#but there's something about pretending to be a caveman

[vixen-flame]

@poetry-bits

one of me and my brothers favourite bits to do is pretend we're cavemen seeing modern things for the first time. like an airplane passes overhead and i go 'caveman' and we both point and stare at it pass with gazes of abject horror and disbelief like we're about to experience the rapture and have seen the closest thing to god we ever will

[thegoogoomuckkk]

dirty laundry pt. 1 -> the jjk characters & what turns them on -> choso kamo, kento nanami, kiyotaka ijichi, satoru gojo, sukuna ryomen, toji fushiguro

it’s no secret, not to you & not to anyone else, that choso liked to be praised. not even just sexually; compliments, even if they weren’t always too sincere, went straight to his heart. your compliments specifically, went straight to his dick. if he had a tail, it’d wag constantly in your presence, especially hard when you called him a “good boy.” this was true of all situations, but there was something primal about him when he was kissing your cervix with the mushroom tip of his cock, holding on to your waist for dear life as he rutted up into you, & he hears you say “f-feels so good, cho, right there, god, it’s so good, you’re such a good boy.” it’s stronger than any drug, & it gets him drunker than any alcohol. he’ll do damn near anything to hear you say it again. 

it’s animalistic, this caveman quality in nanami & he’s so ashamed by it, the guilt drives him mad, but it’s when you’re like this, sitting on top of him, falling all over the hard plane of his chest, as he lifts your hips over & over that he just can’t seem to care. it comes from deep within him, the urge to throw you on the bed & have his way with you, which is so strange so atypical of nanami who is always so reserved, so in control of himself. but he loses that sense of control when you’re begging him oh so sweetly: “please, ‘ken, you–ngh–you’re so deep, too deep.” good, he thinks to himself, that’s how he wants it. & he wants to see the outline of his cock through the soft skin of your stomach, & he likes to fold you in half, fucking into you from behind, you knees not even on the bed anymore, & he needs to watch—wide-eyed & entranced—as his thick cock spreads out your little hole, listening to you whimper with each deep thrust.

it’s relatively easy to overstimulate kiyotaka; everything about him is so sensitive, mentally & physically. so when he’s panting & whining, coming down from the high of fucking your fist, & he feels your hand resume its ministrations, squeezing the base of his cock, fingers sliding over his wet tip, hands cupping his balls, he’s all but cumming again. & cum again he does. kiyotaka is such a sweet beggar, which is why you’re never surprised when he’s begging you to stop; but if he really wanted you to stop, well, he has a word for that, & yet he never uses it because, of course he doesn’t want you to stop, not when it feels “so good, s’too good, gonna cum, c-can’t can’t take it, can’t take it, please, please, plea–”

it’s not something that happens often & maybe that’s why gojo fucking loves it so much. absence makes the heart grow fonder, right? it’s not until he’s pulled two or three all-nighters, gone on mission after mission, skipped meals, not showered, etc. that you’re finally too tired & too upset with him to wait up for him again tonight. when he comes home, he sees you in your bed & any thoughts of dinner or a shower fly right the fuck out the window because he just has to have you. his favorite is when you don’t wake up at all, when he’s giving it to you all soft & sweet & he’s just so sure that you’re having the best dream of your life. he's mouthing at your breasts, leaving a trail of drool across your entire torso, fingers massaging your hips, your waist, your nipples. but of course he enjoys it when you wake up too, when he’s three fingers deep & you whine particularly loudly, waking up all of a sudden, “‘toru, toru please, feels so good, it’s too much, gonna cum, can I cum?” of course you can, silly, that’s all he really wanted anyway; he’s just missed his sweet girl & the taste of her cum on his fingers when he’s licking them all clean. 

shockingly, sukuna loves to mark his property like a dog pissing on a tree. . .psst, pretend to be shocked. at first, it was small little hickeys on your inner thighs, maybe a scratch mark here or there, rarely ever visible. but all it took was a simple thrown out phrase one night when he was fucking you real good. “‘m’yours, ‘kuna, all yours.” he knew that, damn it, but what’s the harm in proving it to everyone else. after that, he was insatiable. if you were alone & you weren’t fucking—a rarity—he had you in his lap, sucking hard on the skin of your neck, your collarbones, your breasts, the nape of your neck, your stomach, your ass. . .the list goes on. your hips are at a near constant state of bruised, your back holds little crescent-shaped indentations, your knees are always red, & your friends ooh & ahh over the state of your neck. it was more red than skin-colored. you were his, & not only did he want you to know that, he needed to remind everyone else of it as well. 

birth control? condoms? pulling out? toji's not familiar with them. nope, he’s gonna fuck load after load into you, ‘til he’s just sure that you’re pregnant, & when he’s so overstimulated, when his cock is an angry red, raw, he’ll kneel on the bed in front of you, & finger fuck his seed into you. realistically, toji knows you are on contraceptives & so no matter how raw he fucks you, you’re more than likely not getting pregnant. but try telling that to him when he’s got your legs firmly over his shoulders, sweat is dripping from his forehead, & he’s babbling his orgasmic nonsense of “gotta fill you up, pretty girl, gotta put in a baby in ya, gonna fuck you so full.” it’s in one ear & out the other for him. there’s something deeply instinctual about it; his brain is just wired this way: he needs to fuck his pretty girl full to the brim, & you’re gonna take it, whatever he gives you.

I'm rabid, actually, frothing at the mouth for these men. . .it's so embarrassing did you like it? -> here's my masterlist -> want something more? ask me for it

[heavenbarnes]

Just thought abt olderbf!simon fucking you in his rugby/football jersey and growling right in your ear something about giving you a pretty ring on your finger and his last name

there is nothing older bf!simon wants more than to see “RILEY” across your back as he’s hitting it from behind.

it’s only sunday morning local-rec-over-21’s rugby. it’s nothing special.

but there is you on the side lines, so cold he can see your breath and wrapped up in one of his thicker jackets.

he likes the way you smile and do a little jump when it’s a penalty for his team.

and he likes that little frown you get when someone tries to take him off at the knees.

and he really likes the way you get a little dazed when he’s tackling sorry bastards across the grass.

that same dazed look you get when he comes off the pitch covered in mud and smelling like sweat. when you pass him a towel and tell him to shower at home.

which is actually code for “get me home now and i’ll do that thing you like”

and it leads him to this, bending you over on the bed so he can see his last name stretched across your shoulders and imagine what it’ll be like when it’s finally yours.

he can feel the caveman-primal-madness coursing through him when he sees you with his name on his back. inexplicably hard at the thought-

the thought of you as his.

and whilst he hasn’t got it all planned out yet, he can pretend like he does. when he presses his chest to your back so you can hear his voice loud and clear.

“y’all mine? hmm? get t’keep y’forever? till death n’all that?”

[norikuna]

going to a cafe with the jujutsu kaisen men a/n: (based on irl experience with a wide variety of subpar men) 😭 gojo's order being my order...aurkay!

gojo — def the type to walk in and push his sunglasses down to check out the place. his order def goes something like a venti caramel macchiato with almond milk, two pumps of vanilla and two pumps of hazelnut, and a little caramel swirl at the top. smiles and is friendly to all the baristas, he's never rude to workers. tells the barista is gojo, with an o. whoever's unfortunate enough to be stuck next to him is doomed to hear him wax poetic about how coffee beans are the soul of the earth, and its 'really deep, you wouldn't get it lol'. if you order a black coffee, he'll ask if everything is okay at home. can't leave the cafe without ordering a $8.00 sweet treat and then wondering why all his purchases are adding up

geto — walks in as if he's a regular and tells the barista that he'll have his 'regular'. the barista has never seen him before. probably orders a flat white, double shot of espresso, no foam. he always says he doesn't have to pretend to like foam because he's chill like that. he'll ask for the wifi password, but only so he can show off how good he is at working in a cafe, but his ass is on coolmathsgames. will nod and pretend to care about whatever you're saying but he's still thinking about coolmathsgames. will also drop random metaphors like 'life is just like coffee. you either take it strong or with sugar.' you tell him to save the bad metaphors for his cult.

nanami — doesn't wander or hesitate when he enters the cafe. checks his watch every five minute. orders a black coffe, medium, and adds one packet of sugar. he's pretty good at ordering what he wants efficiently, and it leaves even the barista worried. he's here to relax so don't ask him any unnecessary question because this man needs a break. actually enjoys eavesdropping on people's conversations, and ends up tilting his angle to snoop on gossip better. avoids small talk like its another curse. you can't really make him react too much in a cafe, unless you spill coffee on his freshly pressed suit. will be passive aggressive and suggest that the cafe chooses better music. likes a good, dependable pastry. apple danishes are a favourite.

