body reacted as you watched him slowly unbuckle his belt, black pants dropping to the floor around his ankles.

His pupils blown wide, moving towards you, no longer a man. A killer stalking his prey. He moved in near silence until he was hovering over you.

His lips were on yours again, demanding, controlling, guiding every movement and you followed him like a lost puppy. Biting his bottom lip before he could pull away, drawing a drop of blood to fall between you two.

He pulled back, fingers tentatively touching the small wound. The look he gave you next was feral. No humanity left in it. Only terrible delight and amusement.

You felt him pressing at your entrance, hot and hard. Your knees fell apart further and you heard him chuckle into your chest as he drove home.

It was truly criminal how good it felt, how right it felt. You were turned on and disgusted by yourself all at once, but soon that little voice telling you to hold back was drowned out by each push of his hips against yours.

You wanted to hold onto him, to run your fingers through his hair to claw at his back but all your wrists could do was press against the metal holding you back. Bruises rubbing into your skin.

He struck something deep inside you and you muffled a cry into his shoulder. Building higher and higher, soaring above you body with each movement.

You could feel him getting closer too, a shift of his hips catching just the right angle and your toes curled.

"Scream for me, Detective. Like you've been wanting to all these months."

His pace picked up, Billy groaning and the sounds of your bodies coming together again and again and again.

Your body couldn't take it anymore, fucked into oblivion. Your body clenched then released, fireworks filling your vision and spikes of pleasure drove through ever cell of your body.

"Billy!" You screamed as loud as you could, the clanging of your wrists and feet fighting their confines as your back arched into him.

At the sound of you coming again he drove in deeper than he had before and followed you over the precipice. Groaning loud as his fingers dug into your hips.

He whispered your name into your ear as he came, punctuating it with a final crush of hip hips against yours. The sound of your full name on his lips made your head hazy.

You felt a sharp prick on your side and the room around you began to swim. You could feel his fingers caressing the side of your face.

"This has been very nice Detective. I look forward to doing it again sometime." He placed a passionate kiss to your lips before giving you a soft almost tender kiss to your forehead. "Sweet Dreams." Then the room went dark.

You didn't know how long it'd been but you blinked eyes squinting at the bright light overhead. You were in a hospital, sounds of people milling about made you turn your head to the side.

"Detective!" On of your colleagues exclaimed, jumping up from her seat. " You're awake!"

"What happened?"

"We found you in the club...Tied to a table. But wearing different clothing than you'd been wearing before going inside." she gulped. "We saw the torn fragments of dress though."

So he'd been a gentleman and dressed you before leaving.

"Have you found him?" Her eyes fell to her clasped hands before shaking her head.

"No not yet but we will." Her phone beeped and she gave a baleful smile before pausing to walk out and take the call.

When you turned over onto your other side on the side table you noticed a large bouquet of flowers. A note placed in the center with a heart drawn on it.

You scrambled to open the card.

"Thank you for the amazing night, Detective. Until next time."

[yurisorcerer]

Holy shit that was fucking incredible.

Warning: major hyped-up ramble session below.

The scheduling of the concert being switched around gives TogeToge a leg up to hopefully make an even bigger first impression at their first festival. Things seem to be going well for them, for once! Let's see if that lasts.

In the leadup to the festival, with Nina and Momoka actually doing pretty much fine for once, the show refocuses on its other three characters for a little while, spotlighting Subaru and how she's still hiding her involvement with the band from her overbearing grandmother, and then moving over to Tomo and Rupa, whose relationship---played to a tasteful tee, neither over- or under-explained---provides a source of strength for the both of them in the face of the loss of their respective families. Physically in Rupa's case, emotionally in Tomo's. Subaru seemingly resolves things with her grandma later in the episode, but Tomo and Rupa's issues aren't so easily packed away. I wouldn't be surprised if the show touches on them one more time before it ends.

Oh hey, Mine's back!

In general the atmosphere of the pre-show buildup reminds me a bit of the pre-concert scenes from Oshi no Ko, although in that show there's a different and more cynical context at play to the upbeat, nervy anticipation on display here.

Oh my god, it's the punk girl from episode one. (Kyouko, apparently.) There feels like a bit of symbolism in how even she's a fan of TogeToge now.

Momoka taking them all to the big main stage to see Diamond Dust play before their own show is gutsy. And at that, we get our rewind all the way back to Nina's confrontation with DD's current lead singer when they were both students. And, as has been previously implied a few times, friends! We still don't precisely know what their falling out was about, as Pink's remark to Nina where she tells her to stop "playing the tragic heroine" are awfully vague. Regardless, DD's performance itself is pretty good, although one gets the sense they're sort of being set up to fail here from a meta perspective. Their little show of rivalry here is admirable, but they aren't the band we've been following this entire time. (And while they sound fine, if we're being honest, they'd be rinsed not just by TogeToge but by most protagonist girl bands from these sorts of anime. Then again, maybe this is the intended reaction, and we're supposed to be feeling some amount of fannish partisanship.)

Rupa's just here for the drama as usual, what a queen.

During the sound check Subaru plays a pretty nice little break beat, and Rupa gets to show off her bass licks.

TogeToge also unveil their new looks here and all of them look genuinely fucking fantastic. Rupa's weird military uniform thing with the goggles, Subaru's pinstriped suit(?!), Nina's underdye and badass long shirt, Tomo's almost pixellated-looking hair bow accessory, Momoka's arm bands. Honestly just a killer visual presentation both in- and out-of-universe.

When the time comes to take the stage, they absolutely kill it. At the end of the day, this is an anime, so of course, Girls Band Cry deploys absolutely every single visual trick it can think of to really sell the performance that serves as the climax of this episode. "Void & Catharsis", the song they play, is a, if you'll pardon the pun, rock solid alternative number with a surprisingly heavy low-end that serves as a bed for Nina's incisive, comet-like vocals. (Also it has what I'm pretty sure is a breakdown??? I'm not a heavy metal expert, but what the fuck.) The show spins out into full music video mode here, taking a page from the otherwise very different Love Live series, as the stage blends into a blurry stitching-together of idealized, crystalized memories; defiance, lies, love, loss. It is perhaps the single most arresting moment in a music anime to air this year. I ended up replaying the entire thing from the start of the song onward, twice. I can't help myself; TogeToge have charisma. Every single one of them sheds tears during their part of the music video, making this episode something of a sideways title-drop.

The single most compelling visual element though has nothing to do with all the crazy camera tricks, overlays, flashbacks, anything like that, though. It's Nina herself. In what I can only describe as an absolute triumph of CGI in anime as a form, this little sixteen year old pipsqueak comes off as a complete and total superstar. She stomps angrily from one end of the stage to the other with her long shirt drooping and billowing dramatically, she grips her head in anger as she sings like the words are being physically ripped out of her throat, she headbangs, she pumps her fist and spins around to egg her own band on, she glares at the audience like she's trying to kill them---maybe Diamond Dust specifically, who are also watching---with her mind, she does weird shit with her hands and gestures around like a rapper. It's mesmerizing. Clearly the result of a ton of love not just for animation as an art form but for concerts as a form of performance. The entire thing is just end to end nuts, and this moment, regardless of what came before it or comes after it, completely validates Girls Band Cry as an artistic endeavor. If the entire rest of the show were to somehow go missing, removed from reality with a surgeon's knife, this performance alone would make the undeniable case that it deserved to exist.

