#dominic x tallie

[praeditusnews]

hottest crackships?

the combinations are endless, actually, but here are a few that make me swoon to consider:

gen and emilia- something about this dynamic would be... so funny, plus i'm a sucker for mean girl/nice girl

chan and dove- that anon has me thinking, opposites attract, baby!

fitz and aileen- their enemies to lovers serve?

dom and tallie- yeah! it would be hot! maybe the people are right!

(honorable mention: gemma and marcel xx)

[roosterforme]

Ready, Rough and Unromantic | Rooster x Reader

Summary: When Bradley has a rough day at work, he knows the only thing that will make him feel better is his wife. But will you let him dominate you? Will you let him use you just how he needs to? He shouldn't have been surprised by your answer or your response to him.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, rough smut, dominant smut

Length: 2500 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order.

"I am so proud of you, Roo," you whispered, kissing his neck and zipping up his flight suit. It was early, the sun was just peeking through the bedroom curtains, but you were up helping him get ready for the first day of his duties.

Bradley would be spending the week as an assistant instructor at Top Gun. Few people would appreciate what an honor this was, but you understood it implicitly. You hadn't yet bothered to dress for the day, but you decided to wake up early to wish him luck. 

He ran his fingers along your soft skin, completely bare for him except for your glasses and wedding rings, as he said, "I always want to make you proud, Baby Girl."

When Bradley tipped his head down to kiss your cheek, you giggled. The sound went right to the part of his brain that controlled his unbridled desire for you. All he had to do was squeeze your bare hip with his big hand, and you looked up into his eyes.

"Do we have time?" you asked softly before you bit your lip.

He kind of shrugged and grunted, but you were already lowering the zipper of his flight suit all the way down. Bradley let you take the lead on this one, and when you dropped to your knees, he was not disappointed. 

The way you wrapped your pretty lips around his cock... yeah, there would always be time for that. "You're so fucking good," he groaned as you took him deep, and he hit the back of your throat. You sucked on him until you were gagging, then you pulled him out as a strand of your saliva dripped onto your tits.

"This is for good luck," you told him before you tilted your head and sucked on his balls until he was pulling on your hair a little rough.

"Oh," he groaned. "My wife doesn't mess around." His words were deep and gruff compared to the long, soft moans you made as your tongue swirled up the length of his cock. 

You kissed the tip of him, whispered, "I love you," and then you gave him absolutely filthy head until he was cumming all over you. Your hollowed cheeks and warm hands had him fucking your face until cum dripped out of the corners of your lips. And when he spurted onto your glasses a second later, your giggle returned.

Bradley loved the sight of it enough that he wanted to make a mess with you later on when he had more time. Coat your glasses up real good. Maybe help you lick them clean. 

"Fuck," he growled. "I need to leave, Sweetheart." Bradley pulled you to your feet and placed a soft slap to your ass. You kissed him hard one time, and he promised he'd take care of you later.

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"Tally, tally!" called one of the younger recruits into the radio. But his teammate and wingman left him hanging long enough that Bradley got himself quickly into position. A few seconds later, Bradley got tone on him and eliminated him. 

He was feeling great, and when the team landed along with Bradley, he took some time to show them where they went wrong and how they could improve. "As soon as you hesitate, it's over," he informed them, knowing very well that he had learned that lesson himself not terribly long ago.

The recruits filed back inside for lunch while Bradley joined Maverick and the other teachers to go over the plans for the afternoon. Honestly, he was having a great day, and when he was told he'd be taking another team up in the afternoon, he was looking forward to it.

But he must have been distracted. Or maybe he was the one who hesitated this time. Because as soon as Bradley managed to fly the two seater Super Hornet into a corner, he heard tone lock onto his own aircraft. 

He had been outmaneuvered by a twenty five year old student. 

Bradley landed his aircraft in a state of shocked silence, barely managing to communicate with the tower. He was mortified. And of course, as soon as he walked into the tower, everyone knew about it. 

"It happens," Mav told him. "It was your first day instructing. You'll nail their asses to the wall tomorrow."

But Bradley could see the looks on the students' faces. He could practically hear Nat's voice through her text message.

Are you fucking kidding me, Rooster? They took you out?

He wasn't even sure how she heard about it from the simulation classroom. But seemingly everyone knew. It took everything inside him to keep his shoulders squared and his voice calm. Because inside he wanted to rage. He wanted back up in the air. He wanted to meticulously pick off every single other aircraft one at a time until he didn't feel like a joke anymore. 

And that made him feel like maybe he wasn't ready to be an instructor yet.

"Fuck," he growled, slamming his locker door closed later. Absolutely nobody messed with him in the locker room. Nobody would even look at him. He was surrounded by dead silence everywhere he went. 

As he stormed out to his Bronco, his skin was crawling with the burning need to prove himself. To dominate his surroundings. When he started up the engine, he took a few deep breaths that did nothing to calm the rising temperature of his humiliation. The blazing desire to conquer. Overpower. Defeat.

He needed to get home to you. Somehow he knew you were the only thing that would make him feel better.

By the time he pulled into the driveway, he was practically panting. You were already home from work. This was good. When he opened the front door, he called out, "Where are you?" His voice was raspy. His body was too hot. 

"In the kitchen, Roo!" you replied. "Come tell me all about your day!" 

You had taken your boots and socks off, but you were still in your uniform with your hair pulled back in a tight bun. And you were up on the kitchen counter changing the lightbulb that he had noticed kept flickering. This kind of shit was his job to take care of around the house. You shouldn't have to be up on the counter like this. 

But as soon as he really looked at you, his cock throbbed with need. You looked at him over your shoulder as you finished with the new bulb. "What's wrong?" you asked softly, slightly alarmed. You must have seen the look in his eyes. He had never looked at you like this before.

Bradley knew you could make him feel better. If you let him do it. If you'd let him take his day out on you. 

He snagged you off the counter and into his arms as you squealed, but you quickly gaped at him as he carried you to the bedroom. 

"Bradley?" you whispered, wrapping your hands around the back of his neck and searching his face.

He tossed you onto the bed and climbed on top of you, not bothering to remove his boots. You were silent, eyes wide and lips softly parted as he let you have his body weight. Your gaze was on his lips like you were expecting him to kiss you and be your sweet husband like he usually was.

"No," he growled, and your eyes darted up to his. You looked needy and uncertain. Bradley could tell you wanted to ask him what was going on. But then he read your last name on your nametag, annoyed that it didn't say Bradshaw yet. Very gently, he removed it, snapped it in half, and threw it across the room. Then he unbuttoned your shirt without a word and pushed it open wide. 

Your nipples were straining against your black lace bra. You were very subtly rubbing yourself up against his hard cock. Your pupils were dilated. You wanted to get fucked. 

"I hate your fucking name tag. Okay?" he asked, voice gruff as he wrapped his hand around the front of your neck. "I hate it."

You bit your lip and whispered, "You had a bad day."

"You told me you were going to get a new name tag," he grunted, pressing his hard cock against your thigh. "You said you submitted the paperwork for your name change."

"I did." Your voice was so needy. Bradley shoved his thumb into your mouth and watched as you opened wide and licked him.

"Get a new fucking name tag. And leave the light bulbs for me to change."

"I will," you said again with your mouth full of his thumb.

"Shut up," he growled, and your eyes went so wide as you moaned. "I'm not in the fucking mood. And I'm not going to be sweet. Not right now. I'm going to fuck you so hard, you cry. Use your pussy exactly how I want to."

You moaned around his thumb again. 

"Tell me that's what you want," he demanded. You nodded your head, and he withdrew his thumb. "Fucking say it."

"I want it." Your voice was breathy but sure, and Bradley was going to dominate you until your tears and whining made him feel better. Because there was always only you who could fix him.

He practically ripped open the front of your khaki uniform pants to get to you. Bradley yanked the fabric down your legs and sent your pants across the room to meet your broken name tag. Tiny, black lace panties cut low on your hips. He could see your tattoo. He could tell you were wet through the fabric. 

"You look like a little slut," he informed you. He watched you bite your lip as your back arched off the bed. "You shouldn't be this excited about being manhandled." Then the scrap of black lace met the same fate as your pants and the name tag.

Bradley had to commend you. You kept your mouth shut as he unzipped his flight suit, lowering the sleeves and pulling his cock free. You were silent as he rubbed himself through your wet slit. You didn't make a noise as he slowly slid himself inside your dripping wet pussy until he bottomed out. And only the softest sound escaped your lips as Bradley wrapped his big hands around your hips and lifted you slightly off the bed.

But you screamed when he held you in place, your ass in midair, and fucked you like you were his own personal toy. He slammed into your pussy with short, rough strokes. It was, in so many ways, the dirtiest thing he had ever done to you. And it felt to fucking good, Bradley could cum inside you right now. But your screams had him going harder, wanting to enjoy this feeling of control for as long as possible. 

"Louder," he told you. But he didn't really even need to say anything as he tightened his grip on your flesh and fucked you until tears leaked from your eyes. Your cries filled the room, so loud his ears were ringing from it. 

He withdrew from your body and let you fall to the bed. You were scrambling now, reaching for him. Looking up at him with tears in your eyes like you needed him to kiss you. 

He flipped you onto your belly before ramming his cock inside you again. Your hands were all balled up in the pillowcase as you cried out against the bedding. The rapid slap slap slapping noise of his body dominating yours was one of the prettiest things he had ever heard. The way you were letting him calm his nerves and soothe his ego, well if he hadn't already married you, he'd do it today. 

He palmed you softly before laying a solid smack right to the round of your ass. You moaned and sucked in a deep breath as he leaned down and put his lips next to your ear. "Tell me you want me to stop."

You shook your head and turned to look back at him, eyes red with tears. "Keep going," you hiccupped. "Please."

Bradley pushed your face back down into the pillow as you gasped and cried for him. He pumped his hips hard, grabbing at your thighs and your backside. Then he wrapped his forearm underneath you and pulled you up until you were on your knees for him. And how he had the perfect view of your body as you took him, full hilt, like a champ. You gorgeous pussy grabbed at him with each stroke, and Bradley spit on you where you were joined, making everything wetter.

"You like this, don't you?" he asked as you moaned and whimpered. "Huh? You actually fucking like this." He was so close as he spanked you just to feel you clench around him. "You fucking slut." 

He pressed his lips to your ear again and slipped his hand up to shove his fingers into your mouth. You were moaning and slobbering all over his hand, crying into the pillow. 

"You're perfect," Bradley growled as he filled you up with his cum. He fucked you with jerky strokes, pushing his load deeper and deeper until he guided you down flat on your belly with his hand on your ass. You were half crushed under his body weight, kitten licking his fingers when he realized he felt so good. So much calmer. You made everything better just like he knew you would.

But now he was slightly concerned that he had taken it too far, even with your permission. As he kissed along the back of your neck and ran his fingers softly up your arm, he whispered, "Are you okay, Baby Girl?"

Your voice was still a little watery with tears as you said, "I won't be able to walk tomorrow. And now I need to update my to-do list so I remember to order a new name tag. But that was hot. Do you feel better?"

