#can we all just enjoy the god dammit show for a second??

[ladywhistleballs]

Do people really complain about costume accuracy? Really?? Since when did we all watch bridgerton because of accuracy? Nothing in bridgerton is about reality?!

[thebisexualdogdad]

Buggy the clown x male reader. Buggy’s being difficult and annoying so he loses sex privileges. So we take his dick. “Mine now.”

Buggy x Male!reader - Detached

"But Y/N I don't want to have dinner with your friends," Buggy huffs, standing completely naked in front of you with a nice suit laid out on the bed in the room you two had been staying in.

The crew had traveled back to syrup village so Usopp could see Kaya and all you had asked Buggy to do was wear one of the suits from the wardrobe she so graciously offered you guys but he was being as stubborn and difficult as ever.

"Don't you want to dress up nice just for a night?" You ask, crossing your arms over your chest to show him you were upset with him.

"The suit isn't the problem, well it sort of is the boys have no room to breathe in that thing," he says gesturing to his junk, "but haven't I tolerated your friends enough? I've been stuck on a boat with them for three months and I haven't killed any of them yet."

"Buggy if you and me are going to work you have to try to actually like my friends not just tolerate them," you state.

"But they are so annoying," he says dramatically, "and do I need to remind you they kept my head in a bag!"

"Fine," you say, grabbing his exposed dick right off his body thanks to his separation powers, "this is mine now."

"Y/N!!" Buggy shouts looking down at where his dick is supposed to be and then back up to your hand where it currently is, "give it back!"

"Nope, you aren't getting this or sex again until you promise you will try to get along with my friends."

Even detached from his body his dick was reacting to your touch and started to stiffen in your hand.

"Dammit why am I getting turned on by this," he mumbles, "fine, fine I will be nice to your friends."

"I don't know if I believe you," you say just to mess with him.

"I will, I will I promise, now please give me my dick back," he pleads.

Buggy's dick is only growing harder and it gives you an idea, an idea that you know Buggy would absolutely enjoy.

"Actually, I've thought of something better to do before dinner," you smirk, raising his dick to your mouth and popping the tip between your lips.

Buggy groans, fully feeling what you are doing to him.

He's staring at you in awe, wanting to touch himself but that part of him is already preoccupied.

You release his dick from your lips with a pop and set it upright on the bed next to the suit, "I want to see you fuck yourself Bug."

He nods excitedly, crawling onto the bed and situating himself above his own dick, letting you guide it inside him.

"Oh god," he moans when he bottoms out.

"Does that feel good? Your own dick inside you?" You ask.

Buggy can't get any words out, only sounds of pleasure filling the room answering your question.

"Better get moving, dinner starts in twenty minutes," you tell him, standing back and watching him begin to bounce on his dick.

He's moaning loudly at the feeling of getting fucked by his own dick, why did he never think to do this before?

You undo the buttons of the slacks you had chosen to wear to dinner and he groans when he sees your own hard dick peeking through the top of your underwear.

"Please let me suck you off," he begs, still bouncing steadily.

You lower the band of your underwear, your dick flopping out so you can stroke yourself.

"You want to suck me off?" You ask, stepping closer to buggy but just out of his reach.

"Please, please baby I swear I'll behave, I'll wear the suit, I'll do whatever you want just let me suck you off while I ride my dick," he says, reaching out for you.

"Well since you asked so nicely," you chuckle, letting Buggy grab your waist and pull you close enough for him to eagerly take your dick in his mouth.

It's sloppy as he's riding himself but damn does it feel good with his moans reverberating through your body.

He grabs your ass, pushing you towards him even closer so he chokes on your dick, gagging but loving every second of it.

"Good boy Buggy," you say, playing with his blue hair and he expertly bobs his head letting the tip hit the back of his throat repeatedly.

He's so close, he can feel himself reaching the edge but he holds off knowing how amazing it would be to feel you cum in his throat at the same time he cums in himself.

And he's right.

After a few more blissful minutes of sucking you off you're shooting cum directly down his throat which takes him over the edge as he fills his own ass with his cum.

His eyes are glazed in a post cum euphoria when you pull your dick out of his mouth, cum dribbling down his chin and a smile on his face.

He slowly stops riding himself, raising his hips so his cum covered dick can fly back to where it's supposed to be and he collapses onto the mattress.

"That was the most amazing thing I've ever experienced," he says, chest heaving with his dick still twitching.

"I'm glad you had fun," you laugh, stuffing your dick back in your pants, "now hurry up and get dressed, we have to be downstairs in two minutes.

"Okay, okay," he says lazily rolling off the bed, "but we gotta do that again sometime."

You hand him the suit and grin, "if you keep your promise maybe next time we'll see if you can take my dick and your own dick at the same time."

His jaw drops at just the thought of it, "you are a fucking genuis."

"Thanks baby but seriously put that damn suit on I'm hungry and don't want to miss appetizers."

[mayisgoingnuts]

“ Healthy way to calm down “

-> ROSIE TICKLE FIC

Summary: Roy's solution to relieve stress is... quite aggressive, to say the bare minimum. But now that he got a conscious girlfriend, he's practically forced to let go of such habit and find a better one, seeing that it only causes MORE damage. In the end, Susie's idea can be pretty "dumb"... but works surprisingly well.

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Disclaimers: Angry Roy (duh), Brief "Teenagers of opposite sex alone in a room" kind of talk/vent, fluffy tickles, A LOT OF TEASES /silly ;; nothing else :]

Author's Note: Holy shit it's been so long since I've written a tickle fic kwhdjshdw LET'S SEE HOW IT GOES!!! Hope you guys enjoy!!

Tagging my dearest pookies for criticism/silly /hj @clownazon @merwynsartblog

“ What the hell are you doing?! ”

Susie yelled, pulling Roy back almost as instinct. He leaved for a moment, A MOMENT to go talk to his parents because they called... and he's already like this. Pissed, almost throwing a glass (that is inside his bedroom for God-knows-how-long) on the floor.

The boy just groaned, holding the glass tight and turning his head towards her with a louder tone.

“ Let go of me!! ”

“ Then answer my question, dammit! ”

Roy scowled, rolling his eyes and finally letting his grasp loose slightly. “ TRYING to calm myself down! Are you blind?! ”

Susie just stood there for less than ten seconds, sighing and taking the cup out of his hand, now showing more worry than before, although not letting it too explicit. She placed it on the bedside table again.

They just stayed quiet, Roy with his arms crossed as he looked away. Susie fidgeted her fingers, giving him some time before speaking up.

“ ..they said some messed up bullshit, didn't they? ”

She asked. Roy just looked down, frowning even harder.

“ It's not even that damn serious.. my dad just complained again about staying alone with you and all that... old people talk. ” He huffed. “ That's getting fucking annoying. ”

In a way, she's glad that it's not anything too deep... but if it's enough to get him like this, then looks like reason enough to not just laugh it off.

“ Yeah, that really sucks. Kinda makes me feel like some sort of wild animal or something. ”

“ Hmph. I can control myself... actually, it's not like I even want anything! ” Despite being glad that he's being understood, the anger is slowly building again. “ Just because those old ass people didn't had TV and had kids like if it was a sport, it doesn't mean I will! ”

“ Mhm! ”

“ Just... UGH!! I can't do ONE thing without them complaining about it! Letting you come by was already a pain, now I got another whole ass problem! ”

“ Mhm... ” She's slowly noticing his voice getting stronger.

“ What's next? Making me stay with you in the living room? Because THEY WOULD! ”

“ Mm..? Roy? ”

“ Can't have one fucking thing inside this damn house, never fucking ever! ”

“ Roy. ”

“ I'M NOT EVEN SURE HOW THEY LET ME HAVE A GIRLFRIEND STILL-! ”

As Roy began to pull his own hair, Susie stopped decided not to just agree with a nod anymore, grabbing his wrists and approaching his face to hers.

“ ROY! ”

The boy finally woke up to reality, having his eyes widened for a few seconds before frowning again.

“ You have to calm down, at this rate you'll try to break something else- ”

“ That's how I calm down, dammit. ”

The comment caught her off-guard, raising an eyebrow. “ ..by breaking things? ”

“ Meh. Or like, hitting my pillow until my hands get tired or start to hurt. Whatever shit that works. ”

This is definitely not a good sign, and now just more than ever she's up to change that. She looks around, trying to find something that could help.

“ Maybe we can play some games? ”

“ I'll lose. And then I'll just get even more pissed. ”

“ Uh... then what about watching TV? ”

“ No. ”

She thinks a little more, visibly struggling. All the options she gave didn't received any positive reactions, but giving up is definitely not happening either. Tired, Susie decided to just jump to the old, clingy options.

“ ..cuddles? ” She muttered, not used to saying it outloud just yet. They're not the type of being explicitly lovely.

Roy's eyes finally show any interest, but hiding it right afterwards. “ What, are you that desperate to make me shut up? ”

“ Yes or no, idiot. ”

He just stared in silence for some more seconds, now blushing lightly. “ ..yeah, dumbass. ”

The both of them just quietly moved to the bed, laying down as Susie decides to be the big spoon this time, hugging Roy with his back turned at her. However, despite being comfortable, she could still see some annoyance on his face. Not that it was bad, but his mind is still thinking about it regardless.

“ Can't stop thinking about them? ”

Roy clenched his fists. “ Mhm. ”

The girl sighed, squeezing him once as an attempt to be more affectionate. This isn't working... sure, he's not aggressive anymore, but that's just not enough. She wanted him in a good mood, not just... quiet. If she just wanted him to stay quiet, she would've just told him to shut up or smacked his head, which is definitely not the case.

This is all too complicated... nothing comes to her mind, at all. All she can do to express support is leave a soft kiss on the back of his neck, pulling down the collar of his sweater to do so.

For some odd reason, his head went back slightly along with a low hum, trying to intervene her peck.

“ Hm? ”

Roy slowly returned to the old position, resting his arms on Susie's once again, not paying much attention to it. Which is the opposite of Susie's case.

Just to check it again, her lips once again touched his skin. It sent a shiver down his spine, and his knees discreetly moved up, already prepared to just curl up onto a ball.

“ Quit it. It tickles. ”

He finally revealed, not even looking back at her. Those words sounded like a click to her brain. Of course! That's the same technique she uses with Pump when he's upset! Well, kinda... either way, she could easily try that!

If he doesn't get annoyed with tickling, that is...

And once again, Susie repeated the same movement as before, this time not letting go immediately, but still not doing it so consecutively. It can be considered a test.

“ H-Hey, I said it tickles. ”

Susie simply hugged him tighter, and it was enough for him to get the message: she's more than aware of such fact. Roy bends his neck backwards once again, trying to frown even harder to contain the reactions she's trying to force out of him.

“ Are you serious? I thought y-you... wanted to help me- ”

“ And I do. ”

“ Well, t-this is not helping! ”

And for his own unluck, his body decided to betray him. Roy's words were contradicted as soon as that same smile slowly revealed itself, along with a quick 'pfft' noise.

“ What? I didn't got it. ”

Roy innocently tried to repeat. “ I said- ”

Before the realization could even hit, he's already feeling her kisses back to his neck, this time a bit quicker than before.

“ Motherfuhucker! ”

Is the first thing that comes out, now hearing his own chuckles starting to be more and more frequent.

“ Don't be so whiny, I'm calming you down! ” The girl teased, now having to keep him closer to not let him escape.

There's nothing he could do but giggle, trying to push his body away and failing miserably in the process. But it's not like he's actually trying.

“ Lehehet go of mehehe! ”

“ Mwah! ”

“ Dohon't 'm-mwah' me, yohou jerk! ”

Susie gave a brief pause on her little talk for the dramatic purposes, only to say it outloud again. “ Mmmwah! ”

His breathing hitched for a moment, finally managing to atleast turn his body towards her. It made it easier for him to push her ticklish kisses away, putting his hands on her mouth to get that pause he's been craving for (?) ever since she started.

“ Hehehe.. you suck... ”

Now that he's finally facing her, the smile glued on Roy's expression is way more visible. How did he expected her to let go or stop so quickly while looking like this? So adorable and, specially, happy? Yeah, definitely not happening.

“ Ooh, I do? ” Asked, her voice slightly muffled because of the palms covering her own mouth.

He smirked cockily. “ Y-Yeah, you d- EEK! ”

If the boy was planning to return to his previous state, he can already give up on it. A hand suddenly crawled to under his shirt, making him arch his back as the same mentioned spot now had Susie's fingers taking care of it.

“ Suhuhusie!! ”

“ You're too ungrateful. I help you, and then you say that I suck! You're an ass! ”

He tried to pay attention to her playful words, but her nails softly going up and down made it way more difficult than it should be. “ Shuhuhut up! ”

“ AND tells me to shut up! ”

“ You're sohoho lucky thahat you're my girlfriehehend, you fuhu- ” Any words afterwards just turned into a bunch of gibberish, covering his face as an awful attempt to hide.

It just made him notice how hot his own cheeks were getting, what not only didn't helped with the embarassment, but also worsened it.

“ Uh-huh... it's more like the opposite. You are lucky that you're my boyfriend. ”

“ And whahat being yohohour boyfriend hehehelps here?? ”

Susie's fake composture broke slightly, but she kept trying to look angry or unbothered. It's still pretty obvious what her true intentions are, but this is way funnier regardless.

“ I mean, if you weren't, I would've just done... this! ”

For demonstration, Susie's fingers suddenly jumped from his back to his ribs. It was more than enough to get him to absolutely lose it, laughing and wiggling his legs around as they sometimes kick the air out of instinct.