Nina isn't even my favorite *character* in this show. But good god she's great here. I'm just honestly stunned.

As for GBC itself, there is only one real problem. There are still two episodes of this anime left. It's possible I'm just sitting in a sort of concertgoers' afterglow at the moment, but I kind of can't imagine what else the show could really do from here. How do you top that?

Nonetheless, Girls Band Cry wants to try, and that ambition is admirable.

[michelleleewise]

Eternity

Pairing: Vampire Loki x vampire reader × Bucky

Warnings: all the smut, smut with plot(totally got away from me lol), M/M smut, oral (m recieving) hand job, smoking, mentions of alcohol, swearing, one night stand, hair pulling, minor mentions of blood, I thiiiink that's it (I'm really sorry if I missed anything!)

Summary: James tries to forget while Loki takes you under his wing....

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

Part Seven--Part Eight-

James leaned on the wall puffing his cigarette looking out at the dance floor. He hadn't seen Loki since that night at the mansion and honestly he was grateful. If he could be replaced so easily then maybe it was time for him to move on. The bass vibrated the floor as he glanced around for someone to take his mind off of everything for the night when he spotted him. Tall, short blonde hair, a broad muscular chest wrapped in a tight white t-shirt....the opposite of Loki. "He'll do." He said to himself throwing his cigarette down he made his way to the dancefloor.

He came up behind the man, tapping him on the shoulder when he turned smiling "hey." The man said. He had to admit he had a killer smile. "Hey, wanna go somewhere?" James asked looking around. He watched the man look him up and down "sure, where to handsome?" He asked smiling again. "Follow me." James said weaving through the crowd heading for the back of the club. He guided the man to a long dark hallway by the exit, turning around pushing him against the wall "don't you wanna know my name?" The man asked smiling "no, I don't." James said pressing his chest against him he ran his fingers through the man's hair gripping it pressing his lips to his.

He felt the man's arm wrap around his back, sliding down to grip his ass pulling his hips to him, his tongue sliding past James's lips hearing him moan. James slid his hands down his broad chest, leaning back the man's lips followed him, latching onto his neck as he unbuckled his belt. "Mmm..God your hot." The man said sucking on the skin beneath his ear. "Stop talking blondie." James panted pulling the man's belt loose unbuttoning his pants. He pressed the man back, kneeling down in front of him pulling his pants down enough to free his cock. He looked up at the man seeing his pupils blown, panting hard as he licked him from base to tip before taking him all in, feeling him hit the back of his throat.

"Aahh fuck..." the man groaned, lacing his fingers through James's hair pulling his head back before pushing back in. James closed his eyes, trying to block everything out as he hollowed his cheeks sucking hard as he pulled his head back. "Mm just like that baby..." the man breathed above him, increasing his pace he felt him twitch in his mouth. He reached up grabbing the man's thighs as he took him all in, holding him there as he spilled down his throat moaning. James pulled off with a pop, standing up seeing the man's eyes closed head tilted back against the wall "God your good at that." He panted smiling again.

James lit another cigarette while the man put himself back together "don't you want me to return the favor?" He asked buckling his belt. "Nah I'm good, see ya around blondie." James said winking as he walked back towards the dance floor. He walked up to the bar ordering a shot grabbing his jacket. He downed it wincing at the burn in his throat as he threw a few bucks on the bar walking to the door. The cool night air washed over him as he walked to where he was staying. He looked around before ducking into the trees sighing as he made it to the small clearing his stuff was in. He grabbed some kindling, starting a small fire as he leaned back on a fallen tree. He tilted his head up looking at the stars wondering what Loki was doing when a dark figure leaned over him "mortals..." he growled as James tried to jump up, feeling a sharp pain in his head when everything went dark...

Loki opened the door ushering you inside "Alright, find us a table darling and I will order drinks." He said seeing you nod. He walked over to the bar, looking around at the dancefloor hoping to see a certain brunette. He sighed looking down, he'd been looking for James for two nights and so far came up empty. Movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention, seeing a tall muscular blonde man walk out from the hallway running a hand through his short hair. Loki could sense his heart racing making him lick his lips.

The man walked up to the bar waving at the bartender when he looked over at Loki "Well hello tall dark and mysterious, what brings you here?" The man asked smiling. "Just seeing what kind of trouble we can get into." Loki said grabbing his drinks "Oh, we?" The man asked as Loki nodded to you as the man looked over at you. He looked back at Loki smiling "Mm she's hot." The man said looking Loki up and down "would you care to join us?" Loki asked smiling back. "Let me grab a drink and I'll be right there." The man said running a finger down Loki's arm as he walked towards the table.

Setting the drinks down he slid into the booth next to you "the man from the bar will be over in a minute, show me what you have learned." Loki said sitting back sipping his drink. You fluffed your hair, pushing your breasts up as the man walked over "God, was he smiling like that the whole time?" You asked making Loki laugh, "actually yes." He said looking at you. "Hello beautiful." The man purred coming up to the table. You pulled your gaze from Loki to the blonde man. "Hey sexy, come sit by me?" You smirked patting the seat next to you when the man sat down. "So, what are your names?" He asked sipping his drink. "We prefer to leave that a...mystery." Loki purred from your other side.

You slid closer to the man, running your fingers across his chest "so...what brings you here?" You asked, trailing your fingers down his stomach "oh...umm...just looking for a good time." He stuttered when you dug your nails into his thigh "what a coincidence, us to." You smiled up at him seeing him shiver. You gripped the man's shoulders, lifting up to straddle him putting your thighs on either side if his. "Darling come here." You purred as Loki slid closer. "W..what are you..." the man started when you placed a finger on his lips "you said you wanted to have a good time right?" You asked kissing his cheek "so, let us show you a good time." You whispered into his ear kissing his neck.

You pulled back looking down at him as you reached for his belt "s..someone might see." The man said trying to brush your hands away. "No one's gonna see baby, it's alright." You shushed him pulling his hands away. "Darling.." you winked at Loki as he leaned up, unscrewing the light bulb above the table plunging the area into darkness. "See...all better." You purred, leaning down kissing his neck feeling his hips tilt up into you. "Mm..someone's eager." You said smiling looking at Loki seeing him smirk. You reached down unbuckleing his belt, sliding your hand down gripping his cock hearing him moan.

You reached over, lacing your fingers through Loki's hair pulling him to you pressing your lips to his. Feeling the man beneath you rock his hips with your hand the grip in Loki's hair tightened, sliding your tongue past his lips licking into his mouth "god..that's hot.." the man moaned gripping your hips. You pulled back looking at the man under you "like to watch don't ya?" You teased, stroking him faster watching him tilt his head back closing his eyes. Loki reached up, gripping the man's hair holding his head back as you leaned down sucking and kissing his neck. "God yesss....like that.." he moaned rocking his hips.

You gripped him tighter feeling him twitch in your hand "come for me...let go baby..." you breathed against his neck, licking his pulse point as your fangs came down, scraping his neck. "Aahh...gooood...." the man gritted when he came hard in your hand when you sank your fangs into his neck, sucking hard as you rode him through his high, his hips rocking with your hand. "Darling, that's enough." You barely heard Loki through your haze, continuing to drink from the man when Loki gripped your hair pulling you back "I said that's enough." He growled pulling you to him licking your lips clean. "Y..yes master.." you groaned when he released you.