Bradley wrapped you up in his arms and buried his nose against your skin. He felt perfect. "So much better. Thank you." 

He helped you to your feet with the promise of a bubble bath. Then he assured you he could figure out how to make something for dinner. After he picked up all of the discarded clothing, he threw your name tag in the bathroom trash can while you sank down into the tub.

"I have an extra name tag in my office, you know," you told him with an eye roll and a smirk. 

"I know," he replied, bending to kiss your nose. "And I have an extra one in my locker. You can have it. We can match. It'll be cute." And now all he could think about was you wearing his last name on your khaki uniform every day. 

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Okay, yes...okay, yep. That happened. Stay tuned for the upcoming (4th!) series with Roo and BG called Always Ever Only You! Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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[court-jobi]

Let's Heal Each Other

((banner by me! I don't own Horikoshi's work OR the mindblowing art of @gsony24))

Pairing: Midoriya x reader (fem!reader is a semi-retired pro hero)

Words: 3.6K

Rating: T+ (18+ near the end for some spicy themes)

Warnings: talk about scars, past traumas, FEELINGS, body image issues, hurt/comfort, body worship, kissing, use of petnames

Summary:

You play a game only you keep tallies of: lay hordes of kisses onto your boyfriend until he breaks and gives into your sweet affections. It works-- making him reconsider keeping the majority of his skin (and insecurities) hidden from you, until he believes wholeheartedly that your love for him goes beyond scar tissue and that he literally never wants you to feel an ounce of self-hatred anymore, either. "I don't think I like this uno-reverse treatment. Aren't you supposed to be the flustered one, green eyes?" "You want me to stop?" "..no." "Then respectfully, hush your mouth, honey."

A/N: a love letter to sweet, sweet teacher!deku… I've lowkey always wanted to write for him~ horrified I'm not caught up on the manga/anime as I write this, but I had to dabble! Back into my MHA era I go~

For my My Hero Academia Masterlist, check it out here!

Read on AO3

What began as you looking through his journals and hearing each and every one of your sweetheart’s passions from over his shoulder turned into a game of placing whisper-soft kisses on his cheeks. It was a private game that only you kept tallies of. 

Rules are… anytime he opens his mouth, the timer starts: how long can you hold out before forcing him to stop and take a breath after a quick pebbling of affection? Seeing him sigh at the first touch only encouraged you to do it more. He’d allow a few little pecks here, a few more there, or -like tonight- he’d suffer every one of your little presses until his patience broke, and he had no choice but to give you a kiss back.  It wasn’t that you didn’t want to hear the content of what he shared– he was your own personal podcast, after all… but sometimes the fight to resist kissing him silly just turned tail and was nowhere to be found.

One long kiss turned into two and under the trae lit ceiling of his study, a bit of a makeout session grew as your lovely Izuku Midoriya relaxed into your affections, his hands roaming to your back to pull you comfortably over into his lap from your spot on the couch. He hugged you close and placed plenty of pecks along your cheek and jaw until you ultimately pressed him back into place– all so you could straddle him and face him properly. This move finally made him flounder and start to lose his vocabulary- even at the ripe ‘ole age of twenty-eight. 

You had to giggle a little and tease him for it; you’d expect a boy half his age to sport such a reaction, not a faculty member at UA highschool.

 "This is ok? I just wanted to see that cute face of yours-" you leaned back to give him enough space if he needed, letting your hands trail along his arms, down to his hands.

Izuku, or ‘Deku’ as his friends and the Hero World still called him, grasped yours and fought his wavering voice  to recover.

"N-no no! uh, it’s ok- yeah, it's fine!” want and desire brought out Izuku’s voice flip, “I just uhhh-heh~ haven’t had you sit this close up, like this before. I‘m... like it a lot."

You brushed your thumbs along his hands and linked his dominant's hand’s fingers with yours– noticing the pull of some scarring there for perhaps the first time. 

Izuku swallowed and tensed, pulling back to simply squeeze your hand briefly before letting go. Turning his wrist to turn down his cuff sleeve clenched that fist  so tightly,  the scars turned white.

"U-um.. yeah, I know it's pretty rough to look at. I hurt myself a lot my first year at UA- as a student, I mean. It's kind of embarrassing..." Izuku laughed it off, massaging his hand palm side up so you didn’t have to see.

"Embarrassing? Why?" You brushed his hair back on one side soothingly. 

Izuku met your eyes, finding nothing but genuine interest. Any effort to keep him talking would reward him in the end– only now you feared this was not a game anymore, but rather a necessary act of reassurance. He shook off any initial nerves with a quick tease back,

“... You’re just–  trying to get me to lay off the stats, aren’t you.”

“Course not,” you defended, “but it seems like if I touched a nerve, it must be important and I don’t wanna gloss over that either. So, I wanna know all about that, too.”

Izuku quirked his lip and carried on, "If you insist. I guess the short of it is, I didn’t know my limits when I enrolled, and I damaged myself beyond repair while training with ‘One for All’. The tightness is a lot better now! But I overdid it... and I'll always have these scars as a reminder- they're… still there."

Care for his younger self flooded you. It’s clear Izuku still had plenty of regrets surrounding his former hero days, at least in how he went about discussing it. Were he still active as a hero, he might view battle scars differently - just signs of the lifestyle. Now on him, they must be more painful reminders  instead.

"May I see?"

Once again, the man looked up in surprise to see your little half smile and steeled himself– not having the heart to say no to you when you were being sweet. You were his girl after all. 

So, Izuku shimmied himself out of his sportek hoodie, and you scooted off his lap to give him room. You always noted he wore a black underarmor shirt, no matter the weather, and now realized why. 

Biting the inner of his cheek, Izuku kept his sights up and over your shoulder as he rolled each sleeve off, wrenching it between his hands. Jagged scars ran all the way up his dominant arm to a big patch behind his tricep. His shoulder remained largely untouched save for a dangerous slice following where the underarm curved upwards. Without the pop of a shirt collar or the bunching of a hoodie, you now fully saw the stiff scar that trailed up his neck and matched in color to the one gracing his face.

For all the years that had passed since those days which he’s fully told you were a time of intensive training and exercise, you were surprised to learn that he’s kept up a workout discipline. His body was scarred, yes, but still incredibly strong. He’s clearly prioritized keeping himself in shape, if for no other reason than to maintain  flexibility and range of motion. 

The whole moment fell quiet, but extremely intimate– even as he left his  base tank top on. You ran your fingers up his now bare arm and hummed gently.

"Well..." you leaned demurely towards the back of the couch, admiring the freckles that stood out between the changed pigments, "for what it's worth, I think they read ‘I lived’ rather than ‘I failed’. And I don’t think they’re ugly." You kissed a broad line on his bicep and met his eyes. " ‘Scars are tattoos with better stories’, right? Yours even have ‘sparkles’." 

Though touched enough to give a sweet little hum back, his expression held tears right at the surface. He looked at your arm in comparison and let out a little sigh, his own fingers caressing the soft skin there. Didn’t take anyone with a psychic quirk to tell what he was thinking. 

"Here–”

You sat up and turned around, starting to lift the back of your own shirt, and you heard his squeak of surprise–

"UhhhHWHATareyoudoing!!" Izuku reared back as if his scandalized mother would enter the room at any moment. 

"Relax, tiger,” you fitted a look over your shoulder and teased. Holding the shirt in place over your shoulders, you activated your kinetic quirk and doing so illuminated some rigid scarring across your lower back- what looked like whip marks as you'd seen from the surgery notes.

Gemlike light shone through even your underclothes, up your back, then on a diagonal across your neck. These were your own battle scars from over the years. You pointed with your thumb starting at the low spine, 

"These were from when I was first captured in Panama. Up here, when I tried to escape." Then you twisted to the side a bit where a big gash shone brilliantly to just under your left breast, "this, I got when I tried to make a quick rescue during my first internship in the States. I had a little boy in my right hand and couldn't drop him, so I took a hit on the other side." You shared these stories softly and he studied each with complete care.

 Izuku reached a bit with his good hand, but stayed his motion when he hovered an inch away. 

You encouraged, with ultimate trust, "You can touch it." 

Despite your kind chirp, his eyes checked over you briefly and simply brushed you with the back of two fingers at first. He let out a shaky breath at the sight that greeted him– the light danced around his fingers, interacting with his presence like ethereal steam rising around the contours. There were so many moments watching you in combat with these sorts of emissions that he remembered blackwhip- one of the more practical gifts ‘One for All’ had offered him, though equally dangerous and hard to control.

You had your own ‘blackwhip’ and it gifted you similar lessons learned- he wasn’t the only one. 

"See? It's not so bad," you resolved any concern Izuku had shown so far. He sought your eyes again, catching sight of the side of your other cheek which was also glowing a bit. "-- at least we match in the face shot department~" 

With a scoot, you slid back to face him again; he noted the scar across the temple of your hair trickling down to the top of your cheek bone. The way the light shone mimicked a tear’s tread down a fogged windowpane.

Ultimate care brought Izuku to reach up -to stop it’s run somehow- and touched the skin with a gentleness you came to love about him. Anticipating his concern, you mumbled something about it only really hurting when you have a glare headache after too much screentime, reminiscing on the throbbing sensation.

"Huh..." Why couldn't he see them before? Why would your quirk hold onto pain this way?

"They only show up when I'm actively using my power to its fullest, and these are usually covered by clothes or face shield when I'm driving." You tuned into his thoughts perfectly. "But… I know they’re there, even if I’m completely covered up. I see ‘em in the back of my mind anytime I’m in front of a mirror." 

As you deactivate your illumination and your skin settled back to normal, you righted your sweater down to your waist so it didn’t catch in the sofa cushions. If you were bothered at all, you barely showed it through your shrug.

"Everyone carries scars- not every single one can be seen, but we all have them. If not physical, emotional then." Running your manicured hand along the edge of his jaw made him lean into the touch, not unlike a puppy. "Please dont think less of yourself because of this... you're too wonderful to even think so poorly. If nothing else, it's proof of how great a hero you are." 

He was one, after all, according to the annals of the Pro Hero Japan Registrar… but Izuku  hardly felt like one anymore. It was an old pain in several ways past the tangible. Because ultimately, he had his chance of being an active pro hero– which was now fully over the minute he expelled the last of his power and ended the cycle for good. 

Help of friends, mentors, and loads of therapy have helped him cope with the memories and pressures of his time in school– all to bring him to a better, more healthy mindset in terms of his place in the world. Putting in the mental work was his largest success, to his credit. In many ways, his life was even more fulfilling now; Izuku fully recognized that and expressed gratitude vocally. Teaching gave him both an outlet and a purpose that he shined in. Still, a selfish twinge of him still hurt knowing how it all panned out- how different his life ended up from what he’d dreamed. 

‘What a great hero I am’…What kind of hero am I?’ his eyes grieved with distance behind them,  ‘Now that I'm no more than a living legend like All Might? He at least got to have a full career.’

