#firestorm of anticipation

[candy69gurl]

INSUBORDINATION

PAIRING Toji Fushiguro x f!reader

SYNOPSIS The reader, a young woman of wealth, is married to Toji and consistently treats him as her servant, much to his dismay. Fed up with her behavior, Toji resolves to teach her a lesson.

WARNING non/con, brat taming, spitting, face fucking, hair pulling, spanking, face slapping, fingering, nipple play, missonary, bondage (hands tied only), cock riding, squirting, doggy style, multiple orgasms, degradation, use of vulgar words (dog, bitch, slut, whore, cum slut), humiliation, raw sex (cumming inside mouth, creampie, face cumming), breeding kink, clit slapping & rubbing, man handling

Marrying this seemingly charming and powerful Toji Fushiguro, you believed it imparted a greater benefit upon him than it did upon yourself. His overwhelming infatuation for you was not reciprocated, and instead, you treated him more as a pet than a partner. As a young, rich woman with an air of superiority, you demanded his obedience and submission, constantly reminding him of his place. You were unaware of the brewing storm inside him, waiting to unleash its fury upon you. Little did you know, the love and adoration he had for you were a ticking time bomb about to go off. The way he was treated drove him insane, pushing him to the brink of insanity, and he couldn't take it anymore.

"Hmm, so.. Toji I would like to talk to you, my dear", your eyes never leaving your nails.

Toji glares at you, his eyes smouldering with rage and lust stored inside him. Despite his inner turmoil, he forces a smile and responds, "My lady, I am here." His voice drips with false sincerity, reflecting the pain within him. It's clear that every moment spent serving you gnaws at his soul, fueling his desire to teach you a lesson you will never forget. Yet, he can't let you sense his true intentions - not yet.

He waits patiently, his muscles tensing beneath his clothes, as he anticipates your command. His heart pounds wildly against his chest, and his mind racing with thoughts of revenge and domination. He knows that he's about to snap anytime.

"I need you to stop wasting my money on gambling", your gaze finally shifts from your nails to Toji, who's standing before you with his head bowed.

A chill runs down Toji's spine as he hears your words. Your demand has cut him deeper than any blade could, igniting a firestorm of emotions within him.

How can he possibly stop himself from doing that? It's his sole means of earning money for himself. And it's not like he constantly relies on your finances for that. But the way you phrased your money, it really struck a nerve and left him feeling utterly humiliated. He understood that you were implying he should beg you for money, but that's something he would never do.

He tries to maintain his composure, swallowing the bitter taste that filled his mouth. With a stiff nod, he replies, "As you wish, my lady. I shall cease all gambling activities and dedicate myself entirely to your needs. But I would like you to stop ordering me around"

"Excuse me? who do you think you are?", one of your eyebrows raised, utterly confused by his sudden back-talk.

Toji's eyes flash with defiance, and his voice take on a dangerous edge, "I am your husband, a man scorned and abandoned. I have given you everything I have, my love, my heart, my trust. Yet, I receive nothing in return. I am sick of being treated like a mere toy. My passion for you burns like a thousand suns, and it is time you recognized my worth!" His face contorts with rage and hurt, his entire body trembling with suppressed power. "Do not mistake my patience for weakness, for I am far from it. One day, you will learn the consequences of disregarding those who truly care for you."

Your countenance remain devoid of emotion as he uttered those words. Instead, you advance towards him, drawing nearer... and nearer... until you stand face-to-face. Despite his height advantage, you are aware of the superiority you hold.

In an instant, your hand delivers a sharp slap to his face, causing his head to jerk to the right. "How dare you talk to me like that?"

Your slap lands across Toji's cheek with a loud smack, jolting him back to reality. His eyes widen, shock etching lines onto his face. For a brief moment, he stand frozen, the sting of your hand burning a trail across his pale skin. Then, without warning, his expression twists into one of pure fury. In a single, fluid motion, he grabs your wrist and pins you on the ground.

"GET OFF ME YOU SICKO", you scream.

Toji snarls, his eyes blazing with a feral intensity. "No, little miss high-and-mighty, I decide when this ends. You've played your games, and now it's time to pay the price," he growls, his grip on your wrist tightening. He leans closer, his hot breath washing over your face as he whispers, "You thought I was weak and submissive, but you sorely underestimated me. I am a man consumed by desire and rage, and I will make you pay for your cruelty."

His other hand moves to fondle with your clothed breasts, "Coming to think of it.. I never touched.. Maybe tonight is the time .. I finally discover your secrets."

"Don't even think of it.. Move your filthy hands off me!!" your legs pushing his chest away from your body.

Toji's eyes narrow, his lips curling into a predatory smile. "Oh, I think I've already discovered your secrets, my dear. You're just as desperate for my touch as I am for yours. You can scream all you want, but no one will come to save you. You're mine, and I will have my way with you."

His grip on your wrist intensifies and he begins to move his hand lower, towards your thigh. "You've pushed me too far, and now it's time for you to learn a lesson you'll never forget. I'll make you beg for my touch, and when I'm done, you'll be mine completely."

"I should have kept a body guard..", your eyes get teary as you start feeling vulnerable. The thing that you hated the most.

Toji's eyes flicker with a hint of victory at your admission. "Yes, perhaps you should have," he murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction. "But it's too late now. There's no one coming to save you."

His fingers trail along the edge of your clothing, teasingly close to bare skin. "I plan to make it as painful and pleasurable as possible. You'll come to cherish these moments, begging for more, even as you curse my name."

His eyes gleam with malicious intent as he leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. "Every benefit you receive carries a price; for the service I've rendered you over the years, my dear wife, I require my due compensation. I'm not interested in payments via cheque, cash, or phone apps. I seek recompense through your body."

"I will never.. ever.. submit to you .. Toji Fushiguro..", you land kick on his side, attempting to run away from his grasp, yet he remains unaffected. He does grunt as your kick connected with his side, but he doesn't release you. Instead, he smirks, his gaze heated. "You.. Keep struggling, but you're only making this worse for yourself. Give in to me, let me show you the pleasure you've denied yourself for so long."

Slowly, he slides his hand underneath your clothing, his fingertips brushing against your skin unclasping your bra, taking it off you easily. You squirm beneath him, but his grip remains firm, unwavering.

"D-dont do it ..", you try squirming again.

Toji's lips twitch into a cruel grin. "Ah, but I must. After all, I promised to teach you a lesson, and I always keep my promises." His fingers continues their relentless exploration, caressing your nipple gently before pinching it firmly.

"Feel it, wife. Feel the pleasure I can give you, even as I punish you. Let your body betray your reluctance, let it crave what you claim to despise." He leans in closer, his breath ghosting over your ear as he whispers, "And remember, this is all ya fault. You made me this way."

You buck beneath him, trying to escape his grasp, but his hold on you unyielding. He pushes your top up, yanking it off you, exposing your breasts.

"S-stop ..", your hands escapes his grip swiftly, trying to hide your bare chest from his monstrous gaze.

Toji's eyes roams over your exposed body hungrily, drinking in the sight of your exposedness for the first time. "Such beauty, wasted on someone like you..."

He reaches out, his finger trailing down your sternum, then moving to your neck, causing goosebumps to rise. Your hands pushing his face, gripping his hair, trying to yank him off you.. But everything fails. And you know if you try hitting him, it'll enrage him further. Your hits are nothing in comparison to the hits requried to knock this giant man down.

Toji chuckles darkly, his grip on you unbreakable. "You cannot escape me, my dear. Not tonight." His fingers dance lightly along your collarbone, tracing patterns that sent chills down your spine. "You wanted control, you craved dominance, and now you shall experience both in equal measure."

As his fingers reaches your breast, he gently slapped your hands and, cupped your breasts, squeezing slightly before letting go. His eyes sparkling with mischief as he watches you writhe under his touch. "Soon, you'll beg for more."

Refusing to yield, you remain steadfast in your refusal to submit to him. You attempt to land kicks once again, this time more haphazardly and with greater force.

Toji catches one of your legs easily, his eyes gleaming with a mix of anger and lust. "Keep struggling, wife. Make it harder on yourself." He responds, his voice thick with emotion. His gaze lingers on your body, taking note of every twitch and shiver.

With a swift movement, he rolls you onto your stomach, restraining your arms behind your back, squeezing your face on the ground. His veins bulged on his hands as he gripped your hair tightly, pressing your cheeks against the cold floor with force.

Toji smirked, enjoying the fight in you. He pressed his body against yours, his erection evident through his clothes. "What happened to the lioness?" he mocked. "Got defeated by a mere dog?"