sukuna — prefers tea, without debate. but still orders relatively normal things. likes a good latte with chocolate syrup. but the king of curses kinda has to look cool, so he powers his way through a black coffee, with no sugar or milk. you swear his eyes are tearing up as he pretends to like it. after every sip of coffee, he sighs really loudly and it gets a bit annoying. even after you ask what's wrong, he says its nothing and continues to sigh loudly. nanami may be the one who eavesdrops, but sukuna is the one who interferes. will turn around in his chair to give unsolicited advice, but he genuinely thinks he's being helpful by telling schoolgirls to buy cleavers to chop their friends' hands off. is mildly offended when they move tables and give him weird looks. passes loud comments on other people and tells couples when he thinks they will breakup. attempts to connect to the wifi three times before threatening to burn the router.

toji — the barista asks if he wants a pastry with his drink and he asks 'do i look like the type of man to eat a muffin?' but if they're free, he'll take two. sits with his back to the wall like he's in a mob movie. god help anyone who sits too close to him, he really just doesn't trust anyone in his personal space. doesn't even acknowledge the existence of others until he's had at least three sips of his coffee. you could tell him his house is on fire, and he’d just mutter that he can't do anything about it now. types the wifi password on his phone with one finger like a caveman. tells parents to 'control their spawn' but entertains kids with coin tricks when no-one is looking. sometimes struggles to fit the lid on his go-to cup, and refuses to asks for help. wrestles with it for five minutes, getting increasingly annoyed before rushing out the door.

choso (this one is dedicated to pookie @creamflix) — frowns at the menu like it's written in an ancient language, like wtf is affogato. if someone behinds him coughs, he scolds them and says he's going as fast as he cans. spends 10 minutes deciding and then panics at the last second, tells the barista to give him whatever. if the barista asks any follow up questions (like milk preferences) he genuinely short circuits, "what kinds of milk are there?" he's genuinely baffled that there are options beyond 'cow.' he'll point at a pastry and ask what's in it. the barista explains and he replies with 'okay i trust you.' always ends up picking a wobbly table by accident and spends 15 minutes trying to fix it with folded napkins. if someone asks to share his table, he'll look like they just asked for his kidneys. if someone asks for his opinion on his pastry, its always a dumbass cryptic answer like 'its interesting.' uses his phone on full brightness and everyone can see him look up 'how to pronounce cafe au lait.' cleans up after himself because he's nice like that. if the staff get his order wrong, he never says anything even if it tastes like dirt.

[holylulusworld]

Bad Timing

Summary: He was in love at the worst moment possible.

Pairing: Alpha!Wolverine x Omega!Reader

Warnings: angst, unrequited love, idiots in love, a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, jealousy

He was in love. The realization hit him out of nowhere, at the worst moment possible. He stared at her from afar, eyes glued to the woman he loved. She smiled wildly and laughed at something someone else but him had said.

He dropped his gaze the moment her eyes drifted toward him to stare at the drink in his hands. The alcohol won’t help him forget how it felt to have her in his arms and bed. 

Why now? Why the fuck must he realize that he’s in love with her right fucking now?

Logan gritted his teeth to keep the purr wanting to escape down his throat the moment she walked his way. He avoided looking at her to not get caught staring. The last thing Logan needed was to draw attention toward him.

You passed him by without as much as looking his way. He huffed and shook his head.

Again, he asked himself. Why now?

Your scent drifted toward him in waves, turning the alpha into an even bigger mess. He huffed and decided to get fresh air.

No. He couldn’t be in love, and he wouldn’t be in love. Not when she… Logan shook his head to forget about all the confusing feelings, bringing him to his knees.

This all-consuming feeling spread in his chest. He hated it with every fiber of his being—or liked to pretend he hated it.

He had to let go of the fantasy he built in his mind. It was for the best not to yearn for an omega he could never have. Not the way he wants her.

“Logan,” your soft voice had him turn his head. You smiled and dared to chuckle as his eyes were glassy. “I asked how you like him.”

“I don’t know,” he angrily replied. Out of all days, you had to bring a date to the bar only the mutants knew about. “Bringing an outsider here wasn’t smart, though.”

You held his gaze. “You know, for a man claiming to have the perfect hearing, you’re deaf when it comes to listening to people.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said back and puffed his chest. “If you’d excuse me now, I want to enjoy my drink in silence.”

“Hmm…” you cooed, and wrapped your hand around his wrist, holding it in a tight grip to steal his drink. “You shouldn’t have another drink.” You replied and brought the glass to your lips to taste not only the whiskey but him too. “You know what they say about alcohol and libido.”

His eyes widened. You couldn’t mean that. Right. Right? It was impossible for you to feel the same. Not with the guy around you brought to the bar.

Logan cleared his throat to buy himself a moment to think about his reply. “What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean,” you replied so sweetly yet seductively that he almost creamed his pants. “Why don’t we get out of here?” You, the only omega he allowed himself to fall in love with, replied as if it was the easiest thing to say.

“Y/N,” he murmured. “What about your date?”

That made you smirk. “Well, I had to get your attention after you told me our arrangement is over.” You placed both hands on his chest, slowly rubbing him through his shirt. “Why don’t you show me that you lay claim on me, alpha?”

This time, he couldn’t keep the purr down his throat.

Logan grasped for you to throw you over his shoulder like a caveman. He growled as your date dared to step in front of him.

“If you want to breathe another day, get out of my way,” he threatened and slid the claws on his left hand out. “That’s my omega and no one touches what’s mine…”

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[finniestoncrane]

Gotta be honest with you, I need to hear every single Digger headcanon you have because they 2 you've shared are just so good.

General Headcanons

KTJL!Boomer Headcanons yippee!!! woohoo!!! someone wants to listen to my bullshit!! i am so happy to write down more of my headcanons by the way, but for anyone wanting any make sure to let me know what you want the 💙 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: mentions of nsfw things, it's fuckin boomer so of course, there's a whole load of nsfw headcanons and i mention piss because duh

General Headcanons

this is a sort of universal belief i suppose but i do think he lives in his van and i will live and die by my faith. he likes having everything he needs with him at all times. he will spout some bullshit rhetoric about living a "buddhist" existence with few material goods. and he's half right in that he has two pairs of underwear, and a collection of empty (or maybe not completely empty) beer cans rattling around back there

he's passed out twice while getting tattoos and he will yell and scream and argue that it was because his blood sugar was super low and not because he's a total wuss

he smells amazing. not like... good, don't get me wrong i don't think he smells nice. BUT he smells fuckin great. he has a natural deep musk that just hits the receptors nicely, the kind of smell that's laden with all the right pheromones to engage your caveman brain and have you swooning over him

bad habits (which i count as a bonus tbh) include: picking things: ears, skin, nose, anything. drinking to excess and then never learning a single lesson. masking all of his emotions until he's certain you won't make fun of him for having feelings. pretending to hate people that he loves because he can't be seen getting hurt. leaving his clothes lying around and relying on the smell test to get him through the process of getting dressed. kissing you in the morning before he has brushed his teeth. having no concept of personal space: he will steal blankets, he will curl around you in bed, he will sit too close to you on the sofa, he will hang off your body, he will hug you from behind and not let go, he will stand beside you all the time. refusing to take things seriously until he really has no other option. bad temper, and then defusing the situation by kicking something

yes, he has great tits and strong arms, but in my heart of hearts i know his stomach is not flat and in my head he has the sweetest lil beer gut to ever exist. it gets worse once he's just finished eating or drinking, and he cradles it and makes jokes about it being a girl or a boy. and while they might not have added it into the game, they did add in his sweet lovehandles on those hips, and he likes being grabbed by them and pulled into a hug. reminds him that when he's no longer big buff boomer, you'll still be super into his hot body

i think he's 45 years old fuck you. i think youngest he's 40, there's no way he's near me in age. we can consider sun damage to an extent but he has wrinkles, he's a dad, he's got big ol bags under his eyes and a slightly receding hairline

he's competitive, but not in an aggressive way, more in an annoying way. like you play a board game with him, and he'll do everything in his power to distract you, or use the rules against you. and if he loses, he doesn't go in a big strop, maybe a tiny huff with a few whines. who can refuse him a pity win when he's looking up at you all sad with those big green eyes and batting those silly eyelashes?

if there is something about you that he can mercilessly tease you for (without making you cry) he will harp on about it constantly. it's his way of showing that he's comfortable around you, enough that he can make you want to punch him in the throat. he can give but he can't take though, so remember that before you point out that he is in fact ginger, or that his freckles make him look so cutie-patootie, or that his tattoos are kinda dumb

you have to laugh at his jokes and puns, it's a requirement and he'd be tempted to make you sign a contract saying you will adhere to this rule. it gives him a boost, makes him feel proud. plus he is genuinely very funny, and the dorky nature behind his silly jokes is so endearing

