#cus this scene was cold

[tremendously-crazy]

We, as sherlock holmes fans, are so quick to diss the casebook of s sherlock holmes, but forget entirely about this cold scene from the Retired Colourman:

"This is my friend Mr. Barker,' said Holmes. "He has been interesting himself also in your business, Mr. Josiah Amberley, though we have been working independently. But we both have the same question to ask you!"

Mr. Amberley sat down heavily. He sensed im- pending danger. I read it in his straining eyes and his twitching features. "What is the question, Mr. Holmes?"

"Only this : What did you do with the bodies?"

[rise-my-angel]

wait did u had ideas or have ideas on how you would have wrote house of the dragon ( based on that prologue post u mentioned how got did a good job versus hotd telling really nothing)?? i sometimes think about it and someone once mentioned about writing it in the pov of the great houses and i just kept thinking bc i personally would have liked seeing something like; showing the targaryens just from afar, keeping them detached from everyone, really into that above all men, keeping the mystique and just showing them unreachable. it doesn’t make sense in a writing way, especially george’s world and the game of thrones world because even the villains were shown their complex sides. but idk it would have been lowkey interesting seeing them just like afar and the pov being the great houses. or even the smallfolk. i know that people joke all the time about hugh or ulf and that we don’t need their backstories but maybe even from a pov of them who in the future become dragonriders would have been a cool story. idk. something new and interesting and different but not too different. i mean writing about the privileged characters who are monarchy and trying to show the complex sides of even them it’s something that i like personally, but like it’s a hopeless story?! ofc seeing dragons and the politics are things that got people excited so idk how much would these ideas really make people watch but as i said it’s a hopeless story?! and not to be cliche but we do need the good guys or the “heroes” to root for or something good and real to root for.. even jace and sara could have been a good story?!?! but yeah hotd is disappointing

The thing is, they chose a very complicated story to tell. They had a lot to live up to, because the Dance of Dragons is one of the most pivitol wars in the history of the Targaryean dynasty and due to the nature of the book being framed as an in universe historical recounting, there is a lot of detail to consider.

They started off roughly, the narration flashback kills most of that interesting history. The details of the Great Council of 101 AC is very detailed, there was a lot going on and there is a lot of nuance to why they made the choices they made that go beyond "Viserys was a man". Yes that was part of why they overpassed Rhaenys, but they also passed on Laenor because he was a male heir through a female bloodline. So it isn't just women bad, men good. It's a very specifically structured system that is so dense it required near a thousand Lords to gather to discern how to handle Jaehaerys succession.

In truth, they had enough characters in the main show whom were there, that they needed to give the answers slowly. When Otto suggests Rhaenyra for heir to replace Daemon, that was the perfect opportunity to start exploring the history there. Say more then just that the Lords wont accept a female heir, explain why.

I think another issue is simply, they were bad at knowing when to hold back and when to cut things. I think they needed to focus in way more on the politics on the story then the details of the Targaryeans and their legacy or purpose. They needed to go in on the details about the politcs and why characters are doing what they are doing, instead of showing off the life around that.

Cut everything about the prophecy, it makes no sense and bogs down the pacing. Either make the plotline of Daemon fighting the Crab Feeder more relevant to the plot then just "this is what Daemons doing btw", or cut it entierly. It felt too disconnected from the politics of the story because they didn't really connect us to why that matters to this story. It felt like a side story for the wrong show.

They also made a very bad choice in framing. Fire and Blood presents as a historical texts, but with testimonies of different perspectives to explain that there is no affinitive prognosis on what is the full truth. The show made a bad choice by choosing what side was right, when in reality, it needed a mix. Show aspects of both sides, and for more, go in the middle. More often then not, when you have two vastly different descriptions of one incident, the actual truth is somewhere in the middle. The show needed to be that middle.

Also, a lot more focus needed to be on building up to Lucerys death. His death becomes the cataclyst for so much of the war, and they really needed to lean into the tension between the families before that. We needed to truly feel like these are two toxic sides of the same family, and peace was never going to be possible. By the time Viserys dies, we needed to feel that "oh shit". That moment of, he's done and nothing is in these families ways from starting their own ends.

I think the Green Council was their best episode, showing the time sensitive nature of crowning Aegon and all the details that went into that process. Now I think they should've stuck closer to the books events because it's simply the more ineteresting version, but thats personal opinion.

But the Black Queen, thus needed to be the true final nail in the coffin. They needed to the tension leading to his death, we know something bad is going to kick off this war, but we don't know what. Because when Lucerys sees Aemond at Storms End, it feels like things got tense out of nowhere when in reality, we needed that to be the climax of the episodes tension.

Season 2 though, is a mess. Fixing season 2 would require an episode by episode playthrough because I cannot elaborate here alone on why season 2s structure was so bad. It didn't need to be the book, but it still needed to be good, and it wasn't even on it's own merit.

Basically, I have ineterest in exploring how I'd fix hotd, but I'd really need to go in episode by episode because I think they had enough time to tell this story and they completely wasted it.

[fauxspirited]

Is your problem the argument itself or did he say something actually kind of bad?

just the argument itself & i also don’t like ppl angrily cursing at me. i was p drunk too so i instantly went into defensive and crying mode.

like, it wasn’t especially bad. it was just a long day, a pool party, a lot of drinks throughout, and then this concert. idk what ticked him off but something did, and it was aimed at me.

[evie-sturns]

𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐦 - 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨

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summary: you and chris havent seen eachother in a few weeks, he invites you round. watching a movie together in his living room, he starts getting touchy on, and around your thigh.

warnings: nsfw, smut, teasing, swearing.

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me and chris are keeping a safe distance on the couch a few inches away from eachother, awkwardly watching the movie.

its been a few weeks since ive seen him, he's really busy filming and traveling and he knows its had an impact on me, i mean we had an argument over the phone yesterday, so these past few hours with him have been as though we just met -

"chris you barely have time for me anymore! ive started every conversation, me. and youve ended them." i yell through the phone on the brink of tears as he sighs deeply. "yeah y/n sorry im busy, sorry you're to blind to see that." he bites back through the phone. i assume the last thing he heard was my muffled sob before i hung up.

abruptly a sex scene flashes onto the tv, chris's breath hitches in his throat as he wipes his face. the actor on the screen reminds me of chirs, how he fucks, how his hair flops with each thrust. its turning me on.

i squeeze my thighs together, trying to relieve the ache thats forming between my legs. i see chris's eyes quickly dart over to me then to his lap. i rub my eyes as i try to distract myself.

without warning i feel chris's cold hand meet with my warm thigh, tracing circles on it. he knows what hes doing. his hand slide closer to just under my skirt, i feel just the tips of his fingertips graze the edge of my panties as he keeps rubbing my thigh. i accidentally let out a barley audible moan. chris digs his fingers slightly harder into my thigh as his pinky finger grazes my clit. "chris-.." i whisper "shh baby, you wouldnt want to miss the movie." he says teasingly as his hand creeps further up my thigh, by now my skirt has flipped up from chris's hand traces the waistband of my panties.

he rests one finger lightly on my clit, and i buck my hips up, trying to get more pressure. he rubs small circles on my clit, still not applying enough pressure. i let out a shaky breath as i try not to make noises. a large damp spot forms in the middles of my panties as he keeps circling my clit. "i cant.." i groan as i grip his dark-grey shirt and squirm on the couch. he grips my hand which is gripping his shirt and he moves it off of him. he places my hand on my breast. "more-.." i manage to squeeze out and thats enough for him to take his hand away from the outside of my panties. he grips my thigh and flips me over, im facing the headrest of the couch as he lifts me onto his lap. "fuck i missed this." he groans as he yanks my shirt off of me, discarding it somewhere across the room. i pull down his sweatpants just enough for his cock to spring out onto his happy trial.

his tip instantly becomes more red as my finger rubs his precum into his tip. without warning he stands up, keeping me propped up on his chest my my ass. he walks us over into his bedroom, which he clearly cleaned before i came over. he throws me down on his mattress pinning my hand above my head as he pulls my panties off, shoving them in his sweatpants pocket. "ya ready?" he says quietly as he pulls down his sweatpants a little more. "just go slow at first chris.." i say nervously "gotcha, its been a while so it might hurt a little." he reassures as he pushes his tip inside of me.

i instantly wince at the stretch as he pushes further inside of me. i grip his shirt for the second time tonight as he starts slowly thrusting, getting deeper each time. i let out loud moans "fuck baby, your so tight." he whispers into my ear as he picks up his thrusts. "im gonna c-" i warn "not yet baby." he says sternly as he thrusts deeper and faster "fuck not gonna last long with you clenching like that." he stutters as he goes faster.

"go on baby cum now, cum with me." chris says shakily as i instantly realease all over him "good girl oh my god.." he says pulling out and collapsing next to me. after a few minutes of laying in silence he stands up, pulling up his sweatpants. he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder, my bare ass against his cheek.

i flail my arms and legs while laughing "chris!! put me down!" i giggle as he takes me into the bathroom. he bends down with all my weight on him and turns on the bath, once its full he gently places me inside the water.

"you're so pretty." Chris says breathlessly as he stares down at me.

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yuuup hope yall liked this!