You leaned down, licking the man's neck clean reaching behind you grabbing some napkins to clean your hand. You tossed them aside grabbing the man's head making him look at you "you had a good time yes?" You asked seeing him nod slowly "good, get some rest and drink lots of water ok." You said "yes ma'am." He droned not breaking eye contact. "Good boy, you have a good night." You smiled seeing him smile back. Loki slid out the other side of the booth holding his hand out "come darling, I think we've had enough fun for one night." He said as you grabbed his hand crawling off the man. Loki looked around one more time before walking you to the door letting you out.

The drive home was silent as Loki kept his eyes on the road. "A..are you mad at me?" You asked looking down. Hearing him clear his throat "no, I am not mad, but you must be more careful." He said sterntly glancing over at you. He sighed looking back at the road "You are a fledgling, inexperienced. Had I not stopped you you would have drained him." He said running a hand through his hair. "I'm sorry master. I'll be more careful." You said looking out the window when you felt him grab your hand. "It's fine darling, you will catch on." He said squeezing your hand.

He pulled into the driveway stepping out of the car Loki walked around holding his arm out guiding you up the steps when he froze "Loki..what is it?" You asked looking up at him seeing his eyes wide. Following his gaze you looked at the front door, a large dagger sticking out of it holding a piece of paper. "Umm...what..." you started when Loki drug you up the steps pulling the dagger from the door. "Inside...now." He growled opening the door. You quickly walked past him as he looked out into the night before coming in slamming the door. "Loki, what's wrong?" You asked pulling your coat off. Not answering he walked into the living room opening the paper.

You hung up your coat following him seeing him stand in front of the fireplace "loki..." you trailed off when he threw the dagger lodging into the wall "Fuck!" He yelled throwing the paper into the fire, sitting down in his chair holding his head in his hands. You slowly walked over, fidgeting with your hands coming to stand in front of him. "I thought I could do it..." he mumbled sighing "do what?" You asked watching him "I thought I made it this time." He said looking up at you. "Darling, there is something I need to do, I need you to stay here ok?" He asked grabbing your hand. "No loki, I'm coming with you." You said as he quickly stood "no! You will stay here do you understand? I cannot let him find you." He said sternly walking to the stairs.

"Who?..Loki what.." you started when he turned around "you will do as I say and stay here." He growled "y..yes master." You said looking down. You stayed in the living room while he went upstairs looking at the dagger in the wall. The blade was silver with what looked like an emerald embedded in it, the hilt was two snakes wrapped around eachother, the heads splitting at the blade. "Darling..." Loki called out getting your attention, you turned seeing him covered head to toe in dark green leather, long pieces of gold armor covering his shoulders and forearms down to his hands, black and green leather weaved across his chest holding another piece of armor. You were entranced as he fastened a strap across his chest looking up at you.

He walked over pulling the dagger from the wall slipping into a sheath on his belt. "If something happens, go into my room there is a safe in the floor under the bed." He said grabbing your hands "I have written the combination down on the nightstand, if I am not back before dawn take the money and leave." He said kissing your hands. "Loki no, I won't..." you stared feeling your eyes burn "you must! I will not be able to protect you, you must run. Swear to me." He said sternly gripping your hands. "Loki.." you trailed off "swear it!" He said louder making you jump "i..I swear." You said looking into his eyes. "Good girl." He said kissing your forehead heading for the door.

He opened it looking back at you "i..I love you." You said seeing him smile "remember what I taught you." He said as he walked out closing the door. You sat in his chair feeling a tear stream down your cheek. You wanted to help but had no idea how to. You ran a hand through your hair looking at the fire seeing a piece of the paper hadn't burned. You dove to your knees grabbing it seeing an address written on it you jumped up running upstairs you burst into your room, quickly changing your clothes opting for dark jeans and a black sweater. You pulled your phone out inputting the address as you ran downstairs "I'm coming Loki." You said opening the door running into the night.

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[ghoastixx]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do a poly Bill and Ted with a male reader who's a bassist? Maybe they have the reader join their band? I barely see Bill and Ted x male reader fanfics and I need more (I saw your Bill and Ted x male reader fanfic and I love it sm :))

Poly Bill and Ted x male bassist reader

AN:Hello sweetheart!!! I’m so happy to have an ask, it’s been a hot minute. I would absolutely LOVE to write this for you!!!!! I’m so glad to get feedback on my other writings, I’m so glad that you liked my other one! And I agree 100% that there aren’t enough Bill and Ted x male reader fics. I’d be more than happy to supply them to you :))))

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Wether or wether not the boys knew you were a bassist before you guys started talking is definitely questionable

So we will run through the statistics.

The boys knew you were a bassist before you guys got together

There’s not much to do around during the summer since everything gets boring pretty quickly in San Demas.

The boys gathered enough money by working their shitty- half assed- part time jobs to go to a little local ‘bar.’

It wasn’t really a bar, more just a dinner theater type thing for the locals to fuck around in

Literally and figuratively

“Hey Ted,”

“Yes Bill?”

“Do we know them?” Bill asked, pointing to the stage where some guy was setting up his equipment.

“Isn’t he in our science class?”

They both seemed to look at each other, sharing a brain cell.

“Well what is he doing here?” They both seemed to think. They didn’t seem to think much of anything until someone started shredding on stage. They turned around to see who the killer was, and low and behold, they saw you.

“Wow-“

“They’re good.”

“We need them in the band.”

“We need them in the band.”

They both cornered you after the show.

“Hey dude, we think it would be killer if you’d join our band,”

“It would be totally excellent!”

Of course you’d join, what else would you have left to lose?

Of course, you guys got closer, and eventually started dating.

2. They didn’t know at all

You were watching them during their band practice one day, they considered it a “date.”

You kept watching as they picked the wrong strings, and argued with each other while they played.

Eventually having enough, you step in. You snatch the bass out of the ones hand and show them how it’s done

Needless to say, they are absolutely floored

Excuse me y/n????? Why’d you never mention this before????

Immediately apart of the band

No questions asked

They make you play more

Like oh my god look at how cool our s/o is?????

If you played your own gigs, they would be your number one fans.

They’d go to all of your shows if you let them in for free

They’d brag to EVERYBODY about you.

“This is our totally excellent babe Y/n”

“He’s stellar on the bass, you should listen sometime.”

They’d shout you out in the films they make of their practices.

“Filmed by the excellent babe, and the most triumphant bassist Y/n”

They love you so much.

Please validate them.

They need it.

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My inbox is always open!

-Ghoastix

[scover-va]

I need to know more about Michael's mom... Is she a cool mom?

SHE IS A VERY COOL MOM janet afton you will always be famous. to me

Im taking this as a chance to finally ramble abt her anyways so Janet's core inspo when designing her was to avoid 2 key things. Don't make her like Immortal & Th Restless's Clara (due to clara representing michael, not mrs afton, so i wanted to avoid that), and don't base her too heavily off of Ballora. I still have ties to Ballora's character (a music-based theme, blue-centric colour palette, im sure there were more basic ideas but everything else is more hc than themes to keep up) due to my hc thingy of each Funtime having ties to William's wife + kids, but yknow.