Relationship Headcanons

when he falls for someone, he falls first and he falls hard. he also falls pretty easily, and he's no stranger to heartbreak, but he has his terrible coping methods to keep him going

he finds it easy to find something about everyone that he likes, because he's just prone to liking people. he thinks everything and anything is sexy, and he can find your good traits like a pig sniffing out truffles

he regularly brings home gifts for his partner, stolen or otherwise. no one needs to know how you aquired such an expensive piece of jewellery or that really nice original looking bit of art. maybe you just happen to save a lot of money by living in the back of his van with him!!

gifts are just one of the ways he is surprisingly thoughtful for a boy with no thoughts behind his eyes! dates are another thing he's fuckin stellar at!! wherever you're going and whatever you're doing you are guaranteed to have fun, that's just how he is. he makes everything tolerable, and he can turn a shit day into a great one

he's desperate for friendship, far more than he is for anything romantic or sexual, although if the two could go hand in hand that'd be an ideal scenario. he might claim to be chill and looking for a quick root, but he's far more interested in finding a partner who can be his buddy as well as his lover

there's never going to be a moment when he's not touching his partner by the way, like that is just something you are going to have to put up with

hand on your shoulder, hand in your hand, hand on your waist, hand on your thigh, hand on your back, hands around you as he hugs you from behind, hands around you as he hugs you from the front, hands around you as he hugs you from the side, hand on your butt, hand on your chest, hand on your stomach, hand on your cheek. the man has borderline separation anxiety

holding hands is his favourite though, especially when paired with his habit of loudly announcing your status to anyone within earshot. "oh this is my partner!" "yeah i'm their boyfriend!" "i'm fucking that beautiful bit of arse over there, thanks for asking!" like thank you, digger

he's surprisingly emotional, and surprisingly open once you get past his protective exterior layer. he's still always joking around and trying not to take things seriously, but the minute you or he needs some serious feeling time he is down for it

i don't think he would ever choose a sexuality. personally, i feel like he's bisexual or pansexual, but digger would say he's just sexual. he'll go for anything with a pulse who was happy to see him. there's a bit of digger for anyone (or anything...)

he'd be quick to take things to the next level with a partner he really loved. like he comes to pick you up one day in the boomer-van and he's like "tah-dah" and in the bacl there's a plastic storage box duct taped to the wall with your name written on it. this is how he would ask you to move in with him. you might need to get rid of a lot of your posessions but he wouldn't be adverse to you cleaning up the van or making it your own though!! i bet he'd love to have fairylights on the ceiling and some rugs on the floor

NSFW Headcanons

he has a piss kink. i know that is not a thing for most people, but i have evidence backing this up. it's barely a headcanon at this point, it's just straight up fuckin canonical fact lmao!! anyway i don't think it's a goes both ways thing most of the time. he likes to be the one pissing, it's where he refuses to be a switch and will only be the dominant one, usually

speaking of being the dominant one, it's what he's most comfortable with since he's a loud, brash, bold and heroic villainous boy, but he really doesn't mind switching things up. he can be a gentle dom, a bratty sub, and any combination in between. really, he is up for literally any activity or kink or fetish or position you can throw at him

he gets very vocal during sex. he spouts all kind of filth at you, confirming what he's doing, what he wants to do, and what he's going to do to you. his preferred terms are surprisingly gentle though, calling you kitten or pup, princess or prince, love, babe, baby. a combination of them all. aside from that, he is loud. volume is not something he can control when he's deep in the heat of the moment and he is the literal definition of animalistic. he growls while he fucks you, and he howls when he cums, and he has referred to himself as a dingo before...

of course, if you're getting particualrly nasty, or he's in a far more feral mood, he'll be growling low into your ear, calling you a dirty, nasty little cunt while he grabs your body and keeps you close

he's into any kink, sort of believing in trying anything once (or twice... or three times...) but there's a few he just LOVES. ones that if you mention them, you run the risk of having him cumming in his pants or rutting up against your leg like a desperate, badly behaved puppy

obviously, previously mentioned piss kink, but specifically if it involves some level of servitude or worship. like you on your knees holding his cock for him while he goes to the toilet, you offering to lick him clean, or letting him piss on you because you're so beneath him and he's yours to mark and claim. begging for a taste of him or pleading for him to use you gets him going too when you combine it with this

body worship or worship in general gets him going too. he's so desperate to be loved and wanted and adored and needed, so having someone beg for him, tell him they want him, they need his cock, his fingers, his hands, his saliva, his drool, his cum, anything he's willing to give them. top that off by calling him captain and he'll melt into a sticky little puddle

he's also way behind on comfort, so a little bit of gentle love mixed with kink is a great way to help him relax. feed him a tit or a hard cock, let him suck until he's soothed himself. hold him on your lap and stroke his hair while you tell him he's amazing, and so good at everything he does

cowboy digger is reporting for duty at the breeding ranch! get you some horns, a teeny tiny cowprint outfit, a tail and a bell and he'll either milk you dry until you're crying from overstimulation, or he'll ride you until he's pumped every last bit of cum into you, making sure you're ready for him to be the daddy

he'll fuck with the hat on. he's a socks on kinda guy too. he just gets way too into it way too quickly and forgets anything else but rutting and grunting

this could have been soft, if it wasn't george, but he loves when you fall asleep on him, like your head resting on his chest or his stomach or his lap or his shoulder. he'll be sweet, of course, and place a little kiss on the top of your head. but then he will try and sneak a look down your top or at your ass or to see if you have a visible bulge he can ogle

[avonne-writes]

Uuh can I ask for "seeing their partner in their clothes for the first time"?? 🥹

Thank you, lovelies! 💕 I wrote a short HS AU drabble set during their first college year.

The smell of eggs, bacon and pancakes pulls Bucky out of his sleep like a magic spell perfected to activate some primal zombie reflex to hunt for food. He kicks his blanket off and drags himself out of the soft nest of his and Gale's bed like the undead he imagines he is. Shuffling, bleary-eyed, jaw open wide around a series of yawns as he makes his way to their bedroom door scratching his chest through his pjs.

When he opens it and pokes his head out, he finds Gale sitting at their tiny kitchen table with one of his legs pulled up and his head resting on his knee. His cheek bulges from the pressure. Bucky wants to bite it.

"Good morning." He says and throws himself down across from Gale with a sigh. He gets a sleepy hum in response and a plate packed with scrambled eggs pushed in front of him. "I'm a zombie."

"Walking Dead or Last of Us?" Gale just rolls with it, amused, then gets up to stand by the stove and flip the last pancake.

And that's when Bucky’s sluggish senses notice - the white shirt Gale's wearing is one of Bucky's soccer jerseys that he never used last semester. On his back, Bucky's name and number, and under the shirt, only black boxer shorts.

Bucky's brain short circuits.

He has seen Gale wearing his clothes countless times before, but never his jersey. Never something that had Bucky's name on it in large, blocky font.

The way Bucky’s blood rushes south is exactly like the first time when he lent Gale one of his hoodies. They had been dating for a grand total of five days at that time, still figuring out what it even meant to be dating, and they hid in the back of the library to make out. But, trying to save on the bills, the school turned the heating down in that section. Real smart move if you hope to draw more students in...

Bucky still remembers how Gale shivered as they stood there kissing, goosebumps on his arms. Later, he admitted that it was just a side effect of his excitement at kissing his boyfriend, but back then, Bucky thought he was cold. He didn't think twice, just shrugged his thick hoodie off his back and offered it to Gale.

The moment Gale's blond head emerged from the fabric, the sleeves pulled down over his wrists, Bucky knew he had unlocked a dangerous path for his thoughts. Within seconds, his mind had already conjured up images of Gale wearing various pieces of his clothes, smelling like Bucky, walking around at school showing everyone he belonged to Bucky. And just like that, Bucky was blindingly hard.

He still cringes thinking of his awkward, ambling gait as they walked out past the librarian ten minutes later.

This time though, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. If he had to bet, he’d say this was the very purpose why Gale put the jersey on.

Barely biting back a grin, he walks over to Gale and puts his hands on his waist. As he expected, Gale melts into him instantly, putting his free hand on Bucky’s while he pokes at the last few pieces of bacon with the spatula.

Bucky tucks his face into Gale's sleep-warm neck and smiles. He plays with the hem of the shirt. "Did I forget an anniversary?"

"No." Gale snorts, shutting off the stove. He drops the spatula to hold Bucky's other hand too, swaying in place. "I just felt like it."

Bucky nuzzles Gale's neck, then murmurs into his ear. "I changed my mind." His spreading grin makes the corners of his eyes crinkle.

"I'm not a zombie, I'm a caveman!" He exclaims with delight and lifts Gale an inch from the floor to drag him towards the bedroom as Gale laughs.

Half an hour later, when they sit down to eat their breakfast at last, Gale pretends to be miffed that it has gone cold, but the light in his eyes tells Bucky the truth. This won't be the last time Gale wears his jersey, he's sure.