“ NOHOHO!! SUHUHUSIEEE! ”

“ See? Then I would be a bastard. ”

A few snorts began to escape Roy's lips. Should he be muffling his own laughter to not let it get too loud? Trying to stop her? Pushing her? Keeping her close? At the same time that he had a lot of options and thoughts, he also didn't had anything going on there. Just... tickles, and laughter. And Susie's face.

“ I GET IT, I GEHEHET IT! ”

“ And I would also say stuff like- ”

“ DOHON'T YOU DARE! ” Susie did nothing but giggle and keeping on.

“ Wow, you're so ticklish! Or: Wow, you can't even take a few kisses on your neck! ”

Gosh, it only worsened his situation. His face soon is turning crimson red, she can hear his stupid ass laugh loud and clear, and probably anyone close to the door could too. Roy just continued to hug himself, trying to lessen the sensations.

“ STOHOP TALKIHIHING! ”

“ Oor maybeeee... wow, how stupidly cute your laugh is right now! ”

Without even thinking, Roy covered his mouth, now being nothing but a bunch of muffled noises. This only turned into more fuel to Susie's teasing.

“ How red your face iiis... ”

And just like expected, Roy buried his hot face onto Susie's chest. Her fingers didn't got any slower, her body didn't got any more distant, the damn tickling didn't got any less effective.

And if you think that returning her fingers to his back would solve the last 'problem'... it didn't. He may be back to the giggling and weak kicks, but it still had the exact same impact.

“ I- hmphh- hehehehe- ”

Roy had to wait a little before finally speaking again, unable to not hold anything. He wanted to squirm, but it'd end up pushing her away. As a solution, he just grabbed the collar of his sweater and pulled it up, hiding most part his mouth still and with his grasp so tight that he already felt his own nails through the clothing.

“ I hate yohohou so damn much..! ”

Said the same boy who willingly stayed on her arms, not doing anything about it while his precious girlfriend continued to tickle and help her boyfriend in need.

[teaandransacking]

Hey, i was wondering if I might request a little something? I hoped you might be able to write something about Lockwood x reader, where the reader is from fittes and there is like a enemy to lovers kind of arch. Thank you very much I adore your writing!

Thankyou SO much <3

I couldn't quite get them to the lovers stage but I hope you enjoy this.

They don’t even wear a uniform, for God’s sake.

How is anyone meant to know who agents work for without some sort of uniform?

It’s what you thought that day in the library, when Anthony Lockwood showed off some annoyingly impressive rapier skills and launched Kipps’ own sword into the ceiling. 

He had, in fact, needed a ladder.

You’d thought about Lockwood’s face a lot after that - the smug little smirk.

And you hated that you didn’t always think about him with irritation. Sometimes you thought about kissing that smug little smile off his face.

Ugh.

The next time was at the party., under lights that flattered his - okay, fantastic - bone structure way too much. He was with Lucy (who looked fabulous in that electric blue dress), while you stuck with Bobby and Kipps, taking advantage of the little coq au vents.

Lockwood caught your eye as you passed through the crowd, close enough to speak.

“Lucy not around to protect you?” you asked, keeping your tone saccharine sweet.

He just raised a brow. “Unlike Fittes’ crew, I don’t feel the need to hide behind someone, or something, else.” He shrugged. “What you see is what you get.”

“Which is fine, if you want a two-bit agency run by a teenage boy.”

If the words bristled, he didn’t show it, just aimed that megawatt smile at you. You curled your hand into a fist, letting the bite of your nails distract you from how diverting he was. 

“A boutique agency well used to pivoting to accommodate bespoke requests. If you’ll excuse me.”

And off he went, slipping into the crowd, leaving you vibrating with frustration, but also, already missing him.

The next time you see him, it’s nowhere near as glamorous a setting. The local supermarket, in fact. He’s standing by a display of fruit, and his arm is in a sling. You do a double take for a second - he isn’t wearing his suit, but instead a pair of jeans - jeans? - and a t-shirt, to, you assume, make room for the sling.

He fumbles the paper bag and it slips out of his hands, dancing through the air towards the floor. “Dammit,” you hear him mumble.

You nip forward and catch it, and you look up when he looks down, and your eyes meet.

“I might’ve known,” he says softly as you offer him the bag. “Kipps send you to gloat over my invalid state?”

“No, actually. I’m just here buying apples, like you,” you scoff. “And Kipps asks after you, you know? He isn’t all bad. It’s just his way. He’s a great agent.”

Something passes over Lockwood’s face, but he doesn’t disagree. You wish he would make some snippy comment, but apparently, he’s too much of a gentleman for that. 

You respect that, and it annoys you. 

“Can I help?” you ask instead, gesturing to the paper bag. “You can’t hold that and pick apples.”

Why you’ve offered, you don’t know. But you do know that he smells of earl grey tea and magazine pages and citrus, and it’s heady, intoxicating, and when he says, “Thankyou, I appreciate it,” his accent is as crisp as the first bite into a Braeburn on an autumn day.

He asks for three Pink Lady apples - George’s favourite - three Jazz, and three Red Delicious. You inhale greedily as you select the last three, they smell fresh and naturally sweet.

“These are divine. So tempting.”

“On that, we agree,” he responds, and is it your imagination, or do you feel his gaze linger on your mouth?

You are obviously going insane. Lockwood isn’t interested in you. Your main activity when together is trading barbs.

Which is kind of fun-

You help him take the apples to the checkout. He aims that blinding smile at the cashier and gets his fruit bagged for him, and then you head out the door together.

“Well, it was nice to see you in a situation where neither of us wants to use our rapiers on the other,” he begins.

You laugh. “Speak for yourself.”

“Well, then. Until next time.” And he turns toward Portland Row.

“Wait!” You call to his back. His legs go on for days in those jeans. It should be illegal. 

He stops, and then slowly turns. The breeze tugs at one loose lock of his dark hair. He could be on magazine covers. You love that and you hate it. 

“What is it?”

You cast around for the reason you’ve asked him to stop. There isn’t one, other than the fact you feel drawn to him. He gives off a sort of comforting energy; you want that. “Do you like apple pie?”

His eyes narrow for a second. “Of course. Who doesn’t like apple pie?”

“Well, I have a great recipe, if you’ve got flour and butter and sugar for pastry.”

“Considering George would rather fall on his sword than be found without a well stocked larder, I’m confident that we have those things. Both he and Lucy are out, though - at the Archives, and after, Lucy’s off for a few days, to visit a friend.” His gaze stays trained on yours. “So you’d be stuck with just me.”

Your stomach twists with anticipation - both of the pie, and being alone with him. “Well, that depends. How do you take instruction?”

A smile tugs up the corner of his mouth. “I can’t say it’ll all be smooth sailing.”

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

Three hours and one almost perfect apple pie later, you find out that he takes instructions on kissing way better than baking.

But that’s perfect. Because it wouldn’t be fun not to trade barbs some of the time.

[berrypass-de-murdler]

2 - 26 Institutionalized Murder

A second season begins!

I guess it was longer than I thought between now and when I posted the MOTLE premiere

WAAAAAAA BABAY BERYL

let's get into it!

DON'T READ THE EPISODES WITHOUT READING THE BOOKS!!

Both Logico and Irratino have no choice but to take long, boring flights back home. They’re so exhausted… but when Goat Lord finally sees Logico, in person, slowly waddling in from a distance-

IRRATINO: [goat scream]

He runs SO fast over to Logico, and picks him up and gives him a back-breaking squeeze. 

LOGICO: [scream] IRRATINO: [unintelligible] LOGICO: OKAY, if one of us doesn’t speak a real word, we will NEVER get out of this.

Irratino plops.

IRRATINO: Logico, I have been waiting for you for SO LONG! Oh god, I’m so glad you’re alright… I couldn’t sleep for weeks! But now, you’re here again! And we can be a team again!

He kicks his feet in excitement and can’t sit still. What is Logico supposed to do with this goober??

LOGICO: Irratino… I’m very happy to see you too. I’m just… stressed. The dark secret of the Violet Isles was pure pain and suffering, just as I imagined. And I’m still shaken up. IRRATINO: Oh, Logico… 

He relaxes and motions for a hug. Logico snuggles. 

IRRATINO: You gotta stop worrying about politics. You’re free now! Enjoy the respite while it’s here. LOGICO: I can try… IRRATINO: Let’s travel around the world solving mysteries! ❤️ I have recently been introduced to some INTERESTING numerological ideas, which I would like to put into practice. Whaddaya say? 

He does the softest smile at Logico.

LOGICO: [in his head] You’re so cute! I love you so much. Even if you believe in whatever the fuck ‘numerology’ is… LOGICO: [out loud] Sure IRRATINO: YES!! Oh, and this time, we can do the theme song with LYRICS! Like- IRRATINO: 🎵MURDLE! We’re doin’ stuff, and- LOGICO: NO. STOP. I HATE THAT.

As they go to the Investigation Institute, it seems all is right with the world once more. Night and Onyx reunite with Irratino.

SEASHELL: Oh hello. LOGICO: WHAT THE FUCK? YOU HIRED SEASHELL? IRRATINO: Yeah! Hey guys, guess what Logico did!  LOGICO: I’m not a dog or a toddler. I can speak for myself. IRRATINO: He went to the Violet Isles, and it was INSANE! You gotta hear about it! NIGHT: Eh? I wasn’t listening.

Everyone’s too interested in a human body!

SEASHELL: Hehehehehe. I wonder what happens if I poke it. ONYX: My guess, nothing.

Logico does a long sigh. Seems things are back to normal. He examines the suspects, something Seashell is a little too excited about. He is snickering nonstop and couldn’t be more suspicious. 

LOGICO: The fuck are you up to? SEASHELL: Oh Deductive, you curse so much. I’m just excited for my first day. LOGICO: This is his FIRST DAY?? IRRATINO: I told him he could be hired when I got back!

Seashell is so tall, his dorsal fin brushes the overhead light, while poor Onyx is only a head taller than Logico.

ONYX: I’ve been researching this crystal ball - I think it tells me the future. LOGICO: It will tell you the future, all right, so long as your future is a crystal ball.

Night (who is remarkably average-height) creeps up behind him.

NIGHT: Have you seen my primer? LOGICO: Guhh, what do you want?  NIGHT: I thought the title was very amusing - a primer on numerology. LOGICO: … NIGHT: Like a prime number. LOGICO: Yes, I got that much. Speaking of which, Irratino, what was that weird pamphlet you wanted to show me? 

Tino is too busy scrying. He is staring deep into a candle flame, looking unhinged.

LOGICO: Um, Irratino.

Irratino takes a deep breath of the smoke and blows, and the resulting flame VAGUELY resembles a seahorse. 

IRRATINO: See? This means something to do with Dr. Seashell! LOGICO: Right. Anyway, I’ve solved the murder.

‘Twas Onyx, the unassuming little owl.

IRRATINO: WHAT?!? YOU DID A MURDER?! LOGICO: …why is this so shocking? ONYX: Yes… it was me. I wanted to research something new! IRRATINO: GOD FREAKING DAMMIT! ONYX: Oh, why didn’t I stick to my plants?

Irratino stomps around like the mature adult he is, and Logico is horribly confused. But he takes a small amount of comfort in the fact that Irratino is being dumb again, and cozies up with the fact that things are as calm as they can possibly be in the Murder Kingdom.

The end!

Irratino is the best boyfriend one could ask for

Nothing cheers Logico up from new trauma like a good old-fashioned duo murder <3

This turned out a lot longer than expected for so little happening-

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!

[tobiasdrake]

That was sweet. Now back to the much more dismal present.

We're back to the burning question: Stabilized homunculus who's cracked the secret of curing ferals? Ghost coming to comfort Yakou in his low comprehension? Or the hallucination of a memory Yakou will never let go of?

That's a heartening thing to say. Did you crack the secret of stabilizing the defective homunculi?

There is a cure. We're probably going to use up the entire sample on Yakou as a bittersweet moment, like her greatest research was to give him a second chance at life.

But even if that's the case, the fact that she managed to do it means it can be done. Much like Real Yuma's ramen shop, it shows the value of crowdsourcing the homunculi's problems outside of just Makoto.

If stabilizing homunculi is possible, then even if Yakou uses the entire sample, it means someone else might crack this code again. It's proof-of-concept that the code can be cracked.

I am so happy right now. We can cure Yakou. We can cure the Theater Girls. We can cure Shachi. And the Priest. We can shove Huesca in a pit. We can cure Tetra's dad!

I mean, after it's reinvented, of course. I'm sure there's only going to be enough in that thing for Yakou.

Yep. One pill. Which is just kicking the can down the road; Yakou will be fine until his next death and then he's right back in this situation.

But it's proof of concept. First thing he should do as soon as he regains his mental faculties is go straight to Makoto and tell him it can be done. We need to restart homunculus research, and pore over his wife's notes extensively. Maybe take samples of Yakou's blood for testing.

T_T This is such a sweet conclusion, both for Yakou's journey and for the story as a whole.

And there she goes confusing me again. I do not know what you mean by that. Is she saying to go dig up her corpse if he can't un-feral?

It's not like he can die and join her in the afterlife. She's already got a Yakou with her in the afterlife. This one's trapped here forever.

All the same, this is such a great ending. Emotionally powerful and satisfyingly interesting all at once.

"Hard man seeks revenge because his woman was fridged" is a character archetype I generally loathe. But it works so well for Yakou. Partly because it's not what solely defines his character; There are plenty of other facets to him as well. Like most of Kodaka's characters, he's a complicated guy.

But also because of the leg-work that this DLC did to make his wife out as more than just a nice lady who died so we can be mad about it. I've seen more than a few attempts at trying to convince the audience to be emotionally invested in the dead spouse but this is the first one that's ever worked for me.