[isaisliterallyhim]

ft. michael kaiser . ooc! kaiser :c . possibly soft! kaiser? . fluff . comfort . gn! reader . established relationships . new years!! . dates >< (kinda more of a hangout) . unreliable narrator

wc: 484

michael kaiser was born on the day where everything was considered a gift. yet his parents never saw him as one — rather, he was seen as an absolute burden.

it hurt the midfielder. to be born on a day in which feelings were to be warm and welcoming, only to be faced with cold and unwelcoming feelings. ironic, isn't it?

kaiser never viewed any holidays as special. no one taught or shown him that holidays were special. could you really blame the poor boy? new years were just more years for him to dread. :(

imagine how he felt at the foreign feeling of warmth from none other than his beloved partner.

the countdown for new years was coming. "mihya!" you grinned, as you clasped your hands with the midfielder's. intertwining fingers. kaiser could hear the excitement and enthusiasm in your voice.

it made him feel a little fuzzy inside — hell he was somewhat flustered about it! a faint smile appeared on his face. the clock ticked, nearing 12.

"it's almost new years!!" one of your friend exclaims. kaiser rolled his eyes out of annoyance. his attitude was well... kinda valid. to be fair, you did force lovingly negotiated with him to go out and watch fireworks along with you n your friends.

"3, 2, 1! happy new year's!"

everyone, well. almost everyone yelled out. kaiser mumbled it but, hey! at least he said it LMAO. the loud ass fire works were an addition to the intensity of the volume. created a gorgeous scene so whatever!

"happy new year's, mihya." you beamed warmly at him. "i'm so happy i'm entering the new year with such an amazing boyfriend like you. you're so lovable, y'know that right?" you continued.

a stupid, mischievous, and sly expression made it's way to your face. he knew it all too well. he crouched down to your level as you pressed a kiss on his lips.

enveloping you into a hug as the fireworks kept shrieking before they blew up. he reciprocated the kiss before holding you tighter.

"ich liebe dich so sehr, mein schatz," kaiser muttered. "i love you so, so fucking much, [name]." he reiterated in english. his accent was so GAHH!!

"i love you too, michael. remember, you're valued, okay? 'love you so fucking much as well." you whispered into his ear. planting a soft kiss on his cheek before shifting your head to position your chin on his shoulder once more.

"scheiße, [name]. you and your damn words." he thought. that warm, fuzzy and foreign feeling was flowing through out his veins. a few tears slid down his cheeks.

seriously, what did he do to have such an angel to be his partner and by his side? his grip on you tightened a little.

"ich liebe dich mehr, immer [name]" he murmured. a shame you didn't really hear it due to the loud fireworks. he was just so grateful to have you.

— ©isaisliterallyhim, 2025

a/n: GODDD MY SWEET SWEET MICHAEL KAISER :(( lowkey teared up while writing this wtf apolgoies for the bumhole plot and the bumhole english jsjsjsjsj cus reminder it id nawt m first lng smh god i love kaiser sm he deserves the WORLD also this wasn't proofread so uh HAHA

[k3n-dyll]

Vouyer [Abby A.]

||Men, minors, and ageless DNI

CW: 18+, wlw, a lot of porn - a pinch of plot if you squint and turn your head, subbottom!abby, domtop!reader, Abby getting caught, masturbation, voyeurism cus reader watches her for a hot minute, fingering(A!receiving), tribbing, perv!reader and perv!abby kinda, overstimulation, Abby cries a lil bit

AN: I feel like my brain fizzed out near the end idk. I think I'm cooked. Anyways, hope this doesn't suck ass as much as my brain is telling me it does!

Masterlist. Divider creds DON'T FORGET ABOUT PALESTINE

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ "Just like that- fuck" the words escape her lips, sounding strained and breathless. A thin layer of sweat coats her toned body as she fills herself up to the best of her ability, her thick fingers ramming in and out of her used, sloppy cunt as she chases her orgasm for the third time tonight.

This was not how she had planned for her night to go, but if you could have only seen just how pretty you'd looked; drenched in sweat from head to toe, clothes sticking to every curve of your bruised and bloodied body after such a close call on patrol earlier that day. She'd almost compromised herself just to get a glimpse of you looking like that. Her piercing blue eyes tracked your every movement, once the threat - a pack of infected that had attacked while you were both searching for supplies - was gone.

Or at least she'd thought they were at the time until she felt a pair of gnarled and decaying hands grab onto her shoulders. She killed the thing herself, of course, knocking the stalker off balance with one hard whack of a steel pipe before throwing it onto the ground, forcing the heel of her boot down onto its sprouting head with a splat. Not realizing that it was you she had been distracted by, you gave her a disapproving eye roll and she winced.

It was her own fault you weren't that fond of her, the blonde has ignored you since you first showed up at the WLF a few months back. Even when you became roommates, Abby's demeanor towards you was always cold and disinterested. It was stupid but she figured it was best. She was unable to even think about saying a word to you without her palms sweating. She just knew she'd fuck up and stumble over her words, making herself look weak in front of you and she couldn't have that.

When Abby learned that you were going to spend part of your night drinking with Manny, Owen, and Nora, she took the opportunity to lie.

" 'm tired. Think I'm gonna just go to bed" she had mumbled, feigning exhaustion, going so far as to force a yawn out before she walked back to the room. Alone.

The girl didn't make it five minutes without touching herself, getting comfortable in bed, and shoving her hand down her underwear. Dumbly, she figured that maybe if she just got off once, she could get the image of you out of her brain.

That was how she got where she is now. Naked, driving her middle and ring fingers as deep as she can get them, pumping them in and out of her cunt, her other hand joining as she rubs feverishly over her sensitive clit. The scene is downright pornographic, the sloshing sounds coming from Abby's body as she fucks herself stupid on her own fingers, her jaw slack, your name spilling from her soft lips in sinful prayer.

She wants it to be you so bad, it's almost pathetic.

She can't bring herself to stop - she just knows it'd feel so much better if your hands replaced her own and the rest of her body seems to agree with that thought. So much so that every time she tries to stop or give herself a break that ache comes back full force, a heartbeat forming between her thick thighs. It gets so bad that she considers walking to your side of the room and grabbing one of your t-shirts because at this point your scent could get her there.

"Jus' one more, one more, baby pleasepleaseplease - holy shit"

That third orgasm hits Abby like a truck, her begging eventually becoming a mess of incoherent babbling under her breath, her body twitching as she comes down from her high. Again. And again, it isn't enough. She can't take her mind off of just how fucking good you would look on top of her - god - the mere thought of having your pretty pussy slotted up against hers is enough to make her crave more.

Abby lets out a deep sigh and plops her head back down onto the pillow underneath her as she tries to catch her breath, thinking maybe she should just try to sleep it off. Despite her better judgement though, she finds herself with the pads of her fingers back on her puffy, pulsing clit, stroking herself in languid circular motions.

You stood in the entryway of your room, peeking your head in the door to watch as Abby fucking Anderson of all people split herself on her fingers, letting out the prettiest moans as she chases her release. You knew that you should probably just close the door and quietly sneak away. Go back to the mess hall with your group, maybe pretend you forgot something, and then conveniently "lose track of time" while you were there so that your roommate could finish her little "session".

You really were going to leave. As a matter of fact, you were halfway through closing the door when you heard something that made you stop in your tracks. It was Abby.

And she was moaning your name.

The sound was unmistakable as it was one of the only words you were able to fully recognize through her stupor of bated breaths and blissed-out whining. The frigid, unstoppable force of a soldier that had been ignoring your existence for months was actually begging for you, crying out your name over and over again as she fucked herself.

You found yourself biting your lip at the sound, and before you knew it, you were tip-toeing all the way into your shared room. You practically held your breath as you closed the door behind you, freezing completely once it clicked shut and lightly punching the air in silent celebration once you had confirmed you managed to sneak in undetected.

It was all so perverted, and yet you couldn't stop staring

You were leaning up against the wall beside the door, trying your best to be quiet and resist the urge to shove your hand down your own pants as you watched Abby's naked body convulse under her fingers when she came, eyes trailing over her body as she rode out her high.

It became clear pretty quickly that she'd been at this for a while, unable to satisfy herself completely. You watched as she began to start herself up again, her hand making its way back down between her thighs, her legs twitching still from her previous climax. From what you can see of her face, she seems a bit frustrated, her eyebrows knotted together in almost anger as she lazily works her fingers on her clit. She looks and sounds so precious that, before you can fully think it through, you speak.

"Still not finished?"

Abby nearly falls out of her bed with how quickly she shoots upward, covering herself with her blanket, a deep red blush fanning out along her freckled cheeks. It doesn't take much for her to realize that you heard her, your expression telling her everything she needed to know.

"I was, uh-..."

"Yeah, I heard...and saw" you interrupt, making your way over to the blonde's bed, unable to contain your amusement at the situation as your eyes trail over her.

" 'S this why you've been avoiding me, baby?"

She just stares at you, not fully knowing why she can't bring herself to do anything - to deny your suspicion, yell at you, or do something that would make her stop feeling so vulnerable right now. But she just looks up at you, mouth slightly agape.

"You could have just asked me for some help with that if you wanted it, y'know." you continue, gently gripping her under her chin to make her look at you.

Her jaw clenches, and for a moment, Abby considers pulling away from you. Getting mad and reasserting her dominance or something but you both know that isn't going to happen. You catch a glimpse of her fingers, glistening and wrinkly from how long she's been trying to get herself off, and your suspicions are confirmed which only emboldens you to go further. You lean down a bit closer, your face so close to hers that your noses nearly touch.

"You can't satisfy yourself no matter how hard you try, can you?"