[l13]

i love all the writing you’ve done on jonathan ohnn/the spot ITS AMAZING

but i just know that pre-collider spot is such a pervert towards reader like stalking her on social media legit screenshotting her posts and saving them to his phone… you post one picture of you in a bikini AND HES CUMMING IN HIS PANTS that man would do anything for you just to go out on one date with him or even notice him. (which i mean reader can clearly notice him by the way he always stares at her while at work, she just knows him as the “weird guy” at alchemax)

i'm gonna lose my miiiiiiiind

tw: LAZY WRITINGGG, f!reader, pervert!jonathan, m!masturbation, not proofread (it's 2am pls)

Not only is he stalking your socials daily, he's surprised when you greet him one day at work. He waves at you, but it's so awkward that he cringes.

He only goes at work outings just to see you all dressed up. He's glad that the places they go to are always packed, and that his blatant staring isn't obvious. He's literally sitting at the bar, alone, watching as you dance- a shy grin on his face as he sees you laugh with your head thrown back. Fuck, you were gorgeous.

If you guys ever worked on the same project while at the lab, he'd absolutely be losing his shit internally. He's seriously PANICKING.

Keeps side eyeing you as he pretends to work, but he really can't concentrate with you being in arms-reach at all times. Your perfume is clouding his brain, and he thinks that he needs to find out what brand it is and buy it, IMMEDIATELY. You say his name suddenly and his head snaps up to you as you start talking to him about smth work-related. Jonathan is nodding along to your words even though he's not hearing a single thing that's coming out of your mouth. He's too busy staring at the way your lips move as you talk.

"-but I don't know if that would be a good idea. What do you think?"

"Huh- 'm sorry what?" he's swallowing around nothing as he watches you chuckle softly, shaking your head, and he's scrambling to find something to say- throwing up a lame excuse of having a headache, anything to justify him acting like a caveman.

Literally replays the whole 3 second of this interaction in his head when he's home, and curses himself for being so pathetic.

The next day when he's still stuck working alongside you, (not that he minds in the slightest, it's just really, really hard for him to get any work done) you're invading his personal space, wanting to grab some papers that were left on his desk, and instead of going around him, you stretch and grab them from right next to him, and he swears he felt your tits brush against his arm-

that night he, once again, replays that day's interaction in his head, but this time he's whimpering while thinking about it, trying to remember the way you felt pressed against his arm even if it was for mere seconds.

He can't help but lower his briefs guiltily, biting his lip at the sight of his painfully hard cock. He wraps a hand around himself, closing his eyes shut, his mind immediately conjuring an image of you naked and panting for him-

"Fuh-fuck. Please fuck me, baby. Want y'so bad, shit-"

❥ weeks later ->

this might sound dumb BUT what if he's showing you smth on his phone and he goes to close the app, but when he does his social media is pulled up right next to that, your profile on display. Cold dread washes over him in a MILLISECOND, and he's yanking his hand back and away from you, closing all apps in lightning speed.

You're stunned, obviously. You wouldn't have thought anything of it, i mean checking someone's social media is not weird after all- but the way he reacted? That spoke volumes. And satisfaction pulls at your belly when you watch this man literally fight for his life. He's stuttering, readjusting his glasses constantly, even when he doesn't need to. And you're just sitting there watching him, trying to hide your smile by biting your lip softly.

"Jonathan.. d'you have anything to say to me?"

"What? N-no! Why would I?"

you shrug, "I dunno. You tell me,"

"Just, y'know.. I thought about following you since we work together 'n all..."

you hum, looking at him through your eyelashes, not believing him for a second, "Did you like my pictures?"

"What?!"

"You heard me,"

"Uh.. y-yeah. They were really nice."

Jonathan freezes when you scoot closer to him, one hand falling to his thigh "Yeah? S that what you do for fun, Jonathan? Stalk my profile?"

"No!-"

you click your tongue, leaning in to graze his ear with your teeth and he's shivering "Tell me the truth."

"Fuck... I.." his pretty lashes flutter when you squeeze his plush thigh, your hand inching dangerously close to his bulge-

You wait four more seconds, and when he still doesn't answer, your hand falls on the outline of his cock, and you're squeezing him over his pants. He moans, and you have to clamp a hand over his mouth to silence him bc of how loud he was. You were still at work, after all.

"Answer me, baby." you mutter against his jaw, and his eyes roll back as he whimpers, the sound muffled by your palm.

"Mffyesh- I do, fuck, I look at you all the damn time-"

You coo at that, starting to rub him over his pants "Yeah? I bet you touch yourself to my pictures too.. God, you're disgusting."

he nearly sobs, "I am, I am-! M sorry, just want you so bad- Please, I'm sorry- You're perfect, I couldn't help it,"

[eleonoraalbright]

A Shared Kiss

Pairing: Roberto da Costa x fem!reader

Summary: Feeling lonely, you wander into Roberto's room to distract yourself with video games, a quick discussion of your feelings, and an even quicker make out session.

You strolled along the hallway, footsteps muffled by the rug beneath them. Xavier’s school was unusually silent. It felt as though you were the sole inhabitant of the mansion. Loneliness creeped around the corner and threatened to overtake your body to paralyze you. What was there to do except train for an upcoming mission and wait for its inevitable arrival? 

You had finished training earlier and now would remain here for who knows how long until it was time to take off and battle villains. You swayed on the spot, unsure of what there was to do, besides twiddling your thumbs. Your gaze roamed about the corridor for something to linger on and it landed on a door opposite you. An idea of how to preoccupy your time leaped into your muddled mind. 

You crossed to the door and knocked on the hardwood. A muffled, come in sounded from the other side. You swung the door open and stepped into the bedroom. In contrast to the darkened hallway, Roberto’s room was well lit. The curtains were drawn back to reveal a pleasant view of a flower garden and the basketball court. 

Roberto was sitting on the edge of his bed, eyes glued to the tv. He wore sweatpants and a black sleeveless shirt. His hair was damp as if he just finished showering. Sparing a quick glance, he greeted you. “Oh, hey.”

“Hey.” You stood there for a few seconds, hoping he would say something more. When he didn’t you said, “Would you mind if I crashed here for a while?”

He shrugged. “Go ahead.” You sat down next to him to observe the video game he was playing and asked him about it. He replied, “It’s called Balloon Fight. It’s kind of like the game Joust at the arcade, but the goal is to pop balloons. I have another controller I can hook up. Wanna play?”

Happy that he offered, you accepted his invitation. He explained the rules which were fairly easy: pop the balloons to score points, whoever scored the most, won. On the screen appeared two tiny pixelated figures in space. There were different levels to defeat. Islands floated in the black void for you to hop on to burst the levitating balloons and bubbles. 

You took great delight in popping the balloons he was aiming for and laughed when Roberto failed to do the same. He pretended to be upset, but his laughter soon joined yours. Gradually the empty pit swelling inside your stomach grew smaller and smaller in his company. As time passed, you both stopped competing and started cooperating to see how many points you could get working as a team.

The afternoon light dimmed and outside the sky turned from a soft blue to a burning orange. The shadows lengthened, showing the hours that swept by unknown to you and Roberto. When your hands began cramping you opted to just watch him as he played Caveman Games and criticized his technique of vaulting over dinosaurs.

During a rare lapse of silence, he took the opportunity to ask, “Have you been doing alright?” You were surprised at his inquiry and couldn’t think of anything to say that wouldn’t divulge too much of the frequent hollowness settling in your mind these days. He answered himself, “You’re different. You don’t talk a lot to us. You seem sad. Everything okay?”

A swirling mixture of satisfaction and embarrassment stirred in your gut that he had noticed your change in mood. How would you respond? Should you tell him the truth or brush him off and say that you’ve been tired. You chose the former. “Have you ever felt trapped here? That you’ve missed out on normal high school experiences?”

“I suppose so. It comes with the territory of being a mutant and a superhero too.”

You sighed, picking at a stray thread on the blanket. “I feel like there’s not much else besides fighting and sitting around the school for danger to arise for us to fight over and over again.” You avoided looking at Roberto, scared that he would think you foolish. You’re part of the New Mutants for heaven’s sake. 

You knew what it meant when you agreed to attend Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. “Sure, we have homework to do and stuff, but I wish– I wish all the most I had to worry about was yucky school lunches and boyfriend troubles.” You thought about that: a boyfriend. What would that be like? What drama and complications would come from having a significant other? 

What love would sprout from such a relationship? Friends were wonderful to have, but some deeper part of you yearned to have the emotional and physical intimacy that would hopefully transpire from having a beau. Whether this desire sprang from raging teenage hormones or the human need of mutual companionship did not matter. 

“Is it shallow to want a boyfriend?” Your distress was blatant in your voice.

He shifted and your shoulders brushed. You peered at Roberto to see him regarding you with an expression that was impossible to decipher. “No, I don’t think it is.”

Relieved to hear his validation, you leaned in nearer. You weighed the wisdom of speaking aloud the comment intruding in your brain. How would he react? Would it shatter this tender, heartfelt moment? Would he withdraw in horror at the hint? Well, there was only one way to find out. You whispered, “It’s been forever since I’ve shared a kiss.”