I think it's because most of the time, the dead wife winds up characterized like this saintly figure who was perfect and demure and wifely in all the "right ways", such that she never feels like her own character and comes off more like the emotional crowbar that she is. But Kodaka sat down at his computer and just hammered out a concise tale about two people who enjoy each other's company and find they have some shared interests.

With characters like these, it often winds up feeling like they were just spinning their wheels living Insert Idyllic Life and waiting for the story to start. Things won't get interesting until she dies. Sorry, but her life is the price of admission for this cool story, I guess.

But with Yakou and his wife, it's like. No. No, this was the story. A whirlwind romance besieged by assassins and gene research, that was the story of their life. The Yakou we meet when we step off that train is a broken man because, for him, the story catastrophically ended. For him, there is nothing left to tell.

...if only she had a fucking name. Come on, Kodaka! Really!? I'm shilling this love story you wrote so hard and it's between Yakou and... Amaterasu Researcher. God fucking dammit, even when you're on the ball, I want to shake you violently for the choices you make.

[nerdgirlriot]

Echo Random Thoughts

spoilers! so be warned...

wrt my previous post, i did enjoy Maya returning home and the main conflict within her is which side does she want to call family? the community that raised her or the man who gave her a purpose?

also it's telling how Fisk didn't want to bother actually learning ASL while Maya's family all learned ASL in order to communicate with her. Fisk just threw money at some programmers

speaking of Fisk, the show blatantly called back to his childhood in an abusive home and how that shaped him, so is everything in the netflix shows canon or just what gets rehashed in the new MCU?

after the magical realism of Reservation Dogs, I find it interesting that Echo also puts characters' connections to their ancestors on full display

but i wonder how much this plays into the "magical Native American" trope. Like...yes Maya "cures" Fisk, or seems to? She straight up gave him like 25 years of therapy in 25 seconds. is that...good? idk...

It does look like Marvel/Disney sought the advice and help of the Choctaw nation, but how much of the production crew were Indigenous? The writers? The directors? Like...there's a real sense of authenticity that Reservation Dogs has that I think Echo often lacks. Is it just me? Am I just spoiled because Rez Dogs was just so damn good?

same with the Deaf representation. I do appreciate that they eased up on Maya being able to magically lip-read, but how authentic were her experiences?

Or maybe it's just all Marvel-ized and super hero-y and I have to remember that this is the same universe where Wanda made an entire town re-enact sitcoms and Loki is God

I do love how the legacy of Maya's family allows her to connect to them as they "echo" through her. We have a title/codename!

also I want Kamala to come to Maya in full Nick Fury mode. Put her in Young Avengers too dammit.

Can you fucking imagine Yelena and Maya and Kamala and Kate on the same team????

also i loved Matt's smol cameo but I loled at the fact that it was just a teeny cameo and poor Charlie Cox won't be putting that cowl back on for some time (or at least until the new DD show gets its fucking shit together)

[sawtastic-sideblog]

I have a request!

Specs x GN!reader. Both are Elise's apprentices. They're in the van, returning from a ghost hunt. There's a kind of romantic/erotic/sexual tension between them. And... if there can be smut in the van, I'd love it!

Have a good day <3

Thanks for the request! Sorry it took so long.

I hate to disappoint you anon, but I don't feel comfortable writing smut. I do hope I did your request justice.

I love bold Specs. Yes, he's an bumbling, awkward fool, but he can be confident sometimes.

Very self conscious about the use of the word "and" in this fic.

Hope y'all enjoy!

"I get to drive Elise's car!" Specs and Tucker yell at the same time. You and Elise laugh as Specs holds out his fist. Tucker holds his out and one, two, three, he holds out scissors.

"Dammit. Best two out of three," Specs says. One, two, three. Specs holds out rock and Tucker holds out paper. "Three of five?"

"Nope, you're driving the van," Tucker says proudly, holding his hand out to Elise. She places the keys in his hand and turns to you.

"Why don't you ride with Steven and give him some company?"

"I was going to offer, if Specs is okay with it okay with it."

Specs looks up from where he was packing the van at the mention of his name.

"What?"

"Would it be okay if I ride in the van with you?"

"Yeah, great, but I pick the music."

"Fine by me. I have headphones," you laugh. Specs nods and goes back to packing the van.

"Is this my exit?" Specs asks as he squints at the sign in the rain. What was supposed to be a smooth ride has turned into a rough one. You two were following Tucker and Elise when you got pulled over for a tail light being out, you couldn't find your chargers to charge your phones, you asked Elise and they were in her car, it started raining so hard you couldn't see, and your phones had died. Not to mention, Specs is doing all the driving because you don't have a license. He's tired and cranky, he's trying not to show it, but you can tell.

"I don't know. I can't read it."

"I'll take it anyway. We can find a motel and stop for the night. Maybe they'll have a charger for one of our phones," Specs says as he takes the exit ramp. You stare out the window, looking for anything to tell you where you are.

"Look, there to the right. There's a motel."

"Thank god," he mutters as he slows the van. He parks and unbuckled himself. "Stay here. No point in you getting wet too. Well, before we go to our room," Specs says. You chuckle. He looks confused for a second, then realizes. "Oh my God! No, not like that. You know what I mean!"

"I know what you mean, Specs. Just go get our room before I piss myself," you say, still laughing. You watch as he awkwardly runs towards the office.

He smiles out the door at you and motions for you to follow him. You grab your bags and keys, lock the van, and run towards the door Specs is standing at.

"You didn't have to get my bag," Specs says, opening the door for you.

"Yeah, well, I did anyway so you wouldn't have to run back in the rain. Did they have a charger?"

"No, we'll have to find one tomorrow. It's another six hour drive."

"Oh fun," you say, putting your bags down on the bed. "Only one?"

"I asked for two, I swear!" Specs panics.

"It's okay, I'll take the couch."

"No, I will."

"No, Specs, you paid for the room, you should have the bed."

"Y/N, take the bed."

"No, you."

"No, yo-"

"We can share," you say out of frustration. "We're both adults. We know boundaries are a thing. We'll be fine."

Specs nods slowly, unblinking as he processes the information. "Okay."

"Okay. I'm going to shower. Unless you wanna share that too?" You joke, raising your eyebrows as you carry your clothes to the doorway. He shakes his head.

"I'm good. Thanks though."

You walk into the bathroom and turn on the water. You undress and just as you're about to step under the water, the door swings open.

"Hey, Y/N, do you want-

"Specs, what the hell?" You shriek, grabbing a towel to cover yourself. "Get out!"

"I was going to ask if you wanted-"

"Out!"

"Pizza," he says as you slam the door behind him.

"Yeah, extra cheese," you say, your face burning in embarrassment. You shower quickly, but stand under the water, thinking about what just happened, until you hear Specs announce the pizza's arrival.

You turn off the water and wrap yourself in a towel. You take your time dressing and decide to let your hair air dry.

"(Y/N), I am so sorry!" Specs exclaims as you step out of the bathroom.

"Don't worry about it," you shrug casually as you grab a slice of pizza. You notice Specs watching you eat. "Take a picture. It'll last longer."

"Sorry, I um, I'm sorry."

You laugh inwardly and turn on the TV. It only picks up the local channels, so you just flip through until you find Wheel of Fortune.

You're not sure how long you dozed off for, when you hear the shower running. You hear quiet mumbling coming from the bathroom.

"Specs?" You call out. You get out of bed and shuffle towards the door. When you hear him quietly singing the Ghostbusters theme tune, you crawl back under the covers and close your eyes. You don't fall asleep, but you think about the case and how the family will recover. You're glad to have been part of the team that helped them.

Your thoughts drift to Specs. How concentrated he gets when he listens to Elise and writes everything down. The scrunch of his nose, the furrow of his brows, the intensity of his gaze on the paper. You wish he'd look at you like that again.

You have had a crush on Specs for as long as you could remember. The awkwardness of his introduction caught your attention. The way he stumbled over his words, said the wrong thing and tried to correct himself, only to make it worse. Elise had wanted you to work with Specs and Tucker for a while, but you had alway worked alone. Until a particularly bad case caused you to call Elise for help.

You saw the big van with "Spectral Sightings" on the side of it and immediately thought 'knock off Scooby-Doo Gang.' You met Tucker first. The behemoth of a man, eating a snickers bar, seemed nice enough under the intimidating exterior, but it was his shorter friend that caught your eye.

He had a small frame, hair that was neat, but still stuck out in random places, and big square glasses. He almost looked like a child wearing his dad's work clothes in the white button up shirt and loose black tie. It was cute. He was cute. He still is cute.

During the session, you watched Specs intently, seeing what this man could do. When he looked up from his notebook, his eyes were fierce and hard. His eyes shifted to you and you immediately lost your breath. Frozen in place, you could only stare back, feeling weak at the knees. It made you feel as if you were the only person in the world. It hasn't happened since, but you think about it all the time.

'That look,' you think, laughing to yourself, 'is my Roman Empire.'

You're pulled from your thoughts as the bed dips behind you. You turn to see Specs taking his glasses off and placing them on the nightstand. His hair is still damp and the strands cling to his forehead. His eyes meet yours.

"You're still awake."

"Not for long. Goodnight, Specs," you say, yawning as you snuggle into your pillow.

"Night, (Y/N)."

The smell of coffee pulls you from your sleep. It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the sunlight. Your eyes immediately find Specs at the table, headphones on, hands pressing them against his head as if he's trying to hear it better. His eyes scanning the laptop screen.

You stretch as you walk over to the table. You find a breakfast burrito and a cup of coffee in front of the chair beside Specs.

"Morning," he says as he takes off his headphones.

"Morning. You got breakfast?"

"Yeah, there's a gas station right down the road. I walked over this morning. The guys there told me about a good breakfast place. So, I walked over and got stuff. It's really good. They didn't have any chargers for my phone, so I got one for yours. It's charging now."

"Thanks, Specs. You're so thoughtful," you smile at him and he smiles back, his eyes not leaving yours until you look away.

A couple of hours later, the two of you are on the road again. Specs is quietly singing along to the radio as you edit some footage for the next episode of Spectral Sightings.

"Hey, (Y/N)."

"Hi, Specs."

"I wanted to talk about last night."

"What about it?" You ask looking up from the laptop.

"I'm sorry I walked in on you. I wasn't thinking. Well, actually I was thinking you were behind the curtain and I could just stick my head in, but then my mind went blank. I'm sorry I made you uncomfortable."

"I wasn't uncomfortable. You just startled me. I'm sorry I made you uncomfortable and scarred you for life."

"I wasn't uncomfortable either. Just startled, I guess. But, I'm also not scarred. You have a beautiful body. You should feel ashamed of it."

"Thanks," you say as your cheeks heat up. He just complimented your body and didn't stutter doing it. He's either evolving ot he likes you. You can't decide.

He gives you a smile as he stares into your eyes. You don't look away, getting lost in his green eyes. You feel yourself wanting to lean closer, but the seatbelt prevents it.

A horn from behind you brings you both back to reality. Specs jumps and looks forward to see the light has turned green.

You continue to stare at Specs. You admire his jawline, the bit of scruff on said jawline, the way his eyes flit about, taking in his surroundings on the road.

"Hey, Specs."

"Hi, (Y/N)."

"You're pretty," you say before you can stop yourself. His eyes widen and he glances your direction. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that. But you are. Pretty, I mean. A very handsome man. Oh, Jesus, what am I even saying?"

Specs' looks of surprise fades to one of amusement. He chuckles quietly before saying, "I think you're pretty, too, (Y/N). So very, incredibly pretty. Drop dead gorgeous."

You don't know what to say. You mutter a quick 'thanks' and go back to your editing.

About an hour later you two decide to stop for lunch. You spot a park with a walking trail across the road from the diner you're at.

"Let's go for a walk after lunch. We're going to be stuck in the van for a while, plus, it's a beautiful day," you say, looking out the window.

"That's a good idea."

After lunch, you two make your way across the stret. You follow the trail into the woods, taking in the beauty of the trees, flowers, clouds, bird songs, and everything else. You walk side by side, talking about the latest case. About how you're both glad to have helped the family. Suddenly Specs stops.

"You okay?" You ask. He doesn't answer, pointing towards something and holding a finger to his lips. You turn and see five deer standing still. You cover your mouth to stifle your gasp of amazement.

"Give me your phone," Specs whispers. You do and he starts taking pictures. Birds fly out of the trees above and the deer run into the trees.

"How beautiful," you say, looking over to Specs, who is looking at you.

"I agree. Beautiful."

"Deer are so majestic."

Specs nods and steps closer, holding your phone out. You take it and start looking at the pictures. You notice that Specs is closer. You look up as he is reaching out to you. His fingers brush against your hair, lightly trailing to the place right above your ear. He pulls his hand back with a leaf between his fingers. His eyes find yours and only then do you realize how close he actually is. Only inches between the two of you.

"You, uh, had a leaf in your hair."

"I can see that," you say, eyes not leaving his. His eyes flit down to your lips for a second before looking back to your eyes. Something splatters on Specs' shoulder. You both look to it.

"Oh, shit."

"Yeah, that's what it is," you giggle.

"I'm going back to the van to change. You can take your time."

"I'll come back with you. Elise wants us back as soon as possible. She's been texting me. Tucker too."

"Okay. All over my Star Wars shirt. I got this at a Con. I met Mark Hamill. He signed my original edition poster."

"I once ran into Carrie Fisher and Debbie Renyolds when I was a kid. As a fan of Star Wars and musicals. I was in heaven."

"What musical was Carrie Fisher in?"

"I don't know if she ever was in one, but Debbie Renyolds was in Singin' in the Rain. I loved that movie growing up."

"Oh, of course, I knew that."

"It should only take us about two and a half more hours to get home," you say, looking at the GPS. Specs unlocks the van and you hop in.

"I only have the button up and I don't want to wear that. I'm going to go find a shirt. Want a souvenir?"