He reaches for your hefty priced skirt, ripping it down, revealing your bare ass. His hand hovers over it for a moment before bringing it down, delivering a sharp slap. You cry out in surprise and pain, arching your back.

"Fuck you that dress's worth is more than yours", Toji's eyes fall on your reddened teary-face. He gazes for a while before laughing cruelly, the sound echoing in the quiet room.

"Is that all you can muster, a reprimand for my actions? I thought you'd beg for mercy by now." His hand falls again, this time harder, the sting of the slap searing through your body.

"You are tough I must say" He speaks, his voice dark and heavy with emotion. His eyes flash with mischief as he prepared for his next move.

"L-let me go now", your tone somehow shifts to a plea.

He looks down at your red, angry cheeks and puffy lips, his gaze shifting to your ass, the imprints of his five fingers are distinctly visible on your skin. "Shall I?"

"YOU WILL LET ME GO BASTARD i WILL KILL YOU," you yell at him, hating the way he was treating you, as if he owns you.

Toji pulls you up by your hair, leaning closer to your face, "Looks like you haven't learned your lesson yet. Need to shut that big mouth,"

You forcefully expel saliva from your mouth, deliberately directing it towards his face, "Never."

Toji's face flashes with a grin as he wipes off your spit from his face and licks his finger, his grip on your hair tightening. "Nasty bitch!" he snarls. His free hand frees his erection and you gasp on seeing how big he is. Big enough to nearly kill you.

"W-what the fuck do you think you are doing", you swallowed in anticipation.

Without responding, he pulls your mouth towards his erection, rubbing the tip on your swollen lips.

Your hands reach up to squeeze his shaft, intending to hurt him. Toji winces, his eyes flashing with pain and anger. "You really don't want to die, do you?" His voice shaking with fury as he grasps your wrists, locking them on either side of his legs, his precum leaking shaft rubbing against your cheek. "This is your punishment, and you're going to take it like a good girl."

Despite your resistance, he thrusts his erection into your mouth, forcing you to take him off. You could barely take in his entire length as drool cascades down your chin and your neck swells with every push. You struggle but he remains firm, so you use your teeth, nibbling on his dick.

Toji hisses in pain and anger, releasing you. "You fucking cunt! I should've known better." He slaps you, causing you to cry out in agony. "That's for biting me!" He grabs your hair again, pulling your head toward his dick and begins to thrust roughly.

"Hnghh-", tears stream down your cheeks, smudging your flawless makeup.

Toji's eyes squint seeing you cry, his lips curling up trying to hide his laugher. "Crying? That's cute. You're crying while servicing me!" His grasp on your head tightens as he keeps fucking your throat relentlessly. "Didn't think you could handle it huh? Too bad, because this is just beginning!"

Your eyes twitching in anger, you keep making noises of struggles.

Toji's thrusts increasing in speed. "Shut up, you ungrateful whore! This is what you deserve!" He slamms into you harder, ignoring your protests.

Why is he acting like that all of a sudden? You never thought the man you married is going to treat you like this. But yes karma, you have hurt him, you made him like this. HE IS RIGHT, you deserve this.

His grip tightened on your hair, his thrusts growing more violent until you screamed, tears streaming down your face. Finally, he cums, flooding your mouth with his seed. "Swallow it. I want to see your Adam's apple moving."

You involuntary swallow his seed. Toji stares at you, his breathing ragged, his eyes fixated on the sight of you swallowing his semen. "Good dog," he sneers, wiping his shaft clean.

You wipe your mouth weakly, "I will never forgive you. You are gonna face the consequences."

Toji chuckles coldly, releasing you. "Oh, the night just started.." He picks you up walking towards your bedroom.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT.. WE ARE DONE.. I AM GOING TO FUCKING DIVORCE YOU", you throw punches on his spine, your nails scratcing his clothed back.

Ignoring your threats, Toji places you on bed, tying your hands with his XXL tshirt to the headboard. His eyes glinting with excitement. "We're far from done, darling. Now, spread your legs, or shall I do it for you?"

"You are not allowed to touch me.. TOJI FUSHIGURO!"

Toji grins wickedly," Oh yeah?", with a swift movement he pulls your panties off you. You legs hiding your core from his gaze. His eyes locked on your resistant form. " He reaches down, spreading your legs apart with force. Your protest is soon silenced by a hard slap accross your clit.

"Now Now.. Look at that," he gathers your wetness with his finger and licks it, "Taste of a bitch in heat."

You bite your lower lip from embarassment. Toji's eyes darkens with lust, his fingers running through your damp entrance, teasing your hole. "You're so wet, yet you are protesting? Ah, I love it." He smirks before inserting his finger inside you, feeling you tense. His eyes searching for your reaction.

"You are lying.. It's not possible-", you still keep on protesting.

Toji pulls his finger, "Hmm?" He raises his eyebrow at you, "Am I? Prove me wrong!" He inserts another finger, stretching you wide. You gasp, arching your back. "Mmm, see for yourself", he then pulls his fingers out. He holds his fingers near your face, covered in your essence, "See?", forcing them into your mouth making you taste yourself.

Your eyes widening, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Toji's eyes gleam triumphantly, his fingers finding their way back inside you. "Pretend all you want, but your body knows the truth." His thumb rubbed your clit, expecting a moan from you. "You want to feel my cock inside you, and let us both know the truth."

"D-do what you want.. but I will not moan."

Toji's grin never wavered as he pulled out his finger. "Stubborn till the end, aren't we?"

He adjusts his position above you, his erection poised to enter you. "Very well, but you won't be able to help yourself soon enough." Before you can react, he thrusts into you roughly, invading your core. He groans at the tightness, his pace increasing.

Your hands tugging on the restraint, eyes watering again from the invasion. He leans in, whispering in your ear, "Let me hear it, your pleasure."

"F-fuck fuck.. pull it out already.. Toji", you nearly beg him.

Toji does not pull out instead he leans back, his dick sliding inside you further hitting your womb as tears spill out of your eyes from the stretching.

"Ohh.. What a sight to behold! The mistress is crying.. Is that how you request your controller?", he slows down a little.

"Please.. Toji... pull it out already", you feel your insides getting ripped everytime he pushes himself in you.

Toji laughs darkly, "Call me master Toji"

"Bastard", you reply.

He starts thrusting, roughly and harshly. "You want to die?"

"Pls master toji .. It's tearing me," your voice shaking with pain and confused pleasure.

His thrusts slows down again, his eyes scanning your tear-streaked face. "That's right. Who owns you?"

"Y-you..", you reply, your self respect crumbled against Toji's feet.

He smiles cruelly, "Mmm... What's that? I wanted to pull out, but your walls are not allowing me to." with that he keeps slamming into you. This time gentlier than before. Your face twisting in anger and tears.

"No, no..." he murmurs, leaning down to kiss your forehead softly. "It's alright. Embrace your submissive nature. You'll thank me later." His thrusting intensifies, his pace accelerating. You whimper, unable to control your pleasure. "It feels good hah?"

"N-no it does not," you lie. Toji's eyes glint at your lie. 'We will see about that" as he speeds up his thrusts, pulling your nipple causing you to cry even louder.

Suddenly moan escapes from your mouth, biting your lips you hide your shift your head right avoiding eye contact with him.

"There it is!" he whispers, his thrusts growing more erratic. "Didn't you just say, you won't moannn?" his mocking evident. "That's it, let go! Enjoy it!" He rams into you, owning you fully.

Your eyes locking on his again. "You look so beautiful, when you are this vulnerable and submissive." His words, punctuated by his thrusts, your moans filling the air. "So obedient..."

Your walls tighten, your climax reaching soon. Toji's thrusts slow down as he realizes your nearness. "Not yet..." He pulls his dick out, causing you to cry out.

"I decide when you cum. Remember that." He reaches down, playing with your clit. "Beg for it."

You look at him, your mind still not wanting to give in.

"Beg for it, or I will keep doing this the whole night" He repeats, his voice firm.

He strokes his cock, your eyes widened, realizing the threat. "Please Toji, let me cum.." Your voice trembled, your body tensing.

"Please what?", he smirks biting his lips.

"P-Please master..", you pout after saying the words.

Toji smirks, placing the tip back to your entrance. "Complete the sentence," he rubs your wet, puffy clit with his tip.

"P-Please master toji let me cum", your respect for yourself almost vanished as your eyes begged for him.

"Louder" He pushes his tip inside you, painfully slow.