His eyes dropped to your lips, then flickered back up to your longing stare. To your delight and dismay, he made no movement. What was he thinking at this exact second?

Would you be able to leave with your dignity still intact once he voiced his rejection? He brought his hand up to your face to trace the curve of your jaw and murmured, “Me too.”

Hope bloomed in your chest like a daffodil in spring with the accompanying butterflies fluttering in there also. You tilted your head to the right as he did but to the left. Your lips joined together in a simple kiss.

His other hand ran down your back to press you flush against him and your arms twined around his neck. This kiss was better than any before. Thrilling tingles ran down your spine, chasing away the minute amounts of trepidation left.

Roberto broke it off, a slight sigh of pleasure escaping from his mouth. You didn’t want it to end it here, and had a sneaking suspicion that neither did he. “Do you really wanna stop there?”

His pupils were dilated. His warm breath fanned your lips. He considered the question a beat before saying, “No.” He kissed you a second time. 

Passion surged you both to delve further in one another. His tongue grazed your bottom lip and entered your mouth when it opened a fraction. Your fingers combed through his dark curls, tugging on several strands in the process and he let out a soft moan at the sensation. A sense of pride washed over you, elated to have elicited such a noise from him. 

Roberto pushed you down on his bed so you laid flat on the covers with his body atop yours. One hand was braced beside your head while the other traveled to your shirt’s hem; his fingers trailed farther up your bare skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

You wanted to let out a scream of pure excitement at finding yourself in this scenario with Roberto, but didn’t, lest someone heard it through the thin walls. 

You reconciled with expressing your intense emotions by dragging your nails down his back to mirror the passion clawing inside you. His pesky shirt was getting in the way though from marking him.

He had a similar idea of marking because his lips abandoned your own to nip and suck at your neck. When that area of flesh was suitably bruised, he moved downwards to your collarbone. 

You and Roberto jumped apart when a man’s voice rang clear as a bell in both of your minds. “New Mutants, assemble in my office. Now.” You cursed at Xavier; he had the worst possible timing ever. 

You shouldn’t have dilly-dallied, but you clung to him for a couple moments longer to ask, “Can we pick this up later?”

Roberto smirked at the request and said, “Absolutely.” His thumb caressed the hickies he had made. “We’ll also have to talk about the boyfriend and girlfriend thing later.”

With that he sprung off the bed and darted out the room. You smiled after him. Perhaps, the following days wouldn’t be spent in the same monotonous cycle.

[howlingday]

Last human au) jaune has been stuck in a cell since he was woken up and he's gonna be honest not the worst day he's ever had but not the best either although he might have just made a new friend. A robot friend at that!

Penny is sure she's managed to ingratiate herself with her new primitive charge. Poor thing probably doesn't even realize that she's not even a real human! She'll have to keep that a secret though even when he falls in love with her. For science of course. Now to learn more about the human and move him to the study area where friend ruby is waiting.

Basically jaune might be more modern but everyone around him doesn't know that yet. In order to keep him comfortable and not be cruel to the poor primitive thing they commissioned a robot companion to befriend him and guide him back to the testing area. Surely they'll be able to account for everything on the simulated escape and jaune won't outsmart them all before wandering off to the city

Tldr: jaune out smarts everyone and now they're panicking because what they think is a caveman is wandering around the city. On the plus side ruby feels validated in her idea that just because jaune is less educated than modern faunas doesn't mean he's less intelligent. And penny is getting all sorts of interesting data

Bedrock Bottom

First/Previous

Jaune had never been to jail before. He was raised to be polite and respectful to everyone around him, or else the police would take him away from his family. However, looking back on it, the stories he'd heard about prison were distinctly different from where he was now. These tales of horror and warning scared Jaune to know end, his father terrifying him with tales of endless gang wars, violent guards, and other inmates who would view him as a plaything to do what they would with him.

Except none of this was true from his perspective. Right now, it felt more like he was a pet rat kept in a shoebox. Food was brought to him three times a day, as well as books, puzzles, and the occasional "letter from home," which was just some girl pretending to be his mom and warning him to not stay out too late or else the "dire rats would gobble him up".

Speaking of strange girls, he wasn't alone in his room, either. Delivering these items was Penny, a cute girl with red hair that curled just above her shoulders. She would ask him questions about himself, then respond with "Oh, I know about that! That's what all humans do, right?" There was usually a hiccup between these statements.

It had been a week since he'd been tossed into his cell, and six days since Penny came into his life. He would spend most of the day sitting on his bed, reading between meals, though at some points, he would forgo the reading and do some exercises instead. Penny would sit on the bed regardless and ask him questions. Questions like...

"Why are you doing pushups the wrong way?"

"It's not the wrong way." Jaune answered. "I'm just exercising different muscles."

"Oh! I know about that!" She hiccupped. "That's what all humans do, right?"

"Not all of them." Jaune lifted himself to his knees. "Can I ask you something, Penny? Human to human?"

"Sensational!" Penny's eyes widened as much as her smile. She jumped from the bed, hopping from one foot to the other in a little dance. "I've successfully integrated with the human specimen~!"

"But aren't you human?" Penny stopped. "I mean, you are human, right?"

"Affirmative!" Penny said, then hiccupped. "I am a human meat person, just like you!" She hiccupped again.

"Uh-huh." He let the issue go for now. "Anyways, I was wondering what you did to get locked up in here."

"What I did?" Penny repeated.

"Yeah, this is a jail, isn't it?"

"...Yes!" She hiccupped.

"And prisoners are locked up in prison for doing bad things, right?"

"Yes, that is correct."

"I, er, broke out of a hospital and pushed a girl over, so I guess I got in trouble for some kind of hospital rule."

"...Oh! I know about that!" She didn't hiccup. "That's what all humans do, right?"

"No, it isn't, Penny."

"It... isn't?"

"Penny, you're my friend, right?"

"I... Am I?" She asked. She then got really close. Almost uncomfortably close. "Do you see me as a friend?!"

"I... Yes?" Penny was quiet for a moment. Then she was quiet for a moment longer. Suddenly, she beamed with the biggest smile he'd ever seen. "Uh, Pen-"

"SENSATIONAL!" She hugged him, and she was squeezing him REAL tight. "I cannot believe I have two friends, and one of them is the human!"

"Wait, wait." Jaune groaned from his strained lungs. "Who's... Who's your other friend?"

Penny gasped, then shut and covered her mouth with her hand. She quickly ran to the door, not looking back as she pounded on the cell entrance/exit. The door hissed and slid open, and a team of four, burly guards rushed in, knocking Jaune to the ground. Looking up, he saw Penny looking back. Her eyes were the saddest he'd ever seen. And then she ran away, and he was left pinned to the floor.

As she ran, he couldn't help but notice the twin antennae extending from her hair.

[copiouscouples]

Just an Off-Tangent Ramble

I really enjoyed season 2 especially in the first half. In my opinion, it’s better than season 1. What kept it from being a top-tier season for me was the absolute momentum killer of watching Edwina decide to crap or get off the pot. We didn’t need that. 

Then, there was also the lack of sexy times pay off. For some less thirsty than I, the garden scene hit the spot and to those people I say, congratulations for not being a thirsty hoe. But I needed all that passion and longing and pent-up frustration to culminate in a beautiful, passionate, romantic steamy scene. And it just didn’t happen.

My Theories as to Why Season 2 Had Sexy Times Slim Pickins:

The Powers That Be were trying to go a different direction and see if the audience would be ok with less sexy times. (We were not OK.)

The actors weren’t comfortable doing those type of scenes. That’s a valid reason. Just because you’re an actor doesn’t mean you should have to do something that makes you uncomfortable.

When it came to editing, the scenes didn’t look good and so were cut. I had heard that they’d filmed a lot of sexy time scenes that never made it into the show - if that’s true - not sure why. Nicola was talking about how they did the kissing scenes and what felt good didn’t always look the prettiest so maybe some of the Kanthony scenes didn’t meet the aesthetic.

When it comes to Jonathan Bailey, he is very boisterous and great at showing passion and humor. I was impressed with his physical humor in the falling in the water scene. That’s not an easy scene to do. He is the perfect pick for Anthony.

That said, he can only do roles like Anthony. I don’t think he could do a believable soft boy Colin like I don’t feel like Luke N could do an Anthony. They just bring different things to the table acting wise. And I’m glad for that diversity.

I feel like Luke has shown that you don’t have to yell to show passion and desire. You can communicate it in soft boy ways like looking longingly and following the girl you love around like a puppy dog and having a one-sided beef with another man.

And when Colin does yell, people pay attention. Eloise was so completely taken aback by his anger that she apologized like at two different points afterwards. I think that’s what is gonna make that one scene so 🔥 because he’s driven beyond his breaking point that he has to raise his voice.