Behind a tight lipped smile, Izuku wanted everything in him to sink into your loving sentiments as they often consoled him like none other; but now he found his delight dropping against his will. And how could he fight your praise when you looked at him so earnestly? Like you believed it? It seemed this sentiment upset him. Izuku never once doubted your sweetness so visibly, until now. 

It seemed dating you brought some old feelings to the surface– try as he might to ignore them.

As if sensing the turn of his thoughts inward, you read the tiniest of changes in his posture and pressed on, pulling your legs up to stretch over his lap. Unphased, Izuku dropped the hoodie to the floor and absently caressed your calves.

“You do know you’re still a hero, right?”

Izuku cocked his head, not understanding.

“You were one before any of that madness. They show it all the time at the schools, y’know,” you shared with a good deal of pride, “The sludge monster that had your friend– that was Deku’s first mission. Bet you didn’t know it then, anymore than you do now: even while you’re teaching the next generation of heroes. Your words, your mind, and your heart– you’re still very much a hero… by all three you carry with you.”

And just like that, Izuku truly didn’t think he could melt into the floor like Mirio– until that very moment. It was that pinnacle point that Allmight identified it, too. The instinct that turned the rest of his life upside down. 

Betrayed by his disciplined nerves, his weepy heartstrings eeked out a catch in his voice, 

"How is it you always know just what to say?..."

Your brilliant smile pressed your cheeks into the most charming lift, knowing him all too well and being proud of it:

"I feel like you do, more than you think. I've gotten really good at masking my own issues, so I get it.”

In a split second, Izuku channeled all  self-pitying energy into full, protective alarm–

"IsSuEs?? About what?!–Yourself- how could you say that??"

You chuckled with a full heart, and gave him another doting kiss on the shoulder to try and deter him. 

"Well I'm not exactly a tiny girl anymore, hot stuff~ Mah thighs have been particularly blessed since I took a step back from active duty, and they’re at war with any skirt or pants I find." You palmed down your legs briefly, stretching and doing your best to be alluring, "You don’t seem to mind too much ‘bout my size though, so I don’t sweat it nowadays… You inspired me, actually.”

Light suspicion glared back at you, listening but friendly. “How so?”

You turned introspective yourself- but voiced your train of thought rather than shut it up behind pretty eyes and stunted vulnerability.

“Oh, that silly voice in my head shouts just as loudly as anyone else, so I’m plenty guilty of keeping myself down. She doesn’t serve me though, and that’s taken some reframing to get over… I started focusing on making you feel better, when I met you. Share something outside of myself. That makes me happy. Helps keep things in perspective and not stay hung up hard on myself either.”

Before you could read into how tenderly your Izuku was listening to you, you bombarded him with a bite of your trademark humor..

“I mean, let’s be honest– you’ve done the impossible work of convincing me to finish an entire Stanley before lunch, all in the name of hydration! That’s true love right there…”

You reclined back fully now- an extension of your true level of comfort with him. Watching you ease your way down, Izuku would have been flustered at any other time, but now? All he did was fawn after you like you hung the stars yourself.

“You deserve some happiness, baby,” you reminded him. “If I can play any part in that, give you even a fraction of what you’ve given me? I’m honored for the chance.  Not for everything you've done– but everything you are. To me."

Seeing Izuku’s newfound appreciation and sentimental smile, you feared he would slide right off the sofa and take you with him– until a newly confident smirk took its place.

A flit of his gaze down your body proved he’d decided otherwise: you were gonna pay for the  emotional roller coaster this night has turned into.

Picking up one of your bent legs and chucking it off the couch, Izuku stole you from your comfy position outright: he scooped you up, then plopped you down again with the immense strength he did in fact still carry– all to snuggle up by pinning you where he liked. The surprise had its desired effect, as you giggled at your hero snatching you– squeezing him in a tight, full body hug.

"If you're going to let me not worry about my arms,” Izuku curtailed his laughing, “-then I'll see to it that you don't worry about these–”

He muffled a kiss to your thigh after scooting backwards- one kiss each, then settled his chin on your tummy. 

"You’re really beautiful,” Izuku marvelled, “I’ve always thought that. Inside and out." 

You stuttered a bit and leaned up on your elbows. Your earlier bravery was slipping now that the roles were reversed. 

Next, he set a loving course of affections there on your stomach too, and scattered more smooches across your midsection, regardless of the barrier your sweater kept between. The hand not supporting his weight caressed your side and even dipped underneath the hem a little.

"Izuku...." you sighed a bit, running through his hair again. There he goes, making you thoroughly embarrassed.

“You should take your own advice, sweet girl,” he shared wisely, “-- treat ourselves as nicely as we treat others– and I don’t mean about keeping you hydrated, silly.”

You snorted back. No argument there– but you hear him out all the same.

“You’re right about that, y’know,” his sights adored you inch by inch as he spoke. “I can wish and wonder how things might have been n’let that keep me down… or, I can be proud of what I’m making now… the future I get to live and see… with the loveliest woman on Earth.”

These comments would be the death of you. Death by Deku.

You chuffed at the change, “Well, geez what happened to my blushing bride?  A little pep talk all you needed?”

“Mmmyup. Your turn, now.”

“I dunno if I like this uno-reverse,” you teased his scalp– “it’s definitely.. different.”

Izuku mouths a minute at your wrist, puppy eyes locked on yours, “You wan’ me to stop?”

“...No.”

“Then respectfully, hush your mouth, honey.”

Littering compliments on you caused Izuku to kiss you a bit slower, crawling up your body, pressing tiny kisses up your middle, skipping your chest (politely) and going for the open space from your off shoulder top to take a taste of you on your collarbone. He hummed on contact with skin, brushing some of your flyaways up and away.  He muttered between kisses. 

‘You smell good… well, of course, you always smell good, always feel s’soft…’

Sighs and spoken praise passed the man’s lips as chose a new spot on your shoulder to adore, claiming you as soft and warm in the tenderest of ways, humming distractedly along every spot he deemed worthy of worship.

Without your noticing, those very strong, steady, scarred hands guided your chin– leading your head away so he'd have room by your neck. This was a great tactic to hide your dizzying aversion, so you’d be damned to stop him now.

Completely unfair. Wasn’t it his job to be constantly embarrassed?!

Taking your pitiful moans as a hint for a breather, Izuku pulled back to savor how cute your face contorted in shyness.

Your darling Izuku leaned down to your ear while you hugged him closer than ever now. The hot anticipation in your belly let its tight grip loose to something relieving to your senses; a refreshing blanket of comfort, rather than white-hot lust and drive. He nuzzled you as he spoke, whispering such caring words,

 "You hold onto me, love, and I'll hold onto you. Let's help heal each other."

You hummed in agreement and gasped a little at feeling warm lips meeting your neck for the first time. The sound that left you, involuntary as it was, did nothing but give him the confirmation he wanted. 

Izuku’s kisses fell gently and sweet from that moment forward, tongue lapping after some sucked areas to ease any harshness on his way to your waiting mouth. He seemed to be lost in his actions, moaning little utterances of your name as he went. You called  for him too in your lovestruck haze, rubbing his shoulders and holding him in place lightly by the hair once he graced your lips at long last. 

His hands trailed all over your sides and with your encouragement finally reaching his ears, he grasped at your waist a little firmer. Strength and assurance on full display, he turned the both of you over so you laid in his arms fully, and he met your lips with newfound passion.

Pausing to catch a breath, you both looked at each other with such respect and understanding and  damn near reverence that you couldn't keep a smile in. He could have sworn you were sunlight. Warmth you'd never felt before bloomed inside.

Not that you’d ever be the one to make him stop once he’s on a roll, but you caught sight of the abandoned notebook on the ground beside you. Still open, long forgotten.

“What happened to quizzing me on Present Mic’s sound wave frequencies per mile~” you mouthed to him, breathless. 

Izuku simply held you tighter, onto his brightest sunflower. “Nah, maybe later. ‘Wanna play your game first.”

[littlefireball]

ᴍɢ|ᴀ ᴛᴏʏ (ᴍ)

ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴍɪɴɢɪ~ɢᴏᴅ ᴏꜰ ʀᴜᴛʜʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴍɪɴɢɪ x ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ꜱᴇʀᴠᴀɴᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ꜱᴍᴜᴛ|ᴜɴᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴇx|ʙᴅꜱᴍ|ʀᴏᴜɢʜ ꜱᴇx|ᴄʜᴏᴋɪɴɢ|ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ|ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1.9ᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇQᴜᴇʟ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ: ᴀᴛᴇᴇᴢ ᴀꜱ ꜰᴀᴋᴇ ɢᴏᴅꜱ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱ: ꜱᴇᴏɴɢʜᴡᴀ, ʏᴇᴏꜱᴀɴɢ

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Days turned into weeks, and weeks bled into months, as you found yourself trapped in a cycle of pain and pleasure at Mingi's mercy. Each day, his demeanor is not one of unwavering composure. In moments of joy, he may extend a touch more kindness, allowing you to indulge in culinary delights fit for deities and granting you the luxury of your own private sanctuary.

Yet, the anguish he has inflicted upon you cannot be assuaged by mere possessions. The tally of your wounds, a testament to his harshness, has long surpassed your ability to remember.

Each dawn brought with it a fresh reminder of your subjugation, his smile a grotesque mockery of the affection you yearned for. Your body bore the scars of his relentless possession, both physical and emotional, but you couldn't help but feel a twisted sort of attraction towards him—a dangerous fascination with the very thing that kept you captive.

But hope was a dangerous indulgence in your situation. Every time you dared to dream of escape or redemption, Mingi would remind you of your place with a brutal reminder of his power. He kept you guessing, toying with you like a cat with a mouse, enjoying the dance of dominance and submission he had created.

"Okay, doll. "Where do you want me to touch you first?" Mingi smirked, eagerly awaiting your response. The stick holding in his hand moved from the top to the bottom, sending a shiver down your spine because of the itchy feelings.

"My hips, please." "Oh your pussy?" He smacked your ass with a great force, causing you to bite your lips and lean forward. Your waists were locked above the head, blocking your way to evade his spank. You didn't want him to touch you like this but obey was the only choice.

"Then which part? Slut." "My…my chest." Not as you expected, he dragged his movements all the way up to your thighs before hitting your clit hard. "Hmm!!" You pursed your lips to suppress your scream, you knew he hated it.

"Does it hurt?" "No, sir." "Good." He slapped your cheek several times before squeezing it. "Okay, now. Tell me what you said to my mother yesterday." His thick cock sank between your thighs, jerking himself while rubbing against your entrance. You gasped for pleasure but also for fear because he will punish you if the answer is not what he likes to hear. "Just your daily workout, sir." "Huh?Do you think I will believe you?" In an instant, he yanked the tether attached to your collar, forcing your head back and causing you to close your eyes tightly against the sharp sting of discomfort.

"Lying is not good, slut." He bumped into you without a second thought, causing you to let out a scream. "Shut up." His hand climbed up to cover your mouth and nose, all your breath fell on his palm while he thrusted so fast and deep. Mingi snaked another hand to your inner kneel, pulling your leg up and wrapping it around his waist.