"PLEASE MASTER TOJI LET ME CUM.. PLEASE .. I BEG OF YOU"

Toji lets out a satisfied growl, thrusting deep. "That's more like it, my good slave." He pounds you mercilessly, your pleas for release filling the air. "Cum. For me."

Your body tenses, toes curl as you orgasm hard, walls spasming rapidly against his cock. Toji watches your orgasm unfurl, his dick pulsating inside you. "Mmm, nice." He thrusts faster, his climax approaching. "Fuck, yes. So tight.. I never imagined you felt this good." He grunts, his breath hitched, his release imminent. "Gonna fill you up. Bet you won't remain selfish anymore once you have your own baby."

Only moans come out of you as he thrusts into your oversensitive pussy. Toji finishes his thrusts, spilling himself inside you, pulling out just to see his seed drooling out of your clamping walls. "Shit.. Look at that, so dirty", he pushes his dick inside you again, watching your body shuddering.

You mutter a low appologise as your breathing starts becoming stable once again. "Oh so now ya guilty?" Toji laughs, his dick twitching inside you still, he's getting hard once again. He pulls his dick out and drags you onto his lap.

He caresses your cheek, "Do you think I can ever forgive you baby? with all these years of disrespect that you flung at me?" his other hand pats your ass. "I dont want to hear your apologies. I will divorce you just like that."

You feel as though everything is falling apart around you. It's the last thing you expected to hear from him. You know you love him, but you chose to ignore your feelings up until this point. "Pls master.. d-dont divorce me .. I love you", you lean towards him, kissing his cheek.

Toji's eyes flickered for a moment, as you kiss his cheek. "Wow.. Just an orgasm out of you, put you in your place? Perhaps.. There's only one way to change my mind", he licks his tongue wanting to push your buttons. You look at him expectantly.

Toji's eyes sparked with devious delight "Show me how much you love me, my slave".

Sighing, you take his erect cock and insert it inside of you. You begin to flex and extend your hips along his girth.

Toji watches as you ride him, his eyes never leaving you, his eyes twinkling. "Mmm, nothing sexier than a woman in need," He growls, grabbing your hips and pushing you into his hips. "Ride it harder!" He groans, moving along with your rhythm. You nod and increase your pace, bouncing harder, his veins popping on his forehead.

"Impressive, but more!" His hands move to your neck, pulling you closer. "Yes.. Open your mouth whore" He grips your throat gently, tightening his hold.

You open your mouth, and Toji spits in it, "Swallow it". Without any delay you swallow it.

Toji laughs, "How the tables turn, huh?"

You lean to kiss him, but he grabs your neck not allowing you to get closer to him. "I don't want to kiss your nasty mouth bitch"

"P-please master toji.. kiss me", you beg him, hands reaching to caress his hand on your neck.

"Hmm?" he whispers, "Why would I do that?" He tightens his grip, making it harder for you to breathe. You gasp, your eyes locking with his.

"I am sorry," you cry and pout, hips slamming against his pubis while riding him.

"Apologizing?" He loosens his grip, allowing you to breathe easier. "Now that's better." He watches you, how you are engulfing his cock with each movement.

"Still want my kiss?" He taunts, as he release his grip on your neck.

"Yes.. please.. Kiss me"

Toji captures your lips, his tongue invading your mouth. You moan, wrapping your arms around his neck. He groans, the taste of your submission sweet. "Mmm, such a good slave." He pulls away, "Appology accepted". His mouth leans in to latch onto one of your breasts, tongue circling your nipples and his cheeks hollowing.

Unable to control yourself you squirt all over him. He grunts at your sudden tightness. "What the fuck- so tight ah.." He removes his dick from you, putting you on your knees and hands. "Pissing like a dog? Want me to piss on you too?"

"S-sorry master, I was unable to control myself", your eyes rolled from the experience, collapsing on the bed.

Toji spanks your ass, bringing you to your knees. He lines up his dick to your entrance, holding you steady. "Ya looking like a used slut." His dick slides in your entrance, stretching you again. You whine and whimper, thighs shaking from the ecounters before.

"So sensitive..", Toji scoffs.

"Please .. I am near .. fuck me harder", your voice pleading, eyes rolled, drools driping down your chin.

Toji's thrusts speed up, taking you from behind. "Such an Insatiable cum slut " He groans, his voice hoarse. "Tell me how much you want my cum inside you."

"Fill me up pls.... I am master Toji's cumdump"

Toji roars, slamming into you. "Mmm, yes. My cum dump bitch." He releases inside you, feeling you cum and contract around his dick. He pulls out, watching his seed dripping out of you. His eyes lingered over your pussy, "Maybe you deserve a reward after all."

Your whole body convulses. Toji pulls himself out, "Do you want the reward?"

"Please.. reward me master .. I am your good slave," you falter.

Toji smiles, "Very well, my pet. You're a good slave then" He licks your thighs "Mmm, I love you. But if you dare to disappoint me again..." His teeth nibbling on your clit, making you moan loudly. "You know where you stand." He coos and blows on your wetness, licking you clean. Your body trembles, his tongue exploring your folds.

Toji moans, licking your and his cum.. He suckles your clit, his tongue dancing around. A huge cum drop falls on his tongue which he thrusts inside you again.

"Such a good slave, you'll give me a healthy pup" He hums, kissing your inner thighs. Your breath hitches, your orgasm nearing.

Unable to make out anything, you keep taking the pleasure he gives you.

Toji chuckles, his pace unrelenting. "Make me feel needed, slut" He tongue flicks your clit, you shaking. "Cum for me girl" He pinches your clit, your juice flowing freely. "Ahh, so fucking delicious..."

"Gonna cum .. Love you Toji .. a-ah", you blabber. "Yes, my whore. Go ahead" He growls, licking your juice dripping on his lips. Your thighs wrap around him, cumming again. He licks your cum from his tongue, your legs trembling.

"Good girl". He kisses your neck then pulling you closer to his dick.

"Clean your mess from it" He whispers.

Toji breathes heavily, your mouth enveloping his half-hardened dick. It gets hard again, "Mmm, yes, clean it nicely" He cups your head, his shaft coats in your saliva. "Like that, slut" His hand affectionately messes your hair, your moaning muffled. "So good... God.. I should have done this a lot earlier." He watched you swallow his dickhead, your saliva running down your chin. He laughs, his breaths hitched.

You suck on his balls while he strokes his length, "You know how to make a man happy" he whispers. He pulls you by your hair rubbing his dick on your cheeks.

He leans back, hips jerking. "Mmm, shoot!", his cum splattering across your face, your tongue sticking out, trying to catch some cum drops. He smiles, wiping your face.

"Mmm, so obedient, my little cum dump" He whispers, kissing your lips. "You did great today and if you dare to mistreat me again.."

"I will put you in your place.. Like how I did today."

DIVIDERS FROM @/cafekitsune

[queenofwands89]

Do you do fanfic requests? If so I was hoping for maybe an angsty enemies to lovers with Tyler Owens, like they are rivals and just got off on a bad start that spiraled into them hating each other but slowly seeing there's more there but being in denial until maybe like Reader gets injured in a chase or helping someone and Tyler realized how he truly feels? Idk lol. Just need some good angst and hurt comfort.

Stormfront Showdown (Part 1)

Tyler Owens x fem!Stormchaser!reader

Summary: Y/N and Tyler have been longstanding rivals, their past filled with unresolved conflicts and clashing opinions on storm chasing. With vastly different approaches to tracking and studying storms, their heated debates have become legendary. Now, with the upcoming storm chasing convention on the horizon, tensions are set to skyrocket. You know Tyler will be there, and the question is: will this be another explosive encounter, or will the storm finally bring them together in unexpected ways?

Word count: 2262

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, rivals to lovers, verbal sparring, competition, dumb blonde joke, teasing, a little angsty idk.

Notes: Thank you so much for your request! I apologize for the delay; I recently started school and things have been hectic. I took a bit of creative liberty with your request and turned it into a short series. I hope you don't mind! If anyone wants me to make a taglist, just let me know. I hope you enjoy it—bye! 💜

The storm chaser convention is your annual pilgrimage as a weather enthusiast or professional. The ballroom of the Kansas City Grand Hotel buzzes with anticipation. As you stand at the entrance, your eyes sweep the room with a mixture of curiosity and wariness. You don't particularly enjoy these crowded events, preferring the solitude and precision of your solo chases, but your presence here is a necessary evil—an opportunity to share your findings and emphasize the importance of safety and scientific rigor.