Abby squirms a little but she shakes her head slightly in response, eyes breaking contact with yours but your hand never releases her jaw. You've never seen her look this exposed before - not only in terms of her nakedness but she just looked so vulnerable and small right now, despite her actual size.

You press a kiss to her lips, and she practically melts into you, allowing you to lay her back down on the mattress and crawl on top of her, your hand caught in her loosened braid. The other hand wanders down between her legs, eager to feel the sticky mess that shes turned herself into over the thought of you.

The sweet little whines she gives you as you circle your fingers along her clit are so unfamiliar coming from her but oh so welcome as opposed to her usual stoicism. You almost feel bad for the fact that shes had to wait for so long to finally get that release shes in desperate need of. A release that can only seem to be triggered by your hand.

If Abby wasn't already embarrassed for having been caught, she was sure as hell embarrassed with how quickly you got her to cum on your fingers. You've barely gotten the chance to get them inside of her before her irises roll back, head thrown onto the pillow beneath her as her body twitches in ecstasy.

"S-sorry, I-"

You see her begin to apologize but she's cut off completely at the sight of you sucking her essence off of your fingers, her words being yanked right from her mouth as her arousal comes back with a force. She knows she's way too sensitive to do anything else, but the thought of saying no to you right now doesnt even cross her mind as an option once you start pulling off your clothes.

It's all she can do to keep her hands to herself while you strip. Those vivid blue eyes are glued to your body, enamored by the perfection being uncovered in front of her. You place yourself back on top of her, hiking her leg up over your shoulder and lowering yourself until her cunt is pressed flush against your own. You let out a simultaneous groan at the feeling, grinding yourself down onto her with little regard for how sensitive she is.

"Hnmn- fuck" Abby's hips buck upward involuntarily, her body telling her that she's had enough, but it feels too good to stop.

She couldn't tell you it was too much if she wanted to anyway, every attempted word coming out of her mouth as incoherent whines and half-finished syllables. You watch her face intently as a few tears begin to make their way down her reddened cheeks and it only makes you pick up the pace, pressing wet kisses against the side of her calf as your clit perfectly ruts against hers with each thrust.

"You've wanted this so fuckin' bad, haven't you?" You tease her through gritted teeth, the words spilling out without much thought.

"Want me to fuck you till you cant fuckin breathe, hm?"

All that comes out of Abby in response are breathless "yes's" all jumbled into one word followed desperate little whines, her fingernails digging into the flesh of your hips as if she's afraid you'll stop if she lets go.

"G'na cu- ohmygod" she tries to warn but the poor girl can barely think. You hear her loud and clear though, making a point to apply a bit more pressure, the sloppy noises coming from your bodies moving against one another in tandem bringing you close as well.

The orgasm that results sends electricity through your body, pleasure that's only heightened by the uncontained scream that pulls from Abby's throat when she cums with you, drenching your inner thighs even more. She doesn't even seem to care if anyone hears her, too fucked out to even try to keep her mouth shut. Mercifully, you take the responsibility away from her, crashing your lips onto hers and muffling the sound in the hard, wet kiss.

The euphoria lingers even after you've slowed to a stop, heavy, labored breathing and Abby's soft whimpers the only sounds that occupy the room. A low chuckle escapes you as you pepper soft kisses along her cheeks, your thumb accompanying to wipe up her pretty tears.

AN: One thing I suck at doing is thinking of a way to fuckin close these

reblogs appreciated☆requests open

Almost forgot, taglist: @half-of-a-gay, @porcelainmystery, @ikoinsblog

[outsideratheart]

Birthdays in Bed (Alexia Putellas x reader)

A/N: Happy Birthday to the queen herself! To the anon that requested this, I hope you like it.

The sun peaking through the blinds was the reason why Alexia woke up. Although, if you were to ask her she would say the lack of your presence was the real culprit. 

She buried her head into your pillow. The scent of your wild berries shampoo flooded her senses but the coldness she felt on your side of the bed caused her in groan in disappointment. 

Where were you? That was her first question. Alexia soon got her answer when she looks over to the baby monitor. Your son’s crib was empty. 

She pushed herself up the bed and reached down to the floor to get her t-shirt you had gladly stripped her of the night before. Her left foot was out the cover but just as she was about to get up she heard tiny footsteps outside the door. What followed made her heart melt. 

“Shhh mama, Mami’s sleeping. Need to surprise her” your son’s accent was a mixture of Spanish and English but the latter was that little bit stronger when he spoke in your language. 

“I know bubs. That why I told you to stay with me whilst I got everything ready” your voice was one that Alexia could pick out from a mile away. 

Jordi, your two year old, tried to shush you again but ended up giggling at the way his mouth vibrated.  

It was a sound that Alexia loved and if asked she would say it was her favourite, tied with yours of course. 

The door slowly opened. It revealed your son in a tiny birthday hat and you carrying a tray with a selection of food on it. 

“Mami, you’re awake” Jordi playfully smacked his head. The dramatics he had picked up from his mami. 

“We wanted to surprise you” you told your wife who laid in bed content with the scene in front of her. 

“Don’t say it. I say it” the little boy stumbles over to his parents bed. 

You wanted to help him get up onto yours and Alexia’s bed as it was rather high for someone his size but you knew he’d stop you. The determination on his face and the way his tongue sticks out the side of his mouth was very familiar. 

“Surprise mami” Jordi launched himself at Alexia and peppered many sloppy kisses all across her face. 

“Feliz cu-“ you are cut off by your son. 

“No mama. I say it” once again Jordi stops you from uttering the words. He wanted to be the first one to wish his mami a happy birthday. 

“Feliz Cumpleaños” your son tries his hardest to perfect the pronunciation and the effort alone causes both you and Alexia to smile proudly. 

“Gràcies mi pequeño tesoro”  

You place the tray down and joined your little family in bed. Jordi was snuggled into Alexia’s side with his head buried in the crook of her neck. You took advantage of the boy’s lack of vision and kissed your wife. 

“Happy birthday my love” 

Alexia pulled you back in for a couple small kisses. 

Jordi eyes you both before pointing to the food. The boy had an appetite bigger than both yours and Alexia’s combined. 

“Well, what is this?” Alexia asks him. 

“We made breakfast. Look!” He carefully grabs a plate and gives it to Alexia. 

She inspects the fruit salad and although she is very grateful for the gesture, she did expect something a little more sugar based. 

“There is fruit” Jordi point the colourful bowl “and pan con tomate” his Spanish accent was adorable “juice and water” 

“Is there anything else?” Alexia asks him. 

“Nope. Mama says no sweets for breakfast” Jordi replies. 

It was true. You wanted your son to eat healthily with a few sweet treats. Breakfast however was a time to get the nutrients your bodies needed before the day started. 

Your son didn’t seem to care though because he takes a bite of the toast with no further questions. 

“It’s my birthday” Alexia pouts at you. 

“There’s Panellets in the kitchen” you grab a piece of strawberry out the bowl. 

“Mi amor, it’s my birthday” Alexia repeats herself. It was the one day of the year where she secretly loved how much you loved to celebrate her. Every year since you started dating you would bake her a cake. This year she hoped the tradition would continue. 

“The cake comes later. We have a game to play” 

“Ok. Cake later and some other desserts I think” your wife raised her eyes playfully as she kissed the side of your neck. 

[sinsofnivan]

I know you have a ton of requests, and you also just finished one for me lol. But whenever you’re up to it I think a hunter krauser chasing down his prey and “punishing” them for getting caught would be interesting hehe, something along those lines <3

F.I.A. = fucked in action?! — JACK KRAUSER x YOU — SMUT!

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SUMMARY: "this has nothing to do with them. i'm a free man who made my choice!" leon tanks a deadly roundhouse straight on his jaw. the three of you hear an audible sickening crack! as leon was sent flying. before he could further hurt your partner, you don't hesitate, nor feel the fear; you leaped at krauser from behind, locking his head in place with a headlock. baby eagle's voice calls you both from the other side of the exit, and leon forcefully lifts himself off the ground. he's clearly torn between saving you, or keeping baby eagle safe. "y/n!" you hiss through grit teeth. "go, just go! i can take him!" he easily slams your body on the stone floor, ready to pursue leon—but you . . you just had to cut him on the side of his leg with a knife, didn't you? tilting his head down, he clicked his tongue disappointingly. “fine. i'll deal with you first.”

TAGS: fem bodied reader, yandere krauser, feral krauser, dubious consent, chasing, SLIGHTLY horror, he hasn't mutated here but he's infected, is it really public sex when no one's around, tinkering with canon a bit, breeding kink, edging, unsafe places to have sex?????, kidnapping, "bad end", sorry leon stans he gets cucked here

WORD COUNT: 3635

A/N: what if i said this was a part two of this krauser fic? :smirk_cat: p.s. this is set in the first scene where you fight krauser/where luis dies. but instead of luis, you take his place AND don't die, because plot armour.

WARNING: this fic contains dark content. viewer discretion is heavily, heavily advised.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

your ear is ringing, and your head is fucking throbbing. you feel like all of the breath in you was knocked out after krauser slammed you on the ground. he won't lie, he's very impressed, seeing you get back up like it was nothing. it was a harsh body slam, after all.

your ear is ringing, and your head is fucking throbbing. the ground is cold and rough against your skin, and it feels like all of the air in your lungs have been knocked out of you. krauser had just slammed you on the floor, but you stagger back on your feet like it was nothing. he's impressed. very impressed. 