Settling his palm on your cheeks, caressing them before delivering a sharp slap that brought tears to your eyes. "This is your consequence, Y/N. Who dared to betray me, hmm?" Your eyes widened in disbelief at his accusation, shaking your head in a desperate attempt to assert your innocence. Yet, he remained unfazed, relentlessly thrusting against you, showing no mercy as he struck your flushed cheeks repeatedly.

His hands left your cheek but settled on your wrists, unlocked the handcuffs before shoving you to the bed as nothing. He flipped you effortlessly, leaving your pelvis up harshly while you buried your face into the mattress with a whine. "Ok, show me if you're worth being forgiven." He once again grabbed the tether and pulled back tightly, making you throw your head at a strange angle and meet his perverted gazes. "Don't close your eyes or I'll just punish you, harder." Before he finished his words, he entered deep inside you.

"Fuck…" You murmured under your breath, not daring to shout out. He hated everything about you, your voice, your existence…but he also showed some affection to you. Maybe it was only your illusion though. His thigh hold on the tether made you breathless, the sight in front of you became vague as if a fog surrounded your eyes. Limbs went weak, body squirmed, you were on the edge.

"Gosh, fuck." But, again, Mingi didn't notice your discomfort but only stayed in his own world to chase his peak. The way he battered your sweet spot made him kind of excited, especially when you tried hard to suppress the moaning. He loved how you obey his words, his orders. Such a good girl. Your ass bounced each time he snapped his hips into you, it was amazing.

The steady skin slapping sound became faster and faster. His hand moved under your body, pulling your body and the tether close to his chest, pressing against your flushed back. Gripping your throat with his big hand, several red circle marks landed on your neck, making you breathe convulsively. "Fuck, I need to cum…" He nested his head in your neck, biting your skin, feeling all the heat rush to his tip and finally release in you. His thrusting got slower while he panted until fully stopped.

He loosened his hold, allowing you to recline on the bed, the sound of his departure for a shower echoing softly in the air. "Hey, tidy up." Just as you were on the brink of slumber, his resonant voice stirred you from your reverie. He stood at the foot of the bed, a towel extended towards you. "Yes, sir." "I trust you kept my mother in the dark." You looked up at him, bewildered. "What I did to you was just for fun."

Fun? Yes, fun. Ha, you were his toy. It had become customary for him to regard you in this manner, a reality to which you had grown accustomed. After you tidied up, he enveloped you in his embrace, the warmth radiating from behind you instilling a sense of tranquility. This was the sole warmth you experienced in this paradise, albeit an illusion. You found yourself irresistibly drawn to this sensation, and Mingi was fully aware of it, skillfully wielding it to transform you into his exclusive plaything.

The next morning, Mingi's mother summoned you to her chambers earlier than usual while Mingi was out. Her expression was nothing but anger, his eyes hooded as he regarded you from across the room. "Such a useless bitch." Mingi's mother heartlessly slapped you before you could say any words, causing you to collapse in agony, blood spurted from the mouth.

"I told you to tell me what he had done! And I thrust you he just worked out everyday. You guess what? He brought the army to attack my stronghold!!" Her stronghold? Or I should say, a place where the kept men were hidden. Such a lofty goddess actually did such a slanderous thing. While this behavior is not unprecedented, it tarnished her reputation. She has chosen to cast all the blame upon you.

Silence was the best choice when the explanation was useless. How could you tell her you have no energy to check on his son because you two had sex everyday?

The force of the blow echoed through the chamber as she kept punching you without mercy, leaving you stunned and disoriented. Pain pulsed through your cheek, and you tasted the metallic tang of blood in your mouth. She stood over you, her face contorted with rage, her eyes blazing with hatred.

"You're no longer useful. Drag her away and throw to hell." "No, please…" As you tried to speak, a maid dragged you from the ground, leaving a blood road. "Wait. Bitch, clean this mess up before you leave. So fucking dirty." She raised her skirt slightly, gliding past you with a disdainful expression etched upon her features. Just then, the door swung wide, revealing Mingi standing before you. Uncertain if it was merely a figment of your imagination, you perceive a flicker of anger in his gaze.

"Hey, mother. Are you okay?" Mingi leaned down to keep an eye on his mother, his voice tingling with a hint of impatience. "Hem. I am better than okay." "That's good. But I am not okay." "Then deal with it yourself. It's not my business." "It did your business, mother." As she tried to leave, Mingi blocked her way by raising a hand. "You hurt my wife and my child."

A look of disbelief washed over both you and her mother simultaneously. What had he just uttered? His wife? A child? When did this transpire? Summoning every ounce of strength within him, he conjured a radiant sphere of light in his palm and hurled it forcefully towards the woman's midsection, sending her sprawling backward. "Step away from my wife, and consider this your final warning." He approached you, sliding his arms beneath your knee and back, lifting you with ease.

"Sir…?" You said weakly.

"Shh, keep quiet."

"How dare you!!"His mother struggled to stand up, pointing at Mingi's back.

"That should be what I said. Murdering the wife of a god and his offspring, these two crimes are enough to send you to hell. Or you can tell the world you have tons of kept men."

"Hem!My good boy! Now dare to fight against me."

"You started it first." He cast a withering glance her way before retreating to his chamber. Your mind was clouded by the overwhelming loss of blood, leaving you unable to fathom why he would wish to save you. Would it not be better to just let you die? After all, he harbors disdain for you. If his desire is merely for your form, countless others possess more alluring physiques. The reasons elude you, and you find yourself drifting into a deep slumber.

Mingi seemed to infuse every ounce of his affection into the kiss, tenderly caressing and teasing your lips with a softness that surpassed all previous encounters. He drew you nearer, deepening the kiss with fervor, savoring the sweetness that lingered on your tongue, playfully dancing with it as he lost himself in the moment.

As your body temperature normalized, or perhaps it was the lingering warmth of his kiss, your eyelids fluttered open. Before you lay Mingi, gently caressing your lips with his own, enveloping you in a cocoon of warmth. "Hmm…?" You instinctively pushed him back, your gaze fixed on the man whose fervor had left you both bewildered and anxious.

Mingi, noticing your awakening, paused, his expression transforming into one of delight and astonishment. "You're awake." "What are you doing?" Your thoughts were still clouded, struggling to grasp the reality of the moment. A fleeting glance revealed your bare forms entwined in a pool, prompting you to attempt an escape. Yet, Mingi swiftly captured you once more, pressing you against the wall with an intensity that left you breathless.

"How dare you wanna leave, huh? Little kitten." "Why…" "I'm healing you, shouldn't you be grateful?" He kissed your neck while licking it, sending a goosebump to you. "You are mine, Y/N. You can't die without my order, get it?" At that time, you finally know he neither likes nor dislikes you, but loves the sensation of being the top, and you are just someone who satisfies his perverted desires. And your twisted emotions towards him? Maybe it's true or fake. You didn't know.

"You are my toy, Y/N. Don't forget it."

[raceweek]

Hey what happened in the 2020 season with Alex? (Sorry new fan and still learning)

omg you never need to apologise to me for not knowing things i literally know nothing

the 2020 season from the alexnation perspective was like being in a hamster ball being hurled around for 5 months straight basically but here’s the breakdown:

so for context 2019 was really really good for alex he was promoted as a rookie and he shunted a fair few times and most of the time wasn’t on maxs quali pace but red bull were the third quickest team so he wasn’t expected to win or anything. alex ultimately beat pierres points tally from his 12 races in the red bull within 7 as a rookie so like. whilst it was insane behaviour for red bull to promote him in the first place he did perform phenomenally

then we turn to 2020 pre season testing. mercedes was dominant as per (dreamy sigh) and the red bull was quick but looked. edgy. for both alex and max but ferrari were fucking nowhere so it was still like really positive for red bull bc it was basically two extra places gained and then. global pandemic. and then as a footnote to the whole you know. global pandemic. sebastian vettel was dumped from the love island villa (ferrari (everyone gasped))

and then! triple header one and the first race in austria had max running an upgraded front wing and none for alex and it was like understood i think like it wasn’t a big deal at the time

and then everything that could have possibly happened. happened. in the race and alex and lewis…yeah. but the world did in fact keep spinning!

and then alex got p4 in the second austria race (altho. significantly off of maxs pace in p3 for sureee) and everyone was like if only max had a rear gunner (wistful) which in my opinion is an insult to lewis and the w11 but whatever. nothing else really happened here other than horner and marko making kissy faces at seb during this time but that’s just contextfkdkd

so then the next race in hungary alex qualified p13 and even though max only qualified p7 and it was the third race of the season alex was getting eaten alive and george was on live tv like red bull are making him look like an idiot and he’s not an idiot and they need to fix it for him and it was like fucking hell what is going ONNN we haven’t even made it to the third race yet (like imagine anyone coming out and declaring this after australia quali this year like. wild scenes)

so then one week break and then triple header two started and during the races at silverstone they start talking in the media about when the best time to demote alex is even though the only times he’d finished outside the top six was brazil 2019 and austria 2020 which. pls consult youtube if you need further info here

they also changed alexs race engineer in silverstone so More turbulence altho completely welcome this time (simon rennie come back we love u, ur so sexc haha x)

then during the final triple header 2 race in barcelona he gets put on the most ass strategy known to man like with context this was criminal behaviour actually

and then one week break and then triple header 3 starts (do you feel like a hamster yet) at spa and unbeknownst to us all at the time but later confirmed by will buxton and dts horner is in the mf pitlane in spa propositioning seb like one more year and then you can come home which. have some decorum alex is behind you in the garage. but anyway in the general media everyone was gagging for pierre’s red bull return so there were bigger fish

anyway. SPA. they did this to my boy

and alex made the best out of it but as per the comeback kid episode of dts that everyone loves (🙃) alex was made out to be useless and it was like. wtf did you expect

THEN between spa and monza helmut marko was like oh btw alex hasn’t actually had the same parts as max for most races this year okay bye and alexnation was like…wtf. but then no one else really cared and it was like UMMM OKAY

and then monza happened and alex was in a first lap sandwich involving pierre and then second lap crashed into grosjean (alexs fault - live laugh love x) and had a huge chunk of his floor missing so finished p nowhere and then. pierre won and good for her i guess but then ex drivers were on live tv demanding alex step down for pierre which like no one has ever done this in the history of the sport as far as im aware so it was fucking savage especially when this was the first race alex had finished outside of the points for red bull in (with the exception of the two aforementioned events)

and then mugello wooooooooooooo!! alexs first podium!!!!!! i was gassed at the time but it was sort of sad looking back like if you listen to his team radio across the line from getting p7 in canada and then compare it to his first podium in mugello it’s. yeah! we were enduring it!!

and then sochi happened in its own weird bubble and alex was nowhere really got caught behind carlos hitting the wall at the first corner after a poor quali and that was that

then. triple header number four starts with horner giving alex an ultimatum of we’re backing you but we want results in the next three races or ur finished hunny which. okay

then first race of the triple header max ends up blocking alex in his quali run (live laugh love 2.0 x) and then:

YEAH

nurburgring was the they race me so hard incident. available to view elsewhere bc god knows im not reliving that!!

imola was again nightmarish. red bull media team said alex was working with a mental coach (patrick his trainer had got mental health qualifications basically) and was supporting him etc which. here comes paul di resta live on air laughing about how max wouldn’t need mental support. it was once again. brutal. especially bc he was getting a load of xenophobic abuse online already like fuck off

back on the track alex basically spun on his own but thought he had been hit and no one thought to tell him before he went into the media pen that he hadn’t actually been hit so it was fucking awkward and yeah twitter was brutal again

then istanbul happened. red bull looked promising but both max and alex finished well off so it was just whatever really lewis did a madness no one really cared about red bull

then final three races of the season started with the grosjean crash in bahrain which ended with alex on the podium and then checo won sakhir and alex wasn’t really there and then we were at the final race in abu dhabi where red bull officially signed checo (as confirmed by will buxtons analysis of the curtains. god i can’t believe this season was real)

but alex didn’t find out for like two weeks later when the season was well and truly over and was taking drinks to the factory for everyone and it was heartbreaking and then he didn’t have a seat and spent the next year saying it killed him so. yeah…TA-DA

[tame-a-messenger]

Since the sit com live is so close, what are your main predictions before watching? Do you think it’s gonna be good, who do you think is gonna break the most, and stuff like that

OOOO FUN!!