You smooth the front of your blazer, double-checking your notes for the panel discussion. It’s then that you spot him: Tyler Owens. The Tornado Wrangler himself stands surrounded by a throng of fans and admirers, his laughter loud and infectious. His rugged appearance, complete with cowboy boots and a well-worn hat, seems to dominate the room. Boone is there too, camera in hand, capturing every moment for Tyler's YouTube channel. Lily, Dexter, and Dani mingle nearby, each in their element.

You inhale deeply, trying to steady your nerves. The name Tyler Owens epitomizes everything you abhor in storm chasing—recklessness, unchecked bravado, and an insatiable thirst for sensationalism. To you, he is the living antithesis of diligent scientific inquiry and responsible journalism.

Your last encounter with Tyler was nothing short of disastrous. What began as a simple disagreement escalated into a full-blown public feud, broadcasted for the world to see via social media and various news outlets. You had penned a scathing article, meticulously criticizing his methods as dangerous and irresponsible. Your words were sharp, intended to signal a wake-up call not just to him but to the entire community of storm chasers.

Tyler, never one to retreat from controversy, responded with an incendiary video. Filled with passionate retorts and dismissive gestures, his rebuttal ignited a firestorm of reactions, polarizing the storm-chasing community and capturing the attention of a captivated audience.

The bitter memory of this exchange still lingers in your mind, a festering wound that has yet to heal. Now, as you anticipate another face-to-face meeting with him, you feel the weight of that unresolved animosity. You brace yourself for the confrontation that seems as inevitable as the approaching storm you both intend to chase.

The panel is called to order, and the moderator introduces the speakers with a flourish. You take your seat, your heart pounding in your chest. Tyler settles into the chair next to you, flashing a charming smile that belies the tension crackling between you.

"Welcome, everyone," the moderator begins. "Today, we have a diverse panel of storm chasers who will share their unique perspectives on this thrilling and dangerous field. Let's start with you, Y/N. Can you tell us about your approach to storm chasing?"

You take a moment to collect your thoughts before speaking. "I believe storm chasing is an essential tool for advancing our understanding of severe weather phenomena. My approach focuses on meticulous planning, data collection, and public safety. The goal is to minimize risk while maximizing scientific value."

Tyler leans forward, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he addresses the room. "You know, while I truly appreciate Y/N's unwavering commitment to safety," he begins, his voice smooth and confident, "we sometimes overlook the bigger picture. Storm chasing isn't just about data and caution—it's about raising awareness and capturing the awe-inspiring power of nature."

He pauses for effect, letting his words sink in before flashing a charismatic smile at the crowd. "My team and I, we're not just scientists; we're storytellers. We bring these magnificent storms to the world, showing people a side of nature they rarely see."

His smile widens, eyes sparkling with excitement. "We have a saying in our crew: 'If you feel it, chase it.' Because in those moments of raw, untamed nature, we find our stories, our inspiration."

The room erupts in appreciative murmurs and nods of agreement, some even breaking into applause. Tyler's infectious enthusiasm and charm work their magic, swaying the audience to his perspective, if only for the moment.

You resist the urge to roll your eyes. "Raising awareness is important, Tyler, but not at the expense of safety. Your methods put not just you and your team at risk but also the communities you travel through."

"And your methods," Tyler shoots back, "might yield scientifically valuable data, but they often lack the human element. People need to see the raw, unfiltered power of these storms to understand what we're dealing with."

The panel has been raging on for twenty minutes, each of you firing verbal volleys that keep the audience captivated. The tension is palpable, and it’s clear that you and Tyler aren’t on good terms.

Tyler leans forward, a cocky grin spreading across his face. He’s baiting you, and he knows exactly which buttons to push. "You know, ever since that article you wrote, questioning my methods, I've been wondering. Maybe you're just not a fan of a little excitement? Gotta admit, though, it did spark quite the public feud."

The hint of satisfaction in his voice is unmistakable—he’s reveling in the attention, the controversy, and most of all, the fact that he’s gotten under your skin.

You snap back, your tone fiery and unapologetic. "And with good reason. Your methods are reckless, Tyler. Capturing nature is one thing, but ensuring the safety of our team and the community is paramount. Data collection can be done without playing Russian roulette with our lives."

Tyler smirks, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Ah, but without taking risks, we miss out on the most stunning phenomena. The beauty of a storm isn't just in its data points—it's in the visceral experience."

Your eyes narrow, voice sharp and unyielding. "Visceral experiences are meaningless if they end in tragedy. We need to strike a balance—pushing limits, yes, but with calculated caution. Not reckless abandonment just to feed your adrenaline addiction."

Leaning in slightly, his voice drops to a teasing whisper, "Careful. If you play it too safe, you might end up in a cozy weather office instead of out there chasing the real action."

You raise an eyebrow, your smile icy. "Better a cozy office than a hospital bed, Tyler. Besides, in the office, I can keep an eye on your antics, making sure you don’t turn yourself into a cautionary tale."

Tyler chuckles, clearly unfazed. "Touché. But admit it, you'd miss our epic sparring sessions out in the field."

You smirk back, your tone dripping with sarcasm, "Maybe. But I'd miss watching you lose a battle of wits with a breeze. It's like a real-life dumb blonde joke, but without the punchline."

Boone, with his characteristic enthusiasm, interjects, "You both have valid points! The thrill and the data—can't we find a middle ground here that marries both perspectives?"

Tyler grins at Boone's comment, "Maybe, Boone. But finding that middle ground is easier said than done."

The moderator, sensing the escalating tension and the need to maintain decorum, finally calls for a break. Their calm yet authoritative voice cuts through the cacophony of arguments, bringing a temporary ceasefire.

"Let's take a ten-minute break to gather our thoughts," the moderator says, brokering no argument. "This will give everyone a chance to cool off and reflect."

The announcement is met with a collective exhale from the audience. You can feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins as you step away from the podium, your mind racing with the flurry of ideas and rebuttals. Tyler shoots you a confident smirk, clearly reveling in the public sparring.

As the room buzzes with low conversations and people stretch their legs, you glance towards Boone, Lily, Dexter, and Dani. Boone gives you a thumbs-up, his eyes sparkling with excitement for the next round. Lily offers a supportive nod, while Dexter's contemplative gaze meets yours, as if silently urging you to remain steadfast. Dani approaches you quietly, her concern evident.

"Take a moment to breathe," she advises softly. "You’re doing great, but don’t let him get under your skin."

You nod, appreciating the support as you resolve to keep your composure for the next part of the debate. Tyler may have won the crowd for now, but the debate is far from over.

You step away from the panel, finding solace in a quiet corner of the room. You sip your water, your mind racing with a mix of frustration and determination. A voice interrupts your thoughts.

"Y/N," Tyler says, his tone unusually soft. "Can we talk?"

You turn to face him, your eyes narrowing. "There's not much to say, Tyler. We clearly have different philosophies that will never align."

He sighs, running a hand through his blonde hair. "Look, I know we've had our differences, but we're both here for a reason. We're passionate about what we do. Maybe... just maybe, there's a middle ground we haven't considered."

Before you can respond, a group of Tyler's ardent fans—mostly attractive young women whose adoration for him is barely concealed—swarm in, interrupting your conversation. Their laughter and excited voices fill the air as they clamor for his attention, each holding out their phones for selfies.

"Tyler, can we get a picture with you?"

"You're amazing, Tyler, can you sign this?"

Their voices form a cacophony of admiration and eagerness. Tyler gives you a fleeting look, a glimmer of regret in his eyes. As he turns to handle the eager fans, you seize the moment. You walk away quickly, your strides purposeful and filled with resolve.

By the time Tyler manages to take a few pictures and sign a couple of autographs, he looks up to continue the conversation, but you're already gone. He scans the room, his expression shifting from hope to dejection as he realizes you're nowhere to be seen.

His shoulders slump slightly, and a look of displeasure shadows his face. The admiring fans around him continue their cheerful chatter, but his thoughts are elsewhere. He looks in the direction you went, frustration evident as he contemplates the vanished opportunity to bridge the chasm between you.

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The second day of the storm chaser convention dawns with a swirl of excitement and anticipation. Yesterday had been a whirlwind, with Tyler and you continuing your intense, verbal sparring match during your panel. As soon as it ended, you purposely avoided Tyler for the rest of the day, determined to keep your distance and focus on the upcoming events.

Today, however, is different. You feel a surge of excitement as you head towards the sign-up area for the competition on advanced research—a competition you have won every year. You stride confidently through the bustling convention hall, ready to claim your victory once more.