"one hell of a reunion, huh? just like old times,"

krauser chuckled, his shadow ominously towering over you. this prick is waiting, daring for you to get back on your feet. "yeah. you weren't . . trying to kill me back then," you charge at him without warning, but krauser quickly shuts it down; every hook and jab are caught with his forearms.

"i'm not trying to kill you, sweets. you're the one coming at me," his cockiness never changed. your dynamics never changed. he was always mocking you. underestimating you. how couldn't he? you liked acting strong, and he liked putting you in your place. "i must say. i'm very proud of you. you've made it far, if you're assigned with that rookie with the bowl-cu—,"

"just shut up and fight!"

he clicked his tongue. "i won't fight you. do you wanna die?" you unsheathed your knife, and his golden brows narrowed at you. "if you won't, i will." you no longer wait or hesitate, driving forward and slashing in a lethal curve. he was quicker, however, deflecting your attack with his own blade; your daggers locked against each other with a clang, every collision of sharp ends ignited short-lived sparks.

krauser seems very hell-bent on not fighting you. every reckless, desperate swing is met with a repelling slash. it didn't take long for him to he catch your wrist and disarm you. the knife clanks somewhere, forgotten.

"get off—!"

the back of your head gratingly meets the hard surface as he pinned you. you groaned, clearly pained. his breath fans over your bleeding lips. "i said . . " he snarled. "—i don't want to fight you." reiterates the former major. clenching a fist, you pound your knuckles against his ribs. "fuck you! i said—!" krauser groaned with every blow you landed on his side. "—get the fuck off of me!"

clearly, he's made of steel, as your futile punches had zero effect on him, aside from making him scowl. grabbed by your vest, you're hurled toward the opposite exit—far from where leon had just fled. "you fucking brat!" his angry voice booms around the room. "you don't get it, do you?" it's terrifying, seeing his shadow hover you like that. he's pissed, that much was obvious.

"you wanna stall me, right? keeping me busy while leon plays hero?" 

you flinched when he reaches for you, bracing for a blow. but it never comes. instead, his hold only forces you to spring yourself back on your feet. the rest of your weapons, vest, gear—everything—are yanked off of your frame. you'd have protested, but his dagger's pressed onto your cheek. the tip threatens to sink into the soft flesh. he traces it down, down to your chin, neck. a red line follows the blade's path, but thankfully, no blood. "then stall me," he purred. "you have aaaaall my attention, sweets." the space between you narrows as krauser leans close. his warm breath tickles the skin under your ear.

"run, if that's what you need. make me work for it,"

a shudder runs through you as his tongue drags up the crook of your neck. "isn't that what you want?" krauser's not amused with your silence, a scowl contorting his scarred visage. he roughly guides—more like shoves, actually—you to the door forcefully, urging you to skitter away. "run. i'll even give you a headstart," his muscular arms cross over his chest.

"but when i catch you—when, not if—you better start praying."

⟡

it's adrenaline that pushes you to go forward. you're exhausted, clearly. there wasn't many places to hide in the ruins of this castle—especially when your footprints on the sand expose you out in the open.  the stone walls are rickety and decaying, and the dark didn't help at all. you practically throw yourself inside a crumbled archway, using the shadows to camouflage you. funny how you thought you've created distance between you, when his voice echoes not too far from you.

"run, y/n, run!"

that you did, even when you're stumbling in panic. the sand's all over your pants and sweaty skin. there's nowhere else to run to—with every turn blocked with piles of rubble, curse this fucking place!—but up, up this collapsed staircase; the first few steps have caved in, and you had to pull yourself up with all your strength. you groaned in struggle, hooking a leg up when the ledge is within reach. you hoped he wouldn't hear you. 

the breeze is a relief, almost like a reward, as it caressed your cheek. for once, you're given the chance to catch a breather. you tread higher up, only to find that the staircase leads to fucking nowhere but a leap into the abyss. the connecting ramp was clearly destroyed. "fuck."

you tread back down, scanning your surroundings. there must be another exit somewhere—a trapdoor, ladder, anything. you no longer hear the thumping of his boots, or his menacing chuckles—and you're not sure if you should be scared of that or not. squinting, you spot a small opening near the base of the wall. the area's dark, and almost concealed by debris. it's small, but should be big enough for you to squeeze in. him stripping away your gear probably increased your chances.  

"don't let me catch you, y/n!"

an instinctive jolt rushes through you. he's near. too near for your liking. "what's the plan, huh! gonna stay up there?" no, you weren't. you took a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself for the jump. before you could hear him utter another word, you're throwing yourself off the ledge. sure, it was a little higher than you calculated in your head but—

"eugh!"

you hit the ground in a crouch. at least you heard nothing crack. pain seers in your knees and legs, but you swallow it, forcing yourself to get up. the crevice was right there. you sprinted, jumping over a broken, rusty gate, ducking under wooden beams. your frame drops to the floor, hurriefly pushing yourself into the opening. there's little room to move, but you if you just wriggled into it close enough you could—

a squeal—your squeal—echoes around the ruins, feeling a strong grip wrapping around your ankle. you're dragged out from your last chance of escape, and carelessly flipped over to your back. you're caged between krauser’s familiar, built arms, and you wanted nothing more than to punch the shit-eating grin off his face. 

"caught you." 

his knees are keeping your legs apart whilst he hovered over your body. you're just as feisty and stubborn as he expected, watching you intently as you wriggled. "let go! let me go!" his muscular chest's hammered with weak, frenzied hits. "hey, hey—hey!" he's not hurting you, but god, you were pissing him off. "stop fucking squirming, you bratty little—hey!" it all happened so fast—a palm on your cheek, and his scarred lips pressed onto yours. this fucker's kissing you—and you, you're . . 

kissing him back, of course.

it's passionate, charged with frustration. his other hand collects both your wrists, pinning them up above your head. you bite his lip, and he only growls in response. you hated how you actually missed this idiot. missed how his lips devoured yours. missed how he practically shoved his tongue into your mouth. your lungs ached, and in mere seconds, you're out of breath; it's instinct to gasp for air, but you can't exactly do that mid-liplock. canting your head to the side, it's your best attempt in breaking the kiss. but krauser, he's persistent. he's chasing your mouth. starved, deprived of your pretty lips. 

blood rushes back to your dexterity as he frees your wrists. despite this, you don't wriggle. you don't even push him off. instead, your hands are yanking off his stupid beret, frantically undoing his tactical vest. krauser's none the wiser, breaking the kiss so he could raise his arms and toss away the garment. but he can't keep his hands off of you for more than a minute, and you feel him tugging on the edges of your compression shirt. your eyes widen. 

"no, don't fucking—!"

rrrrrriiip—!

⟡

the locality's echoing with your wanton cries, paired with krauser's grunts and the harsh plap! plap! plap! of your skins slapping against each other. "yeah, baby. i warned you, didn't i?" laughed krauser. "now here you are, getting fucked like a slut," his hips snapped against you harshly and cruelly. his eyes are only glued to your pretty face. a drooling, moaning mess. your clothes—what's left of them, anyways—are crumpled in your hand as the unwantedpleasure courses through you. 

your back doesn't even feel the discomfort of the ground, or the aches in your body as krauser fucked you. he had that effect—making you fucking stupid. you hated it. hated him. "fuck you," you managed to croak out, and krauser punishing you with mean, forceful thrusts. but your words don't phase him, not one bit. if anything, it made his cock twitch as he watched you squirm; watched your pretty cunt struggle to take him. it might be lack of foreplay, or might just be your imagination, but he feels bigger. thicker. veinier.

"what was that?"

he picks up the pace of his speed. from hard and fast to brutal and ferocious. the only words—comprehensible words—you could utter out was his name. "go on. what were you saying?" "fuuuck . .  f, fuck—!" your body arched, holding onto his biceps automatically. "hate you—hate you, jack. hate you," you say as your legs wrap around him. "i know, baby. i know you do," he cooed, groping one of your tits; feeling the pink nub rouse under the pads of his fingers.

the added sensation makes you shudder, goosebumps pricking your skin. "but i don't care," you wince as his fingers dig into your waist, sheathing himself to the hilt; he's so ridiculously deep, and you forgot just how he could easily make a visible bulge swell in your lower abdomen. fuck—the way your eyes widened almost makes him bust. 

"because," a hand clamps firmly over your mouth, and he starts to rut into you again. your moans are muted by his palm. "because—," seizing one leg, he drapes it up his shoulder closed the gap between your bodies. you tried to pry his hand away, but he only continues to ram your pretty pussy in response. "i know she loves me," now that you were effectively silenced, you could both hear the squelch of your creamy cunt better. "mhhf . . hff . . !" 

he takes pleasure in breaking you, especially when you make it too fucking easy. 