Like we’re never going to get soft, earnest, endearing moments from Anthony. But we are for sure getting them from Colin. We got the “I want to tear your clothes off” (except they didn’t, BOO!) passion from Anthony and Kate. Now, we get the whole let’s be so besotted with each other that we go too far and then giggle afterwards. 

Kate and Anthony had angry, frustrated passion. Colin and Penelope have joyful passion.

The Colin and Penelope of it all just feels more real and authentic to how a lot of relationships are. I also kind of love the awkwardness of their new beginning.

And those steamy scenes! Season 3 has won hands down with just that carriage scene alone. It was so much better than anything we got in Season 2. I think a huge part of it is the willingness of the actors to be vulnerable and commit 100%. Nicola in particular especially.  Kissing and pretend humping is one thing, but boob touches/kisses. If I had a say, I would probably not let a fellow actor do those things. I’m glad she was OK with it because it made that scene HOT. 

And this is subjective, but they’re just pretty kissers. Their faces look good smooshed up next to each other. I really can’t explain why. (Please someone feel free to break down in a point by point explanation as to why their kisses look so good).

Season 2, realistically, could’ve been my favorite. I do love a brooding, angry caveman but something about the sweetness and earnestness of Polin. It’s winning me over as best season so far.

[got-into-worm-by-mistake]

Agitation 3.1 Live Reactions

(This is me, writing reactions as I read, because why the fuck not. They're not complete, mature thoughts taken after I sit back and evaluate what I've read. Consider them as such)

Bank Job Arc LET'S GOOOOOO!

(I Think?)

There was something appealing about being out and about before the city had woken up. 

There are many things I'll never be able to relate to wrt Taylor, I'm sure, some already, but this

Yeah. this has to be on top of that list. Becoming a warlord villain of the city? Sure what the fuck I'm all for that.

Liking being out and about at an ungodly hour? Fuck that noise.

It was like Brockton Bay was a ghost town, in a good way.

Taylor? One question:

What The Fuck?

 In February, Sophia had goaded some boys into trying to catch me, I think the goal had been to duct tape me to a telephone pole. I had escaped, helped mostly by the fact that the boys hadn’t really cared enough to run after me,

Huh. So that actually happened. I figured the fic I read here they do catch her (and then she accidentally goes wild with the Swarm, etc) just had that written as Sophia doing an escalation she didn't do in canon.

Christ, that bitch is just... someone really needs to stab Sophia. A lot.

(Like, yes, I can grant it's... not great when the story has so few black people and one of them is Sophia and she's written like... that, but still. Sophia - fucked up and vile)

Three and a half months had burned away the body fat, leaving me very lean, and had given me the stamina to run at a steady jog without leaving me panting for breath.

Lucky bitch. Three and a half months of jogging wouldn't do that for me.

(Maybe if I actually committed to it like she has, but I'm lazy so :rofl: )

There were only a few people out and about, which made it easy to find Brian.

Wait, you were here looking for Brian? Maybe clue is in sooner, Taytay?

“I want,” I said, then I felt dumb for the awkward lapse into caveman speak.  I blamed the early hour of the day.  To try and save face, I added, “Thanks.”

:rofl:

 “Don’t coffees there cost, like, fifteen dollars a cup?” Brian chuckled a little, “We can afford it, Taylor.”

And? Still a waste of money I'm willing to bet.

Also, like whomst the fuck, in 2011, was selling $15 coffee to go? Is Wildbow mistaking US and Canadian Dollars? Even in canada that feels like a lot for coffee?

Did Leviathan make coffee more expensive or something?

These guys were raking in thousands of dollars on a given job, and they had given me two thousand dollars up front. 

Yeah but you don't stay rich by just casually dropping $15 on your morning coffee.

I extended my arm, clenched my fist and relaxed it to demonstrate, “Only hurts when I flex it.”  I didn’t tell him that it had been hurting badly enough to cost me some sleep last night.

Trying to seem tough in front of the guy you're into, or just used to pretending she doesn't hurt as much as she does? Or both?

“Makes sense,” I said, then I added, “I read her page on the wiki.” “So you’ve got the gist of it,”

An accurate wiki!? LE GASP!

I spotted a crab scuttling across the beach almost directly below us.  I reached out with my power and stopped it in its tracks.  Though I didn’t need to, I extended my finger and pointed at it, then waved my finger lazily as I made the crab follow where my my index finger was pointing.  Since Brian and I were both leaning over the railing, and there was practically nobody on the Boardwalk that wasn’t busy with work or getting their store opened for the day, I was pretty certain nobody else would figure out what I was doing. Brian saw the crab dancing in circles and figure eights and smiled.  Conspiratorially, he leaned closer to me and whispered, “You can control crabs, too?” I nodded, feeling just a bit of a thrill at how we were huddled like this, sharing secrets while the people around us were totally in the dark.  I told him, “I used to think I could control anything with an exoskeleton or shell.  But I can control earthworms too, among other things, and they don’t have shells.  I think all it takes is that they have to have very simple brains.”

But there have to be other animals that also have simple brains she can't control? Some birds and mammals can, no?

It's time to say it again: POWERS

ARE

BULLSHIT

(I suspect I'll be saying that a lot. :rofl:)

Of course, it could be her powers run on what she conceptually thinks are bugs or buglike? Like, if she could convince herself that squirrels are bugs, could she control them?

I shook my head, “I gotta get home and get ready for school.” “Ah, right,” Brian said, “I forget about stuff like that.” “You guys don’t go?” “I take courses online,” Brian said, “My folks think it’s so I can hold a job to pay for my apartment… which is kind of true.  Alec dropped out, Rachel never went, and Lisa already applied for and tested for her G.E.D.  Cheated using her power, but she has it.”

It is kind of remarkable that Taylor doesn't just... give up on school, from what I gather she keeps going sometimes even well into her Villain career. I doubt Winslow would really care enough to reach out to Taylor's dad if she just... stopped actually attending.

“Ah,” I said, my focus more or less dwelling on the idea that Brian had an apartment.  Not the fact that Grue the successful supervillain had an apartment – Lisa had mentioned that to me – but that Brian the teenager with parents and schoolwork to focus on did.  He kept changing my frame of reference for trying to figure him out.

Villains are human and complex!

“That’s to our place,” he told me, “And I mean that.  Ours as in yours too.  You’re free to come by any time, even if nobody is there.  Kick back and watch TV, eat our food, track mud on our floor, yell at the others for tracking mud on the floor, whatever.” “Thank you,” I said, surprising myself by actually meaning it.

Well fuck. Yeah.

Fuck.

All this poor girl wants is a place to belong. A place to be welcome.

I mean, not all she wants, really, I suppose, but a huge part.

That wasn’t to say I didn’t like Lisa, but just being around her made me feel like I had the Sword of Damocles hanging over my head.

Understandable.

Heading back home and preparing for school left me with a gradually increasing feeling of dread, like a weight sitting on my chest.  I’d been trying not to think of Emma’s taunting and my fleeing from the school with tears on my face.  I had spent an hour or two tossing and turning in bed, the event replaying over my head while the throbbing of my wrist jarred me awake every time I started to drift off.  Beyond that, I had been pretty successful in avoiding thinking about it.  Now that the prospect of going back was looming, though, it was impossible not to dwell on the subject as I headed home, got ready and caught the bus.

Taylor "Repress Repress Repress" Hebert!

I still had to face the consequences of missing two afternoons.

Do you?

This wasn’t the first time I’d needed to psych myself up to going to school.  Deceive myself into going and staying.  The worst days had been back in my first year at high school, when the wounds of Emma’s betrayal were still fresh and I wasn’t yet experienced enough to anticipate the variety of things they could come up with.  Back then, it had been terrifying, because I hadn’t yet known what to expect, didn’t know where, when or if they would draw the line. 

Ooof

Or, I thought, maybe I could just look forward to hanging out with Lisa, Alec and Brian.  Outside of the part where I nearly got mauled by Bitch’s dogs, it had been a nice night.

I mean, that's like saying "Apart from the part where she mindraped and then actually raped her sister, Amy Dallon does wonderful things in Worm"

Okay, not really, not even close, but still. That is a very big 'apart from' to just... set aside. :rofl:

 it had been a nice night.  Thai food, five of us lounging on two couches, watching an action movie on a huge entertainment system with surround sound.  I wasn’t forgetting what they were, but I rationalized that I had no reason to feel bad about spending time with them when we were – for all intents and purposes – just a group of teenagers hanging out.  Besides, it was for a good cause, if it meant they relaxed around me and maybe revealed secrets.  Right?

Capacity for self-rationalization, thy name is Taylor. :rofl:

Even though I knew, rationally, that I probably wasn’t on the list of their top five things to talk about and that they likely weren’t talking about me, I felt my heart sink.  

No, you probably are. I'm pretty sure you live rent free in both Taylor and Emma's heads and always will. A year and a half of targeting bullying, day in, day out.