Approaching the registration table, you're taken aback to see Tyler there, pen in hand, scribbling his name onto the sign-up sheet. Your eyebrows knit together in a mixture of surprise and annoyance as you walk up to him.

"What are you doing here, Tyler?" you ask, folding your arms across your chest. "This competition has strict rules that you couldn't follow even if they were spelled out in neon lights."

Tyler smirks and meets your gaze. "Decided to sign up this year. Thought I'd give you some real competition."

You lock eyes, each ready for a verbal duel. The air between you crackles with tension.

"If you think you can handle it, by all means, try," you retort, your voice tinged with sarcasm. "Just know that this isn't your usual chaotic escapade. This requires precision and knowledge—qualities that, frankly, I don't think you possess."

Tyler chuckles softly. "We'll see about that. Underestimating me might be your biggest mistake."

Before you can continue your exchange, the host of the panel steps up to a microphone, capturing the attention of everyone in the room. The host, a renowned meteorologist named Dr. Sandra Jacobs, greets the crowd with a warm smile and a practiced ease.

"Good morning, everyone! I'm Dr. Sandra Jacobs, and it's my pleasure to welcome you to this year's storm chaser convention!" Dr. Jacobs begins, her voice carrying effortlessly through the room. "As many of you know, this convention is a celebration of the fascinating and often dangerous world of storm chasing. It's a place for experts and enthusiasts alike to share their passion and knowledge."

A murmur of agreement ripples through the crowd as Dr. Jacobs continues.

"One of the highlights of our convention is the competition on advanced research. It's a chance for storm chasers to showcase their findings, methodologies, and innovations in storm tracking and prediction."

Your eyes shift back to Tyler momentarily, a competitive fire igniting within you.

"This year, however, we’ve decided to change things up," Dr. Jacobs announces, her eyes twinkling with excitement. "There will be no rules and no limits! The stakes are higher than ever, with $100,000 in research funding and a special feature on Discovery Plus for the winner!"

A collective gasp and murmurs of surprise and excitement ripple through the crowd. Your eyes widen slightly, processing the unexpected twist. Tyler glances at you, a satisfied grin spreading across his face.

"No rules, huh?" he teases, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "Looks like your little rule-book speech just got thrown out the window."

With that, he turns and walks away, leaving you standing there, both frustrated and fueled by the sudden turn of events. You watch him go, your mind already strategizing how to adapt to the new, unpredictable landscape of the competition. The game had just changed, and you are more determined than ever to come out on top.

[thef1diary]

2k thot 🫣 voice kink w Pierre, just loving it whenever he speaks French even if you don’t know what he’s saying. Make it as spicy you want 🙃

Keep Talking | P. Gasly

warnings: 18+ smut, doggy (it’s Pierre okay 🫣), slight choking, and obvs voice kink

wc: 800+

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You found yourself on all fours, your body arched in ecstasy as Pierre's firm hands gripped your hips. Each thrust sends a jolt of pleasure coursing through you, igniting a fire that consumes every inch of your being.

His fingers dance with precision tracing tantalizing circles around your swollen clit, each touch sending ripples of pleasure through you. But amidst the intoxicating symphony of sensations, it's Pierre's voice that truly sets you ablaze. It's not just the words he speaks, but the language he speaks in, his mother tongue.

"Tu es tellement belle, mon amour," he breathes next to your ear, his voice a velvety whisper that sends shivers down your spine.

You whimper in response, your body trembling underneath his as his words wash over you like a tidal wave of passion. Each syllable, spoken in his native French, is a seductive invitation to lose yourself in the depths of pleasure.

"Tu vas si bien pour moi," he murmurs, the intensity in his voice igniting a firestorm of desire within you.

Each whispered word, each guttural moan, reverberates through you like a melody, his voice a siren's call luring you to the edge of oblivion.

"You're squeezing me so tight, baby, missed me that much, huh?" He asked, switching languages so you can understand and give him an answer.

You whimper and clench involuntarily at his words, biting your lip as he speeds up his thrusts. His fingers slip away from your clit and you almost whine at the loss of pleasure but those fingers quickly wrap around your throat. With his lips grazing your ear, he whispers, "réponds-moi."

"Oui, please, please, Pierre, I missed you so much," you rush out in one breath before another wave of pleasure brings you closer to the edge.

His lips brush tenderly against the side of your head, and you can sense the curve of his smile before he mutters, "that's my good girl."

You make a concerted effort to stifle your own cries and whimpers as his fingers return to your clit, pinching and circling in time with his thrusts. You wanted to focus solely on the intoxicating sound of his voice. Each low groan that escapes his lips, every ragged breath he takes above you, becomes a precious melody that you yearn to etch into the depths of your memory.

Every time he mumbles anything, you clench around his cock, earning a breathless chuckle from him. His amusement is palpable as he realizes the effect his voice has on you, a knowing smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

"Do you like it when I tell you how good you feel around me?" he questions, his voice husky with desire. His fingers trail lightly along the curve of your spine, sending a shiver of anticipation throughout your body.

With a soft whimper, you nod, unable to form coherent words as his voice weaves a spell around you, drawing you deeper into the throes of passion.

"Or," he murmurs softly into your ear, his words a tender caress against your skin, as if he's sharing a precious secret. "I think you love tout about my voice."

You inhale sharply at the sensation of his warm breath against your ear, a shiver running down your spine as his words sink in. The intimacy of his tone sends a rush of desire coursing through you, threatening to consume you whole.

"Is that what it is, mon amour?" He continues, his voice barely above a whisper, laden with a mixture of amusement and desire.

You can't help but nod, unable to find the words to express the overwhelming rush of emotions welling up inside you. It's not just the sound of his voice that enthralls you, but the way it makes you feel — cherished, desired, and utterly adored.

You arch into him, grinding your ass against him as he slips in and out of you. You reach your hand behind you, placing your palm on the nape of his neck, bringing him closer.

"Please," you gasp, your voice a desperate plea as waves of pleasure wash over you, threatening to engulf your senses entirely.

Your eyes flutter shut, your head falling forwards in ecstasy as you struggle to form coherent words amidst the overwhelming sensation.

"Don't... don't stop talking," you manage to grit out, your voice trembling with need. Each syllable is a struggle, torn from your lips as if by sheer force of will. But the urgency in your tone is unmistakable, a fervent plea for him to continue, to keep the intoxicating stream of words flowing.

As his voice washes over you like a soothing balm, you feel yourself teetering on the edge of oblivion, lost in a haze of pleasure that threatens to consume you whole. And in that moment, all you can do is surrender to the overwhelming tide, clinging to his every word like a lifeline in the storm of sensation.

So you do surrender to the overwhelming sensation, allowing yourself to be consumed by the raw intensity of his voice, knowing that in its embrace lies a sanctuary where time stands still, and all that exists is the intoxicating symphony of your shared desire.

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[verstappensrealwife]

Home is you - Fernando Alonso x Reader

fluff.

age-gap. not specifically mentioned but the reader is younger.

approx. 1000 words

fernando alonso masterlist - here. f1 masterlist - here.

Seated in the luxurious confines of his private jet, en route to Bahrain for the electrifying Grand Prix season opener, you found yourself ensconced in a cocoon of anticipation and desire. Across from you lounged the man who ignited flames of passion within your soul, his intense gaze igniting a firestorm of longing and yearning deep within you. As you gazed out of the window, ensnared by the mesmerising spectacle of clouds stretching endlessly across the cerulean expanse, his voice, velvety and laden with desire, pierced through the tranquil ambiance.

“Go on a date with me,” he murmured huskily beside you, his words dripping with an intoxicating blend of sincerity and playful allure.

You turned to him, a soft laugh escaping your lips at the unexpected proposition. “Pardon?” you replied, your voice laced with amusement and a hint of teasing.

“Please~ go on a date with me?” he pleaded, his smile infused with the heady scent of whiskey that hung in the air, a testament to his valiant efforts to ease his nerves during the flight.

Amused by his endearing persistence, you leaned in closer, revelling in the magnetic pull between you. “I don’t know if my dad will approve of you, sir,” you teased, a mischievous glint dancing in your eyes.

“What!” he exclaimed, his offence giving way to a grin of delight. “Let me talk to your dad, sweetheart, I’m sure I could convince him.”

After a brief pause, he regarded you with a dreamy expression, his eyes alight with adoration. “You’re pretty,” he declared softly, his gaze tracing the contours of your face with reverence. “D- Do you have a boyfriend, pretty?” he hiccupped slightly, his smile widening with each passing moment.