"you're so fucking messy. fuck," krauser feels his eyes wanting to roll back. but he can't miss this sight of you. not again. spit is leaking, smearing all over your chin.  but you can't help it, you poor thing—it just feels too fucking good. his cock's hitting all the right spots, your cervix—stretching you out so painfully good. his stamina was unmatched, too. he's built for this. for you. built to rearrange your insides, to fuck you stupid. "you seem awfully quiet, sweets. what's the matter?" you're pelvic to pelvic, no space left between your sweaty bodies. "jack got your tongue?"

krauser laughs at your pathetic, muffled whimpers whilst he fucked you. so adorable, submissive under his mercy, branded with his canines. he missed this. missed you. "keep running—umff . . that fucking . . bratty little mouth—hngg, fuck—of yours . . " your pelvis bucks against the roll of his hips; his warning punctuated with mind-numbing slams. "see where that gets you, huh?"  you're brimming with euphoria, because of him. your cunt's fucking quivering, because of him. you're long due to show him some gratitude.

a gasp escapes you when krauser finally retreats his hand from your mouth. as expected, it's covered in your saliva. a tight coil forms in your stomach, it's coming so quickly, and krauser knew from the moment you couldn't keep your hips still. "cumming? already?" you nodded pathetically, and krauser chuckles at the stupefied look on your face. you're starting to feel lightheaded. dizzy. the pleasure is overwhelming and ridiculously addictive. your orgasm was right there, just a few more snapping of his hips and then you'll be —

your eyes—which you hadn't realized were closed—had just flashed open, as an obnoxious and familiar ring reverberates in the area. beside you, actually.

shit.

"oh?"

shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit—

clarity fills that emptying head of yours, and you slap his arm in panic. your radio was within an arm's reach. within krauser's reach, and a mischievous grin finds its way onto krauser's handsome face. your orgasm quickly dies down, and you whined, squirming yet feeling your cunt spasm. your body had a knack for bertraying you, huh? 

"let's give this rookie a little show, shall we?"

"no, no, don't—!"

you don't see where krauser positions the radio, and you don't wanna know. you needed to get your head back in the game, and get this big brute off of y—

"y/n!? y/n, are you there?!"

both your legs are now in krauser’s hold, and you tried to squirm when he pressed the second one to your chest, too. “leo—ooooh—♡!?” your voice fails you, as krauser begins to pummel into you again. “don’t you fucking dare,” krauser locks you in place, his body pinning your legs up and securing you in a mean mating press. you recognize that look on his face—angry. possessive. "jack, wait, wai—!" 

he wastes no seconds in fucking you hard, ensuring the head of his cock’s grazing over that sensitive, spongy nub again and again. your eyes are rolling back, and you just can't bring yourself to tell him to stop. "she's busy, leon. can't you hear that?" krauser gruffly coos, fucking you ferociously. the speed his hips are going—it's inhuman. you can barely stay lucid. 

“what’re you doing to her?! if you've hurt her, i swear to—!"

humiliation seeps through your body as you couldn't control your whimpers. leon could hear it. hell, everyone could hear it. "hurt? bitch please, rookie. listen to her," krauser shuts up for a moment, highlighting your mewls. "does she sound hurt to you? c'mon, sweets. tell him," you feel him cage your head with his arms, face buried in the crook of your neck and effectively trapping you. he's hitting deeper—you don't know how, but he does—the tip nudging at your womb again and again.

“oh god—oh god," you sobbed, holding on to the blonde; his skin decorated with your claws. "he's . . he's not hurting— not hurting me," krauser lets out a feral groan, feeling your leaking pussy twitch. "you're tightening up, babe. didn't know you were into . . ah . . hnngg—. . fuck . . something like this," krauser feels his own spit dribble down his chin. he could feel every ounce of his weariness, especially in his hips, but fuck—the pleasure that you gave him made up for all the wrong things in the world.  

"y/n, i'll be right there, i'll find you, i promise."

no . . no. he can't. leon can't take you away from him. 

the thrusts that followed became hateful. he fucked you like he hated you. "tell him—tell him to leave you," he growled. "now. or i won't make you fucking cum," you squealed when his teeth sink into your skin. it's unfair that he expects that from you! "n, no—, please . . " you managed to utter out. "just go, please . . oh, fuck—?!" you feel the exact moment when krauser finally bullies his tip past the tender barrier flesh of your cervix. krauser lets out a guttural sound, a shiver running down his back as his orgasm comes ridiculously close.

"just let her go, krauser!"

krauser only laughs in between heavy panting, tilting his head up so his voice would be more audible. "let her go?" krauser cradled your face, a thumb tracing the edges of your glistening lips. "you can't let go of someone who doesn't want to leave," 'specially when his cock's splitting you open so so good! you can't get enough of him . . god, your pussy's fuckin' clenchin' down on him so fucking nicely. 

"y/n, if you can hear me—don't let him break you!"

leon's become irrelevant to you, in your stupefied state. the only thing that mattered was krauser—this cock stretching you. krauser clicked his tongue. "did y'hear that, baby? or are you too fucking cockdrunk to even hear him?" "a, aaahn . . ♡ w, what?"  you didn't even register leon's voice, not when krauser did everything he could to successfully fuck you stupid. thinking was difficult—'specially when it's easier to just let your mouth run. when it's just easier to moan, to let your cunt take all of him as he pounded you in a crazed manner. it was so easy to slip in and slide out of you, easy to coax out such beautiful noises despite how uncouth you are.

the coil in krauser's stomach jus' keeps tightening and tightening. he's sloppier with the pistoning of his hips, but he needs to cum. needs to fucking creampie you. and he can feel it too, with how much your pretty cunt's pulsating around him. how your moans have picked up in pitch. "gonna cum, slut?" he whispered. you nodded vigorously. "do you deserve it, huh?" he whispered in your ear. 

"yes—! yes, god . . please. pleasepleaseplease—wanna cum," it was impossible to buck your hips, but if you could, you damn well would. "gonna . . argh . . gonna let me cum inside you, y/n?" sweat drips from krauser's forehead, feeling his own release creeping in. "yes! yes—yes, please. jus' need to cum. please, please,♡ . ." you dumbly plead, krauser realizes that you'll just about do anythin' as long as you get to cum—much to his glee.

"you're real nasty, sweets. askin' the enemy to fuckin' fill you up," 

just a few more thrusts and you'll be spritzin' your filthy juices on him. but his thrusts come to a complete halt, all of his girth in you and stuffing you completely full as ropes of his thick, warm cum floods your womb. it automatically spills, overflowing and leaking from your creampied cunt, droplets of white slowly oozing out and dripping to your ass.  "y/n . . y/n . . please—fuck . . love your cunt. love you . . " krauser's mindlessly babbling. "go 'head, cum for me, c'mooooon . . fuck, fuck!" 

overstimulation makes him quiver, makes him whine. but he needs you to cum, needs you to squirt for him and rub in leon's face his victory. "h, haaahh . . 'm cumming. fuckfuckfuckfuck— oh god—♡!" he feels how your cunt's spasmin' for him, how you're gushing all over him and soaking him with your juices. krauser brings his lips to yours, kissing you as he helps you ride out your high. you were barely kissing him back, the best you can do was suck on his tongue in your fucked out state. "mhff . . " he hummed, lazily devouring your mouth. 

krauser grinned against the kiss, letting your legs down and rest on his sides; and krauser chuckles when he sees how they were visibly shaking. you whine when he slowly slips out from your cunt, and he can't help but admire the mess he made out of you. your gaping hole, twitching whilst cum slowly dripped out . . it's as beautiful as he remembers it. weariness is taking a toll on you, and you can no longer control how your eyes are slowly fluttering shut. the rest is a blur, and you only hear leon's voice echo in your ears. 

"don't worry, y/n! i'm coming for you!"

wondering why it became so cold all of a sudden, you open your eyes. krauser's lifted himself away from your writhing form. you watch him crush the walkie with just his hand, a soft crunch filling the silence before he lets its pieces clatter on the floor. "rookie's wasting his time," he laments, crouching over you and stroking your cheek.

"you're not goin' anywhere. gonna take good care of you, y/n."

extended ending:

"the tracker said she should be right . . "

lifting his gaze from his watch, leon climbs over a broken, rusted gate. 

"here."

but no you. just the shredded fabric of your shirt and what remains of your walkie. "you sure? that doesn't look like our amiga," luis crouches over to pick something up. first, the shredded cloth. second, a red, blinking something. "ella no está aquí. i'm sorry, leon," leon snatches it out of luis's hand. [ she's not here. i'm sorry, leon. ] "dammit!"

in the distance is the familiar thrumming sound of a helicopter and its blades, disturbing the silence and the stillness as they both feel the rumbling in the ground. both men wordlessly and hurriedly sprint towards the direction of the chopper, jumping over collapsed beams and debris, and it didn't take long for them to spot the familiar, muscular build of the former military man. his back was adorned with red scratches and of course, you—specifically your arms—as you draped limply on his shoulder. 

"krauser!"

krauser turns, looking over his unoccupied shoulder with the most bored look on his face. "you never quit, do you?" he scoffed, observing leon's movement closely. before he could draw his gun, krauser's already tossing over a flash grenade, and its detached pin with it. leon and luis shield their eyes as the flash temporarily disorients them both.

"you won't get away with this!" 

"oh, but i will. besides, she's better off with me,"

by the time they had composed themselves, the chopper's flying off—and you with it.

end. 

dedicated to: @gremlinfuck A/N: sorry if it's not how you envisioned itfskjdskfjsdkjf . i'm sorry TT

[t0msvi4gra]

This might be weird and controversial but can you write like a smut scene where tom is like a teacher and he's a married man with children and stuff and there's like an age gap between him and the reader, who is rebellious and failing his subject. One day after tom has finished correcting the exams and noticed how she failed again he was completely fed up and called her to his office and she was wearing very provocative clothing (a mine skirt and a blouse that shows her cleavage) and she tries to flirt with tom to let her pass and at some point he gets really fed up and bends her over the table/spanks her and says stuff like "you dirty fucking slut", while lecturing her on her bad grades after that he fingers her but he doesn't all the way have sex with he cus he remembers his wife and shi but he just couldn't control himself

its not weird at all!! i promise my acc is a safe space for your fantasies or anything!!