I think it's going to be the best Live they've done in recent time!

I really believe in Syd and Olivia as the main writers, anytime they've been involved with writing things with Smosh it's always my favorite content (I've watched Smosh videos and ended up thinking it was better than usual and of course their names are always attached <3)

From what Syd + Olivia said;

Keith & Angela are going to have long dialogue with hard words, so they will probably be getting things wrong and switching somewhat frequently

They also said Amanda & Shayne are probably going to break often based on how much improv and wild que cards they'll get.

I'm thinking

Chanse will break a lot because of Krungle

Damien & Noah will break over Dominic and Sebastian

Anthony is going to break a lot purely based on him not acting too much the last couple years (he's also going to be having too much fun!)

For who's going to break the most I'm thinking Keith, Chanse and Anthony? They seem the giggly-est to me :D (I can't wait to see the tally of breaks after!)

MOVING ONTO PREDS!!

REALISTIC PREDIDICTIONS

The Chosen's are going to be in-between storylines as a sort of "Ad Break" I'm guessing they'll be doing the Live voting segments

Martha x Dominic kiss

Krungle flirting with all the cast and saying some VILE pick up lines

Young Sebastian is going to blow someone up (light someone on fire?)

UNREALISTIC PREDICTIONS

Musical break? like they break into song at some point (possibly romantic)

Benny having Homosexual tendencies

Martha revealed to be a lesbian (I'm thinking there's going to be something romantic going on with her and one of the other main characters)

Martha x Krungle reciprocated flirting (see above^)

Young Sebastian having a kid crush on one of the main 4 (main 4 = Benny, Dominic, Martha, Kevin) NON RECIPROCATED !!

The show ends with Kevin getting his birthday party, and his birthday cake setting off Sebastian's contraption(?) and the screen cuts to black as explosion sounds go off with screaming :D

I won't be able to watch it live so let me know if I got anything right!

The biggest thing I'm excited for is everyone being together! It's never happened with all of the cast in this era!

[baeklination]

Stalemate.

Date: 231106

Warnings: SMUT 🔞, fucking, anal, on the angry and dominant side, some might experience a bit of angst (not terribly much).

Pairing: Baekhyun x F. Reader

WC: 1,1k

NOTE: First of Theme BAMBI. I hadn't planned for the first one to be a rougher sort, but the other short is not my most typical style, and taking word count and mode into consideration it ended up like this.

Anyway! I hope you like it - the good Lord knows you've waited long enough.

Masterlist

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It's ridiculous. 

No, he is ridiculous. 

Fights with Baekhyun are few and far between, but sometimes they do happen.

Going over it like a merry-go-round, grinding the irritation, frustration, into your head until you decide to let it go. "Eh, what do I care? If he wants to be the idiot… I don't have to spend my time on it. It'll get sorted soon enough…"

Putting your keys in the little porcelain dish on the hallway counter, this isn't remotely how you'd imagined ending the night - in a home dark and quiet save for the drumming of the rain. 

As you run out of things to do your thoughts start creeping back thataway and as the clock keeps going you're subconsciously tallying up the time he lets go by without contacting you, without apologizing. 

Now you are ridiculous.

Finding any excuse to look at your phone, pretending to be checking the time, you're secretly disappointed when there's no text from him even though you specifically told him not to; even though you know a single word from him would have incensed you.

The problem with sharing an apartment versus having someone move in is you can't forbid them from coming there. Can't make time for soothing your mind and constructive thinking before seeing him again; it's all willy-nilly, come as it may. And when it does today, you get a knot in your stomach. You don't, you do, want him to come. Regret. Anger.

Here, in the night, his motorcycle approaching is easy to hear. Isn't it curious how, now that you're fighting, the sound of his bike infuriates you? It's barely that you can make anything out through the rain curtain on the window, but the figure down there is him alright, his grey hair soaked in return for not wearing a helmet.

Idiot…

A short acknowledgement that someone entered is all he gets when you pass the hallway, noting that the leather jacket he dumps on the chair is full of water beads. Riding in rain is hellish and by the expression on his face it hasn't exactly eased his tension. He says nothing - you say nothing. Stalemate. 

Whatever pinch of regret you had when he wasn't there gets pushed aside by cold rage when he is, so when you see his back in the doorway to the bedroom - his realization that he's been expelled to the guestroom - you're filled with a perverted sense of satisfaction, yet note the rancid kickback of him walking by without so much as a glance.

The fight will be over soon enough, but it's nonetheless awkward sharing space. Intently listening to hear his door close before going up to brush your teeth, hoping he won't be waiting outside when you're done, whether he's there to resume arguing or actually wants to go in there. Ultimately the second scenario is the worst. Arguing is "easy"; you know your mind and stick to your guns. But having someone you're in love with not try for contact inspires cracks in your cold foundation.

Tippy-toe is a straining emotional position to be in.

Eventually retiring to the bedroom it feels like you're going into a safe cocoon. Like you've managed to zigzag through dangerous turf, come out unscathed and can rest easy - but down the door handle goes and in he walks. 

Bunched up in his arms are the bedlinen he took with him not long ago and when he drops them on his side of the bed you know he ain't leaving. Really? 

"Baekhyun, you're out of your damn mind if you think you're sleeping in here…"

Walking along the foot of the bed, he disappears in the corner of your eye since you refuse to give him the attention of turning - but what you won't give, Baekhyun will apparently get. 

A sudden cold and rustling of covers; a dip of the mattress behind. At first you're too something to say anything, only irritably move to pull the cover back, but he grabs your wrist, tightly. Putting his head to the side of yours, his still damp hair falls on your ear, his deceptively calm breath barely audible. The wish to be had drowns whatever notion of pride or anger you've felt up till now - you ease the tension and when he roughly yanks your underwear down, he can't do it quickly enough, can't pull them from your feet quickly enough. As if he's never been gentle, his arm locks around your throat while the other forces your backside towards him; spitting in his hand, searching for your entrance, you can tell he's keyed up differently than normal. 

The spit does little for the friction, but it feels good, feels like he won't wait like a good boy. A firm grip on your side, an unfettered snap.

"Uhm!" 

You choke, clutching his arm. Can't wait for him to do it again. 

"Mhh!"

His thrusts are hard, as if he gathers all his energy before slamming his cock in. Over and over, grunting, sucking air through his teeth.

A mix of arousal and desire to physically portray his frustration drives his pace up; his jackhammering forcing you to press your palm to the mattress to prevent you from going forward and missing the severity of his thrusts, his flesh pounding against yours.

He takes a deep breath and you feel his chest trembling against your back when he exhales.

Slowing down, he turns your head by the chin and presses mouth and tongue onto yours then delivers another punishing snap. It turns him on when you yelp into his mouth. His excessive need for dominance turns you on too. His kissing grows deeper, his breath huskier, while he keeps at it.

Sliding your hand to your ass you spread your cheeks - Baekhyun looks down, pulls out, and with his jaw hanging, pushes his stiff cock against your anal, stretching it to open for him.

Holding onto your thigh, he slowly rounds his hips against you, moaning at this base show of dominance: fucking you who turned him away, in the ass. 

Bringing his hand up to lock your waist in place, he emits the lewdest sounds to match the enthralling pleasure of bouncing against your cheeks. 

His cock sliding in-and-out, his hold around your throat, his grunt, whine, breath - him. Fuck.

"Uh-hh……shhh…..uhh, uhh……..a-hh…." A deep breath, then he smacks faster, tighter…….groans, while erratically rolling against your cheeks, emptying himself inside. 

He lets go of your waist to drape his arm around you and exhales hotly against your back. A soft grunt and he slips out, closely followed by his cum as he kisses your shoulder blade. After a few moments in silence he slowly shakes his head with a sigh:

"You drive me out of my damn mind…"

●

[dailykoreanpop]

Jung Kook, Stray Kids, Ateez Help K-Pop Own 20% Of One Billboard Chart

For years now, K-pop musicians have demonstrated that they can sell albums like few left in the music industry. The most popular singers and groups regularly dominate Billboard’ssales charts with their latest releases, as fans across the U.S. continue to purchase–not just stream–their albums and EPs. This frame, some of the top stars in the genre prove this ability once again in a rather impressive manner.

This week, 20% of all the spots on Billboard’s Top Album Sales chart are owned by K-pop acts. The ranking tracks which titles actually sell the most copies every frame in the United States. That differentiates it from the Billboard 200, which ranks albums in terms of consumption, which also includes streaming activity.

Amazingly, there are no debuts on the Top Album Sales chart from K-pop musicians this frame. All 10 of the titles present on the ranking this time around from South Korean superstars have already spent time on the tally, and they remain popular enough to hold on again. A handful return to the list, but they’ve already placed on the roster before.

The highest-ranking title from a K-pop act on this week’s Top Album Sales chart is Stray Kids’s Rock-Star. The former leader is up to No. 2, coming in behind only Taylor Swift’s 1989 (Taylor’s Version). It’s one of two top 10 wins from South Korean musicians this frame, as Ateez’s The World EP.Fin : Will–another one-time No. 1–is a non-mover at No. 9.

K-pop artists fill half of all the spots in the next 10-spot tier. Jung Kook’s Golden (No. 11), Enhypen’s Orange Blood (No. 12), Tomorrow X Together’s The Name Chapter: Freefall (No. 15), NewJeans’s Get Up (No. 16), and Seventeen’s Seventeenth Heaven (No. 17) all find space inside the top 20, just below the top 10.