You nodded, a tender smile playing on your lips. “A husband, actually,” you replied, your tone infused with affection and determination.

His brow furrowed in confusion, his expression a mixture of disbelief and jealousy. “Leave him, be with me!” he urged, his words slurred with the remnants of alcohol. “Who is this man?” he demanded, his concern palpable.

With a knowing smile, you retrieved your phone, turning the screen towards him to reveal his own reflection staring back at him. “Wh- Wait, I am your husband!” he exclaimed, realisation dawned on him. “So can we go out on the date I planned?”

You nodded in agreement, squeezing his hand affectionately before attempting to release it. However, he held on tightly, his grip a reassuring anchor in the swirling sea of emotions.

Later, in the privacy of the opulent hotel room, he began to sober up (barely), the lingering effects of alcohol fading away as he prepared for the evening ahead. With meticulous care, he adorned himself in his finest attire, his efforts a testament to his unwavering devotion to you. As you emerged from the bathroom, your beauty was enhanced by the artful application of makeup, his breath caught in his throat, his heart swelling with an overwhelming surge of desire.

“Whoa… Hola Cariño,” he joked, his voice husky with desire as he approached you, his hands tracing the curves of your body with electrifying precision. “I could just cancel dinner, then we could skip right to dessert?”

You blushed, a playful glint dancing in your eyes. “Shut up,” you countered, a coy smile playing on your lips. “But no— I just dressed up all nice for you— so you are gonna wine and dine me.” With a gentle press of your hands against his chest, you planted a tender kiss on his cheek, his grin widening as he playfully smacked your ass before guiding you towards the door, anticipation burning like a blazing inferno between you.

Under the soft glow of twinkling fairy lights strung overhead, you and your partner find yourselves nestled in a cozy corner of the enchanting garden café. The air is still alive in the evening, with the melody of chirping birds and the gentle rustle of leaves, lending an ethereal quality to the evening.

As you sip on glasses of sparkling champagne, your fingers intertwined with Fernando's, you can't help but marvel at the sheer magic of the moment. Across the table, his eyes sparkle with affection, mirroring the starlight above as he leans in closer, his breath mingling with yours in a sweet symphony of intimacy.

With a playful twinkle in their eye, your partner reaches for a delicate rose nestled in a vase on the table, presenting it to you with a flourish. "For the most beautiful woman I've ever set my eyes on," He whispers, his voice a tender caress against your ear.

Your heart swells with warmth as you accept the flower, its petals soft beneath your fingertips. "Thank you," you murmur, your voice filled with gratitude and love.

Together, you share laughter and stories, each moment infused with a sense of joy and wonder. The world fades away as you lose yourselves in each other's company, the hours slipping by unnoticed in the embrace of your love.

As the night deepens, he rises from his seat, extending a hand towards you with a smile. "May I have this dance?" he asks, his eyes sparkling with mischief and longing.

You accept with a smile, rising gracefully to your feet as he leads you to a makeshift dance floor bathed in the soft glow of moonlight. With gentle movements and whispered promises, you sway together in perfect harmony, lost in the rhythm of the music and the embrace of each other's arms.

In that moment, time stands still, and all that exists is the two of you, wrapped in a cocoon of love and affection. With every step, every touch, you feel your bond deepening, your souls intertwining in a dance as old as time itself.

As the song draws to a close, you find yourselves reluctant to part, the magic of the evening lingering like a sweet, lingering dream.

el fin

[cera-writes]

Hear me out.

Nsfw with young erik lehnsherr and semi-public 🤭🫣

That’s it. That’s the idea.

A/N: Thanks for requesting this anon! Young Erik does something for me~ Pairing: Young Erik (Magneto) x AFAB!Reader Tags: semi public sex, unprotected sex, nsfw Prompt: Erik meets reader in the park at midnight, desperate to be close to you despite the dangers of entangling his own life with yours.

Dancing in the Moonlight - An Erik Lehnsherr x AFAB!reader one-shot

Moonlight filtered through the weeping willow's branches, casting an ethereal glow on the deserted park. The air hung heavy with the scent of blooming night jasmine, swirling around you and Erik like a heady perfume. Weeks of frantic escape had etched lines of exhaustion on his face, yet his eyes, the color of a storm-tossed sea, held a spark that ignited a wildfire in your core.

He cupped your face in his calloused hands, his touch a stark contrast to the cool night air. The pads of his thumbs traced the gentle curve of your jaw, sending shivers cascading down your spine. "You shouldn't be here," he rasped, his voice a low rumble that sent delicious tremors through you.

"But I am," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the soft chirping of crickets. You leaned into his touch, the need for his warmth an undeniable ache.

His gaze swept over your face, lingering on your lips, nervous with anticipation as you trembled. A slow smile played on his lips, a flicker of something dangerous lurking beneath the surface. He leaned in, the space between you shrinking to a mere whisper.

The heat radiating from his body was intoxicating. His breath, laced with the faint scent of smoke and desperation, danced on your lips. Then, hesitantly at first, his lips met yours. The kiss was a collision, raw and hungry, fueled by weeks of pent-up emotions and the constant threat of danger. His touch was a brand, searing a claim on your very being. His tongue, a bold explorer, delved deeper, igniting a firestorm within you.

A gasp escaped your lips, a sound that seemed to echo through the stillness of the night. You tangled your fingers in his hair, the feel of his soft white strands sending another jolt of pleasure through you. The need for more was a physical ache, a desperate yearning that clawed at your insides.

He pulled away reluctantly, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. His eyes, a stormy grey, held a mixture of possessiveness and raw vulnerability. "I shouldn't," he murmured, his voice thick with desire, "but this city feels colder without you in it."

His taut muscles flexed under your touch, body wanting, no-needing you.

"Then don't let go," you whispered, your voice a husky plea. You arched your body closer, the space between you a charged void begging to be filled.

A hungry growl rumbled in his chest, a primal acknowledgment of your desire. His hands slipped down your arms, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. He reached for your waist, pulling you impossibly close. Your bodies collided, a tangle of limbs and desperate need.

Erik's calloused fingers slipped beneath the hem of your shirt, inching upward and grazing the sensitive skin of your stomach. Your breath caught in your throat, every nerve ending alive with anticipation.

His thumbs brushed over the curves of your breasts, eliciting a gasp from your lips. He leaned in closer, his lips tracing a path along your jawline and down the column of your neck. A shudder coursed through you, your body responding instinctively to his touch.

With a swift tug, Erik removed your shirt, casting it aside like a forgotten memory. The cool night air caressed your bare skin, sending a delicious shiver down your spine. Your bra was next, the lacy fabric slipping away under his magical, magnetic fingers.

Your breasts spilled free, the weight of them heavy in the moonlight. Erik's eyes devoured you, his gaze lingering on the swell of your flesh before landing on your flushed face. "You're beautiful," he rasped, his voice raw with desire.

Unable to resist the pull of his magnetic gaze, you leaned into him, your heart aching for more. Erik's hands cupped your breasts, his fingers finding your taut nipples and teasing them into hardened peaks. You arched your back, a silent plea for more.

"Please, Erik...I-I need you. All of you!" you moaned, trying to contain the high pitch of your voice but you couldn't help it. He made you yearn so, so badly for him.

He responded by lowering his head, his lips closing around one nipple. The sensation was exquisite, the gentle suckling sending a jolt of pleasure straight to the core of your being. Your hands tangled in his hair, urging him onward as he lavished attention on your breasts.

But it wasn't enough. The fire between your legs was an inferno, burning hotter with each passing second. The need for release was a white-hot pulse throbbing in time with your heartbeat. It was a hunger that only he could satisfy.

As Erik's lips continued their exploration of your breasts, you felt an uncontrollable need to reciprocate his touch. Impatiently, you reached for the buttons on his shirt, desperate to feel the heat of his skin against yours.

"So eager, Schatz..." Magneto growled.

With trembling fingers, you undid each button, slowly revealing the expanse of chiseled chest beneath. His skin was warm and damp with perspiration, the muscles rippling under your eager touch. You traced a line from his collarbone down to his navel, eliciting a deep moan from the back of his throat.

Erik pulled away from your breasts, his eyes darkening with desire as he watched you explore his body. He tugged off his shirt, letting it fall to the ground beside yours. The sight of him half-naked in the moonlight was enough to send your heart into overdrive. You were luckily the only ones in the park this late at this hour.

Your hands skimmed over his broad shoulders, down his arms, and across his chest. The soft hair that covered his body was an unexpected delight, teasing your fingertips as you traced your way along his sculpted muscles.