AGE GAP | TOM KAULITZ X READER

warning: reader is 18, tom is 26

you have always been a good student, you’ve got good grades and you’ve turned in your work on time, but professor kaulitz’s class is challenging for you and you’ve really really tried.

but you turned in a test to him but the next day, tom asked to see you in his classroom.

“yes sir? you wanted to see me.” you ask hovering your books over your skirt. “yes please sit.” he says as he gets up and puts your test on your desk. “whats going on? why havent you been asking me for help? or your peers?” he asks softly but sternly.

“i dont know. im sorry. im trying i swear.” you say fidgeting with your fingers.

“so what i’m gonna have you do is stay after so we can go over the questions, then you can retake tomorrow in class okay?”

“but sir i cant-“ he cuts you off “doesnt matter you need to arrange that okay? you have your notes.” you reluctantly nod. “fine.”

you look up at him for a few seconds. you always found him hot… and the things he could do to you. you quickly stop thinking like that but you feel yourself getting wet. you shut your legs tighter together and you start to correct your test.

“whats wrong, honey?” he asks with mock innocence. “n-nothing, sir. just cold.” you gulp and he gets closer and he puts his hand on your thigh, his hand traveling up.

his hand reaches your panties. “come on, focus baby.” he says teasing you as he gently rubs your clit through your panties.

“s-so this- p-art me..means..” you get cut off my the feeling of his fingers on your clit. “means what baby?” he whispers in your ear. “means.. divide right?” you manage to say. “mhm… now solve it for me.” he says lowly and he puts your hands in your panties. “this is what happens when you dont put effort in my tests..” he whispers and he puts his hand in your panties and he inserts his fingers in you. “damn youre so wet.” he says as you throw your head back and he covers your mouth so no one would hear you. “shh shh…” he shushs you as you squirt a little and it drips on the floor and he pulls his fingers out.

“bend over my desk.” he commands as you get up and bend over his desk and he pushes pencils and papers off so you have room. “damn this tight ass… i bet that pussy is tight too huh?” he says almost jokingly.

“sir, dont you have a wife and 2 kids?” you ask innocently…

“mhm but shes a little slut anyway… all she does is cheat and get drunk everyday.. i bet your pussy is so much better.” he rubs your ass. “this is what you get for being a bad student.” he smacks your ass hard, leaving a red handprint and you yelp and he smacks you again. “shut the fuck up. you dont want to get caught do you?” he says pulling tour panties down. “no sir i dont.” you say muffling your voice.

“good.”

he bends down to lick at your pussy juices. “fuck yes, so good.. mmm” he moans against your pussy before coming back up and aiming his cock at your pussy from behind.

“you ready?” he asks before slamming into you. “tom! oh fu-“ he slaps your ass. “what the hell did i say about screaming?”

“s-s-sorry.. it feels so good..” you whimper, trying to suppress your moans.

youre parents call you. “st-stop.. my parents are calling.” he picks up the phone. “listen to how good your daughter feels.” he puts the mic to your mouth as you whimper. he chuckles and hangs up, pounding the fuck out of you. “youre such a bad fucking girl… such a bad slut…” he grabs your hips roughly.

“cum for me sweetheart.” he groans loudly.

“you can do it come on.” he pounds you harder as you squirt and cum all over his cock. “oh fuck yes, im cumming!” he yells out, not even bothering if he gets caught. he pulls out, watching his cum drip out of you.

he pulls his pants up and helps you to do the same.

“fuck that was amazing, baby.” he chuckles

“great now my parents are gonna ground me.” you sigh.

“oh shush you liked it.” he says with his hot accent. “maybe i did.” you shake from the pleasure.

“now you have to do those corrections okay? and wear something less showy.” he points to your cleavage.

[heartsaturn]

throwing snowballs at each other - jh86

jack hughes x fem!reader | ficmas day 3

summary: you and jack have a snowball fight !!

warnings: jack gets bullied <3

a/n: this one isn’t one of my favs cus i wrote it in like ten mins but it’s okay 😭

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you could never get used to the cold. no matter how many snowy days you had been through, the cold had never been your thing. however, it was very different for your boyfriend. jack grew up constantly ice skating and in hockey arenas. he has been used to the cold for a long time now. so when you suggested going out in the snow as a little romantic activity, he agreed. you may have forgotten about your little icy dilemma though.

“jack, it’s freezing out!” you exclaim the second you step outside. you’re positive that you look silly as well. you are all bundled up with all the protection that you need from abuse of the whipping wind. meanwhile, jack is simply wearing a hoodie with a jacket and a beanie.

“babe, what did you expect? it’s below twenty degrees out here,” jack says, his voice filled with amusement at your clear suffering.

you huff and walk a little further outside where jack has already set up base, starting to form snowballs in his hands. your realization of what he is doing comes too slowly because before you know it, there is a freezing wet substance coming straight at your stomach. your efforts at dodging the snowball are useless, given the fact that jack is an athlete. so you just accept your fate. the scene isn’t actually all that dramatic. jack clearly threw the snowball with little of his force because he didn’t actually want to hurt you. his small snickers and giggles of amusement set you off though, and soon you are also forming your own frosty weapon.

a war breaks out and suddenly you are both laughing at chucking snowballs at each other left and right. each person is trying to dodge the snowball from the other by running around frantically, which your sure is an entertaining sight to anyone who drives by your house.

“i’m gonna crush you, jacky!” you squeal as you run around, almost breathless at this point.

“i’d like to see you try,” he says in reply, making more snowballs.

somehow, the battle between the two of you gets so intense that jack has a mini fortress built and you have a pile of snowballs ready to fire at jack. you both decided to do a pretend dual as a tiebreaker to see who wins the snowball war. you count down to three and in an instant, snowballs are being thrown frantically by each person. 

after a while of trying to hit his target, jack almost doesn’t see snowball that comes barreling at him. he almost doesn’t see it, but he does. he ends up seeing it because it comes shooting directly at his face.

jack lets out a small, “oomph,” and wipes the cold snow off of his face. you can’t help but start laughing at the fact that you had not only beat jack, but also at the fact that you beat him by hitting him in the face.

“are you okay?” you manage to ask in between small laughs.

“oh yeah, no i’m doing great, you just keep on laughing,” jack says sarcastically, still making sure that there is now snow left on his face.

“i’m sorry, baby. i didn’t mean to hit you in the face,” you say. your laughs come to a stop as you check to make sure that jack wasn’t genuinely hurt by being hit in the face with a snowball.

“i’m fine, don’t worry,” jack says, laughing himself.

“although, you should be glad that it wasn’t you that got hit in the face because it would have hurt way more and you are way more sensitive to the cold,” jack teases.

“you know, i can’t even deny that,” you say. you and jack are now both laughing together. you stand in front of him, his hands resting on your hips. he looks so pretty in the snow. his blue eyes pop within the white background and his nose is a light shade of pink.

“you’re so pretty,” jack says with a small smile on his face.

“i was just thinking the same thing,” you say. you lean up and give jack a small peck on the lips. his lips warm up your own for the small moment that they are together.’

“i love you,” jack says gently as he pulls away.

“i love you too. and i’m sorry for hitting you in the face with a snowball,”

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[bugslaststraw]

Ugh I explained this to Nat before but that was a vm and now I have to try to put it into text lol. Bear with me. Spoilers for Sonic 3 below...

So like Okay, original game Robotnik has that "machines are better than people and I love them and I hate people" thing going on. And movie universe Jimbotnik does the same thing right. Except his reasons for preferring machines are a little weird? To say the least.

When most people aspire to the perfection of the blessed machine they tend to focus on how machines are perfect because they aren't saddled with those pathetic human emotions, and how they're stronger and smarter and more perfect and all that. And like. There are elements of that with movie Robotnik don't get me wrong, he bullies Sonic for loving his friends, but we all know that's bullshit because his actual personality complex trauma thing stems entirely from being hurt that people don't like him? and nobody's ever genuinely cared about him enough to not betray/leave him, as we learned in movie 3. Daddy issues, et cetera.

The actual first reason he gives for why he prefers his robots, in movie 1, is that they do what they're told and they never need time off to go do stuff other than what they're told. What's worse is that he outright ignores the part about machines that don't line up with what he is. Machines are cold unfeeling things right? And Robotnik is a madman, just complete ditz entirely controlled by his emotions. He's all over the place. So obviously that isn't why he actually likes them. Nor does it seem to be because they're smarter or stronger.

Now all this wouldn't quite have clicked in my head and started forming a pattern, if I hadn't spent half a day getting ahold of reading the movie novelizations lol, they're not good exactly but they aren't bad either (not exactly) and they have this really interesting. Detail. Take. Choice, even, that stood out to me. In the novels we get exactly zero scenes written from Agent Stone's perspective. So he's entirely filtered through Robotnik as we see him. And, like. Robotnik ascribes? Robotic traits to him? That he straight up doesn't have?

This being the most infamous example... But it happens again at least once, which is a lot for the novels cus they're short as hell, where (from Botnik's pov) Stone takes on this more mechanical tone when talking to him or being around him, that he seems to like or prefer/speak positively of. Okay. Weird, homoerotic, but not entirely out of character.