"Yeah, sure, get me something cool," you say, not looking up from the laptop you just opened. You edit as you wait on Specs to come back. When he does, he crawls into the back of the van. In the reflection on the screen you can see him shed his shirt, careful to avoid the bird poop. He throws on a white shirt that has a cartoon cow and pig holding up boxing glove covered hands. Hooves? Either way their front appendages have boxing gloves on the end of them. He gets in the front seat and hands you the same shirt, but in black.

"I think it's the big game for the local high school," he says.

"I love it. I'm going to change into mine," you say as you place the laptop in your seat and you crawl into the back. You pull your shirt over your head. From the cover of your eye, you notice Specs staring at you in the mirror. He's been bold today, so you decide you should be too. You smile cheekily as yu walk up behind his seat, making sure you hide you body behind it. You lean down and get close to his ear. You whisper, "Like what you see, Specs?"

He doesn't say anything. You make eye contact in the mirror. His eyes hold a mixture of fear, embarrassment, and what looks to be amusement.

"Do you?"

Specs nods and you smile. You lean forward and kiss his cheek before throwing the shirt over your head, grabbing the laptop, and ploping down into your seat.

"What the hell, (Y/N)?"

"What? I saw you looking at me and asked if you liked the view. You did, didn't you?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, cool, drive. Elise wants us home."

Silently, Specs starts the van and pullsput of his parking space.

"I just need you and Tuck to do your talking bit and this episode should be ready to go up," you say about half and hour away from home.

"Thanks. We can probably do that tonight."

"Cool."

"Or tomorrow. I'm tired."

"Fair enough. Ugh, I just realized that I have to get a ride back home tonight. Eh, I'll just ask Elsie to crash on her couch," you say, closing the laptop.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"Do you like me?"

"I mean, yeah. We're frien-"

"No, (Y/N). That's not what I mean. Do you like me as more than a friend? Romantically?" He asks, looking at you while at a red light. You nod and he smile softly. "Good. I like you too."

"I'm sorry I teased you."

"Don't be. It was kinda hot. Oh, also, you snore."

"I do not."

"I shared a bed with you last night. You're clingy, you talk, and you snore."

"I do not talk. Or snore. And what the hell do you mean by clingy?"

"You cuddle is what I mean. But, yes, you do talk. If I remember right you said 'just look at me, Specs' and I would love to know the meaning behind that."

"No."

"I'll find out."

"No, you won't."

"I'll ask the further."

"What the spirits will tell you what I mean?"

"They may."

"I hate you."

"No, you don't."

"Yes, I do."

Specs laughs as he pulls up at Elise's house. You crawl into the back to help pass the equipment out. A hand grabs your wrist and you're being pulled into a body. You're nose to nose with Specs.

"Since we like each other, can I kiss you?" Specs asks as he runs a hand through your hair. You nod and he crashes his lips into yours.

Inside the house, Tucker sees the van.

"Elise, they're back."

"Oh, thank goodness."

The two head outside and Tucker opens the back door to find two of his best friends making out.

"What the hell?" He asks. The pair jump apart.

"Oh, hey, guys," you say as your cheeks flame.

"Hi," Specs says proudly as his cheeks also go red.

"It's about time," Elise says, grabbing a bag. Tucker shakes his head as he grabs equipment cases and following Elsie to the garage.

"Wanna share my bed tonight?" Specs asks.

"That sounds like a good idea."

[leiawritesstories]

Something About Winter Nights

HAPPY HOLIDAYS ABBY @elentiyawhitethorn!!!!! i'm your yulemas swap gifter :D

because of finals and going home today, the full fic isn't finished :/ but i DO have a little snippet/sneak peek for you and i really really hope you enjoy!!!

~~~~~~~~

“LYSANDRA!” Aelin yelped, wishing she could reach through the phone and smack her friend. “What the hell?!” 

“I’m sorry,” Lys giggled, not sounding very apologetic. “Rowan’s still in town, though, yeah?” 

“Yeah,” Aelin sighed, “but I don’t want to do that to him, I already told him you were taking me.” 

“Something tells me the group hero won’t mind a last-minute carpool,” Lys snickered. “Bye, Ae!” And she hung up before Aelin could protest any further. 

Gods dammit all to hell. 

Grumbling to herself, Aelin reluctantly swung out of bed and texted Rowan. 

<hey, sorry to bother you, but lys and aeds already left >:(

His reply pinged through just as she came out of her bathroom, patting her face dry. 

>shit, that sucks! do you need a ride?

<yeah. 

>i’ll be over in about an hour if that’s ok?

<don’t rush yourself!

<and you don’t need to, i can always either drive myself or try and get another mode of transport

>bullshit. what are friends for?

<you’re too nice to me, buzzard

>love ya too, ace

Her heart did a funny flip at those words, even though she knew full well they were completely platonic. And always had been. And always would be. Get your shit together, Galathynius! Mentally smacking herself, she made her bed, changed into comfy leggings, a t-shirt, and a flannel, and finished packing up her things. 

By the time Rowan knocked on her apartment door, she was completely ready to go. 

“Hey,” he greeted her, strolling into her apartment. “Ready?” 

“For once, yes.” 

“It’s a miracle!” he exclaimed, grinning. 

She swatted the back of his head. “Shut up, Mr. I’m Ready Three Days In Advance.” 

“Never hurts to be prepared.”

“Indeed not.” She winked broadly at him, giving the comment a whole new tone. 

“Ace!” he spluttered, red spots appearing on his cheeks. 

“Hey, we’re both adults,” she laughed. “C’mon, let’s not keep your infernal punctuality waiting, Ro.” 

“Someone’s learned,” he snickered, grabbing her suitcase. “Uh-uh, Ace, let me be a gentleman.” 

“You can do that?” 

“Shut it,” he pouted playfully. 

She giggled, ruffling his pale blonde, near-silver hair. “Very well, Mr. Gentleman Whitethorn. Thank you.” She locked her door behind her and off they went, out to Rowan’s car. 

“Passenger gets to pick the music!” she declared once they were both settled, plugging her phone into the aux cord. 

“Gods,” Rowan groaned. “Remind me why I let you do this, Ae?” 

“Love ya too, grouchy,” she snickered. “Cheer up, it’s five hours to the lodge and I’m sure there’ll be at least one song in those five hours that you’ll enjoy.” 

“We’ll see about that,” he fake-grouched, smirking at her. 

~

“You suck!” Aelin declared, laughing as she hugged Lysandra and Elide. 

Her closest friends smirked at her. “Cheer up, babes,” Elide snickered, “at least you got to spend five hours in the car with the hottest guy in the group.” 

“Fucking gods,” Aelin groaned, her head tilting back. “How many times do I have to repeat, we’re just friends?” 

“You keep telling yourself that, hun,” Lys smirked, patting her shoulder. 

Aelin grumbled something about meddling in my love life and grabbed her suitcase, heading off towards her room. She took the elevator up to the second floor and went down the cozy, wood-paneled hall until she reached Room 224, where she swiped her keycard through the lock and walked in. 

And almost had a heart attack. “What the fuck?!” 

“Fuck!” Rowan yelped, hastily pulling his pants back on. “Has anyone ever told you about this thing called knocking?” 

“This is my room!” she protested, showing him her confirmation email. 

Rowan blinked, momentarily speechless. 

Then his eyes narrowed, and he sighed, flopping backwards onto the bed. “God, Aedion told me we were getting a double room, I’m sorry.” 

“Aedion...” Aelin grumbled something extremely foul. “I should have known he’d do something like this, I’m 99% sure those idiots have a bet on us.” 

“Huh?” 

“Oh, buzzard, you’re so clueless sometimes.” She winked. “I’m pretty damn certain all out friends have a bet on us getting together and Aeds is trying to sabotage it by ‘accidentally’ putting us together in this room.”

“Jackass,” Rowan grunted. He flashed her a smirk. “So which one of us is sleeping in the bathtub?” 

~~~

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[local-writer]

This will contain spoilers of season 11 of twd, mostly the last episode. This is my thoughts on it, so proceed with caution.

I will also be sharing my opinions and talk about some of my favorite parts, so if you want, lets share opinions and gush over this together! <3 Its kinda all over the place, hope y'all don't mind lol.

SPOILERS BELOW.

HOLY SHITTTT.

SEASON 11 WAS AMAZING, I HAVE CRIED MULTIPLE TIMES.

They really went all out with the last season. I loved it and I crave the rumored movies to see how it ends. RICK MUST BE UNITED WITH HIS FAMILY. 😭

Honestly, I was super surprised whenever they finally had the balls to let the actors say fuck more then just once or twice 😂 I liked it, it felt more realistic and very much in character for a lot of the characters. I also very much enjoyed the horror this season gave off.

The reapers and the whispers have to be my favorite group of villains that have been introduced. Its been awhile since there were villains that really added the horror part to the show, and they deilvered, at least in my opinion. (*cough* glad Leah is dead tho *cough*)

Pamela and Hornsby also added the horror; those two were sadistic AF (props to the actors, they did a badass job). I could tell Hornsby was unstable from the moment I seen his creepy ass face. Oh, and I hated Sebastian. I felt bad for him because his mother is a gas lighting, abusive witch, but he's still a prick.

I was pleased to see that they had brought back the walkers from season one, where they open doors and pick up objects, and even gave them the ability to climb. THAT IS FUCKING SCARY DUDE. CAN YOU IMAGINE HOW TERRIFYING THEY WOULD HAVE BEEN IF THEY WOULD HAVE ADDED THIS SOONER??? One of them even picked up a FUCKING ROCK TO HIT JERRY WITH. THAT'S SCARY AF. Honestly, I'm a bit disappointed they waited so long because that is wasted potential right there. Season 1 was so good because the walkers weren't entirely brain dead. They could even SPRINT THEN TOO. And the fact that they waited until the big final to bring them back is disappointing. 😔 But it was cool nonetheless, so I can't be to upset lol. I wish Rick could have seen the climbing walkers though DAMN.

I WAS AFRAID WHEN JUDY GOT SHOT. What is it with Grimes and getting shot? 😭 I think it was the same spot Rick got shot in too. COINCIDENCE? I THINK NOT. When Daryl called her lil ass kicker and she called him big ass kicker was my favorite moment, it was so precious. 😂❤❤

Now I wanna take a moment to honor Rosita. WHY

THE WAY SHE SHOT UP THROUGH THOSE WALKERS? TO SAVE HER DAUGHTER?? BADASS MAMA BEAR ROSITA MOMENT. Rosita will always be one of my favorite characters. 😭

I cried when Eugene named his daughter after her. You cannot convince me otherwise; Eugene will always have a special place in his heart for Rosita.

Speaking of Eugene, I am so happy he found Max. He deserves her sm.<3 They are adorable together ahhh 🫶

PRINCESS AND MERCER ARE MY FAVORITE COUPLE THIS SEASON. They just work so well together. And Lydia and Elijah too, they are to cute 🫶 🫶 🫶

CAN WE TALK ABOUT CONNIE AND DARYL? The way they look at each other? The way she makes Daryl smile? Although Carol and Daryl have this magic between them and they would work very well (I like Caryl, don't get me wrong), so would Connie and Daryl. <3 He learned sign language for her, even. I think that speaks volumes. 🫶 🫶 🫶

Dude, when Judith called Daryl daddy?? 💔💔💔

God, I love Daryl so much. He's an amazing dad, a helleva man, and a total badass. I hope he gets to reunite with his family too. 😭

I used to hate Negan, but DAMMIT HE'S CHANGED SO MUCH ITS HARD TO NOT LIKE HIM. He deserves his new lil family 🤧

Well, I think that's the end of my gushing lol. Seriously the final was worth every second of my time, it was incredible and I'm going to miss twd (thank goodness I can always start over tho lmao). I can't believe it's actually over. There will never be another show like it. 😭 I had literal chills when they were all saying "We are the ones who live"

[biki-hates-blizzard]

Aleph-Point א

Unsurprisingly...the World of Warcraft suffers from extreme powercreep, which shows the most in its constantly changing mythology.

Between bouts of refusing to acknowledge that the Shadowlands expansion ever happened...I have to contend with it being the aleph-point for the in-game universe.

Currently.

And it's from this foundation, I will begin building forward--first by examining the Xel'naga First Ones. The First Ones represent the quintessential cosmic forces from which magic, and the universe at large, springs.

"Current" in-game speculation says that there were probably six Xel'naga First Ones who...simply just "existed," and eventually came together to craft the six governing forces of reality--Light, Void, Order, Disorder, Life, and Death--and the pantheons which embody them. They did this with the all-encompassing power of m a t h.

Fuck. That's my one weakness, dammit!

Who could ever, possibly, in this universe or others--understand the deep intricacies of...mathical power?

Wait-- Wait. Tso tells me...there are do this for a living? Even just for fun? And they're call mathmagicians? OH, MATHEMATICIANS.

Well, I guess that sucks all the magical mystery out of the First Ones.

Anyway, I keep saying "current" because every couple of expansions--Warcraft realizes that players are too strong and so they trap themselves in a cycle of having to create new layers to the layers already existing, accidentally retconning something in the process.

Now their hope is that they can--oh wait, a second; they just changed everybody's levels and the level-caps, I sure hope nobody worked too hard to get to Level 200 before being told they were Level 60 now.

All right.

We can fix this issue very easily.

Very easily.

How?

The magical, mythical, amazing power of...

" Shutting the hell up. "

The article for the First Ones (and Magic, actually) uses this word a lot: "Mystery." But the problem with trying to create a sense of mystery, especially when you have the sort of habit that--Blizzard has--of so vehemently trying to insert answers, for everything, that they systemically strip away all agency and identity that anything and everything in the setting has managed to garner...is that there will be absolutely no mystery leftover. And that this word "mystery" is just kind of a teaser for content that will be inevitably provided (for an additional $50 ~ $90 USD.)