Three more popular releases from South Korean artists also manage to appear on the Top Album Sales chart this week. All of them return to the tally after falling off recently, likely pushed down as Christmas projects returned to prominence around the holiday. Stray Kids earn a second simultaneous win with 5-Star, which reappears at No. 31. BTS singer V comes next at No. 45 with his returning project Layover. Closest to the bottom of the list among K-pop offerings is Fact Check by NCT 127. The former champion blasts back onto the list at No. 47.

Credit: Forbes

[sarahlovesadultcartoonz]

Had to make a introduction abut me cuz idk

My name is Sarah

My favorite shows are the muppet show, animaniacs, ghost and Molly McGee, casagrandes, the loud house, don't hug me I'm scared, sonic x, sonic boom, the letter people, Eddsworld, sesame street, Rocko's Modern Life, Ren and Stimpy, CRiTORA, Catdog, moral Orel, muppets tonight, fanboy and Chum Chum, Fred Figglehorn, cartoonmania, mandela catalogue, walten files, Fred the Show, hi hi puffy Ami yumi, your favorite martian the series, nostalgia critic, angry video game nerd and potter puppet pals

My favorite movies are the muppet movie, the muppets, muppets most wanted, adventures of Elmo in Grouchland, Fred the movie, Fred 3 the movie, Fred 2 night of the living Fred and CartoonMania: the movie

My hyperfixations are mad scientist cartoon, the rockafire explosion, goosebumps, vocaloid, utau and clone high

My favorite music artists are lemon demon, neil cicierega, your favorite martian, will wood, will wood and the tapeworms, tally hall, Bart baker, ghost and pals, your favorite martian and oingo boingo

My favorite video games are quiplash, trivia murder party, trivia murder party 2, Friday night funkin, five nights at Freddy's, Dave and Bambi, sonic the hedgehog, Omori, team fortress 2, roblox, item asylum, survive and kill the killers on area 51, my singing monsters, my muppets show and my singing monsters dawn of fire

My comfort media are inanimate insanity and peewee's playhouse

I am a bisexual, pansexual polyamorous aroace non-binary transgender genderfluid and xenogender boy

I use he/they/faun/xem/it pronouns and neopronouns

I make xenogenders

I make headcanon about characters from every media

I'm neurodivergent, autistic and ADHD

DNI if:

Homophobic

Transphobic

Ableist

Racist

Vegan

Imvu players

P3d0

Autism speaks supporters/defenders

Xenogender anti

Neopronoun anti

RCTA

Z00ph1l3

N$fw

F3t!sh ppl

Inflation and v0r3 enjoyers

Lemon Demon anti

Spam bots

Favorite characters

Muppets - Uncle deadly, Dr phil van neuter johnny Fiama sal minella marvin Suggs Mr poodlepants chip bill the bug bobo the bear lew Zealand doctor Bunsen honeydew beaker Wayne and Wanda waldo C graphic digit newsman bill the bubble guy Wilkins wontkins bobby Benson link hogthrob Constantine the frog Sam the Eagle Howard Tubman Carter Zelda rose and Mulch

Sesame Street - Count von Count, Bill the Bug and Limbo/Nobody

Bart Baker - Taylor Swift, PSY, Lorde, William, Britney spears and Adam levine

Lemon Demon - Neil Cicierega

Animaniacs - Wakko Warner

The Ghost and Molly McGee - Sharon McGee, Leah stein-torres, Pete mcgee, Libby stein-torres, jinx, Molly McGee, scratch, Darryl McGee and Ezekiel tugbottom

Battle for Dream Island - Puffball

Friday night Funkin - Meri, Beepie, Dave and Bambi

Fred Franchise - Fred Figglehorn

Jashin-Chan - Hatsune Miku

CRiTORA - Kimi canicani, Iggy digahol, Avery Darling, eggy, queen virus, dundun qwerty, Pluto Georgia, spottie Leonard and Ernie joefreckler

Adventures of Elmo in grouchland - Huxley

Channel Awesome - Nostalgia Critic/Doug Walker

Muppets 2011 - Tex Richman

Cinemassacre - Angry Video Game Nerd

Muppet Movie - Max, Doc Hopper and Snake Walker

Pokemon - Sylveon

Fred the Movie - Kevin and Judy

Peewee's Playhouse - Cool Cat, Dirty Dog, Conky 2000, Randy and Chairry

Muppets from Space - K. Edgar singer

Rockafire Explosion - Rolfe Dewolfe and Dook Larue

Cartoonmania - Lucifer Killingsworth, Rufus, Ed Ted Ned and Fred, Anne Mermaid, Roy and Professor Qwertyson

Muppets Most Wanted - Dominic badguy

ABC Muppets - Pache/Pizza

Don't hug me I'm scared - Colin and Shrignold

Muppets Tonight - Heather Locklear

Muppets Wizard of Oz - Wicked Witch of the west

Crash and Bernstein - Crash

Fraggle Rock - Large Marvin fraggle

Clone High - Topher Bus, Abe, Professor Scudsworth and Mr. butlertron wesley

Scott the Woz - Scott the Woz

Owl House - Collector

BFFS list

@elle-eedee @emishows123 @splashy900 @boogiestronic80s @nightmaremp @moshywoosh @cheezecirno

Might pin this later 👀

This was inspired by @emishows123

[just-a-bit-more]

Honorifics game - DOM edition

I played this last night with @shadowstrmed and we now have 3 honorifics in play for my King. And a score to pick the game up from next time I find more potentials.

To play you will need:

A list of potential honorifics for the dominant partner- include any you currently use

A dominant partner willing to rank the honorifics

A submissive prepared to be creative and beg for things using the potential honorifics

This game can be played long distance or in person. As we played long distance I will give that version first and suggest some fun ways to adapt it for in person.

Step 1:

Submissive writes a short begging paragraph using one of the potential honorifics and sends it to the dominant. For example:

Does it please you my Master when i have my collar on and play in front of you? When I beg "please fuck me Master I need to feel you Master"

What if I were to show you how my pretty fingers try to fuck my asshole? Could you please spit on my asshole Master to lube it for me? Please stick your fingers in my flooded pussy so you have enough lube for your cock while your fuckdoll shows you how i fingers my asshole all for your approval Master

Step 2.

The dominant ranks the honorific (not the scenarios) a scale of cum to 5 minutes of edging.

Cumming is for honorifics that are to be used in regular rotation

Edging 5 minute is never use that one.

You can pick a period of time between the two to rank them as well for extra fun.

Step 3

The submissive keeps a tally until the end of the game when they get to cash in their winnings.

Here's a suggested template:

Running Total:

Edging: (x) minutes

Orgasms: (x)

Tried:

Reminders:

✅ To keep

❓ To use infrequently or for special occasions

🚮 Not to use

Variation ideas:

In person:

Submissive begs using an honorific while giving their dominant pleasure (hand job, foot job, using toys etc)

Dominant edges the submissive at the end repeating back to them the chosen honorifics

Instead of 5 minutes of edging for a binned honorific, substitute a stackable punishment (impact play, ruined orgasms, temporary loss of privileges etc.)

Other variations

Proficient edging submissives would benefit from an extended edging scale

If the dominant particularly enjoys overstimulating their submissive, adjust the scale to incorporate increased number of consecutive orgasms

Reward the submissive for good begging/written scenarios/suggesting scenes of a particularly hot nature

Punish the submissive for lack luster begging/poorly written scenarios/only suggesting scenes you've performed before

[praeditusnews]

oh i am with anon i would like for tallie and dom to f*ck actually

ok ok, y'all are wild... is dom brave enough? idk! would aileen commit mass murder? maybe! wouldn't be opposed to this clusterfuck.

[always-lou-28]

Kinktober Collection Guide // JessHallvol6

Hi! I'm really not on tumblr much just because it's...not a platform I ever learned how to use - but I know a lot of people get fic recs from here and I see so many other authors making fic posts to reblog so...

Here's a comprehensive guide to my Kinktober 2023 Collection for your browsing pleasure

Note: All pairings are featured. I am a multishipper, and I wanted to make sure each 1D pairing got at least an equal amount of love. No hate please!

Entire Collection

Don't Take It Easy - Day One: Pegging (Zayn x girl!Harry) 3,305 words, Bottom Zayn, Top Harry

She Knows The Way Her Body Moves - Day Two: Bondage (girl!Zayn x girl!Niall) 2,496 words, Top Zayn, Bottom Niall

What A Mess I Made Upon Your Innocence - Day Three: Bukkake (Zayn x Louis x Liam) 1,721 words, Submissive Liam

Dripping Thick Like Honey - Day Four: Rimming/Feminization (Liam x Niall) 2,534 words, Top Liam, Bottom Niall

Baby You're Mine, You're Fine - Day Five: Collaring/Leashing (Louis x Harry) 3,415 words, Top Louis, Bottom Harry (tw for anxiety attacks)

Locked In A Cage - Day Six: Chastity (Zayn x Liam) 2,837 words, Zayn in chastity

Grinning Like A Devil - Day Seven: Virginity (Harry x Niall) 2,373 words, Top Harry, Bottom Niall (tw for underage - xfactor era)

Breed - Day Eight: Breeding/Belly bulging (Louis x Liam) 1,891 words, Top Louis, Bottom Liam (tw for a/b/o)

Leave My Heart Open - Day Nine: Body Worship (Louis x Zayn) 1,587 words, Submissive Zayn (tw for implied/referenced past self harm)

Good For You - Day Ten: Praise Kink (Louis x Niall) 2,293 words, Top Louis, Bottom Niall

Eyes Open For The Fall - Day Eleven: Sensory Deprivation (Zayn x Liam) 3,342 words, Top Zayn, Bottom Liam

Fuck Me Back To Sleep - Day Twelve: Somnophilia (Liam x Niall) 1,623 words, Top Liam, Bottom Niall

Your Hands, Your Body - Day Thirteen: Size Difference (Harry x Niall) 2,836 words, Top Harry, Bottom Niall

Massage - Day Fourteen: Prostate Massage (Louis x Harry) 2,458 words, Submissive Harry

Havin' A Good Time - Day Fifteen: Shotgunning (Zayn x Liam x Harry x Niall) 2,020 words, group sex

A Little Less - Day Sixteen: Double Penetration (Harry x girl!Niall x girl!Louis) 3,451 words, Top Harry, Top Louis, Bottom Niall

Happy Birthday Babe - Day Seventeen: Gangbang (Liam x Niall x Zayn x Louis x Harry) 2,062 words, Bottom Liam Centric

Secrets I Have - Day Eighteen: Body Modification - Piercings (Liam x Niall) 2,631 words, Top Liam, Bottom Niall

Show You Off - Day Nineteen: Exhibitionism (Louis x Zayn) 2,180 words, Top Louis, Bottom Zayn

One Touch Is All It Takes - Day Twenty: Fucking Machine (Louis x Harry) 3,449 words, Top Louis, Bottom Harry (I'm so deeply sorry for this depravity)

I'll Bet, You'll Say - Day Twenty One: Lingerie (Louis x Liam) 3,854 words, Top Louis, Bottom Liam

Something Divine - Day Twenty Two: Thigh Fucking (Harry x Zayn) 1,665 words, Submissive Harry

I Get Down On My Knees For You - Day Twenty Three: Deepthroating (Zayn x Liam) 2,617 words, Dominant Zayn, Submissive Liam

You Take Me To The Edge - Day Twenty Four: Edging/Sex Toys (Harry x Liam) 3,189 words, Top Harry, Bottom Liam (tw for underage - 2012 era)

Taste On My Tongue - Day Twenty Five: Pregnancy/Lactation Kink (girl!Harry x girl!Niall) 2,206 words, Pregnant Harry

Keeping Tallies - Day Twenty Six: Overstimulation (Louis x Zayn) 3,640 words, Top Louis, Bottom Zayn

Someone's Calling My Name - Day Twenty Seven: Painplay/Spanking (Louis x Liam) 3,516 words, Dominant Louis, Submissive Liam

Sweet Baby - Day Twenty Eight: Daddy Kink/Cockwarming (Zayn x Niall) 3,050 words, Top Zayn, Bottom Niall

Hiccups - Day Twenty Nine: Breathplay (Harry x Liam) 3,099 words, Top Harry, Bottom Liam

First Date - Day Thirty: Sounding (Zayn x Niall) 3,248 words, Dominant Zayn, Submissive Niall

Ghost Fuckery - Day Thirty One: Ghost Fuckery (Louis x Niall) 5,472 words, Top Louis, Bottom Niall, Ghost Louis

[pollylynn]

Title: Articulation WC: 900

“I’m just as upset as you are. I’m on your team.”