It did make me think though. If Robotnik is kind of loose about why he actually likes machines. But is still adamant that they're good and humans are bad... And what he actually likes about them seems to be that they're... Loyal? I think. And they do what they're told. And they don't need time off to see their families and get laid and leave him alone I'm so sorry then. Well.

Those are traits a human being could very well have. For example, his actual human assistant, who's standing right fucking there as he says it. Right? Stone is still all that, he's loyal and he actually likes + is nice to him and he does what he's told and that's why he actually likes him, as we find out in movie 3, right? So.

What I'm saying is when. In the third movie when he says you were the only person who ever blah blah right. And, like, of course he was. Who would want to be loyal to? This dickhead who mostly wants to achieve world domination? Why would you want to do what a villain says? But Robotnik doesn't care about that, he likes being a villain and above that he's just hurt, right, by it all, and doesn't gaf if his own actions affect others so.

So he ascribes robotic traits to Stone not because they're actually there (Stone is professional when talking to others, but far from emotionless, and it is in fact his emotional connection to the dear doctor that makes him as loyal as he is) but. Rather because in his mind, Stone is on the same level as a robot, because he has the same traits that Robotnik actually. Likes about his robots. That mainly being loyalty, I think.

And, well. In the third movie granpappy Geralt hacks those robots of his and makes them stop obeying him, doesn't he. Not even they were entirely loyal by the end, much like Geralt himself, right?

You can't hack a human being, though.

Anyway. Keep your heads up, okay? I'm like. 99% sure Robotnik is fine (fight me in the comments I guess) and I tend to be good at predicting this stuff so he'll be back one way or another. Jim Carrey officially un-retired, the space station time travel thing is still an active theory, and they can't just fucking kill Eggman guys, come on. Cheers!🥂

[merakiui]

I’M SO HAPPY TO HEAR THAT YAYY!! I was thinking .. sm thoughts of reader who’s a childhood friend of his. he, hyuna and hyuna’s brother (hyunwoo) came into his life like a fresh breeze of spring amidst the dead leaves around him but it was you who extended your hand out first to pull him forward away from his loneliness.. as such he became obsessed with you from that point on >< smt smt leading up to noncon … also imagine he accidentally gets reader pregnant (not cus it was all according to his devious plan) and the aliens couldn’t punish him since he was the breadmaker and u couldn’t terminate it no matter how much u beg cus they’re actually interested to see what comes out of the union between u and luka, the ones with superior genes 👀 ouhhh it’s all so yummy!!!

AAAAA THAT'S SO DELICIOUS OMG....... I think it's quite obvious that Luka has no sense of personal space or boundaries and is constantly crossing them throughout alnst. That scene from "all-in" where he tries to kiss Hyuna,,, >_< he is terrible!! I love the idea of Luka discovering "human" forms of intimacy and wanting to do them with you. Only, perhaps you actually indulge him. Maybe you feel bad or maybe you're mostly clueless because in a world of aliens where else are you to find "humanity" but in the human pets around you?

You can entertain cutesy handholding and kisses on the cheek. In your mind, it's perfectly, preciously innocent. Nothing more than a form of friendship, or so you think. To Luka, it's the entire world and more. And it all culminates in an obsession that grows with him into adulthood, worsening once he learns more and more about the implications of these gentle touches and how far they can go. The softness of your lips against his cold hands,, how kind you were to the sickly, fragile him when you were both young, and you'd bend down and offer your help when he was hunched over in a coughing fit from overexerting himself.

Something something Luka pinning you down and you're wondering just what in the world he's doing. He has such an unaffected expression, as if this is perfectly normal and he hasn't just awkwardly forced you to the ground beneath him. It's such a dangerous step up from that little boy whose fingers would search out yours, who'd cling to you, who made you his entire world. But now that you're both older, isn't this how it's done—how it should be? Isn't this the best way to be human? To prove a facet of his humanity that the aliens could never hope to replicate? Do you see my vision!!! The aliens will call it breeding, but this is human love and Luka's going to prove it to you.

Ooooo he is such a vile rat.... >:( comforting you in the same way you used to comfort him,, brushing his cold fingertips against your cheek, leaning in to kiss your tears away..... softly carving away your bodily autonomy as his shadow eclipses your own.... he may be a Freak™ but it is my personal opinion that he firmly believes missionary is the ideal position for these things ("romance"). You can look at him, and if he's above you it really does seem like he's your god, right? :) the only thing in your world, the only one you'll ever see in this moment and forever on afterwards, because no one else matters.

Luka is something of a cherished figure amongst the aliens because he has such a destructive penchant for showmanship. Like when he kisses the hand of the loser in "Ruler of My Heart." It's these little moments that those who are fond of Luka eat up because it makes the rounds so much more exciting. And since he's so popular and has won the game before....... I really do think those aliens would just say yolo and let that freak have his way. T_T it makes it interesting, and that's really the crux of entertainment: whether or not it will continue to be interesting and captivate the audience. And Luka knows how to do that efficiently and effectively. <3

AAAAAA and what if what if what if!!!!!!! You used to sing lullabies for him when you were children....... and now Luka's doing that same thing for you and the baby, gently pressing his ear to your bump as if to hear the tiny heartbeat within,,, softly singing those same lullabies that once soothed and comforted him,,, maybe part of it's to mess with and manipulate you in some way. Less vindictive and more so "we're so deeply intertwined whether you like it or not, so recognize it" sort of way,, if that makes a fraction of sense?? T^T and maybe the worst part is that it does calm the baby because all of their kicking and squirming settles the moment Luka puts his hands on your bump and starts singing.

I genuinely think Luka can't push himself too much during sex or any type of exciting activity that requires lots of exertion,, unless he wants his asthma and other symptoms to act up. </3 so naturally this means it's slow, sickeningly sweet, ooey-gooey lovemaking all the time, wherein every breath and moment is seared onto your skin.

[rise-my-angel]

i'm currently on chapter 14 of my re read but let me tell you when i read chapter 11 (robbs death) I SOBBED SO HARD MY SISTER CAME INTO MY ROOM ASKING ME IF I WAS OK. i knew it was gonna happen and i thought i was prepared but i wasn't. it was written so beautifully and the constant call back to the music and trauma reader experiences makes my throat hurt in sorrow.

thank you 💜

Not going to lie, I was on a walk the other night and I had the Rains of Castamere start playing and it almost made me tear up. Like I listened to it on a loop writing that chapter because I literally wrote the actions to match up to the instrumental of the music and I cannot listen to it without envisioning it perfectly in my head.

Fun fact, the speech I wrote Walder Frey speaking is slightly different then his show version, because I wrote his words so that his last sentance matches the final beats of the slower, quiet part before the intensity ramps up implying the action starts. "Afterall, my King is long overdue a wedding gift for he and his Queen."

Where he says "For he and his Queen" I literally wrote that to line up with individual stringed notes going "duh duh duh" which are right before a seconds pause which I can always hear Catelyn calling Robbs name, and then the music starts back up to intensify which is when it all kicks off.

Planning that chapter in as much detail as I did was PAIN and its my own fault I cannot listen to the Rains of Castamere and not imagine the entire scene all over again.

[marleyybluu]

Oscar x pregnant!reader

Wc: 1.9k

warnings: daddy issues, use of OMB scenes so spoilers I guess, sad Spooky, shitty ending cus my attention span cut out

"No, no, no! You can not put down two draw fours!" Yn shouted at Cesar while the two dabbled in an intense game of UNO. Cesar chuckled waving his one card in her face. "You're just mad because you're losing." He bragged. Though it was confirmed she would never admit it, she quickly pouted and placed her hand on her stomach, he chuckled shaking his head knowing the card that she was about to play. "I'm gonna tell your niece or nephew you didn't let their mommy win."

Her boyfriend Spooky could be heard letting out a bellyful laugh from down the hall, he emerged from his room making his way toward them where they sat around the table not too far from the living room. "Mamita, you can't say that every time you don't get your way." She stuck out her tongue. "I can and I will for the remaining six months."

He rolled his eyes and planted a kiss on the top of her head. "Fine," She reluctantly picked up eight more cards just for Cesar to dramatically slam his last one on the table. He stood up took the last swig of his beer and rested the empty bottle on the table, he was next to kiss her head before grabbing his things and heading out. "I'll see you guys later, I'm with Monse if you need me."

"Have fun." She called out. The door closed and the house was once again silent, Yn gathered the cards and packed them nicely back into the box they came in. She heard the sound of the front door opening and assumed it was Cesar, she said "What'd you forget knucklehead?" But frowned when she was met with their father, Ray. A few days ago the older gentleman had found himself across from the traphouse, Cesar panicked about a stranger just stalking outside so Spooky went to investigate, and with Yn's nosey ass at the window, she noticed Spooky's body language and he was not happy.

Spooky never spoke about his dad, maybe once, but that was it. She could tell he had resentment in his heart for that man, he was a stranger and for him to pop back up after all these years wasn't ideal for anyone in this situation. YN had to admit it was nice seeing Cesar happy and hearing him talk about all the things they were going to do and how much they had to catch up on but judging by the look on Ray's face right in front of her... those plans would never set in motion.

She pitied him a half-smile before dodging into the kitchen. Spooky sat in the background on the couch observing the cold interaction, internally smiling that she would be on his side no matter the minor details that she knew. Ray disappeared into one of the rooms, Spooky was curious as to what he was there for but was brought out of it when he was called to the kitchen. He got up and followed her voice, she was desperately trying to reach the third shelf and was failing miserably, usually, she'd grab a chair but with a baby inside she was more cautious of what she did.