So, here is how I am going to...end the issue of power-creep within the setting AND do away with the nonsense of "mystery":

I'm not going to write out anything for the First Ones.

I'm not going to write out anything for the Titans. (Who made the worlds, but are also actually the worlds, but it turns out didn't make the worlds?)

Nor for the Old Gods. (Not to be confused with the First Ones, because they're different but also mysterious; except not really, we killed all of them?)

Instead, these will be considered religion. Lore. Knowledge which people kill each other over, in their grand and delusional pursuit of trying to prove themselves more correct than their peers through violence. Ah...people.

The Americanism Aspect

...You know, it would just feel absolutely awful if I spent $100 or so a year--for twenty years--to keep up with content and then someone manages to just get their hands on all of it for a singular price of $100--except I get to enjoy the knowledge that every time a new expansion comes out, there's a whole host of content that just gets thrown into oblivion, never to be experienced by anyone who wasn't a loyal fan from the start... Oh dear.)

I hadn't even realized that the true reason behind Blizzard releasing "Classic" was because of lost content. And this money-making game of theirs actually uh...perpetuated a divide among fans, instilling a sense of fanaticism and elitism in what should just be...a community.

Sounds just like America. (You're going to see this trend...a LOT...on this blog.)

...sigh...

Okay, y'all. I really didn't expect to already get into this portion of the blog, so soon. But here we are, demonstrating the troublesome parallels that the very fundaments of the game and the setting have to Americanism. Americanism--that's my attempt at finding a term for the unique brand of divisive capitalism which commandeers the United States, fooling the leftwing and rightwing fanbases into pitched battles on Twitter (and the streets) while the corporations who own their merchandise just keep getting fucking richer and richer by stoking their fires. New and old fans will always be pitted against each other, because instead of providing content--Blizzard is providing its pet fanbase with a ceaseless flow of limited-edition treats. Not even really content, at this point, just fuel.

If you haven't been following from the start, you're shit out of luck. If you have been following from the start, you're still shit out of luck--because the character(s) you fell in love with are going to change completely in the next expansion, because Blizzard takes offense to a character having any sort of verisimilitude or agency to them.

Fuck you, Blizzard.

[littlemessyjessi]

Mav being a total baby while sick

Ok, SO!

First I'm gonna do this for older Mav because Tom is a babe and just yes.

Second, thank you for your request, love! I appreciate you!

=

Alright, so let's get it!

Well, first of all, he's pitiful.

Well, actually, first of all, like in the very beginning he actually is pitiful but he doesn't let it show.

Because he's Maverick, god dammit .

Everyone thinks he's damn near indestructible ya know.

But I mean, come on... he's just a guy.

And truthfully he tries to keep up the charade for you too.

But A, you both know he's not invincible.

B, you see right through him.

And C, you know how much pressure he puts on himself and you're determined to show him that you are the one person he can always be vulnerable with.

And ... what letter on we on now?

Well, whatever... the point is... literally anyone could tell that he didn't feel well.

It was all over him.

So you sit him down and set the record straight.

"Pete, babe. You're sick. We both know you're sick. Just let me take care of you and I'll have you on the mend in no time."

And initially you are met with nothing but complete resistance and denial that he's even sick in the first place.

So you wait him out.

Because man's got a wicked case of whatever the hell it is that has him throwing up and aching all over.

And eventually, he caves.

And then..... THEN... he makes you regret ever offering to see after him.

Nah, just kidding... well kinda.

The thing is... Pete's actually a softie and loves to be doted on.

Absolutely loves all things domestic ANYWAY so to have all your attention and being taken care and looked after.

Well, let's just say he develops an addiction to it fast and boy oh boy does he milk it.

And you're not niave.

You know what he's doing.

You know what this is all about.

And you know that he was completely fine two days ago.

Despite those weak ass fake coughs.

But you pet him anyway.

You look after him and make him food.

You play with his hair until he falls asleep.

You lay on top of him because he claims that he's cold and aching and the only thing that helps it is you laying on him.

You let him watch whatever he wants and play his favorite music.

You even take an extra vacation day for him when he gets up one morning and 'takes a turn for the worse'.

It's bullshit and he was fine after literally two days.

Barely that.

But you know that Pete loves you and is actually a sweetie pie who just wants your love and attention.

And yes he likes being taken care of.

But you know... he is actually rather adorable when he gets all whiny and cuddly.

And you love him.

So you let it slide.

Long story short, you both know that he's fine.

But he loves it when you baby him... and you don't exactly mind it either.

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🌹 Sub!SuperM 18+ HC: Riding Their Faces

↳ NOTE. These guys... I swear. Bringing some heat to the dash right here. Enjoy the SuperMadness 👀

word count. 3.7k | bullet points | ot7

WARNINGS. ⚠️  all explicit, cum play, latex, hair & sweat kink, bondage, spit, brat taming, toys, breath play, ass fixation going strong, dominant reader, femdom, degradation, hardcore, veins kink, graphic language, strap-ons, crying kink, clothed sex, some crack

⌜ 💋  byun baekhyun ⌟

▸ strength: energy

not for the faint of heart. baekhyun thoroughly enjoys you giving it to him roughly; it’s the leader being led, how sexy is that

i spy with my femdom eye, baekhyun likes the bossy dommes who bring him to his knees — quite literally.

case in point: hates seeing you hold back. tells you to just bounce on him how you want it. no fumbling around, it’s gotta be hot and proper.

whatever you’re insecure about he hasn’t even noticed. the more confidently you’re taking your designated seat, the better. this shit’s gotta make him all loud and squeaky, baekhyun can’t get enough of your wild and demanding side. “don’t you dare move your hands!” — he’s already hooked.

yep, he’s part of the feral squad. and louder than the bass in jopping for that matter

small as hell face but the jaw is sharp, you can literally feel it, he fits between your legs so well

endless breath. put your pussy all over that nose, grind on it, cum all over him. society will thank you for suffocating a millionaire

like seriously the breath play is off the charts. if he’s into asphyxiation you’d not be surprised

meanwile baek’s naughty hips keep on bucking, like hello there, giving you a cheeky 69 invitation

such a cocky little shit, whiny byun all the way from those ruined orgasms he’ll be getting cuz you might just touch him with two fingers at best, you know how to keep him on his toes

swallows everything he’s like whatever, almost chokes because he’s so messy and greedy to taste you. damn baekhyun

does a “mmhhhnnn...!” sound all the time, this guy has pussy all over his face and is still more vocal than you no matter what you do

eats ass, all day if he can, knows the most shocking techniques, wants to get crushed by booty he’ll end up admitting it. no matter how big or small yours is. because remember, that face is small, everything is big to him

the type to cum on his stomach way before you do. groans a lot, then goes on even more intensely, how the hell did he just leak out five ounces of semen and still manage a whole tongue workout

slobbery and all over the place, those are tongue movements you can’t even think of in your wildest dreams

baekhyun is never content just making you cum once or just really lowkey, much less hearing you being silent. he’s a moodmaker, he naturally wants to hear you, and see you twitch like the world ends for goodness sake

brattiest tongue ever, always pulls out the taunting puppy licks, tries to grope you all the time, he’ll get a rough spanking later believe me

also gets his payback from you being crazy wet, as beautiful and cute his face might be it’s gonna end up damn ruined

not gonna lie his voice acrobatics will turn you into a waterfall that’s coming down on him

you can punish him for teasing by going raw with your hips, mochi is in wonderland, seeing stars. put his wrists in a spreader bar and go off is what i’m saying, YOLO

since baekhyun annoys the members by being so hyper in the evening, they appreciate you knocking him out for sleep. and indeed baekhyun dozes like a baby, probably using your ass as a pillow or something

you’ve drained the shit out of him and um watered the flower that is his face, so

another cupcake down, mission success, baekhyun certainly had his fill not to mention lucky you having to deal with his wildly talented mouth ahem, moral of the story annihilate him with your ass

⌜ 💋  lee taemin ⌟

▸ strength: steaminess

you will come (heh) to discover that none of his lyrics were a lie

yeah he’s busy hot boy shit for his gal

taemin has an all-soft and plush tongue that’s super pinkish. it literally feels so good, how to ever get enough of it holy shit

it also happens to be very long so buckle up, he wants to be deep inside of you, serve and please you

probably the most slow and agile movement in the group, tantalizing is the right word for sure

prefers kissing and sucking over just licking because he’s sappy, good on him and good on you those lips are heaven and need to be used by all means

once you go on the pill, taemin will eat his own creampies straight out of you, maybe even two at once, it’s taemin c’mon he’s above-average horny lord knows how much sperm he’s hoarding

loves drowning it seems

raunchy stuff aside, he always dresses up nicely or wears the fluffy sweaters you like the most on him. what an exclusive ride, the scent of the clothing turns you on even more he’s pulling all the registers taemin is so docile and giggly

most sensual style in the group, will edge and give you goosebumps first before the main course even remotely goes down, taemin thinks in several stages hot damn he calculated this 

his face heats up so much it’s crazy, then again kkoongie capitalizes on all the warmth from the radiator so you might as well be taemin’s personal heating alright. it’s fun seeing him sweat like mad, see his neck veins bulge... ugh 

is gonna be a provocateur and try to nibble on your folds, man he just wants to get slapped around you can see right through this brat’s rowdy plan

might even want his ass played with while you ride his face so prepare for some intense contortions, fingering, butt plugs, prostate massage, the whole array, gladly taemin is flexible

always pulls it off hands-free because he’s a pro and well yeah he’s always tied up how um totally surprising

and any challenge he will meet that i guarantee you

he has immediately apparent shinee concert stamina, longevity like his career, taemin can lend his face to your purposes for the whole night he doesn’t care if he needs to chuck it in the freezer afterwards

bonus: if taemin doesn’t at some point wear one of his glittery masks for sexy time, somebody is probably impersonating him and it’s not the real lee taemin i’m afraid

so many orgasms you’ll stop counting, one blends into the other, even if you’re not moving much, how does he do it

that being said gee can we just appreciate how beautiful his face is, everything about him, it’s gonna be so sexy and soft to kiss him to sleep oh my god

⌜ 💋  kim jongin ⌟

▸ strength: escalating

just how industrious is he? dammit kai is the rent due or something, this shit is not a comeback stage cool down

jongin is needy as fuck, he’s desperate to taste you especially in the morning when his lips are all plump

since then he’s skipped his skin care routine you do the bulk of the moisturizing you see

jokes aside get ready for whimpery kai thrusting his face right into you because he can, should you need something to hold onto, his thighs are literally right there

constant high-pitched moans, some during quick pauses, others stifled, kai are you okay he’s really going all out 

so thirsty

if you don’t put a harness on him for this you’re missing out, also you need something to hold this wild slutty motherfucker in place

rock-hard throughout, harder than a goddamn superm choreography

also: sturdy chin that can take a lot, it’s made to be sat on

does a lot of the work, very active, main dancer vibes you know, you can be lazy and just enjoy

most continuous style in the group, gradually getting more and more passionate and nervous — the second you thought it gets boring he goes off, have fun losing your mind and seeing him basically K.O. himself

if he wants to make you cum, rapid tongue jabs deep into your clit, and his hard breath against it, no fair play in here

absolutely has a thing for your shaking thighs, like what the hell he’s blowing a huge load the more you tremble, and he’s goddamn crying from pleasure every time woah

those big ole lips are an absolute treat, yeah i’ll say it again his face is meant for this

wants to be called all kinds of names wow jongin, it just spurs him more

kai. is. so. good. 

you can most definitely film your own POV cam, jongin can put on one hell of a show. just this time it’s not his eyes flirting with the camera, it’s his tongue getting a nice rough treatment oh yum

don’t get me wrong he can deliver a romantic version of this, but kai just likes you being tough on his face he can’t deny it

uses his hands so you can ride him even harder, all his teddy bears will be falling off the bed like dominoes

might one day ascend to heaven while giving head, wouldn’t regret it

can do it until complete exhaustion you guys just pass out

being such an oral workaholic do i sense a masochist streak in him there? 

fucking typical capricorn

⌜ 💋  wong yukhei ⌟

▸ strength: appetite

first off yukhei is hilarious

it’s called eating out and that’s exactly what he does duh, he’s not nicknamed foodcas for no reason — the restaurant is open my dear, and he just served himself five courses (you)

gets super sweaty, forehead and down the neck, a 6′0 glazed bun can you imagine

giggles a lot, makes the atmosphere relaxed, loves banter before and after, an allround sweet experience

though beware, this guy is hungry. most prone to open his mouth super wide he wants to eat all of you at once

don’t tell kun how nasty he is, much less leader baekhyun, promise me that

and especially nosy kai should not hear about what sexy shit yukhei is doing in his freetime unless you want to trigger a war 

that being said the wayv dorm is still the safest place to sit on his face, so. it’s a lawless land there, nobody gives a fuck anymore at this point. yangyang would not even blink if ten murdered someone in cold blood on the balcony, that’s how the atmosphere there can be best described

lucas being a far more harmless himbo still ironically fits into the environment being so sexually insatiable, just how often are you going to fuck? it’s only natural to lose the overview

he loudly pouts and complains when it ends, wants to go on and on, you need a lotta stamina to get with this guy this is not a warning it’s a fact — yukhei really wants to tire himself out and give everything

if you lower your thighs just a little you can feel his dangly earrings. kinda sexy but also a safety concern i know i know, he’s not gonna wear them next time 

noisy as heck, wants to do well, always goes the extra mile to be sure you are all happy and satisfied with today’s dining

his tongue is... big...