But yeah. Funky lady who played bass guitar + did backup vocals in a band during her high school and college years. Literally her and William dating can be summed up by "Seriously, what do you see in that guy?!" "He makes me laugh." bc she was and is WAY out of his goddamn league. Not just bc of the whole serial killer thing he was just an even bigger loser in college. Normal people dont develop a crush on a woman after she nearly breaks your nose and makes you bleed, William /j

But yeah uhh. I also dont like the idea of her being absent or neglectful purely because I got way too attached to her (i was originally gonna do that just to make things easy for myself but. Pretty lady,,, I am a very simple lesbian what can i say) so like. She obviously wasnt the greatest, most fantastic mom to ever exist given she was kinda maybe sorta well aware William was making some weird fucking clowns, but like. Hey. She tried. Also side note my reasoning for her being absent during the whole. Yknow. '83 event (and just evan's bday in general) is bc Evan + Elizabeth are twins and Elizabeth demanded a girls-only trip for her bday, and Janet promised Evan she'd do something just as special for him when she got back. That never happened bc he died lmao loser /j

But yeah uhh. Shes got a lot of regrets. Wishes she coulda done a lot of things better. Kinda dies with those regrets. Ive seen people say that one of fnaf's charms is that no character is 100% good and i LOVE that, and wanted to keep it up with Janet. Good mom and overall a good person, however made some bad decisions along the way and whatnot.

Im still working out specifics (ive been slowly working on a lil private fic abt her and william meeting + their early relationship) but uhhh. Minor notes that dont get their own paragraphs is that William sampled her voice for Ballora so yay easy voice claim, she had an on and off relationship with her band's lead singer (her name's Bev), her birth name is actually Janice Schmidt but if you call her Janice she'll knock at least 2 of ur teeth out, she's a runaway teen and got adopted by this older couple bc her home life kinda sucked (idk specifics yet), and also girlie has an extensive criminal record of minor angsty teen type charges. Also teen Mike dying his hair and then 2020's Michael's hairstyle are both kinda references to Janet's hair because he wnated to look less like his father. Thats all ty. No read more bc you WILL look at my mrs afton post, boy /j

Actually no theres more that im remembering as i write the tags and edit a few details. Back to her and William because god im insane about them. So for starters it. Well i was gonna say Janet was def the first to flirt but i think William definitely developed a crush first and they only kept talking bc of said crush so its kinda up for debate. Anyways yeah at first it was a HUGE sorta like "Well he's funny especially when I fluster him so this can be just a fun lil thing" but because they chatted more they def kinda like. Clicked more. William was a huge fan of listening to her music (from. a distance. he looked kinda like a creep but at least janet only misinterpreted it once) but like *specifically* janet he didnt give a fucking shit abt the rest of the band. Uhh. They had their first run-in and janet kinda. Well. Punched him in the nose before he cleared up that he is NOT a pervert or anything weird like that (bc a guy that looks older than he is staring from a distance when there is a clear crowd he could join kinda gave janet the Wrong idea), then they later bumped into each other in the hall and chatted for a bit, then they kinda just kept "accidentally" running into one another. Uhhh. Some cigaerette-themed flirting and a house party later, yay dating :] can you tell where the current cut-off of the fic is /j Also idk how to put this down properly but they are both runaways and can kinda. Get that vibe from one another. Literally Michael is like some fucked up abomination of the both of them between the troubled past + weird situationship thing + runaway stuff + a lot of minor details that arent important rn. I just. Yeah Janet means the world to me go thru her tag on my blog for some art. Not all of my janet art is posted but the non-posted stuff is all concept work/doodles or just. Shit im too embarrassed to post lmao. Anyways NOW im done ty for reading

[kirk-says-wah]

Helloooooo, may I have a request please 🥹

In real life, James and Lars went to the whisky to check out the band Trauma to get Cliff to join them. Could I get the same scenario but instead I want a shy James trying to ask Ciff out on a date. Please and thanks.

This was so cute! Thank you for the ask and sorry for the wait 🧡

You can also read it on ao3 here

They only need to hear one song to know Cliff is the bassist for them.

He’s playing some killer bass lines, head banging hard, flared denim draped over his legs.

James can only stand kind of awestruck at the sight of him. He’s never felt so… well, turned on watching someone finger a guitar before, so much so that it has him flushing all the way up to his cheekbones.

By the time the sets done he’s a gooey mess, the sight of Cliff’s wide smile making him practically swoon.

It’s fucking pathetic.

“So what did you think?” Lars says, and James just shrugs, not willing to trust his voice quite yet. He sways from foot to foot, and Lars squints at him.

“What’s up with you?”

James clears his throat, looks away.

“Nothing.”

“Right.”

Lars is obviously skeptical, and James just hopes the lighting stays dark so he can keep hiding his boner.

Lars practically drags him backstage then, winding between people until they find the guy they’re looking for, the bassist tucked away in the dressing room with a joint and a case of beer.

“You were fucking awesome, dude,” Lars says, and Cliff laughs.

“Thanks, man.”

Lars looks over at James then, probably hoping for him to ask Cliff into their band, but all thoughts have died in James’s head and he stands there like a fish on dry land, feeling awkward as fuck.

Lars pulls a face at him but doesn’t comment.

“So d’you wanna join our band? We’re looking for a new bassist. Getting ready to record an album and shit,” Lars says.

Cliff leans back in his chair a little, eyes flicking between the two of them before his gaze strays a little lower and James wants to fucking die. Fucking boner. Fucking tight jeans.

Cliff just smirks at him, taking a drag. James feels like a deer caught in the headlights. It takes everything in him not to run there and then.

Especially when Cliff gives a little breathy laugh, and James can’t help help but think he’s fucking cute. Because he is. Sue him.

“Alright. I’ll think about it,” Cliff says, and Lars nods, passing him a slip of paper with his number on it.

“Let us know,” Lars says before tugging on James’s wrist to lead him back out.

Only, James is stopped by a hand reaching out to grab his own.

“You okay?”

James feels the heat rise, and his cheeks go pink.

He stutters, but finally manages to say “I was er.. wondering if you um.. wanted to like.. um.. get a drink or something.”

He scratches at his neck, eyes glued to the floor. He feels pathetic.

But then Cliff’s fingers squeeze around his own, and he looks up to see a a genuine smile on Cliff’s face.

“I’d love that.”

James can’t help the grin that morphs his lips, but then there’s a tug on his other arm and Lars is dragging him away before anything else can be said.

After a moment, Lars has managed to filter them out of the crowd and into the parking lot, pressing a beer in James’s hand from god knows where as they try and find the truck.

James feels like he walking on pure adrenaline, the sight of Cliff’s smile and perfect lips branded into his skull.

“You okay, loverboy?” Lars says as they get in the truck.

James blushes slightly but covers it up by giving him the finger.

“Fuck you.”

Lars laughs.

[eyes-of-rock]

Why does love have to change?

Chapter: II

Jack Blades X OC

A/N: Enjoy the second chapter! Please feel free to comment and whatnot!

Ren’s POV

I take a deep breath as I push open the dressing room doors. This is the first time I've seen Gunnar since we broke up. This will pretty much determine the tone of this whole tour. I pray it's civil and not too awkward.