You leaned in to taste the salt on his skin, running your tongue over his collarbone and along the curve of his neck. He tilted his head back and hummed in pleasure. The flavor of him was addictive, fueling the fire within you as it spread through your body like wildfire. Your lips found his again, tasting the slightly chapped skin as you clung desperately to him.

His free hand traveled down your stomach, brushing past your clothing before reaching its destination: the damp heat between your legs. He teased you, rubbing his fingers just above your most sensitive spot, creating a delicious mixture of pleasure and frustration.

You couldn't hold back any longer. Gripping his hair, you guided his mouth to your other breast as you thrust your hips forward, desperate for relief. Erik chuckled darkly, clearly enjoying your impatience. But instead of giving you what you wanted, he retreated, leaving you aching and needy.

"Please," you begged, your voice cracking with desire. "I need you."

Erik's eyes sparkled with mischief, but there was also a tenderness there that made your heart race. Slowly, agonizingly, he peeled off your jeans and underwear, leaving you completely exposed. The cool night air caused goosebumps to appear on your skin, but the heat in Erik's gaze was enough to make you burn from the inside out.

He stood before you, his own clothes barely clinging to his body before he stepped out of the rest of his attire. Your eyes roamed over him, taking in every inch of his lean, muscled frame. Without saying a word, he cupped your face in his hands and kissed you deeply, his tongue dancing with yours in a sensual duel. You could practically feel the electricity between you both.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, desperate to feel every inch of him against you. Erik groaned into your mouth, his hands roaming over your body, leaving explosions of pleasure in their wake.

With a primal growl, he lifted you off the ground, your legs still wrapped around him. You gasped as he carried you to a nearby tree, its strong branches providing the perfect support for what was to come.

Erik pressed you against the rough bark, his mouth nipping at your neck as he positioned himself between your legs. You could feel his hardness pressed against your core, the anticipation almost too much to bear.

"Are you ready for me?" he whispered in your ear, his voice thick with desire, tone husky and dark.

You nodded, unable to form words. Erik's hands gripped your hips, holding you steady as he thrust into you with a primal intensity that took your breath away. Your bodies moved together in perfect harmony, every stroke driving you closer to the edge.

"Oh, yes-Mmn, fuck Erik!" you hissed in pleasure, slamming your eyes shut as you took in every inch of him.

As the pleasure built, you felt yourself letting go, surrendering to the sensations coursing through your veins. Erik's pace quickened, his movements becoming more urgent, his breath hot against your neck.

You cried out as the first wave of ecstasy crashed over you, your entire body shuddering with release. Erik followed close behind, his own climax rippling through him as he pressed his forehead against yours, your breath mingling in the cool night air.

For a long moment, you remained entwined, hearts racing and bodies trembling. Then, slowly, Erik pulled away, a look of contentment etched on his face. He brushed a stray lock of hair from your eyes, his thumb tenderly caressing your cheek.

"I've missed you," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the soft rustling of leaves. "And I never wanted to let you go."

[wickedwitchofthegalaxy]

Foreign Feelings

Pairing: Anakin(ROTS)XFem!reader

Warnings~ NSFW, 18+, minors DNI, oral sex (M!receiving), hair pulling, dirty talking, praise kink, dom/sub dynamics

Word count: 1.6K

Summary: All the smut and little plot 😝

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Credit: This is my own spin off to a story I read on here and I can’t find the story again, so please, please text me for inspo credit!

P.S. Also this is my first story since I started up writing again! Please feel free to send me a DM with suggestions or advice! Banner at the end by @cafekitsune !

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Enjoy 🖤

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"I’ve never done this before,"

You lowly admit, the rush of adrenaline pulsing through your veins as you sink to your knees on Anakin’s bedroom floor. Panic and excitement warred within you, mingling with a heady anticipation of the unknown. As you both surrendered to the electric tension that had been building between you, a whirlwind of thoughts raced through your mind - are you ready to embrace the unknown, or are you merely a passenger on this journey of forbidden desire?

Amidst the chaos of your emotions, one thing remains clear - in this moment, you feel truly alive. Being naked and this vulnerable in front of Anakin was not only a new experience but a thrilling one as well. His thumb traces your bottom lip as he lets you wrestle his pants off. The riveting touch of his rough fingers against your silk-like skin sends coded messages throughout your nerves, igniting a firestorm of desire that attempts to consume you whole. His tongue glides along his bottom lip and you find yourself mesmerized by the way his lips got more attractive when he covered them in his spit. Not to mention the raw intensity of his gaze. Those eyes, his enchanting blue eyes, stare down at you. His glare sends a rush of heat flooding your cheeks followed by a flush of arousal, steadily adding to the boiling desire within you.

Every word— No— Every syllable that leaves your pretty pink lips seems to fan the flames kindling within him.

He needed you.

"You'll be perfect, y/n— Just—"

His words trail off into a low, deep growl but the expression in his eyes speak volumes as your hand tentatively wraps around him. Butterfly wings flutter in your stomach while nervousness churns within you. He rolls his head back and takes a deep, labored breath. As his hand quickly reaches out and tangles roughly in your hair, you feel a surge of electricity radiating from his touch, a tangible reminder of the hunger simmering between you. The urgency in his actions sends a shock racing down your spine, a mixture of fervor and anxiety starting to pool in the front of your mind as he pushes you closer to his pulsing cock.

"Mmm," Anakin's mouth betrays him as you take his tip into your wet lips. The sweetness of his precum travels through your tastebuds as you swirl around him, trying to take more of him in. His cock makes your mouth feel full and warm as his hand in your hair guides you. Your thoughts cloud quickly as you let yourself fall into your own sense of pleasure.

You glance up to catch a glimpse of the lovely Jedi; his stomach flexing and sweat glistens on his bare skin while his left hand holds the front of his robe lazily to his chest. His flush lips are parted in awe and those beautiful blue eyes were staring down at you. The feeling of having all of his undivided attention makes your core tighten, and you use the feeling of satisfaction to push your throat further around his cock.

“That’s it, fuck, that’s it,” his tone is smooth and it rings through your ears, erupting a small chill that races down your neck. The scruff of his pubes grazes your lip as his hair-wrapped hand holds your head firmly in place. Your throat starts to contract, begging you for air as lines of drool trail down from the corners of your mouth. A sound croaks from your throat you’d never heard before, and his grip tightens on your hair. He quickly yanks you off of him, oxygen filling your lungs with a stab as the sharp pain from his pull elicits a small gasp. Coughing and trying to catch your breath you look up at him, unsure of what had gone wrong.

"What? What’s wrong?” You question him hoarsely, worriying you had somehow messed up.

“What happened?" You clutch your hands to his muscular thighs as you stare intently, searching his face for an answer. Had you done something wrong? Did you mess up? Your thoughts fill with worry.

His eyes seem to darken, they’re cloudy with unspoken words, while his mouth remains slightly ajar. You observe, a pang of uncertainty gnawing at your insides as you meet his gaze.

Doubt knots within you as you awaite his next move. His hand still tangled in your hair, he chuckles. The low rumble of his laugh sounds of the harshest silk yet glides gracefully through the air and melts into your ears and runs down your spine.

"You said this was your first time?" He questions.

You nod your head in agreement.

'How is that possible?' He thought to himself, 'I felt the back of her throat. I felt it. She didn’t fight when I force her to stay choking.'

His thoughts run wild with a trillion ideas, excitement sparkling in those darkened blue eyes. His hand tugs tightly at your hair which forces your head back with a snap. His next words come out… Well, in no other way than demanding.

"Open."

A jolt courses through you and having no reason not to oblige, you open your mouth, letting your tongue drape across your bottom lip. With each breathless moment that passes, you find yourself teetering on the edge of surrender, torn between the intoxicating pull of Anakin and the lingering echoes of hesitation. He begins smacking his tip on your tongue, a wet thwacking sound filling his small chamber.

“Just-Relax” His voice was sweet yet holds a sternness to it that made those pestering noises of hesitation in your mind quickly die off.

His mouth slowly parts again, a sight you’re growing to love, as he guides his cock into your mouth ever so slightly just to pull it back out, raking it across your spit covered tongue. His other hand leaves your hair and grips his robe tightly, trying to keep it on his chest and out of your way.

“You know you messed up,” Anakin’s hips rock into you, small groans leaving his plump lips.

“Now that I know you can take me, you’re never leaving my sight,”

The words left his lips and flowed through the air like a cold breeze on a hot day, it made goosebumps trickle all over your body.