we’re not gonna talk about that giant bulge either, such a huge tent in those pants it’s a whole camping ground. anyway

what we’ll talk about. his super soft blonde hair, we’re talking salon quality soft, that’s amazing to feel against your legs, it’s great to pull as well, or to twirl really playfully

though there’s not much playful going down when the initial inhibition drops

he’s not made of glass you can really get those hips going

sliding down his nose when you’re all wet... damn good stuff.

lucas is the kinda guy that has you grunting and gritting he loves your reactions, and how aggressive you can get. usually he’s the reaction king but like this? he can get used to it.

totally into having that kinda frog perspective it’s a whole new thing, he’s such a giant now he’s below you, the sight is just superb to him

less likely to have toys involved, but rather a bunch of rope for his chest, his arms, his long ass legs. yukhei is a bondage insider tip y’all

stable as a block of metal. if you go a little too wild on baekhyun he’s probably gonna break his mochi neck but lucas is a different calibre, this mf is made of giant muscles galore, i can only say one thing: finish him

⌜ 💋  mark lee ⌟

▸ strength: speed

talks a lot, even occasionally curses — instantly apologizing, but you curse right back, so this becomes the cussing olympics at some point, taeyong would bury his face in the ground all his parenting efforts have gone to waste

mark basically chokes himself

he can’t control his spit by all means jesus... in his own words: must be the drip then

next to taemin and baekhyun here we have the third drowning victim, mark is in serious need of multiple tissues or towels afterwards but that’s exactly what he likes

mark’s slutty side is not to be underestimated i’m warning you

that’s a healthy young man right here

loves to do quickies to get you off during daytime, if you’re horny just tell him and he’ll find a quiet spot, might do it on his knees rather than you riding him sometimes for practical reasons 

all options open, mark is flexible af. if someone can promote with nct dream and superm at the same time that’s the result

so yeah you’ll experiment with positions and even outfits, what’s the most comfortable to wear? 

few people even remotely think about this. mark himself stays in his signature sweater but the glasses come off, you know very well he’s a nerd without them he has nothing to prove lmao!

the clothes will be cozy but don’t let that fool you yet alright

this guy has watched too much porn to just keep it light and cute

don’t get me wrong you can baby him ad nauseam for the more gentle femdom moods

but at the end of the day mark loves some intense shit, he likes feisty girls who aren’t coy and subby, the more perverted you are the better, in fact he enjoys being shocked with brazen attitude and getting orders on what to do.

loves it when you to take it all out on him, rough is good. mark lee’s face is the rodeo range of super m alright, just don’t break his glorious jaw or anything, he still needs it okay

but yeah mark’s face is tempting to ride hard not gonna lie

his tongue can go so fast it’s at the speed of sound, no, the speed of fucking light. mark goes crazy on your clit, wait a few seconds, boom five orgasms rain down on you. 

it’s like an anime swordsman just lifting the sword hilt, walking off calmly, and one minute later things are in shambles like how? mark’s sword tech is just epic like that

he’s a leo what did we expect, show-off

in the meantime, RIP to mark lee’s pants. they’ll be soaked with cum, gonna be a bitch to hide your clothes from taeyong who’s always eager to wash everything by himself

that aside, mark really enjoys the position, he doesn’t need much else to be honest, he goes “oh my god oh shit” enough for you to know

thank god he’s a rapper, otherwise his dang technique would be dangerous, he doesn’t breathe for half a minute or so

enjoys you really doing shallow thrusts, super fast and sloppy, loves how much you enjoy it

needless to say: breaks a guinness world record for most licks per second, it’s that mark lee flow

long story short his face is your favorite spot he can prepare for a daily session

all that practice on water melons paid off good job markly

⌜ 💋  ten lee ⌟

▸ strength: allround skill

you know a pro by how he’s offering you a tall glass of water beforehand

and by the way he’s chugging one himself

champion, a keeper

you’re guaranteed to love it, ten is amazing

takes his time, gets to know your every inch, figures out your soft spots in a matter of minutes to seconds

everything for his sexy mama, service sub right here

take him on a leash, grind on his lips, make him kiss your clit, he’ll respond by circling his tongue around obediently

chittaphon might be a little fidgety at the beginning, but the atmosphere is not as tense anymore after doing it two or three times. 

ten is actually quite good cracking lighthearted jokes and showing his more extroverted side, he always gets like that with a partner. 

you have an easy time with build-up conversations and communicating in general, same with aftercare pillow talk

that being said the degree of professionalism this guy is heading for needs a lot of talk in the first place. 

ten likes doing advanced things that aren’t just intuitively understood, you need to exchange yourself a lot

through trial and error you figure out how to incorporate sex toys into the little routine you have going on

the pleasure will be so intense you’ll never want anything else fuck

ten is also down for a lot of moving around, some athletic shit

you’ll go from bouncing on his dick to smothering his face back and forth pretty much, let’s see how fast you’re gonna bust a huge nut like that my bet is five minutes

those like “oh... ah—” moans are just angelic

since he focuses so much on your erogenous zones and always keeps his hands involved, ten is always guaranteed to have you breaking a major sweat

ten does not like to eat any fruits, they say. well that’s true, because he’s too busy eating you that is. boy can basically retire from citizenhood, he’s that busy between your legs. 

enough fruit juice for an entire week impending, don’t worry about his nutrients, this is also a form of diet.

uses his chin, his cheeks, the nose especially, the damn nose it’s perfectly shaped

wants you to really ride him hard, and fast, no holds barred at all, going so feral he’ll be squeezing his eyes shut

sometimes his hair gets in the way, it’s just so damn long. the result: hair ties for face-sitting, always on his wrist

among all members, buries his face the deepest, turns him on so much

always makes sure you’re both washed up, no impromptu sessions. ten is a hygiene priest and he’s right

the mattress is kinda bouncy and he always uses his favorite soft pillow under his head so you can definitely take mister ten lee to pound town like work your hips give it to him

in case he survives i send my congrats, you got yourself the right guy, terrific choice queen

⌜ 💋  lee taeyong ⌟

▸ strength: ideas

how much more religiously can he eat you out, he treats this like the best reward he can get

as you can probably tell by now, all the lee surname members are definitely a certain brand and clan of highly distinguished pussy eaters like, these guys are a fucking gang like... well taeyong is no different

reckless abandon oral, eats you like it’s the last day, even death fears lee taeyong when he’s in giving head mode

you might be showering together beforehand and be all shy and kissy like it’s puppy love. but that is all for naught when the tongue of god is unleashed and taeyong gets himself as messed up as he can

yeah i like the thought of god being incarnated as kinky taeyong begging to have his mouth spit and cummed in it just makes sense

very deep mumbles, very hard breathing, those veiny hands on your waist, he wants to make you feel good so bad, fuck he’s so sexy

intense facial expressions, need i say more

also um... he likes to be... threatened. he’s the student you’re the teacher, strict as hell surveying his every move, the more you yell at him the harder he gets, jesus christ he has a thing for you acting mad and shit

taeyong doesn’t even need you to pull off your underwear, he’s gone get through any type of fabric with that leaking mouth

let’s just say he likes to experiment with innovative techniques... anyway, taeyong is a nasty fucking freak, he’s a grade A hoe, you never know what to expect

one time he just licks like a shy doe, the next second slurping explosion 5000

imagine whipping his thighs with a riding crop while sitting right on that ultra gorgeous elven prince face like

taeyong is almost always getting super emotional. he sheds even more tears than kai, like at some point you’ll develop a crying kink because of him SOS

nervous as hell, shaky hands. that can easily be fixed sir let’s tie em up

has you moaning nonstop, he’s so engaged and so dead-on with his movements. don’t be surprised if this damned man has your eyes almost falling out

beware, this guy is into full-on sensual deprivation as well. blindfolds are only the start. 

you might end up with a whole lotta black latex involved, who knows, a whole gimp on him he’s down for that, he learned from ten what it is blame chittaphon’s vast kinky knowledge

even better: while you’re grinding on him, taeyong likes you pumping his cock with a fleshlight with zero mercy until he yelps in tiny oops

hell he might ask you to roughly fuck his face with a strap and then ride it, the mister likes double treats huh

then again: wants it to be degrading and dirty and intense on some days, and really wholesome and romantic on others

especially aftercare will be sweet and dulcet, you take care of him, pepper him with kisses for being such a dutiful boy.

looks pretty no matter what. maybe he’s born with it maybe it’s tyongbelline. yeah just how handsome is that face and hair like... t’yongreal paris in full splendor

long story short he’s an oral deity. i rest my case howdy and goodbye see you next time aye

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[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 324: Is There a Force Field Around Him??

Previously on BnHA: Flashback!Rat Principal was all “please tell Midoriya that I spent a concerningly small amount of money upgrading U.A. into a wacky physics-defying funtime grid so as to make the final battle much more confusing for everyone.” Present Day!Mic (or Present!Mic, if you will) and Jeanist were all “if only somebody could deescalate this dangerously unhinged mob, we’ve tried nothing and we’re all out of ideas.” Ochako was all “LISTEN UP PEOPLE.” The mob was all, “god??” Ochako was all, “NO, IT’S ME, OCHAKO. I’M REALLY HIGH UP ON THIS BUILDING AND THE VISIBILITY IS LOW DUE TO THE RAIN, SO I CAN SEE HOW YOU MIGHT MAKE THAT MISTAKE. ANYWAYS, DEKU WAS OUT THERE RISKING HIS LIFE FOR YOU CLOWNS EVEN THOUGH HE’S JUST A KID, SO I WOULD REALLY APPRECIATE IF YOU COULD ALL REMEMBER HOW TO BE DECENT HUMAN BEINGS, THANKS.” Let’s see if her Big Scolding Energy has any impact.

Today on BnHA: Horikoshi is all “so I have this speech planned out, and it’s really good, but it also only really needs about 6 to 8 pages, but I’m gonna see if I can stretch it out to 17 pages so I can kill time before we get to the next volume cliffhanger two weeks from now.” Anyway but it really is a good speech though. There are feels, and tears, and more talk about how Deku is so in need of a shower that just looking at him requires a tetanus booster, and more feels, and more tears, and bonus ship drama, and an iconic callback to the very first chapter which reframes the entire series in a new context in a totally epic and moving way, and it’s all very good. Except that Horikoshi is determined to never let anyone actually give this kid a hug. Who hurt you, dude.

omg we are opening on a callback to chapter 212, a.k.a. the chapter with by far the cutest flashback that doesn’t involve any baby Todorokis

baby Ochako is lethally cute. she could literally murder someone with her cuteness. I just want to scoop her up and play airplane with her until she accidentally activates her quirk while we’re spinning around and we both helicopter up into the air never to be seen again

“a child’s insistence” huh well that’s all well and good, but I sure hope this doesn’t mean we’re going to drag out the whole “sternly lecture the obnoxious citizens” plot for another whole chapter. no offense but I think we’re good

so page 2 is just continuing the whole happy/worried faces monologue, which of course is very important to Ochako’s character as it provides the context for why “who protects the heroes” ended up becoming her thing. and this is making me think we actually are in for a whole second chapter of this sob. when will my boy finally get to rest

OH MY GOD SUDDENLY THESE PEOPLE HAVE EYES IMAGINE THAT

HORIKOSHI: [reaches for a box of tissues while tearfully penning an homage to his beloved Spider-Man 2, specifically the train scene where the crowd sees Peter without his mask and they suddenly realize just how young he is]

HORIKOSHI’S HOMAGE SCENE: “COME TO THINK OF IT, I GUESS IT WAS KIND OF MEAN FOR US TO PICK ON THIS TEN YEAR OLD KID WHO WEIGHS 75 POUNDS AND LOOKS LIKE HE LOST A FIGHT WITH SATAN’S MOLDY OLD BASEMENT”

lol at this one guy who can feel the mood of the crowd shifting and is all “WAIT, NO, I WANTED TO KEEP BEING AN ASSHOLE DAMMIT”

as many pointed out last week, this man is wearing an All Might shirt. that’s some fantastic irony there

-- SDKFJWIGKS

“LITTLE GIRL, I HOPE YOU’RE NOT SUGGESTING THAT WE SHOULD ALL BE WALKING AROUND DRESSED LIKE A SOVIET-ERA BUS STOP.” heh. last week I said I was ashamed of BnHA being my favorite manga. that was a lie, actually

(ETA: in the original Japanese Ochako’s next two lines are basically “the only ones covered in mud will be us heroes!” followed by “please give us some time to get rid of the mud”, with that second line basically being the single funniest thing I’ve ever read rdslkjl. Ochako thank you so much for supporting my running gags. “YEAH WE KNOW HE’S DIRTY. WE ARE GONNA TRY AND CLEAN HIM UP, BUT IT MAY TAKE A WHILE, I’M JUST SAYING. I MEAN LOOK AT HIM. HE LOOKS LIKE AN ASBESTOS COSPLAY.”)

doesn’t the megaphone kind of look ever so slightly like an axe that she’s wielding maniacally here

easy there Lizzie Borden

also that’s a really bold claim to make there. and not one she necessarily should have to make, either. but as we all know, there’s nothing that shounen manga likes more than having its heroes bravely hoist heavy burdens of responsibility like good self-sacrificing citizens

p.s. lowkey loving how Kacchan is positioned here standing slightly behind Deku. not presuming to stand in front of him all overprotectively (because he would hate if anyone ever did that to him), and kind of being unobtrusive and letting others take center stage -- but still being close enough to Deku that he can catch him if he stumbles or passes out again

(ETA: or maybe not lmao.