“Hey boys,” I say as I walk in, of course in Swedish since it's our native language. Even if we’re probably going to have to speak lots of English throughout this tour, we don't need to each other when others aren't around.

“Hey, Ren!”

Jan our keyboardist is the first to speak up. He's over by one of the mirrors getting the final touches on his perfect black teased hair from our stylist. Jan is our resident play boy. He might be the keyboardist and there for lowest rank to the groupies on most cases, but not in our band. He's the #1 groupie magnet. Mostly because he's the typical pretty boy. Aside from Gunnar, though now that he's single that might change Alex.

I look around the room at everyone else. Alex the other guitarist, our lead player since Gunnar also sings, is doing his own warm-ups on his bright green guitar. He's the silent but powerful type. He's a killer player but he's not much of a talker, when he does open his mouth it's usually something important though. He's also the one aside from me keeping everyone from getting too out of hand.

Mick our drummer is hitting his drumsticks on the edge of the table while trying to chat up one of the girls in our makeup department. He's the embodiment of Sex, Drugs and rock n roll. He's what you think of when you think Rockstar. He's here for a good time not a long one. He can also sweet-talk his way out of any trouble. It's honestly impressive.

Then there is Gunnar. I'm scared to look at him. I don't know what it's like between us anymore. He's sitting next to Jan, getting his eyeliner on. He's the frontman man and in typical frontman fashion, he's also a pretty boy. He's really a golden boy. Perfect in every way. From his long fluffy golden hair to his nice guy personality. He's every girl's dream just not mine.

He looks at me through the mirror and eyes meet. He smiles and says, “Welcome Ren.”

“Hi, Gunnar,” I say back taking a seat next to Alex. Look at us keeping things civil so far thank god. It's still weird though. I don't know how to feel anymore about him. I haven't loved him in ages but kept pretending I did. Now I don't even know how I feel about him. I don't think we can be friends, I know we can't. Now we’re just bandmates and it's going to take a lot of adjusting too and I know it. So for now it's just slightly awkward, but at least it's civil.

“Here’s your bass Ren.” my tech Johnny says walking in with my dark purple bass.

“Thanks, Johnny,” I say taking it from him, so I can warm up on it a bit before the show. I got ready back at the hotel. I prefer to do it alone if I can. That way I can warm up before a show.

I look down at the small coffee table in front of me. On it is a flyer for the show. It has the Night Ranger logo on it with the date and location, along with our logo then a picture of both the bands.

I look at the photo of Night Ranger. They are all wearing ridiculous brightly coloured clothes and spandex. I look over the band till I hit the one in the middle, Jack Blades. He's the bassist and singer of the band. I've seen him millions of times on the cover of The Midnight Madness tape.

Yet it hits me for the first time. I fucking met him yesterday and didn't even realize it! He came up to me and asked if I needed help with directions. I didn't even recognize him, and the fucking tape with his photo on it was sitting right next to me!

His asking me about if I was going to the concert makes a lot more sense now. I figured it was most likely because I was wearing a Savage Seduction shirt and listening to Night Ranger, now I know it was also because he was in the band! He must have thought I was really stupid, especially since the tape was in full view.

Thank fucking god he didn't recognize me. This isn't going to be easy to live down when I do meet him shortly. Might as well get ahead of it with my own band.

“I fucking met him!” I exclaim pointing to Jack on the flyer. “I met him and didn't even realize it was him.”

“When?” Alex asks intrigued.

“Yesterday. The worst part was I was listening to his band.” I confess putting my head in my hands.

“Oh, ren you aren't living that one down.” Mick laughs, patting me on the back.

“I fucking know.” I sigh, let's just hope Jack is nice about it all and isn't like these assholes.

Luckily someone knocks on the door taking away the focus from my fuck up before they can all razz me too badly.

“Come in!” Gunnar yells, this time in English since it could be anyone.

The opens and in comes Night Ranger themselves, Jack included of course. The man I couldn't recognize for some fucking reason yesterday. I can sure recognize him now.

He meets my gaze with his beautiful hazel eyes. He smiles at me, then comes over to talk. Ah fuck. He so recognizes me. Shit.

“Didn't we meet yesterday?” Jack asks me, more to start the conversation than anything. I can tell he recognizes me.

“Yes,” I tell him. “I'm the dumbass who was listening to your music but didn't recognize you.”

“I figured it was the lack of spandex.” Jack laughs, thank god he doesn't seem bothered by this.

“I also didn't recognize you, so don't feel bad.”

“You weren't listening to my music at least.” I joke back and Jack laughs at that.

“I'm Jack.” he formally introduces himself with a smile.

“I'm Ren.” I smile back at him.

“I was hoping to see you at the show tonight Ren. So I guess I got my wish.” Jack tells me.

“Really?” I ask shocked. Me? He wanted to see me? Why?

“Yes.“ Jack confirms, “You’re a very beautiful girl, and you've got good taste clearly.”

“Thank you.” I smile at him, I am bad at taking compliments mostly because most people don't give them to me. Also in the past, I always had to deflect any male attention because I had a boyfriend. Now I'm single so I can accept it I'm just not sure how. I am flattered though.

“Well, you'll be seeing me at all the shows on this tour.”

“I look forward to it.” He says, with a genuine smile.

“I look forward to seeing you too,” I tell him and I mean it wholeheartedly. I'm not sure what's happening here but I'm against it. I'm sure nothing more than a bit of flirtation with the rock chick, but I'll take it.

It's not like I can pursue it anyway. I did freshly break up with Gunnar. The only relationship I've ever had. I'm still recovering and figuring myself out after that. Not to mention I don't want to make it weird with Gunnar. It's too soon and I know it. That doesn't mean I can't enjoy some flirting and I would like to get to know Jack better.

Well this tour is already taking a turn I didn't expect and I'm not against it. Let's hope it keeps going in this direction.

[besidesitstoowarm]

"The Parting of the Ways" thoughts

[BASS BOOSTED] AND SO WAS I!!!

and thus we say goodbye to our friend and lover, christopher eccleston, never to return. i'll write a longer separate season retrospective but suffice to say i'll miss him dearly and wish we had more time with him. i'd trade all of seasons 2 and 9 for a few more stories with eccleston

so this is like, iconic doctor who material. not as flashy as i remembered, mostly tense, lying in wait for salvation that might never be coming (and never will). i totally forgot about the god-emperor and for some reason remembered this being davros (i forgot a lot about this story. i might be stupid.) watching this finale reminded me of watching s10 when it aired and thinking "fucking capaldi, strutting his stuff and flexing just when he's on his way out" like fucking eccleston. flexing hardcore JUST in his last ever story. he was amazing all season but "doesn't it just burn when you face me" god he's manic

the god-emperor gathering "the prisoners, the refugees, the dispossessed" for centuries to "pulp and sift" their bodies is like, profoundly disturbing and fascinating as a concept. one cell in a billion worth anything. i would love to know what that looked like. did they convert people, or steal them? murder them and use their meat, or torture them? it's serial killer logic, take the people who won't be missed. i would read a novel about that, idk if any have been written. they blow past that line pretty quick (and we get more dalek-human hybrid stuff later in the show) but wow what a concept. my favorite thing in any story is the "underdeveloped concept" i will pick at it like a loose sweater thread until everyone around me is exhausted by me. dalek jack the rippers out here

when they head back into the tardis all swagged up and nine just leans his head against the door as soon as it closes while "exterminate" echoes outside, you can feel him flashing back to the war. such a good little soldier

kissy kissy. i somehow forgot jack kisses both of them, we love a bisexual king

do we want to take bets on when this message to rose was recorded? i personally think after "world war 3" when the doctor was really FORCED to come to terms with knowing he might be the reason rose dies, and how jackie would never forgive him. i think "emergency program one" and the idea of saving the tardis from the wrong hands is a fairly recent thing, watsonian-wise. it sounds like a post-time war thing, bc there are no more laws, no safety net