Honestly, like, forget the immorality and awfulness of doing that, just... committing to that much bullying to one person that consistently - It just feels like it would be exhausting.

 One of the other girls noticed and chuckled, leaned closer to Sophia as Sophia whispered something in her ear, then they both laughed.  My cheeks flushed with humiliation.  

Like I said. Rent Free.

 For one and three-quarter school years, I had been putting up with this shit.  I’d been going against the current for a long time, and even though I was aware of the consequences I’d face if I kept missing school like this, it was so much easier to stop pushing so hard against the current and just step in the other direction. My hands jammed into my pockets, already feeling an ambivalent sort of relief, I caught the bus back to the docks.

Life advice from Skitter:

"Drop out of school, and become a supervillain kids!"

:rofl:

(But also, good on you Taylor. In this case, quitting school is the better choice. Fukitol and all that)

[crispycrunchyyummers]

A little Fyolai one shot thing based off of something I saw on Pinterest. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was a day like any other, Fyodor was sitting in his office studying for hours on end, Sigma at his casino, and Nikolai… here. All by his lonesome, and oh so bored. At first, he thought it would be fun to cover Sigma's bed in sticky notes, and it was… until he finished and had to wait until Sigma got back, and that wouldn’t happen for another few hours. He ended up putting sticky notes on his window, shower glass, and his bookshelf, just for good measure.

Then he walked around the house, eventually he started whining as he walked in circles. “I’m so boooooooorrrrreeeedddddd…. Uuuuuuggggghhhhhh…… Woe is meeee.. Poor Nikolai….”. Seeing as that did nothing for him he decided to try and “Get a hobby” as Sigma constantly told him to do anytime he got mad about one of Nikolai’s pranks.

He decided to write. He had a lot of good ideas, he was the jester of the DOA, of course he had good ideas. He started to scrabble down a story about the time he sewed someone’s skin back on them, inside out. He was getting quite into it until he felt someone peering over his shoulder, he knew that cold calculating glare anywhere.

“Dos-kun~! Whatcha doing out of your cave~?” Nikolai asks happily, turning to face Fyodor. “I came for water. What are you doing?” He asks in his usual stoic demeanor. Nikolai was happy that Fyodor was interested in what he was doing since he usually brushed his antics off as “Nikolai just being Nikolai” and walked away back to his cave.

“I’m writing a story~” Nikolai replies pridefully, Fyodor raises his eyebrows slightly and picks up the piece of paper.

“God Nikolai, your handwriting is horrendous. It more resembles the scratchings of a mad caveman.” Nikolai pretends that his words don’t hurt. “Not all of us are blessed with grateful calligraphy like yours.” He responds, smiling up at Fyodor, who returns the look in a much calmer, hard-to-read expression.

Fyodor suddenly pulls out the chair next to Nikolai and sits down elegantly. “Here, give me your hand.” he instructs, holding out his own hand. Nikolai happily gives Fyodor his right hand, not really knowing why, but happy to hold the other man's hand regardless. Fyodor puts the pen in Nikolai's hand, puts Nikolai's hand in Fyodor's own right hand, and then starts to gracefully guide Nikolai's hand and pen across the paper. Beautiful words start to pour from the pen, from Nikolai’s hand, from Fyodor's hand, from their hands…

“See Kyola? Cellography is simple.” Fyodor says calmly, but Nikolai was hardly paying attention to the paper, pen, or the elegant words. Every aspect of his thoughts and feelings were on his hand in Fyodor's own. The feeling of Fyodor's small thin hand cupping Nikolai’s much larger hand sent shivers through his brain and spine. He suppresses the tremors that want to run through his body and the blush wanting to rise in his cheeks. God, he wishes he hadn't worn his gloves today.

“Nikolai? Are you paying attention? You’ll never learn if you don’t focus.” Fyodor scolds, but doesn't let go of Nikolai’s hand. Nikolai was paying perfect attention, just not to the hand writing.

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The guys go camping, which is something Davy has never done before. Although it's different and an adjustment, he actually doesn't hate it and likes when they cook over the fire, especially when he can have a s'more! Davy also enjoys when they just sit around the fire and talk, but then Micky starts telling scary stories and of course Davy gets scared and clings to Mike. Mike has to scold Micky and tell him not to scare the baby!

Davy insists on sleeping in Mike's tent because he feels safe with Mike. At night, Davy snuggles up close to Mike to stay warm and feel safe.

Davy likes to stare at the fire and tends to fall asleep while looking at it because it's so soothing and relaxing. Mike has to carry him back to the tent when the others all go to bed.

Yes! Davy was super excited and its all he spoke about the week leading up to it! He made Mike pitch the tent inside so he could sleep in it in the living room which helped him adjust and be prepared a lot.

Micky and Mike had to keep a very careful watch on both Peter and Davy whenever they roasted anything over the fire because Davy always dropped his in the flames and Peter managed to set his on fire a surprising amount of times. Whenever the wind blew the smoke towards Davy he wouldn’t move but he’d cough super dramatically until someone got him to move. The next day Micky put the soot on his face like war paint and made up some game where he was a caveman trying to eat the others which frightened both Peter and Davy but Mike didnt stop him because the running got all their energy out before the long drive home

Micky begs for a scary story so Mike tells a very child friendly tame one but Micky’s not impressed and makes up the most horrifically mad story ever and has both Peter and Davy crying and clinging to Mike. If the fire weren’t between them Mike would’ve strangled Micky

Davy and Mike each have separate sleeping bags but somehow Mike wakes up with Davy smooshed into his with him. Davy keeps getting frightened during the night by the sounds of the forest (and Micky pretending to be a bear outside at one point) so he curls up to Mike as close as possible. Mikes well used to Davy being clingy so he doesn’t mind all too much but vows to zip their sleeping bags together or to buy a bigger one the next time.

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My Top 10 Unhinged Movie Recommendations

This isn't top 10 favorite movies. This is my top 10 movies to recommend when I want to make sure that person NEVER asks me for recs again. When I want to go nuclear in my weird shit(TM) this is what I go with, in ascending order. 10. Freaks by Todd Browning

I love showing this to people. Folks are like "oh hey is this a horror movie?" and then I show it to them. It's not a horror movie, unless Normies are the horror. I love sitting in a room where people slowly realize this isn't a horror moive, but a well done domestic drama. It's just a drama where the cast doesn't look like hollywood stars. It's a god damn masterpiece about a man who is forsaking this family to find mainstream acceptance and how his family fights to save him despite everything. 10/10 Masterpiece. Some folks question whether or not it is exploitative that Todd Browning made this movie. I've made sure the guy is dead so no matter what he's not going to make money either way.

9. The very beginning and very end of Streets of Fire.

Patrick Willems was right about this. Watch the first bit and then skip to the end to get a dramatic epic of rock music, motorcycles, and Wilhem Defoe fighting in a sledgehammer duel. Beautiful movie. Then people request to see the full movie, the fools. I show the full movie because they know not what they do. Then they don't like it. I told them this at the beginning. There are no sledgehammer fights in the middle of the movie. Why watch this if it's not a musical number or hammer time?

8. The Dark Crystal's bootleg director's cut

Cowards watch movies in languages they understand. Sometimes they use subtitles to pretend they are open to new experiences. Watch a god damn movie in a fictional language that no one speaks, you plebians. No subtitles, no explanations. Just watch the movie and have a great experience seeing the puppets portray the story using body language. Expand your horizons. It wasn't made on drugs, it just was made with more courage than you or I will ever have. Get fucking weird before you die.

7. Harry Potter and the Deadly Weapons

The last one was a bootleg reconstructing a lost film. This bootleg creates a new movie. Harry Potter with GUNS. It starts with an old guy shooting out all the lights in a street, and keeps on going from there. You want to see true cinema? Watch Emma Watson shoot Neville Longbottom in the face.

6. Lo

Romance is dead. There was a romance here. But it got killed and dragged to hell. This man is trying to summon love from hell. All he summons is ham and also overly dramatic soundtrack. Most of the movie is two actors sitting in the dark being assholes to each other. They actually have amazing chemistry. The Demon, Lo, is amazing and my scrungly blorbo or whatever the fuck people say. It's also a musical.

5. The Man From Earth

This is actually just a good movie. It's like what if a movie was also a bunch of smug people's podcast. However, they all are used to being smug and podcasting as most of them are from Star Trek. Beautiful and wonderful performances about a bunch of nerds arguing about a caveman Buddhist Jesus. It's a palate cleanser for what else is in store.

4. Existenz

People like to talk about Cronenberg and how shocking Videodrome is or something like that. Thing is people don't talk about this weird shit as much. David Cronenberg is a gamer and he made the ultimate gamer movie: where the scary stuff is physical contact and metaphors for sex. Watch people graft new orfices on to shove gaming consoles into them. What if the matrix had a gun that shoots teeth? Yeah it doesn't have the gunfingerpenis from other cronengerg movies. However it does have a game controller made of asymmetrical nipples.