DEKU: [falls to his knees]

KACCHAN: [glancing up from his phone a few minutes later] “someone just sent me the stupidest meme about milk crates -- oh. uh. you good...?”

really, son. “the burdens you can’t carry, we’ll carry them for you. ...later, I mean. right now it’s late, and we’re all cold and wet.”)

also lowkey loving this OchaTsu moment here

I was going back and binging Ochako chapters this past week for reasons, and I gotta say it really stuck out to me just how often these two are paired with each other. they do everything together. it’s a really sweet friendship that often goes unappreciated but it’s very cute

meanwhile, not to be outdone by the OchaTsu, Iida is staring at Ochako with open admiration talking about how she’s fighting too. it’s been so long since we’ve had any IidaRaka you guys. I was starving and I didn’t even know it

oh my lord IT’S FINALLY HAPPENING

THE LIGHT IS BACK. he finally looks like him again. what a cathartic fucking moment omg

ffklkdw

“I KNOW YOU ARE ALL SCARED, BUT THE GOOD NEWS IS, WE DEFINITELY CANNOT GUARANTEE YOUR SAFETY AND WE ARE ALL SCARED TOO!” good pep talk there kiddo

BUT, jokes aside, truth be told this is the exact right approach to take imo, and something that’s long overdue. I’ve said this before, but this new generation of heroes is shaping up to be much more transparent than the All Might generation. they’re basically abandoning the almighty, untouchable Superman “heroes as gods” concept in favor of the more nuanced “heroes as people” concept instead. and that’s a good thing. seeing their heroes as humans, with human limitations and weaknesses and flaws, will hopefully not only lead to more scrutiny and accountability, but also more awareness of how hard some of them are working and how much they’re sacrificing. that’s something All Might never quite grasped back at the start of the series -- that the weak, vulnerable, injured him could be just as inspiring as the mighty, invincible him -- perhaps even more so. there’s a power in seeing otherwise ordinary people show extraordinary bravery and compassion. it inspires others to try and do the same

SSDLHK AIZAWA SIGHTING AAHHHHHH

so he was still back at the hospital this whole time?? smdh at this disrespect. that feeling when your sexy self-insert character’s powers of rationality are too strong, and so you have to nerf him so that he doesn’t ruin your Deku Angst arc twice over by (1) immediately talking some sense into Deku and making him come home Right This Instant Young Man, and (2) not allowing him to leave U.A. in the first fucking place. excuse me, you want to do WHAT now, Midoriya?? that’s it, go to your room

also living for Katsuki and Hawks’s soft expressions. Shouto’s too, although his is tinier and harder to see. and Jeanist’s 12-foot-long neck. imagine Jeanist’s head with Mic’s hair. maybe Jeanist had a mohawk back in the day and that’s why U.A.’s doors are so big now

speaking of soft faces, Enji’s is also excellent

what could this random close-up possibly imply?? hell if I know. but Horikoshi truly fears no discourse and that’s what I love about him

OMGGGG

“smh my child is so dumb.” poor Ochadad. your child is cute af count your blessings

SDOFFHSMH

I’m telling you guys. lethally, catastrophically cute

this speech is still ongoing lol. Horikoshi you’re doing so good but I think we get the point now my dude. you gotta learn how to transition out of these things

UNEXPECTED TOGA WHAT

“there we go” Horikoshi says, crossing off the last line on his list of Ochako ships. “that’s all of ‘em”

poor Ochako is just repeating the same “LET HIM REST, PLEASE, WITH EVERYONE’S COOPERATION, IF YOU DON’T MIND, WE APPRECIATE IT” talking points over and over again hoping someone will throw her a bone and acknowledge her already. SOMEONE PLEASE HELP HER

literally they’re all just staring up at her silently omg. work with me people!!

now she’s saying it for the 56th time but more dramatically all of a sudden

they got so dramatic that for a minute I thought she had suddenly leaped off the building or something

look, not to rush you or anything Horikoshi, but I’m starting to get the feeling that this is yet another one of those “the volume is ending soon so I need to either hurry things up or slow things down in order to make sure we end it on my perfect cliffhanger ending” chapters where you go to ridiculous lengths to drag things out much to the exasperation of your week-to-week readers

(ETA: ftr, volume 31 ended on chapter 306, and I’m predicting that vol. 32 will end with chapter 316 (a.k.a. “you’re next!” [explodes]). I’m guessing vol. 33 will follow suit and likely end on chapter 326, so keep your eyes peeled for a big cliffhanger in two weeks’ time. Deku’s dad?? All Might in peril?? U.A. traitor at long fucking last?? we shall see.)

is Deku straight up falling in love with Ochako right on the spot lol what is happening

I know I just said that I enjoy when Horikoshi gives zero fucks about discourse, but shipping discourse is a whole different beast lol. I hope he’s prepared

(ETA: and for the record, I have no interest in shipping discourse either, as always. and I think this scene can be interpreted as platonic, tbh, with the context being that Ochako was literally introduced as someone who was willing to help him so casually without a second thought, and now here she is saving him again.

I don’t think it really fully hit Deku until this moment how much he needed saving. like I said in another meta somewhere, selflessness is basically just selfishness on behalf of others. and Deku is selfless to a fault, but that’s okay, and it doesn’t mean he needs to change -- he just needs friends who are willing to be be selfish on his behalf in turn. and I think the full emotion of what it means to have friends like that just hit him at last. everything his friends have done for him, how much he needed it and didn’t even realize, and how grateful he is. anyways what a terrible day for rain.)

-- son of a --

is he apologizing?? or pleading?? please tell me that’s not the case, because what the actual fuck. Deku you beautiful precious radiant selfless child, this is the exact opposite of how this should be. all these motherfuckers should be on their knees apologizing to you

DEKU WHY

I DIDN’T ASK FOR THIS FREAKING BOMBARDMENT OF EMOTIONS GODDAMIT. OUT HERE ARMED WITH YOUR FREAKING TREBUCHET OF FEELS TO LAUNCH AT ME UNPROVOKED. WHAT’S WITH THAT

FREAKING CHRIST. THIS BOY IS CRYING HIS EYES OUT AND HORIKOSHI IS JUST ZOOMING IN WITH THE CAMERA, LIKE CAN WE JUST CUT HIM A BREAK ALREADY. ENOUGH OF THIS. HE’S SO YOUNG AND HE TRIES SO HARD AND I JUST NEED HIM TO FEEL SAFE, HORIKOSHI PLEASE CAN YOU JUST GIVE ME THAT ALREADY WHAT IS THE FREAKING HOLD UP!!

GIGANTIC FOX LADY!!!

GIGANTIC FOX LADY PLEASE BE MY HUGGER BY PROXY!! SERIOUSLY GIRL IF YOU JUST HOLD YOUR UMBRELLA OVER HIM OR SOMETHING AND DON’T GO THE EXTRA MILE I’M ABOUT TO LODGE AN OFFICIAL COMPLAINT. THIS IS GETTING RIDICULOUS NOW

!!!!

A KOUTA IS GOOD TOO!!! oh my god if Kouta hugs him I will seriously 100% straight up cry. go on and test me

FOR THE LOVE OF --

is this man expressly forbidden from drawing hugs in his contract or something. DO YOU DO IT JUST TO SPITE ME?? this is tyranny, sir

AND I KNOW, THIS PAGE ACTUALLY CHALLENGED THE VERY PREMISE OF THE SERIES ITSELF, AND HERE I AM COMPLAINING ABOUT HUGS, OR THE LACK THEREOF. “this is the story of how we all became the greatest heroes.” and just like that, he waves a polite middle finger at all of the Strongest Greatest Chosen One shounen protags of old, in favor of something much less conventional, much more interesting, and much more suited to Deku’s character. because if that one sentence doesn’t just sum up Deku to a T. he gladly relinquishes his Greatest Hero status in favor of acknowledging the hero in everyone. what a class act. that’s my protagonist

I love this kid so fucking much I swear. only just PLEASE. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. GIVE HIM HIS HUG

[oh-for-fic-sake]

Tik Tok Leggings

Masterlist

Summary: Time to test these Tik tok leggings.

Warnings: swearing, Fluff, Cheeky Henry, Suggestive Themes, Plus sized reader

A/N: Just wanted to do something different thinking of maybe having a mini TikTok onshot series but unsure yet. Either way I hope you enjoy and happy Easter to those who celebrate  and those who don't? Have a brilliant Sunday xx

Taglist: will be in comment/reblogs

You eyed the package wearily... just how the fuck were you meant to pull this off? Slowly but surely the confidence  and 'fuck it' attitude was waning. They looked small.... very small.

You huffed a sigh looking at yourself in the mirror eyeing your form. You swear you'd gained some more weight, just a few pounds maybe? But you felt huge. Slowly you unravelled the leggings, it had been a good idea at the time but now you wasn't so sure. They were expensive and even thought you bought them as a little prank you did hope they would boost you confidence or at least be comfy enough to wear around the house.

Being a larger girl it was hard finding comfy clothes and you had to be comfy now that your boys were running around the house like headless chickens. You thought the terrible twos with trainers were bad? Your four year olds had scooters!

You grit your teeth and decided to try the leggings on gearing up for an all put war with the waist band but was pleasantly surprized. The fabric was firm and tummy controlling without feeling you feeling caught by a bloody boa constrictor! A comfy tight not spandex tight. You casually wondered about seeing if the company did bras, this shit would stop the girls from trying to knock you out on the stairs!

You pulled the material setting the... elasticated seam in your ass crack and winced... Okay that's a little strange... but not unpleasant and almost thong. You spun around eyeing yourself in to mirror. You didn't look to bad, if you said so yourself. Sure you wasn't magically strim and fit, you were blessed with a nice thick ass... but unfortunately had the thick hips and large thighs to go with it. You'd never be petite or dainty, but then again henry was huge behemoth of a man so you didn't need to be. As he said on many occasions he wanted a woman as thick as him... and you definitely fit that bill. His thighs were only slightly bigger then yours.

You turned around a few more times. Fuck okay hello there~ you grinned. You may not be the perfect sized woman but fuck if your ass wasn't glorious in these leggings~ this just might work.

You grinned and pulled on one of Henry's tshirts, the grey marines one it was snug and would ride up a little over your tummy showing off your bubble but that you felt was your best feature. And then padded downstairs, henry. Was in the large garden trying to teach the boys how to play rugby... Wanting to start them young.

You pottered about the kitchen chopping up the salad for tonight. Contrary to what people thought you were not large because you ate to much or did little exercise, you had always been bigger and admittedly since having the boys you had gained a little more weight but not ridiculously, you wasn't dangerously over weight.

You hummed looking out the patio door seeing henry jumping for joy as his boys and Kal played 'rugby' darting across the garden to the tiny rugby post at the end. Moving to Jersey to raise the kids was a brilliant idea, you had a huge country house with the land to go with it. Flat and immaculate that spread around the house in nearly four acres the lawn was mostly to the back and side and cornered off with tall hedge rows then beyond it a cornered off veggie plot and greenhouse and a work in progress chicken coop. Soon there will be a decent sized pond and some ducks... Henry didn't know yet, but if he was allowed to have a stables built four god knows how many horses you were allowed your ducks god dammit.

You grinned watching as henry ran around both the boys with his phone out cheering them on as they tor across the garden wrestling each other for the ball. You had panicked when you were told twin boys but you should have known henry would be able to handle it. It was perfect, days like this when he was home and strived to make his sons lives as magical and fun as he could, everyday was a holiday when dad was home.

You shook your head seeing the boys both lay on the floor in the shade completely tuckered out from the mornings fun. Henry can into the kitchen and you held your breath quickly bending over the counter a tad more then normal hoping to get a favourable reaction from your husband. But you couldn't help the tinge of doubt  what if he didn't like them? Or thought you looked bigger then you were?

"Hey sweetheart are the boys fruit shoots in the fri-oh sweet baby Jesus" he coughed cutting himself off  and took a half step back as he came in the kitchen. You giggled and turned to him then nodded your head to the fridge.

"Yeah their in there love" you said smirking and blushing as you saw him eyeing your ass tilting his head slowly down trying to get a better look at your ass making you bite your lip.

"Err yeah yeah... I... hold that thought" he said snapping out of it holding a finger up at you and looked to his phone.

"You just stay right were you are- no nope over bend over again babe... fuck me how did I get such a sexy little mama~" he growled one hand swiping over his screen. You flushed and wriggled our hips a little as you leant forward feeling on top of the world as he openly gawked at your ass. For a second you thought he was taking a photo and made to move wanting to snap up right but he napped his fingers to you pointing for you to get back down and brought the phone to his ear.

"Henry what are you?-" you tried standing once more but he crossed the kitchen pressing himself up against your ass and rocked slowly making you mewl as his bulge pressed against your ass half hard already. Henry huge hand pressed you down on the counter before him and winked then he spoke as who ever was on the phone answered.

"Hey mum, hi can you come get the boys?" He asked and you gasped at him shaking your head at him laughing. He wasn't palming the kids off to their grandparents because he wanted a midday fuck! Not that Marie-Ann would mind, she loved hosting the kids and frequently showed up out of the blue and took them out for the day. She was adamant that both you and henry still had alone time.

"No, no everything's all right I just- somethings come up~" he smirked and you laughed loud shaking your head at him, he was a little bugger! He wriggled his brows at you and nodded then flushed stuttering for a few comments.

"I.. No no of course not mum... muuuum stop- well yeah... yes I know you were young once-oh shit no I didn't mean of course your still young! Your in your prime! Okay yes, yes I promise to try my hardest... yes okay, see you in ten okay love you bye... bye mum I will. Yes I will mum bye" he muttered slowly moving through being embarrassed, shy and strangely confident before hanging up.

"Soo the boys are going out?" You giggled finding the way he reacted ridiculously cute. It wasn't what you expected, maybe a kiss on the cheek and a slap on the ass. But not him shipping the kids off for the day.