"that's the decision i have to make for every living thing" god you can tell it just WEIGHS on him. this is such an atlas story, rose is the herakles trying to carry the weight for him except here he comes back and takes the world back himself without being tricked. god

"have you tried that new pizza place on minto st" "what are they selling" "pizza" mickey and jackie are so funny i want to throw up and die. this scene made my boyfriend say out loud "rose is a bad person when it comes to mickey huh" like yeah. yeah. i like rose a lot but wow poor mickey. "there's nothing left for me here" "nothing?" "no." cold as ice

i forgot that rose tells jackie about meeting pete. great reactions from both of them, great moment. jackie showing up in the big ass truck reminds me of barbara in "the daleks" idk if that was intentional but i choose to believe, jackie gets a lot of barbara energy to me

rose kind of does to the tardis what she did to the dalek, she's just... infectious. she insists on being in the world and being a part of it, to the point of corruption. it's very doctor-lite, it's a more understated version of the arc they try to give clara later. i like it a lot, she becomes part of the story in a very literal way, more so that (i think) any companion had been up until that point. new who companions are under different rules and expectations. that's why we'll probably never get a future/alien/historical companion again except as part-timers. kind of a bummer in that sense

"i want to see you become like me" babygirl he already is. you're both each other, hanging on past the point of extinction, damaged and destroyed and monstrous. the difference is that he has friends and you have subjects. you became a god and he became a coward

"coward, any day" is a great line but also like. he MEANS that shit. this isn't just the doctor risking his own life– sacrificing himself– it's him sacrificing EVERYTHING. EVERYONE. he can't pull the lever, he can't beat the trolley problem. the daleks WILL kill everything in existence, but HE CAN'T PULL THE TRIGGER. he's a soldier, he will die in battle. he should have died already so he's ready to die now, he sacrificed EVERYTHING if it meant destroying the daleks, and he failed, and he's ready to go. he's not dying to stop them, he's dying so that he doesn't have to see what they're going to do. it's profoundly sad, profoundly selfish, and i'm not saying i blame him but i don't think we ever really see him make this kind of choice again. there's always another way out, they stop the bomb from exploding at the last second time and time again, but i don't think we ever see him just... give up like this again. it's such a uniquely NINE thing to do, it fascinates me. incredible moment, i want to inject it into my veins

and then of course we get the famous bad wolf. welcome back to the world jack. kiss kiss i've been WAITING for them to do this ALL SEASON– brief primer on regeneration and we get his last words. "so was i." finally after 13 episodes of prickly secrecy, self-loathing to the point of rage, he can admit "i did something right, i did my best, i did good" and he's earned it. you were absolutely fantastic, nine

[tiffanylamps]

for the anon character game: you remind me of jae yi with the quiet caring and your ability to understand the weirdo who just popped in your town (inbox) one day 😉 and bisma from we are lady parts because she’s super strong and offers that strength to others while being very real and honest. basically strong women who spend a lot of time being creative or introspective— smart and capable but still very human

the game

Oh anon, this is such a gorgeous compliment!! Thank you so, so much. I adore Jae Yi, but I guess I never had the self-confidence to see myself in her. I hold her in high regard, so it means a lot that you liken me to her. Jae Yi is sooo fucking smart and perspective; she can see beyond the facade and delve into who a person really is. I- yeahhh, I adore that about her. (plus she's absolutely gorgeous with great hair and a killer wardrobe! what's not to love??? PLUS she runs her own business!!!! what a woman!)

i haven't seen we are lady parts before. But I have a feeling I know who this anon is because I know of only one of my mutuals who watches that show 👀

Okay, firstly, Bisma is FUCKING HOT! So, that's a huge compliment!!! Oh my god, she's sooo pretty. SHIT! And she's a bass player??? Women who play bass are automatically hotter 🤷‍♀️ it's just fact. i don't make the rules lol I do need to give this show a watch, it looks amazing! "basically strong women who spend a lot of time being creative or introspective— smart and capable but still very human" you're going to make me cry 😭 that's some of the nicest shit anyone's ever said to me!! thank you 💛💛💛💛

i'm gonna go and weep now. thank you, this has really made my day 💛 gosh, I really needed this

[xamaxenta]

Another hair trigger thought uh drake voice ANOTHER ONE (or is it dj khaled idk anymore lmao)

Marco gets dragged out to da club with the boys and hes not designated driver for once so he can let loose and stuff but its so difficult when ten different twinks make a pass at you and you know youre like the biggest bottom bitch ever and none of these reeds look like tops

Thatch consolingly pats marco on the shoulder like wanna dance? And marco joins him on the dancefloor like sure i guess but ofc Thatch gets snapped up by some pretty boy with killer winged eyeliner off to the side, long dark hair twisted up into a bun and hes alone again

But someone steps up over glowing tile and melts through strobe light, hes tall, stands a good foot over the average population, much like Marco does, but still shorter than Marco because everyone usually is, and by the fucking gods hes just Marcos type

“Saw your buddy ditched you and figured id shoot my shot.” The stranger, hot stranger, hot stranger who is 101% marcos type speaks up and you know how some singers get a reputation from their voice alone, this is the kind of voice that should get a reputation, its bladed despite the casual tone and Marco w a n t s

“I’m Ace.” They offer above the reverb of shit mixes and Marco wonders briefly who in their right mind would name their kid Ace ??? Weird, but he doesnt have a real reason to not check this out and Ace has already stepped up into his space, feels the bass in his bones and Marco allows the hand that cautiously slides up his hip onto his waist, allows himself to he reeled in

“Dont be shy now.” Ace says and it sort of drowns out all the other sounds the other bodies moving beside them, all that matters is Ace and his hand on his hip and the steel in his eyes

Im like Ace should be wifed up

[narancias-headband]

Golden Wind - Band AU

This is a long one... Here we go!

Conductor:

Doppio/Diavolo - Sweet and excited... Until you miss the new key signature... Then he's a whole other person. Literally.

Oboe:

Giorno - The new kid. Has been thrust into the role of partial leadership over the band. Talented and quiet. Makes his own reeds.

Bassoon:

Prosciutto - Flaunts how expensive his instrument is. Very classically trained and snobby. Will glare at you if you're out of tune.

Flute:

Trish (covers piccolo when needed) - Quiet, reserved, high-maintenance flute girl. Constantly fighting with the conductor. Polishes her flute every spare second she has.

Melone - How does he see his music when his hair is always in his face? He shows up to rehearsal either looking like he's ready to hit the club or like he just rolled out of bed.

Clarinet:

Bucciarati - Outgoing and friendly. Would be happy to practice with you. Looks angry when he's playing. Lowkey happy that Giorno took over as the unofficial head of the woodwinds.