—Richard Castle, The Third Man (2 x 14)

Everyone in New York is throwing a pity party, and for reasons he cannot understand, his is not the name in mile-high letters on the party banner, hers is. Detective Kate Beckett, NYPD, is this year’s recipient of everyone’s pity, empathy, sympathy, concern, understanding, and so on and on and on. 

It’s patently unfair. 

He is the one who has been demoted from Bachelor Number 7 to Bachelor Number 9, despite the fact that he’s richer than ever, he’s on the best-seller list (again), he’s on billboards and morning news. He’s on the airwaves talking Nikki Heat and real-life crime, and people are tuning in. Oh, are they ever, and yet his picture on the front page of the “Style” section is in a notably less prominent position. But does he get sympathy for that? He does not. 

Not even in his own home is anyone the least inclined to throw him a pity party. His arrival with the paper—his preening over it—gets an unexpectedly prickly response from his daughter, who used to roam subway cars pointing him out in commuters’ newspapers and magazines, on their book jackets. “Dada,” she would declare, a smile lighting up her face as she’d extend a chubby little finger. He gets an entirely anticipated smug, satisfied response from his mother, whose job it is to keep a running tally of all the ways in which he hasn’t quite measured up. 

And it’s not just their callous disregard for, respectively, his placement on the list in the first place and his demotion. It is not that the discovery of the dratted blurb seems laughable to them as far as he’s concerned, yet they’re fixated on potential breaking news out of Beckettville. It’s not it’s not merely that. It’s the fact that his daughter, his mother, his family seems to have wrapped up all their concern with a bow for to take to the pity party that is definitely not for him.

It’s worse at the scene, then at the precinct. The boys plant the wretched paper on every possible desk. They use it as props as they nod soberly while Beckett briefs them. They let him know that  there will be games at Kate Beckett’s pity party, and it won’t be Pin the Tail on the Perp or a piñata, it’ll be murder the completely innocent—and richly deserving of pity—writer who had nothing to do with this anyway.  

Everyone’s sympathies are so misplaced, so completely out of whack, that he doesn’t even really have time to contemplate what this actually constitutes. Oh, he has a reflexive answer when the jig is up and she comes for him. It’s bad for his brand. It preemptively risks his appearance on the list a year hence, and who knows what, if anything, anyone might pay for an evening out with him at a charity auction. That’s what he blurts out, matching her objections point for point as he worries about all the things the break room provides within easy reach that she might maim or outright kill him with. 

But even as they’re fighting—even as he is back-of-mind contemplating the maiming potential inherent in a restaurant-grade milk-steamer attachment—he’s questioning not just who the guest of honor ought to be at this pity party, but what the pity is about in the first place. 

What’s so bad about him being linked to her, her being linked to him? There’s the brand. A voice in his head offers that up again. It’s a rather desperate voice, and the more it prattles on, the more alien it sounds, the more unconvincing. 

What’s so bad about it that isn’t bad about him being infotainmently linked with Bachelorette Number 3? And for that matter, how is it that a puppy-saving pin-up boy with a climbing wall for abs does not constitute a crisis for her in the male-dominated workplace? 

He is suddenly and uncharacteristically unconcerned about whose name is on the cake at the pity party. When he sees her in the lobby at Drago—and he knew damned well that he would be seeing her in that lobby—and the two of them are mutually drawn away from their mutually terrible dates, he definitely has to wonder where the bad is here. 

When she takes his arm and he takes the garment bag from her, when she sits across from him, laughing and tucking into her food at Remy’s, he has to wonder. When they wrestle over the check and he wins the battle—and even when she kicks him in the shin under the—he has to wonder. When they each duck into the respective collars of their respective coats and pretend to be on the look out for paparazzi as they make their way toward the corner where she showcases her superior cab-flagging skills, he has to wonder. 

As he hands her into the cab with a gallant flourish and she flashes him a glare that says she wishes she had time for one more shin kick. And certainly as he spies her turning to peer out the back window to see if he’s still waiting, if he’s still watching, he has to wonder if anyone should be throwing a pity party for anyone here. He has to wonder: What’s so bad about the two of them, an “us,” a rumor and then some? 

A/N: Early Caskett: Crises manufactured in about an hour

image via homeofthenutty

[nashdoesstuff]

! welcome to my blog !

BEFORE YOU READ:

I STAND WITH PALESTINE. ZIONISTS, GET OFF MY BLOG.

DNI LIST: queerphobic folk, terfs, supporters of @/calcium-cat, people who use religion as a reason for bigotry, zionists/supporters of israel, racists, aspec exclusionists, islamophobic folk, white supremacists, ableists, pedos/zoos, nsfw blogs [i’m a minor and don’t want to see these, nothing against y’all], bigots, extremist antishippers, and overall just assholes in general. don’t talk to me please and thank you

greetings! i go by both nash and ashara, and i run this blog! i'm a multi-media creator, who ranges from writing, drawing, and crafting. a lot of people know me for hosting the dream tournament alongside others in the future.

i have an unset post schedule and mostly just reblog, but you'll see me posting original content every now and then!

click on keep reading to know more about me :]

~ ABOUT ME ~

i'm a creator of which specializes in the UTAU community and various neil gaiman [fuck him!!!!] universes. you can find a brief description of me under my tag on my blog page, but here i am in detail!

~ my name is nash/ashara. ~ i'm enby and go by they/them pronouns! [i may like pink and dresses and heels and makeup, but that doesn’t do anything to make my gender identity any less important. please don’t invalidate my identity because i depict myself in feminine fashions please and thank you] ~ i'm a proud puertorican and speak both spanish and english. ~ i’m neurodivergent and have an anxiety disorder so if i act strangely i promise it’s nothing against you, just let me know as i just may be panicky </3 ~ my time zone is EST [Eastern Standard Time]. ~ a proud shattered dream supremacist and self-declared his ultimate fan <3 ~ i have various otps, my main few being shink/dark drink [shattered x ink], bleam/dreamberry [dream x blue/swap], the ineffable husbands, dreamling [morpheus x hob], and kross [killer x cross] ~ i love all alternative genres and rock! although, i’ve been listening to a lot of chappell roan recently :] ~ i have a bit of an addiction to hot chocolate and sweet tea. ~ i’m a debate and theatre kid! ~ i'm an infp! my dominant function is introverted feeling. [Fi] ~ once you get me hooked onto something, you will not know how to get me to shut up. ~ i do not identify as a proshipper, nor do i support ships deemed as ‘proships’, but i will not stand for heavy ship discourse or harass those who do. i will stand up for proshippers getting harassed for shipping what they want to ship. i believe fiction is fiction, and those who wish to express it with proper warnings shouldn’t be harassed by people who don’t like their art/content. fight me. ~ i try to keep my asks open, but if they get out of hand anons will be turned off and/or i'll just close them.

what are my tags?

i typically do not check my tags, but anything i post and/or affiliate myself with you'll find under the tag of my username [#nashdoesstuff] or #nash's shenanigans [this tag is used for my original posts.] i also have my fandom tags! ↳ #nash's ineffable obsession is my good omens tag! [check #good omens, as well] ↳ #nash's spiderverse addiction is my spiderverse tag! ↳ #nash's tremendous tunes is my music tag for anything music related, including artists [like gorillaz, lovejoy, tally hall, etc], musical theatre and more! ↳ my utau tag is #utmv stuffs! ↳ my doctor who tag is #nash’s time in the tardis! for any friend or mutual interactions, look for #friend!! or #mutual!!

if there is any content you want me to see, tag me! [@nashdoesstuff]

do you have any more blogs?

i have my swap!cult au ask blog, @swap-cult-au! for any info on that au or asks for its characters and/or story, head there. i also have an account explicitly for tournaments. this account is @nashdoestournaments. feel free to send asks about any of the tournaments i host there! i have a roleplay blog for some of my characters, which is @nashs-au-rpblog. if you want to learn more about my ocs and characters, head here! my oc vou has a separate ask blog [@ask-vou]! do ask them questions there <3

do you have any characters?

yes i do! i have vou, my shattered!dream variant and rêve, a positive guardian incarnate who’s apart of a universe me and my pal @/denieatsart share. i do have more characters of which i plan on publicizing in the future. [p.s., you should totally ask me about them /gen/silly/nf/np]

oh also i have a main sona. here they are if ya wanna doodle em

aside from characters, i have the primary fic series i’m working on called the doctor and his demonic companion, following a heartbroken crowley becoming the doctor’s companion. the opening fic is yet to be finished, but you can find it on my ao3!

what about the dream tournament?

the dream tournament is an annual event i host. it is a recreational bracket made to determine the best utau dream au of that year. the original one was hosted on this account, but now it had transferred to my tournament account. i answer asks about the original tournament on this account, but otherwise everything goes to the other account.

if you are looking for brackets and results on the first polls, refer to the announcement post. if you are looking for content on the original DT, refer to the Dream Tournament Masterpost, which contains all fan-made content for the event. you can also search the tag #dream tournament to find all content made for the tournament over time!

do you have a discord server?

though i don't have a personal server, i do moderate [with the help of @/consumeroflemoans and other community mods] a small utmv roleplaying server that's open for all to join! the join invite is right here if interested <3

here are my fandoms!