"And staying over night" Henry muttered moving both hands to your ass and squeezed and rolled the cheeks about making you squeak and try rising on your tip toes but he just growled following pressing a kiss to your neck.

"And what have we agreed to for this mighty generous gift? What have you promised?" You said arching back into him with a teasing tone knowing Marie would make henry pay for the 'young once' comment.

"Oh you know nothing too big just another grandchild, which wont be hard with these in your closet" he chuckled pinging the fabric that clung to your ass like a second skin. You flushed gasping out at him batting him away slowly. But it was a hard fought battle, Henry won easily sliding the cutting board back then let you spin to face him. He quickly hoisted you up onto the counter top behind you and kissed your lips moaning into you before pulling back and pointed at you.

"Right you stay- right here. Don't you move a muscle Mrs Cavill" he said seriously and backed away from you still pointing making you laugh and kick your feet biting your lip before nodding. Henry backed up to the back door and called out to the boys.

"Boys come on! Your going to grandmas for a sleep over! Go pack a bag, jammies, tooth brush and clothes for tomorrow! Come on mush hop it or cop it!" he called you smiled hearing two high pitch excited voices squealing at the thought of grandma. She spoilt them rotten. They dashed into the house quickly running past the both of you giggle as henry tried playfully nudging them on the bottoms with his foot when they ran through the kitchen to dart up the stairs and pack an overnight bag. Henry slunk out of the kitchen following the boys but kept glancing back at you.

"Remember right there babe, been too long since we fucked in here~" he growled making you flush remembering the last time you'd made love in here. It'd been when you were pregnant, the day you moved in before you redecorated you'd had Chinese take out and then made love in every room in the house.

"I'll be right here love I promise, now... You might want to sort yourself out before answering the door to your mother~" you teased pointing to the large lump in the front of his shorts making him grunt and cup himself trying to reposition himself and left the kitchen to help the boys pack.

You can safely say, these leggings were a success. You were definitely leaving a five star review... You did however regret not filming his reaction for tiktok. Honestly you didn't even have the app your sister in law had shown you and you thought it'd be something fun to try with Henry. You may just get more than you bargained for though, not that you minded... You just hoped you had a girl this time, it was about time to try and even things out a bit.

[tobesoalive]

r u mine? (Jake Kiszka x reader)

hey guys...so this was fun to write, thank you to the kind anon who requested it! I currently have some fun (and steamy) Josh stuff in the works right now, but still feel free to send in requests! I might slow down a little with posting since my classes started, but I promise to get to every request! Enjoy my first Jake piece!

Warnings: SMUT(oral f-recieving, fingering, penetrative sex)

Adrenaline pumped through your veins as you headed down the hallway backstage, about to go out and face the crowd of thousands of fans. No you weren't a huge famous musician or anything, just their photographer. Basically the same thing right?

For the past three weeks you had been enjoying life on the road, it had always been your dream to be a concert photographer, and your work had caught the attention of a little band called Greta Van Fleet. Well, not exactly little. Their fan base grew everyday and now they were doing yet another headlining tour that they asked you to document. Over the past few months you had been in contact with the guys and their management, and you guys hit it off instantly, they brought you under their wing as if you were part of the family.

You basically were all one big family, you had gotten extremely close to the boys. Josh, Sam and Danny were like your brothers, and Jake...he was a little different.

Brother would be an odd way to describe him, seeing as you had a bit of a crush on him. Nothing super serious, you just thought he was a cool guy who also happened to be really fucking hot. You thought he might have a little something for you too, he was always asking you how you liked the show, and when he’d catch you editing the photos you took he’d sit himself right next to you and ask if you’d show him what you were working on. He was constantly complimenting your work, but that would mostly be in private, when he’d seek you out if he couldn’t sleep. You surely weren’t complaining, you enjoyed his company. You just wish he would say something, or even better, make a move. You could be taking his actions the wrong way, he does have tons of women who want him all around the country, maybe he does just think of you as a sister. Whatever thoughts you had about Jake you’d just push to the back of your mind, you had a job to do, and your work was more important than getting laid.

You went in front of the barricade and took some photos of the crowd and talked to fans. They liked to ask you questions about the guys and what it was like touring with them. You always tried to make them feel special by saying how thankful the guys were, which wasn’t a lie, to have such amazing fans.

All of a sudden you heard some of the fans start screaming wildly. They were chanting Jake’s name, and you turned your head only to briefly meet his eyes from the side of the stage where he was standing. Within a second he was gone, most likely rushing backstage to avoid any further commotion from the audience.

What was that all about? You thought to yourself. Did he sneak over there to just look at me? Maybe he wanted to talk or something. That can happen later, it was only a few minutes until the show started, so you wanted to snap a few more shots of the crowd before running all over during the show to catch the right angles.

During the show you had a great time, as per usual. You loved being right up front, taking photos of the guys doing what they loved. You went backstage to get some photos from the wings. Jake was about to do his signature move, playing his guitar behind his head, and you were ready to capture the moment. Right as you snapped the photo, Jake turned and winked at you, arms thrown behind his head, somehow managing to play the notes of “Highway Tune” whilst flirting with you.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach, and you felt an intense need for him. Quickly you ran back out to the front of the stage to capture a few more moments before the show was over.

“God fucking dammit, I’m in deep” you muttered to yourself, before heading to the green room to congratulate the guys on the awesome show. You slipped through the crew heading on stage to clean up the equipment, turning a corner and bumping directly into Jake.

“Oh sorry! Great job out there tonight!” you say, trying your best not to blush. What was wrong with you, it was like you were a school girl or something.

“Thanks y/n! Did you get some good shots?”

“No, I made sure to get really shitty photos, especially of you”

“Are you being sarcastic?! Now that is something new!” he teased you.

“I just know how much you enjoy my sense of humor! I like to give back to the fans y’know” you quip back, causing him to break out into a smile.

“Hey the guys and quite a bit of the crew is gonna head out and probably find a bar or something once we’re done cleaning up. You wanna join?”

“Thanks for the offer, but I might just keep it lowkey tonight, I’d prefer to edit the photos tonight so I can explore whatever city we’re going to tomorrow.”

“Totally understandable, well I’ll catch you later!”

“Yeah for sure!” you say as you go off to find the rest of the guys.

After about a half hour of chatting and checking in with the rest of your tour mates, you decided it was time to change into your pajamas and spend the rest of the night staring at your computer screen, trying to edit as many photos as you can before inevitably passing out.

Getting onto the bus you shared with some other crew members, you kicked your Vans off before checking to see if anyone else was around. Seems like they all were opting to go out after the show, which meant you got the whole place to yourself. You traded out your concert outfit for a pair of shorts and a hoodie, getting prepared for your lengthy editing session.

You made yourself at home on the couch towards the front of the bus, turning on your speaker and playing music as loud as you wanted, getting straight to work.

It had felt like only a minute when you heard a knock on the door, but after checking your clock you realized an hour had already gone by. You peeked out the window only to see Jake’s figure standing there.

“Jacob! What’s up? I thought you were going to the bar?” you said as you opened the door to let him in.

“That show wore me out”

“Yeah you did amazing, I mean like you usually do” you say, stumbling over your words and internally punching yourself. God you were not smooth at all.

“Seems like we are some of the very few who decided to stay back, I was getting lonely in that tour bus.”

“Well you’re always welcome here, I was just doing some editing.”

“Wow you’re a pretty big nerd aren’t you? You know you should take a break every once and a while, I feel like you’re constantly working.”

“Well it’s not that hard when you love your job” you tell him.

“I guess that's true, can I see what you’re working on?”

“Yeah of course” you say while making your way back to the couch, Jake plopping down next to you.

“Damn that’s fucking awesome” he remarks, looking at the image on your screen. It’s the one of him playing the guitar behind his head, and winking right at you.

“I know! Thanks for being such a good model” you tell him with a small laugh.

“The guys and management are really impressed with your work. We’ve already been talking about having you come on the European leg of the tour with us.”

“Are you for real?!” you ask in awe, giddy with excitement. You absolutely loved this job and the people, and the thought that you could travel the world to do it was a dream come true.

“Yeah, don’t tell anyone though, I don’t want to get my ass beat for it.”

“Oh my god Jake I could literally kiss you!” you exclaimed, before you had even realized what you said.

You tried your best to play it off before your thoughts were interrupted by Jake’s voice.

“I wish you would”

“Huh” you stop for a second before turning to face him.

“Listen y/n, I think you’re really cool, and you also happen to be really hot. Sorry, maybe I was interpreting things wrong. I just thought if you felt the same it might be fun. It doesn’t have to be anything serious, I just get lonely on the road and -”

Before he could say another word, you took it upon yourself to answer his question, leaning in to capture his lips in a soft kiss. You pull back and look him in the eyes, closing your laptop and setting it on the counter.

“God I’m glad you finally said something, I think everyone was starting to sense the sexual tension” you grin at him.

“Well all I could think about on stage was fucking your brains out, so sorry if I’m not too great at hiding it” he says before grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you in for another kiss, to which you open your mouth to let his tongue slip in.

You move yourself so that you’re straddling his lap, your lips moving perfectly in rhythm as Arctic Monkeys played softly in the background.

“Wow it seems like you were almost expecting this to happen” he teases you.

“Shut up and fuck me Kiszka” you say before he flips you so you’re now beneath him.  

His fingers find their way under your shirt, reaching up to cup your breast. He pinched your nipple before quickly tugging at the hem of your sweatshirt.

“Can this come off?” he breathed into your mouth.

“Yes please” you said before he pulled it off you, exposing your bare chest to him. You felt very self conscious, it had been a little while since you had gotten naked with anyone.

“Hey don’t be shy, you’re gorgeous” he said before connecting your lips once more before he stood up to remove his shirt and shorts, leaving him in a pair of boxer briefs. You tried your best to not look at his growing bulge, but it was hard to resist.

Suddenly he was kneeling on the ground, body in between your spread legs.

“Jake you really don’t have to” “Oh trust me, I want to, '' he says before running his fingers up and down over your clothed core, moving his fingers to the waistband of your shorts, pulling your panties down with them.

“God you’re so fucking sexy” he mutters before expertly pressing the pad of his thumb onto your clit, his other hand pushing on your thigh to keep your legs spread.

“Fuck, Jake, I need more” you groan, your arousal now dripping between your folds.

“Don’t worry baby girl, I’ve got you”

Those words alone probably could have made you cum, but then Jake entered a finger into you, causing your hands to tangle in his long hair, slightly pulling.

“Goddamn babe you’re tight” he said, looking at you in awe before adding another finger and leaning down to toy your clit with the tip of his tongue. His fingers were pumping in and out of you at a steady rhythm, and every so often he’d curl them to perfectly hit your g-spot.

“Jake you need to stop or else I’m gonna cum” you say as you pull his head back, looking him in the eyes.

“That’s okay” he reassures you.

“No, when I cum I want it to be around you” you say.

“Fucking hell y/n” he groans out in a raspy voice.

You get up and kiss him before pushing him down on the couch, his erection straining against the fabric of his boxers. You tug at the waistband, and he lifts his hips up to assist you. You took a moment to admire his length before wrapping your hand around it. He was a couple inches above average, with a nice girth to him. His head tipped back in bliss as you continued to give him a few more strokes before positioning yourself above him, running his tip back and forth across your slit. Slowly, you sank yourself down onto him, taking as much of him in as you could.

“Fuck fuck fuck Jake, you’re really fucking big” you breath out, only able to fit about half of him in you at this angle.

“Just do what you can baby” he says before softly pressing a kiss on your forehead, telling you that it was okay.

You started moving yourself up and down on him as best you could, starting to adjust more to his size. The stretch burned but slowly started turning more pleasurable.

After a few minutes your legs were starting to hurt and his length slipped out of you.

“Will you fuck me from behind?” you blurt out, sweat running between the valley of your breasts.

“I’d be honored” Jake responds, offering a smile before getting up.

He moves you so that your hands are on the back of the couch, holding you steady and your knees rest on the edge of the sofa, sticking your ass out towards Jake. You can hear him move behind you, hands finding their way to your ass, before you feel him run his tip up and down your slit once again.

“Ready?” he asks.

You nod in response and instantly feel him push his way into you, letting you adjust for a second before pushing the rest of his length in you.

“Oh my fucking god Jake” you say as you bury your head in the couch cushions, his dick hitting a spot in you that you didn’t even know was there.

“Oh god you’re doing so good baby girl, taking all of my cock.” he says as he begins to pump in and out of you, starting off slow but gradually picking up the pace.

It feels amazing, better than you had imagined. You wanted him to stay in you forever, make you see stars all the time. Within a minute you were contracting around him, nearing your edge.

“Jake I’m almost there, please faster”

“Me too baby, me too” he says as he starts thrusting even faster than before, wrapping his arm around you to toy with your clit.

All it takes is a few more pumps and you can feel him explode inside you, groaning your name loudly and leaning over your back, but still circling your clit with his fingers. It’s enough to bring you to your peak, walls contracting around him, burying your head in your arms. Once you’ve both come down you stay in that position for a minute, before he pulls out of you and collapses on the couch, pulling you into his chest.

“That was way better than I imagined” he breathes out, hand stroking your hair.

“Oh so you’ve thought about this before? That's embarrassing” you say in a sarcastic tone.

“Hey I’m sure you aren’t so innocent yourself” he says smiling down at you.

“We should probably get dressed, I’m sure your brothers and the other goons will be stumbling in anytime now.” you tell him as you get up and search for your clothes.

“You’re probably right. Hey, let's do this again sometime” he says, cheeks going red.

“Hmm...I’ll see if I can fit you into my schedule” you respond, giving him a quick wink.

These next few months surely were going to be an adventure, and you didn’t want to miss a second.