Abbacchio - Only here because Bucciarati convinced him to join. He won't help you figure out notes, fingerings, or rhythms - don't ask. Counts out loud, quietly, but you can still hear if you're close enough.

Tiziano - Loves trills too much. Hates playing low. His clarinet is probably the cleanest instrument in the whole band.

Bass Clarinet:

Cioccolata - Sorry, but I've never met a bass clarinetist that wasn't creepy. Science person who's just in the band for fun. Doesn't understand music theory. Disgusting reed.

Saxophones:

Sale (Alto) - Plays too loud, but plays the right notes. Probably the source of the squeaks in the band.

Squalo (Alto, covers Soprano if needed) - Elitist saxophonist. Thinks he should always have the melody. Misses flats.

Formaggio (Tenor) - Hate to say it, but he's the epitome of "saxophone player (derogatory)". Obnoxious. Never stops with the conductor. Thinks saxophones are the best instrument and won't shut up about it. Never practices, but somehow always knows his part.

Secco (Bari) - Hates when he has any sort of melody part. Just wants to play the bassline. Keeps his reeds moist in his water bottle that he still drinks from.

Trumpet:

Narancia - Self-taught. Killer range; he just thinks playing high is fun. Plays an old beat up trumpet with nearly all the shine worn off.

Illuso - "Trumpet player (derogatory)" type. Overly cocky. Tries to steal every solo. Plays over everyone else. He's probably the best at double tonguing, though.

French Horn:

Fugo - Reserved and sophisticated. Plays too quiet, but knows his part. Afraid to write on his music. Is the person his friend group ends up surrounding during a break.

Trombone:

Risotto - Plays bass 'bone every chance he gets. Intimidating and skilled. He's probably played the whole repertoire a few times before. Corrects the conductor.

Gelato - Old friend of Risotto's, so he always gets a call to be in the band despite poor attendance. Can growl like a god, overdoes it.

Sorbet - Chose trombone just to sit with Gelato. Always asking about slide positions. Adds in accidental glissandos a lot.

Baritone:

Ghiaccio - Plays treble clef because he never learned bass. Used to be a trumpet player, decided he'd rather be in a smaller section. Most likely to mess up and yell "Fuck!" in the middle of a rest.

Tuba:

Pesci - Shy and quiet, until he gets playing. Can and will blow you away. Takes tuning very seriously. Organizes sectionals for all the low brass/woodwinds to work on their parts together.

Percussion:

Mista - Mainly plays snare. Loves marches. Unofficial leader of the section. Loud and excited. Tends to rush.

Carne - Mainly plays bass drum/tympani. There has to be a metronome in his brain. He can keep time like no other.

Zucchero - Mainly plays mallets, marimba is his favorite. Loves to show off with pieces that require 4 mallets.

[bemylord]

dark chocolate

♧ character: toji fushiguro x fem!reader.

♧ warnings: au [omegaverse], heat, mentioned abilities and cigarettes, rough sex, hair pulling, oral, spanking, creampie, marks/hickeys, daddy kink, size kink, curse words.

♧ synopsis: his scent is dark chocolate mixed with cigarettes which maddening you. every your heat occurs distraught: sex-rest-sex. the situation is deteriorating if toji has his heat too, and it seems both you're going to have blazing heat because his scent is getting stronger.

toji is a fucking teaser: he didn't tell you that he was summoned as an experienced sorcerer killer. he knew you don't like his way to earn money, but still, you're by his side, baking him buns and please him at the night. you aren't having the toxic or abusive relationship with toji, just the thought he's killing a sorcerer somewhere far beyond a house, makes you crunch fingers. you told him you'll leave him if he won't stop doing his job, but he apologies with his tongue, and every time you forgive him.

your heat overwhelmed you spontaneously - you were baking lemon cake, specially for your lover, when your felt how the fever spread all over your body, covered every inch, and down there you felt how you became wet. your lover is gone - where the hell is he when you're needy for his pulsing dick in your dripping cunt? you turned off the oven, making small steps leading to the bedroom for his shirt.

you hate him so much right now: your heat happens every three months and it's time to have an unforgettable weekend with him. thanks to his work, he's far away from you; however, your estrus won't stop because your alfa had gone.

his fingers, his dick, you're a pathetic girl who desperately wants to smell the pungent scent of his man, feeling his throbbing dick inside your cunt, let him literally rip your uterus with his cock. you would reply: 'go ahead, fuck me that in the morning i will feel pervasive pain between my legs'

you rolled down the wall, sniffing his black shirt, remembering toji's muscular upper body, mostly abs, shines through the fabric of his clothes. his sweatpants outlining flaccid dick, although you didn't call it flaccid, but hard as rock cock.

that cock is sticks out from the fabric, those abs and biceps of his - you're dripping without your heat. his scent is dark chocolate mixed with cigarettes, especially the last one scent isn't it enough for you to become a huge mess?

'open your mouth, daddy will spit in your mouth'

who are you to disobey the simple order? your hands are tied up with his tie behind a back, you're sitting on your knees, sopping and needy for his tongue or fingers in your pussy now, but toji is teasing you until you'll be begging him.

'yes, daddy'

you opened your mouth, stick out a tongue, feeling his long fingers on your cheeks and his saliva in your mouth. you could swear to god it tastes like dark chocolate.

smelling his clothes while you've been necessitous for his dick sucks, although you've got no alternative for now, except for masturbating yourself. you reached down to pull aside the panties when you smell that scent. those forceful smells of his are overwhelming the bedroom, forcing your peachy scent to discover.

'don't you dare touch yourself, you're little whore'

you flinched, automatically removing your hand from panties. he's all wet, could bet he has been sweating since he left the house. toji is exhaling loud, probably lost his breath in the battle or while he was rushing to you. his olfactory organ could sniff out your peachy scent of heat far away from the place you're: his heat certainly took him suddenly as yours.

't-toji?'

'you know my name, peachy'

his damn it shirt silhouetting his torso, in addition, the fewer force his body to swear emits his smell became more piquant. damn his fucking handsome body and scent - if you won't have his dick, you would cry.

'daddy, please' you said almost crying, spreading apart your legs. so malleable, vulnerable, and poor for your alfa - the way you're lost in his smell makes him groaned, stood on his knees. if he has been on his first rut, he could barely control himself at the sight of your face: in your eyes are reading lust and debauchery, you're still squeezing his shirt, hoping it may helps you cum. leaning your legs on his muscular shoulders, toji left soft kisses on your ankles, unable to hold back himself, he ripped your panties, ogling at the abundance of your natural lubricant, licking his lips.

'i'm sorry, princess, i should've left you alone with your heat..' he pulls your cunt closer to his face, burying his nose in your crotch. fushigoru's sight changed to the deep and insatiable, knowing you won't fight back, completely haggard of the thoughts and desire. '..i don't think i'll go easy on you' he stood up with you on his shoulders, throwing you on the bed.

'you know how much daddy adores when you squirt on his face, baby girl, so don't hold back'

his-fucking-long-tongue. the tip of the tongue is playing with the clit whilst fingers are running over your hips. he's trying his best to prepare you for the fat cock, not ripping your cunt as it was the last time. toji's amorous attitude towards your clit and pussy, making you squeeze the sheet with your little fists, arching the back, getting lost in the pleasure. your eyes are rolling from the delight he puts you in, not be able to regulate your vocal and orgasm, you gave him what he has been asking for with an oblong moan.