~ undertale mv [utmv] ~ good omens [fuck gaiman!!!] ~ doctor who ~ chappell roan ~ david tennant in general ~ our flag means death ~ the sandman [fuck gaiman!!!] ~ my ocs? other fandoms i like [inactive but enjoy] ~ ddlc ~ will wood [tapeworm era and post tapeworm era only] ~ maaybbeee fo:e? backburner for now ~ tally hall and its associated projects ~ gorillaz ~ the spiderverse ~ avatar: the last airbender [atla] ~ harry potter [fuck jkr‼️] ~ musicals like hamilton, heathers, six, bettlejuice, dear evan hansen, mean girls, etc.

i usually don't associate myself with anything aside from what's listed here. please don't request content from me that are from unlisted fandoms.

thanks for slipping by, and enjoy your stay on this chaotic side of tumblr called nash's blog!

last updated 9/22/24

[coochiequeens]

Tessa Johnson, a male who self-identifies as a woman, took the top spots in both the Women’s SingleSpeed and Category 1/2 races, with the latter also coming with $150 in prize money."

By Reduxx Team. November 2, 2023

A male athlete who has dominated the women’s category of cycling competitions across the United States took home two first-place medals over the weekend, bringing his tally of women’s gold medals up to 10 since December of 2022.

On October 29, the Chicago CycloCross Cup held the fourth race of its eight-race event at Anderson Park in Campton Township, Illinois. As part of the race, over one dozen different categories for men, women, and juniors were offered. But the event is once again under fire after a trans-identified male racer took home not one, but two women’s medals.

Tessa Johnson, a male who self-identifies as a woman, took the top spots in both the Women’s SingleSpeed and Category 1/2 races, with the latter also coming with $150 in prize money.

During the races, which fell on the weekend before Halloween, Johnson was dressed as Barbie as part of the optional costume competition.

But this is not Johnson’s first time taking home awards intended for women in the Chicago CycloCross Cup.

As previously reported by Reduxx, Johnson also took first place in the Women’s SingleSpeed and Category 1/2 races at the Chicago CycloCross Cup during its event at Jackson Park in Chicago, Illinois, earlier this month. During the race, another trans-identified male, Evelyn Williamson, took silver during the SingleSpeed, leaving only one biological female on the podium.

According to the Chicago CycloCross Cup’s website, the competition prides itself on “first and foremost fostering a positive & supportive community built around competitive cyclocross racing,” continuing: “That means welcoming and challenging everyone who wants to contribute to the series and make it better in that regard.”

In its official FAQ on the topic of transgender cyclists, the Cup notes that “discrimination or harassment of any kind on the basis of race, color, religion, age, gender, sexual orientation, gender identification, national origin, or any other stupid idea someone comes up with to belittle another racer will not be tolerated at [our] events and may result in disqualification.”

News of Johnson’s victory this weekend was first brought to light by X user @i_heart__bikes, an anonymous female cyclist who frequently calls out males self-identifying as “women” in the sport. The post quickly prompted outrage amongst sports enthusiasts and women’s rights advocates.

“The selfishness of these males knows no limits,” one user replied.

“Women need to start boycotting these events. He’s a guy with all the physical benefits. USA Cycling needs to adopt the UCI standards and force these faux female riders to compete with the men,” another remarked.

Earlier this month, USA Cycling (USAC) announced it would be updating its transgender athlete participation policy, and aim to establish new categories for transgender athletes to compete across domestic races like the Chicago CycloCross Cup within the United States.

Beginning January 1, 2024, transgender athletes seeking to compete at USAC-sanctioned events will be categorized as either Group A or Group B athletes, depending on their discipline and race category, according to a press release from USA Cycling on October 19.

Group A athletes are those seeking to compete at the elite level, and must complete an “elite athlete fairness evaluation application” for review by an independent medical panel. This process includes the submission of medical documentation demonstrating that the athlete’s total testosterone level had been reduced for at least 24 months and must be completed 90 days prior to the first day of the race in which the athlete seeks to compete.

Group B athletes, those seeking to compete in domestic, non-elite competitions, would simply have to complete a “self-identity verification request” for review by the USA Cycling technical director. This process is a simple assessment to ensure that the athlete has completed a legal change in gender identity.

The changes were slammed by women’s sports advocates as wholly inadequate, with the International Council on Women’s Sports noting that both “groups” provide male athletes a pathway to compete in women’s categories.

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Sonic the Oz-Hog Act 3/12: Maximum Khanage!

Sonic the Hedgehog issue 92 AU Publication Date: 9th March 2001 Price: $4.98

No self-deprecating musings or long-winded prologues this month. There's quite a bit to cover, so let's just dive into round three of this rodent-related rabbling retrospect.

Much can change in the space of three years. Australia had come far since the release of January 1998's Sonic Firsts, and unfortunately not all of it positive. After half a decade of insistently proclaiming the policy was dead, then-Fearless Leader John Howard pulled a spectacular electoral backflip and, by the skin of its teeth, legislated the GST. From 1st July 2000, goods and services across the land were hit with a 10% price hike. The policy was marketed to voters as a means of easing tax collection by procuring money during production, as opposed to a US-style system of adding percentages at checkout. It didn't quite work out smoothly as they hoped, and the policy remains as decisive today as it was over 20 years ago.

Barely any products were spared from the increase, including publications produced locally and imported. MAD Magazine took the government to task with their infamous "GST Free" issue 377, jumping from $3.95 (cheap!) to $4.35 (not so cheap!). Comic books equally suffered; X-Men might've stopped Onslaught, but they couldn't stop the rise from $4.25 to $4.68, and for anyone not quick enough to buy issue 84 immediately, Sonic the Hedgehog spun up $4.50 to hover around the $5 mark before eventually settling at $4.95. A far cry from the glory days of 1993's piggy bank busting $2.25.

From a cynical standpoint, the GST's timely implementation felt like an attempt to monopolize on the impending tourist trade. Within two months, Australia would take global limelight with the Sydney Olympic Games, or as the late Juan Antonio Samaranch infamously declared "Syddernee!". Thousands travelled from overseas to watch the two week event, while millions tuned into Channel Seven to cheer on our teams bringing home 58 medals, an unprecedented tally which remains unbeaten to this day. Unfortunately the government's price hike failed to aid the flailing SEGA World Sydney, which closed its doors one final time a month after the closing ceremony.

Beyond a hectic few days in South Australia, the 2000-01 summer bushfire season was...n't that bad. A very surprising and much-needed reprieve before the catastrophic events come year's end. Eminem and Dido's collaboration Stan was just about to knock LeAnn Rimes off musical pole position. Steven Soderbergh's Traffic usurped Meg Ryan and Russell Crowe's thrilling Proof of Life as the countries number one film, but only one week before losing to the month-long reign of Miss Congeniality. DVD's and Wi-Fi were still foreign objects, thus Hollow Man was Video Ezy's top VHS release.

When it came to media domination however, a new king stood proud. Having won hearts and wallets throughout 1999, former children's champion Pikachu and pals were overthrown by the arrival of Goku and his crew. Initially launched on 31st January 2000, it wouldn't be until a heavy promotional push come July that Aussies fell head over heels into the world of Dragon Ball Z.

By 9th March 2001, the series was unstoppable; toys, magazines, bedspreads, videotapes, cards, Crazy Bones and virtually everything in between. Dragon Ball Z came, saw and conquered, and on that particular day, Aussies tuned into Cheez TV at 8am to lap up the premiere of Last Ditch Effort. Having suffered a humiliating defeat at the hands of Androids 17 and 18, the Z Warriors are left arguing among themselves as Piccolo sets out to make a life-changing decision. Meanwhile there's little Chi-Chi and Yamcha can do to assist the ailing Goku, having been struck down by the insidious Heart Virus. A situation only compounded with the ruthless Androids slowly closing in on their hideout.

It's a level of public praise Archie Comics could only envy.

The comic industry had been reeling for years. Sales were down all over the board, distributors barely getting books to shelves, and smaller retail chains dropping titles left and right. Archie had a solid track record, but columnists predicted the company would be lucky to reach 2006, sooner depending on how the Dan DeCarlo litigations went. Money was tight, and had it not been for the injection of revenue and public interest from the live-action Sabrina the Teenage Witch, even their top-selling speeder came perilously close to cancellation.

In an attempt to keep Sonic alive, editor Justin Gabrie was given the unenviable order of trimming the fat, which in true comic book fashion meant abruptly dropping all their freelancers. For several months no new stories were purchased, instead running whatever material was left on file. Unfortunately most of said freelancers had moved on by the time Archie's embargo was lifted, resulting in a 'skeleton crew' of two writers, two artists and two inkers. It didn't last, as by 2001, one artist had departed for the House of Mouse and the other publicly fired.

Issue 92's double billing of The Wrath of Khan and Sonic Shuffle: Premonition perfectly encapsulated the turbulent turmoil behind closed doors. With nobody available to draw the main story, Marvel stalwart Michael Higgins was rushed in. What should've been a happy reunion with former co-conspirator Karl Bollers was anything but, as he was given only the script and several back issues for reference. The finished product proved hardly his finest work, being unfamiliar with the franchise he resorted to tracing panels from said back issues just to meet the incredibly tight deadline. All while SEGA demanded at the last minute 8 pages be dedicated to promoting their latest game.

For all Archie's efforts getting the book out on time and into fan hands, said audience were furious once it arrived. Already incited after an impromptu interview with artist James Fry revealed newcomer Mina Mongoose was set up as Sonic's new love interest, they let it be known under no uncertain terms that 2001's first offering was a sign of the apocalypse. "Cancelled!" they hollered, with "If it makes it into next year, I'll be very impressed" and "They bury themselves in plot holes, and the artists try WAY too hard to make it look more of an anime instead of a comic book" between bitter breaths. Karl Bollers and James Fry were routinely harassed on Usenet and AIM for doing their jobs, and after spending years as everyone's favourite punching bag, Nate Morgan was temporarily sidelined to make space for Mina.

The sheer vitriol aimed towards the teen mongoose was staggering. Pointless for a comic book character, but staggering. Her design was ridiculed, her name (rumoured to be a Sailor Venus homage at the time) gutted, her super speed lauded, and her connection to Sonic (feeble as it was) lambasted. Fans labelled her as "pure fan character crap there to drive the nail into SatAM's coffin". Witnessing hate spiels on message boards became par the course, while enterprising fans littered Sonic HQ and teamARTAIL with art of Mina scribbled or outright slaughtered.

It's ironic. 2001 kicked off with fans jumping online to complain about the comic's writing, Geoffrey St. John being an underhanded jerk, and Mina Mongoose' existence heavily resented. And while the entire creative team changed between them, 2011 kicked off with... fans jumping online to complain about the comic's writing, Geoffrey St. John being an underhanded jerk, and Mina Mongoose' existence heavily resented. The more things change.

A pity life turned out the way they did. Somewhere is an alternate universe where Archie Sonic was never rebooted, a universe where I can only begin to imagine what Mina did to cheese off readers in early 2021.

Next Time: The mayhem continues in April with the revisitation of a spinoff comic equally popular as it was polarising. Until then, have a reconstruction of March 2001's personal survival kit. Life was fairly turbulent back then, but certainly could've been far worse compared to travesties going on in the world then and as now. Never forget to be grateful for what we already have and give even a minute of our times for those without. Even just lending an ear to someone worse off can make all the difference.

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