3. Lair of the White Worm

Scottish Snake Vampires. That's actually pretty cool and sounds great. Hugh Grant and the Doctor from Doctor Who have a bromance. Why is it on here? Because the director was too horny. Random nudity is the most tame and normal part of this movie. I am not against the human body being used in art. I also think people shouldn't be ashamed of their bodies.

Except this director. He ends the movie with Hugh Grant lifting up Peter Capaldi's kilt and Capaldi bites him. Want to make movie night uncomfortable for everyone? Show this. Porn is less horny.

2. Wizards

This movie has so many great bits. The thing is you know about the great bits because no one wants to watch the whole thing. Imagine a movie with all the issues of Lair of the White Worm, while also made by a man who is by volume 80% cocaine, 10% rivalry with R. Crumb, and 10% mommy issues. Then have Mark Hamil show up for like five minutes. Then turn it into a commentary on fascist propaganda. It's the greatest artistic achievement in making movies that will make no one happy at movie night.

Possession (uncut version)

This is the nuclear option. If i don't want people to talk to me ever again, I'll show them this movie. You want to see a film made by the most Divorced man ever? Sure let's watch this. Elon Musk wishes he was this movie, but he, like everyone who sees this film, is a coward. The fucked up film that was banned in the UK for decades tells us the truly greatest fear of men: A version of the man who is a better husband than they are, especially if it's a living pile of raw viscera that is better at satisfying their spouse in bed.

No one i've shown this movie to has talked to me afterwards. I use it like pest control folks used DDT back in the day. Ironically, the movie has the same effect on Condor eggs. One day, however, i will show this to someone and they will like it. In that case, I will have three options:

-The person will be my new best friend.

-The person will be a cinderella-glass-slipper true love fit for me.

-This person will kill me in the next 24 hours.

All three of these will be true. The person who fits this will inherit my social media accounts, and be cursed with them until they complete this cycle again with someone else.

Anyways thank you for liking and subscribing to my Ted Talk.

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CONTENTS- one shot, younger sister x older brothers best friend (both over 18yrs of age), smut, swearing\vulgar language, mentions of SA, mentions of alcohol

Anora stumbled as Alex pulled her into the bathroom and closed the door. He gripped her by the hair and pulled her over to the toilet, and when he shoved his fingers into her mouth Anora bit down, hard, glaring at him as he hissed and tightened his grip.

“You need to puke, now.”

“Wuck ooh a-ol!”

“You’re usually smarter than this, since when do you just let someone get your drinks? That dipshit you were talking to and the guy he was with? Last time he was around here, some girls were found beat up in a motel the next day, and one of them was seen leaving a planned parenthood a month later. No reports that anyone knows of, but you can put two and two together.”

Anora froze, then snarled as he pushed his fingers deeper before choking and bending over the toilet as what little she’d eaten came up. Alex still had his grip on her hair, and when she was done he pulled her up and turned her to the sink, finally letting go when she turned on the water. Rinsing her mouth out, Anora glared at him through the mirror before turning to slap him, hard, her wet hand leaving a red print around his beard almost immediately, and he met her eyes with a glare of his own.

“You’re a pain the ass you know that?”

“Then leave me the fuck already!”

“I would if you’d use the brain we both you have and quit making my life difficult.”

“I’m not the one who’s so emotionally stunted he turns into a caveman when his best and only friend goes away.”

“No, you’re just the liar who’d rather pretend that everything is going exactly as planned than face the reality of the consequences your actions have.”

“Yes I’m a liar fine, but you haven’t exactly been a saint yourself Alex. Does Ashley know you’ve been watching your besties little sister less than subtly rather than doing your part for the wedding, because as your fiance that’s certainly something she should know.”

“Ashley and I called off the engagement months ago,” Alex said, stepping into her as she backed into the sink, “and that doesn’t absolve you of all the silly shit you’ve been doing. You lied to Dick about work, you lied to your mom and friends about your piece of shit ex, you lied to ex about me, and you’ve lied to me about everything. I had to find out from Rachel fucking Furman about tonight, and that’s only because she still wants to fuck me to fuck with you.”

“Go and fuck her then. You couldn’t keep up with me anyway, so go fuck her or Ashley or whoever else you want, and let me live.”

“Can’t fuck who I want. She’s my best friends baby sister and I can’t stand liars.”

Anora blinked at him, then scoffed and pushed him back, leaving the bathroom to go to her room. Alex followed her, closing the door behind him, and Anora took of her heels as she smirked at him.

“So let me get this straight. Since Dick left, when you insulated me, insulted my friends, badgered me about Ethan and that whole situation, came to my job and nearly got me fired, followed me to and from my classes and work, fucked your fiance… sorry ex fiance apparently, in front of me and then berated me for it, and then just now dragged me away from a stress relieving activity to then force your fingers down my throat, all of that was because you wanted to fuck me? Are you stupid? You realize the whole ‘ he bullies you because he likes you’ thing is both juvenile and toxic yes?”

“It’s not that simple.”

“Isn’t it? When did this even happen, we’ve known each other for years and all of a sudden you’re interested? What, do you have some forbidden fruit kink or something?”

“You really think this is happening just because you’re Dicks sister? Besides, we both know you’ve been watching me as much as I’ve been watching you, maybe just as long.”

“I don’t give a flying fuck about you,” Anora said, but her heart was racing. He knew? All this time, he knew about her stupid crush and did nothing? That made this even more ridiculous. Alex strode over to her and held her waist, pulling her into him, and Anora glared up at him as he smirked down at her.

“You’re still lying.”

“And you’re still an asshole. Let go of me.”

“Not a chance. I want you to admit what you did tonight was stupid and reckless.”

“Fuck you. I’m not sleeping with you just because you’re bored and horny and I’m the only person around. That’s the only reason you really want to fuck me right?”

“Not even close.”

“Now who’s lying?”

“Only you.”

“Tell you what. Let’s both tell one truth, and then you get the hell out of my room.”

“You couldn’t keep up with me.”

“Try me.”

Alex pushed her back then, and Anora gritted her teeth as he went over her and pressed his leg between hers, her skirt coming up as he ground his knee against her pussy. Pulling her hands above her head , Alex then held both in one hand while he pressed down on her stomach with the other, and when she bit her lip to keep the sound building in her throat down, he smirked down at her before leaning to whisper into her ear.

“I have this fantasy where after I fuck you six ways to Sunday and back, I wake up with my cock still buried inside you. I’ll watch you wonder why you feel so warm, and when you move your hips to milk me dry, I pin you down and kiss that pretty neck of yours when you realize you’ve been caught and lie again, saying ‘I’m not into this’ or ‘it means nothing’. I’ll say, ‘look at my pretty girl, stuffed with cum and still so hungry,’ and your filthy fucking mouth will open up for me when I put my fingers down your throat again, just for fun. I’ll get to push deeper into you and listen to every sound that limp dick Ethan could never fuck out of you, and when you come I’ll say, ‘there’s my naughty little liar’, and you’ll lie again. You’ll say you’re not mine or that he did it better, but I’ll know. I know every time you lie because you bite that lip and tap your fingers when you do, and I’ll be so deep inside you I’ll feel your heartbeat through your pussy and fuck you again, and again, and again. I’ll fuck the lies right out of that mouth, and you’ll never tell me another one because you’ll be too busy gulping around my dick when I empty it in this pretty throat of yours. And the reason all that’s gonna stay a fantasy, the real honest to God truth why I don’t rip off this skirt and finally taste you, is because even though I want you so much I lose my mind a little more every day, your brothers my best friend, my family, and I’d rather have only one of you in my life than lose both of you.”

Alex let go of her then, his body tense and breath heavy, and Anora swallowed as she shook from the sudden loss of heat. She could see the hard on through his jeans, and she watched as he flexed his hands before balling them into fists at his sides, his eyes on her tits as she fought to steady her breath. The whole time he’d spoke, she could swore she could feel every moment. She could feel his warm, his touch, how heavy he’d be on her body, how hard he would move inside her, how his hands would move across her burning skin, how his breath would feel on her body.

“Well,” Alex said, his voice tight as he glared down at her, “your turn Terror. Tell me one truth, the whole truth, and I’ll walk out of here right now.”

“…I want you to. I’ve wanted you to do that and more for years, and I hate it. I hate that I want you. I hate where you stand in my life. I hate you for always being there and knowing it means nothing. I decided to move on, but you always being around makes it hard. So I bury it. I bury it with work and sex and lies, and I’ve made myself get used to not having you, because I know you never could be mine. I know I’m a liar, and I’ll lie every day to keep the truth buried so deep I forget it’s even there. I want you, but I also hate you. And I think that little fantasy of yours would be the best and worst thing to happen to us.”

They looked at each other in silence for what felt like forever, and then Alex took a deep breath, and walked away, leaving Anora alone in the darkness of her room.