'not enough, princess, give me your juices'

new orgasm is building up again, thanks to his masterpiece tongue - he plays with a sensitive spot and licking your entrance, switching the pace from the sluggish to the aggressive, makes you twitch and squirm over the bed. being soft for toji is something new - he would rather fuck you 'till you're verbatim screaming the safe word and begging to have a rest.

'give that, slut!' sorcerer screamed, burying his mouth deeper in your crotch, eating you out. his scent, his low voice, his tongue and fingers, his probably throbbing cock that wants to feel your cunt it all makes do his order, not even trying to delay it: you abundantly squirt on his face, watching at him. he licked lips, taking off his clothes. your legs are shaking, but the excitation didn't quench, conversely, the desire to feel his thick cock is growing.

'look down at my cock, aren't you being needy for it?'

the head is red because of blood that is there since the battle or since he started to lick you? toji's smears the precum on the tip of the cock, getting a contraceptive out of nowhere, putting on protection, pulls his ankles on his shoulder, leading closer to your face. he kisses you deeply, using a tongue to play with yours, mingling your saliva together, biting your lower lip. you're burying hands into his black hair, ruffling and pulling back, whimpering into the kiss. he presses the head at your entrance, biting your neck. notwithstanding he has been preparing you, his cock is large for you.

'your so tight, slut' with an unexpected move, he put his dick inside your uterus, burying it in, staring at your precious face. evidently, you didn't expect he would pull it inside quickly; your eyes widened, exhaling a whimper. toji couldn't persist, but embed a tongue in your mouth. he placed both of his hands between your head, detached from you, to ogle from the top at your ahegao. clapping and squishy are filling the room - his balls slapping against your ass making such sounds.

'kitten, fuck-' his low voice with echo distributed over the room, tilting his head back, accelerating the pace. 'i'm gonna slap your ass five times and will cum on my dick, got it, slut?'

praising and degrading you, squeezing the sheet with those strong palms, attempting to delay the orgasm until you do a creampie. 'one' sonorous sound made you squirm, but his hands give you none possibility of slipping away from flogging. 'two' toji's sturdy palm smack the same butt cheek, looking into your eyes. you're avoiding catching his sight, because, fuck, one look at his wet and gorgeous face and you will cum immediately. 'three, baby girl' you lost in the pain and delight, eyes closed tight, waiting for the last slap to give a creampie.

'fuck, four' he growled in your ear, increasing the tempo. the concupiscent and desire are managing him - he licked your neck first, before bite through your soft skin on neck, mixing your scent together, giving you a label for other boys. it's screaming - she's mine, fuck off, bastards.

'god, i'm cumming, princess, cum with me, cum with me!' toji's bass voice in conjunction with his thick cock released a creampie, finishing inside the condom. as soon as his hot semen was in the contraceptive, he pulled his cock out of your wet pussy, throw it at the basket near the bed.

'come closer, princess'

toji laid down on the pillows, pull you on his chest, rubbing your back softly, kissing your hair. both of you are breathing heavily, trying to regain the breath. he put his land on your cheek, giving you a thankful kiss on your lips.

'wanna take a bath?'

'only if you take me to the bathroom'

toji smiles, catching his breath. the heat isn't gone: you have a couple of hours to get a snack and wash your bodies before proceeding to the second round.

//~~//

i don't know if you love oneshots with toji [i mean love him as a character], if yes - i'll do the part two with the punshiment + aftercare. let say, three hundred notes? cause, yeah, he's kinda bad, but his body.. i'm simp. :3

[monkey-network]

Good Stuff: Wendell & Wild

or How to Stop Worrying and Flex with Spirit Again

It's 2009. We're at our most innocent and optimistic, Bone's final volume came out, and while TV animation was kinda ass at the time, the films we got were like banger after banger. I'm talking Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs, the Ed, Edd 'n Eddy movie, El Superbeasto, Redline, Killer Bean Forever, Princess and the Frog, Fantastic Mr. Fox, and Coraline. The latter was not only the start of Laika as a major studio but would be the last film the GOAT Henry Selick would frontline for a long while. Most of us wouldn't think of him while stop-motion was carrying on until the current year when Selick would return announcing a new film of his own. Wendell & Wild marks both the return of the mastermind behind Nightmare Before Christmas and James and the Giant Peach and the reunion of Key & Peele notably since that film starring a gangster cat. For what I can consider a very Blacktober film from the looks of it, it is newfound kino or diminishing returns?

If we’ll get this out of the way, the story... might be hard to swallow. I’m not gonna sugarcoat, Kat as a protagonist is understandable but annoying. I can see where the incident involving her parents can snowball her into being an isolating punk type, but it was hard finding her likable because of how much she’s a... “buzzkill” is the best word I got. It hurts when I like almost every other character, Raul especially, over her. I dunno, it’s like when most you get from a character is them being frustrated and spiteful, it’s hard to connect, and for being the main focus then the story falters in the mind. 

This goes for my other problem where the third act gets pretty jumbled and honestly feels like the one time I’ll say where they didn’t need a big action sequence. This could’ve been a more grounded affair like I cared about Kat facing her trauma and the big demon literally surfacing from hell to get our titular demon brothers than I did some ugly ass couple trying to build a prison. I think it would’ve worked better if it was just about Kat working with Wendell & Wild to get her parents back only to realize that it was a mistake like it never once crosses her mind that bringing them back is... kinda fucked up? The impact of the story overall feels lighter than, say, Coraline or Paranorman where everything built up before made the revelation stuck. Just saying, Kat’s final line in the movie really sprained the ankle at the finish line if you think about it.

The duo themselves never disappointed thankfully

But that’s all on the story, what about the visuals? Well... this feels like a definite return to form. Selick mentioned that stop-motion became too smooth over time and I can see where he was coming from with this. I love where it’s not just the puppetry, but the settings feel more of a blend between Rankin-Bass and Aardman. It knows when to make a moment smooth, but you can see they didn’t hide it being stop-motion. That’s not to say stop-motion between this and Coraline couldn’t recapture that older feeling (we just got Mad God this year) but it’s nice seeing Selick, and designer Pablo Lobato, among the many of the animation crew give us something familiar. I’m reminded of the movie Klaus where even if you understand, you can’t believe the lengths they went to trick you in a way. All this while being based on Selick’s original story, I feel like this was Henry looking to flex alongside Phil Tippett, the Daniels, and soon enough Guillermo Del Toro, in the creative flavors they cherished way back. The credits themselves tell me everyone had fun making this movie and I appreciates that the most.

Scenes like this tickled my animation loving bones

Overall, my time didn’t feel wasted regardless of my issues with the story. If there’s any takeaway it’s that Wendell & Wild is pretty emblematic of this year: you take the bad with the good. Hell any film that can have Death, the black godfathers of Punk music, gets points in my book easily. I say it’s a worthy film to watch a least once for Halloween or Turkey Day, y’know if you can work above my gripes with it. Peele already made kino with Nope but he and Selick made something genuinely special here. Just saying in terms of films, we still eating good this year.

7 Out of 10; Delightfully Devilish Feature