"Can you grab a plate for me papito?"

"Of course, baby."

She squealed and applauded the small gesture as he handed the plate over to her. "Thank you." She blew him a kiss but he wanted a real one, his hand snaking around her waist he pulled her in tightly. Her hands ran up his neck and landed under his jawline. Their lips touched, fitting like pieces of a puzzle, melting together like it was the first time. She could feel his hands slide a little further down, she gasped at the hard squeeze he delivered she pulled back smacking his chest. "Why can't I have one little innocent kiss?"

"That question is what got you pregnant in the first place." He joked gently pressing his hand on her little belly. Yn shooed him off. Oscar laughed and left her alone only to return to the main area and see Ray with his duffle bag on top of the table packing his clothes up. "Finally cleaning up your mess?" He asked. Ever since he arrived it'd practically become a pigsty, his girl often complaining that she wasn't some maid for a grown-ass man, especially one she had no relation to. Ray avoided eye contact as he answered. "I'm leaving, think I've caused enough drama."

Leaving. All he did was leave, run away from his problems, and scram when things got serious. It wasn't the first time Oscar experienced it but there was no doubt that it still hurt, he felt himself shrink into that little kid again, watching the man who was supposed to be there for him vanish, the man who was supposed to teach him how to become one disappear without a trace leaving him and Cesar alone to fend for themselves.

"Good," He responded. "You tell Cesar your plan?"

There was a moment of silence, Ray had stopped packing and sighed making eye contact with his oldest. "I'll tell him when I get to Bakersfield, there's a guy up there who can help me out... help you out too-"

Spooky had turned cold, that scowl plastered on his face, the boiling hate flashing in his eyes. "I don't need help, I got everything I need."

Ray let out an amused chuckle. "The Santos? That girl?" Oscar took a step forward, fists balled up, father or not he would put down anyone that disrespected his girl. She was his home, his family, she was everything that he needed. "Her name is Yn, and she let you stay with us, not me... if it were up to me you'd be out on the street with the rest of the stray dogs."

Little did they know they had an audience for this performance, not too far off Yn had poked her head from the kitchen she had stopped what she was doing the minute she heard their voices. "I hope they don't sell you out, I hope she's good to you because one day all that love you think you're getting from them is gonna be gone."

"Ray." He warned. "This street shit isn't the life man, you don't have to stay here, go and make something of yourself."

Oscar's eyes softened, and he began to nod in agreement. "Thanks, Papa, you're right. I could be president or a fucking astronaut, maybe even a movie star right? Because I had such a great fucking role model!"

"I had a shitty dad too, mijo," Ray's tone was so nonchalant when he said it and something about it was making Yn's skin crawl it just sounded like he didn't care. "But you gotta let that rage go."

It took everything for her not toa put in her two cents. How do you let the rage from constant and consistent disappointment go? She could tell Spooky had this overbearing feeling that he was a failure, that he failed Cesar, failed the Santos and even failed her-- so how was he just supposed to let that go?

Yn had thought the fire between them had died down, that Ray had left and Spooky was just standing there disassociating at the fact that he was in his twenties and still being abandoned. But when she brought herself into frame the two of them had gone, their muffled argument had moved outdoors. Her feet carried her to the front door, where she stood behind the screen watching it go down from a distance.

"Everything bad that's ever happened in my life is because of you! You're gonna crush Cesar the same way you crushed me!" His voice weakened, almost cracking like he was fighting to keep that little boy inside. Ray was already at the end of the path, one foot almost on the black tarmac road, he dropped his bag and turned around to face Spooky. "You never wrote to me... you didn't call, you didn't even visit not once! Did you even think about me?"

YN placed her hand over her heart, she wanted nothing more than to drag him inside and coddle him for all he's been through but he needed to let this out he'd been holding it in for far too long. She looked as Ray walked back toward Spooky.

"Oscar-" He began but Spooky shut it down. "You wanna know the worst part about not having a father? I had to be a father to my brother without having been a son first!" He sniffled. "I have a girl in there who loves me, who taught me how to love since I didn't have you or mama as examples... she's having my baby and I'm scared that I'm gonna end up like you!"

Oscar broke, completely shattered. Yn didn't think there'd be a day when she heard her partner weeping from the deep sadness that he felt, the sadness that was cloaked in anger. Ray didn't say anything, he pulled Oscar in for a hug and he resisted at first but once again his inner child betrayed him and he loosened a bit returning the embrace and they stayed like that for a while. Oscar buried his head in his father's shoulder, nothing was said, it was a bittersweet and brief moment before that rage entered his system again. That wall reappeared in seconds.

He wasn't little Oscar Diaz anymore he was back to Spooky who aggressively shoved his father off of him. "Take your shit and go, make sure I don't see you here again."

And just like that, he was gone again. Spooky turned around with a pout on his face, he stopped at the front door seeing Yn through the screen. "Did you eat?" Funny that even in his obvious time of need he was still worried about her. She shook her head, stretched out her hand to his and gently pulled him inside. Once the door closed the tears that he had just soaked back up were released once again. Yn pulled him over to the couch, sat him down and then took her place beside him.

He fell apart in her arms. "I fucking hate him." She rubbed his back. "All he does is fucking leave me... what did I do?"

"Ay! You didn't do anything papito, he's just an asshole."

"Am I not good enough?"

She frowned. "You are more than enough my love, I promise you. You are more than enough for me, for Cesar and for the baby. You did a great job raising him and you will do an even better one raising ours."

He lifted his head from where it rested on her shoulder, she swiped her thumb across his cheeks to wipe his tears. "How are you so sure?"

"You already do enough for the baby and they're not even here. You make sure I'm eating enough, you make sure I'm relaxed. I wish you could've seen your face when I told you." Now she was tearing up. "I couldn't have picked a better person to make a family with."

He softly smiled. "I love you."

"Duh." She sarcastically answered which received a decent chuckle. "I love you too, we're good okay? I'm not going anywhere."

"I know." He mumbled. She smiled and pulled him in for a kiss. "Let's eat, yeah?"

"Yeah."

I just felt like writing something kind of sad. idk why.

for the Pedro girlies im working on Truth or Drink3

for the Rio girlies, working on The Nanny 3

trying not to burn tf out lol just put me down at this point.

if you liked this fic feel free to like this fic, reblogs and comments are appreciated.

peace and love.

[nyaskitten]

The Karlof vs. Kai scene in e1 is so deeply unserious when you consider it's cus this man who's likely Way Too Large wanted to ask Skylor for her coat, but we don't even see her With a coat it's just a hood. Like okay props to you sister Skylor? But why is Karlof so determined to wear a hood? Over his massive metal helmet? Sir if u didn't wanna get cold why wear the armor.

[ventismacchiato]

soooo probably not the case, but what if yn was scaras first raw fuck HELP like i can imagine him not rly trusting ppl so thats why he always carries a condom around cus hes still a slut mhm LMAO

anyway i read the chapter as soon as it came out but it was late and my brain couldnt form a coherent thought so here i am now!

him grinding into the mattress while taking care of yn cus hes focused on their pleasure instead of his own, him throwing the pillow down AHHHH had my SCREAMING

ik u dont write smut all that often but that was INSANELY good, like ill bet my life savings that u got ppl to cum w that fs HELP thank yew for writing. and we all appreciate u writing 2 versions! like the inclusivity HELLOOOO read both versions multiple times and i ate it UPPP

not smut related, but the way scara still has a bit of trouble maintaining a light tone w yn like that scene when they were playing 21 questions, years at each other’s throats so it makes the progression seem a lot more real, since bad habits are hard to break and everything

scara waiting for yn in the kitchen cus he wants to spend more time w them, him cooking slower so they cud possibly eat tgt AHHHH hes so cute. and yn running back to their room is so real even if its the perfect opportunity to get closer to eo, cus i lowk wud do the same… i can nawt for the life of me flirt like hahaha if i never confess then no rejection! HELP

im sooo excited for the next couple of chapters esp knowing angst is coming up like are they gonna confess before then or not? literally felt my chest hurt during this line “silently cursing the distance he couldn't quite bridge.”

ik the angst is gonna get me HARD like ik they fucked and everything, but both of them still hesitating to take that step cus theyre scared of what might happen AGH scara said theyll talk tmrw but im on the edge of my seat cus the others might come back early and talk block them but i might js be overthinking

thanks for writing <33 it was soooo well done, we all genuinely appreciate the time and effort u put in, make sure to get some rest and gl w school! and i gotta apologize for how long this is HELP

ok wait i kinda fuck with that...cus it fits his character I APPROVE! HASHTAG CANON!

i think theres a term for this, stone top (?) idk thats what scara is giving where he just wants yn to feel good ngh

OMG THANK U AND LMFAO? id lowk be flattered yall fess up if u did...AND TYSM OMG

YESS U NOTICED like he dialed it down halfway but it still slips out and i think thats ok cus thats their little dynamic, hes soft when he needs to be yk

HES SO CUTE i hc he had to reheat it a few times cus it kept going cold from how slow he was going AND UR SO REAL I ALSO HATE CONFRONTATION in da clerb we all dying alone

THANK U!! and omg hehe :')

youll see what happens HAHA

omg thank u so much for the sweet ask and DONT BE SORRY I LOVE LONG ASKS AHH i love seeing everyones thoughts