The taste of his cock was foreign to your tastebuds, you weren’t sure how to feel about the new taste. Anakin's grip on your hair becomes increasingly tighter as he pushes you to take his full length into your throat once again. The sharp pull on your scalp was minuscule compared to the fire burning in your stomach. This time was harder than the last; it was like he doubled in girth and size in the small amount of time he wasn’t in your mouth. Disregarding your attempts to breathe he held you firmly, staring down at you. Those blue orbs were packed full with lust as his mouth continued to murmur slurs and praises one after the other.

"Fuck. Mmm shit… yes, like that, such a good girl," He could feel every time your throat retracted; it was sending him clear over the edge as he let himself sit in the back of your throat. Roughly, he thrusts his hips into your face, getting as deep into your tight little throat as he could before quickly pulling back his hips and forcing your head off and backwards. The sudden exit from your mouth has you letting out a deep cough, drool trails down your chin and begins to cover your neck. You try taking multiple deep breaths to regain some kind of composure, but Anakin didn’t want to see you composed.. No, quite the opposite. He wanted to see you completely overwrought and undone.

Without warning his firm grasp on your hair draws you back onto his dripping wet member with relentless urgency, leaving you no time to prepare as he fucks your throat at an impatient pace. When he wasn’t holding his cock as deep as it would get in the back of your throat, he was holding you tightly in place as he rocked his hips into you, desperately trying to chase his climax.

Your eyes burned with tears and your throat cried for release. The gags and chokes that were leaving your abused mouth were sounds of unholy scripture to his ears and it gave him exactly what he needed to release deep into your throat. He threw his head back as his groans ripple out, he practically growls your name.

It didn’t take much for you to swallow his load. He was so deep into your throat that he was practically in your stomach by the time his cum flowed out of him. Even after his release, his hand stays thoroughly clutching the back of your head, not letting you move an inch off his cock as he pulses in your mouth.

“Oh yeah, you’re mine,”

Anakin’s words were hazy to your ears as his chest heaved with deep labored breaths. Your lungs beg for oxygen and your body reacts to its signals for help. Your arms shot up to his thick thighs, trying to push off. He refuses to free his hold for what seems like an eternity, though in reality only a few seconds pass as he keeps you in place.

With a forceful tug he jerks your head back, tilting your face up to meet his gaping gaze. Your face is covered in spit and tears. He can’t help but admire you, thinking, you have never looked more beautiful, never more stunning than right now. His chest continues to heave as he drops his robe down, his other hand remaining firmly around your hair. Your eyes flicker up to his, fluttering as you try desperately to catch your breath. Anakin, in turn, has never looked more extraordinary in your eyes, the sweat glimmering on his eyebrows, his lips curved into a delicious smirk.

That smirk plastered on his face deepens as he surveys the masterpiece he has created on your face. A scene straight out of a movie, one he couldn’t take his eyes off. His sapphire blue orbs dance with ecstasy, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he attempts to slow his racing heart rate.

“Your mouth will only ever know my dick,” He said proudly.

“Do you understand?” His words echo in your mind, a heady mix of validation and vulnerability washes over you in waves as he used his now free hand to caress your liquid-covered cheeks.

[witchofthesouls]

Let Mikaela turn into an ice breathing predacon. Let her win.

She deserves it. And her own mythical weapon of questionable sentience. And a fucking familiar because why not!?

I actually had a whole thing with the Bayverse after Other!TFP!trip crossover with the Unfathomable!June being a June-is-Megatronus as well.

It basically picks up what happens when the TFP crew goes back to their dimension. Now, Bayverse needs to navigate a Mikaela that can't return to human life, the Foundation and its authority, and Unicron's stirring.

As well as what does it mean to have a Dragon walk upon Earth again...

________

"Mikaela," Mrs. Darby says her name deliberately, and Pilar is nowhere in the vicinity. The other dragonformer had delved quickly into the sea, disappearing into the depths.

It's strange; between the battle where she overcame Megatron in that moment of shock, the rescue by the Autobots, her first flying escape and crash in the middle of nowhere, and then being put through her paces under Pilar's inescapable and heavy training grip...

Mikaela hasn't had the time to have a face-to-face with the entity that made her newfound body possible.

Something squirms beneath Mrs. Darby's robes, and Mikaela can't help the tension that fizzles up her back, the strange ripple of flattening platelets as her senses sharpen, attention stolen and unable to move away from anticipation; change.

(Later, the closest description Mikaela would liken this quirk is the Shatterpoints from Star Wars - an event, place, person, or even a thing that holds so much divergence to tip the scales of fate itself.)

Mrs. Darby, with infinite patience and obvious movements, opens a new seam and out comes-

A small puppy in the middle of her palm.

"This is a gift." Mrs. Darby says, calm as the waves, her intentions just as clear as the water and giant woman holds out the animal. "No strings attached. Do what you wish."

Mikaela takes it. A pair of bright blue eyes blink at her, and a cool nose pokes at her. Unafraid of the metal as it tentatively sniffs before a little tongue laps warmly across her thumb. Purposely dabbling into her newfound electric blue blood.

Mrs. Darby stops her fussing. "Let it. Allow it to know you. This isn't a mere mortal canine. This one, depending on how you it raise to adulthood, can be a leisure companion or a battle one."

The puppy chuffs, whimpering as the breeze picks up. Mikaela can't help but think that even the base is too cold for the poor thing. She tentatively heats up her palm, evaporating the seawater and condensation. Something that could potentially sear someone but the puppy happily yips, stubby tail wagging.

"Why now?" Why me? Mikaela asks.

"Because we're going home soon." Mrs. Darby answers. In those blue optics, Mikaela sees a burning pyre of an altar where Sam withered, but she stepped forward to answer the call. "This one can prove indispensable when you battle Megatron and others."

Not if. When. A forgone conclusion. A warning and a promise.

"I beat him before." She tries to muster that initial feeling. Something between dream and reality as she steps out of a supernova, wreathed in lightning and thunder with firestorm blooming at each step she had taken.

"You bested him because he was caught unaware." It's not a chide nor admonishment. A statement. Given in that gentle inflection. "You didn't kill him, and he won't fall for it twice."

A god that remembers the beginning of everything and a girl that became something between mortal and divine sit together in companionable silence. Mikaela feels the other woman pulling her hair into braids, humming something that's both foreign and familiar, and her optics water as she smells her early childhood in that whiff of perfume.

(Before her dad went to prison, there was her mom, but then she went away into a grave and nothing was the same.)

"Ask Pilar about familiars." Mrs. Darby murmurs in her ear, and when Mikaela opens her eyes (she hasn't realized she closed them), she's by herself with laurel leaves in her metal hair.

_______

That night, Mikaela dreams of unknown constellations that match her armor and a warbeast with lightning for eyes and dancing flames at its paws.

[thegreenhordes]

Silence came over the Doctor as he took notice of more and more internal oddities. Taking notes, cutting open pustules and growths. Twilight waits in growing concern and anticipation. The Doctor's eyes widen, then narrow in concentration as he delicately cuts open a space between the skin and muscle. It is the right side of the body, so Twilight strains her head to see.

Beyond the doors to the large space, Rainbow Dash returns. She hurries forward and raises a feathery leg to push it open. Behind her trails Firestorm, one of the pegasi from her team.

Firestorm: Ma'am, are you sure you don't want us to Investigate?

RD: We don't need to stir up trouble. Not with Twi's only local contact.

Firestorm: It wouldn't be difficult to set up Nesting Scouts nearby-

RD: Firestorm, stop. We keep pushing and he'll ghost us. Report to Fluttershy with the others who flew too close to the Horde.

Firestorm stands still for a moment, her leader looking away from her. A sigh. She fluffs and settles her red wings in an effort to release some stress.

Firestorm: Yes, Ma'am.

She walks away.

Rainbow Dash sighs and shoves the door open, near galloping into the room and startling both Dr. Herbal Tea and Twilight.

RD: Twilight.

She shakes herself and stares a concerned Twilight in the face.

RD: We need to talk. I think something's up with Null.

.

.

.

.

The room is foggy and dark, though a sliver of light from high above is indicative of its' size. Translucent shards are scattered about the small space that was illuminated by the light above. They show reflections of Rainbow Dash as she expresses her worries to the Princess.

A sound echoes, a light 'tp tp tp' of hooves across the floor. An armored hoof reaches out and steps delicately on one of the shards. Green crystal glimmers in the low light, a faint glow all their own making them appear brighter in the dark space. Sighs emanate from the being standing over the images of Rainbow Dash. Their tail flicks.

???: Bothersome.

He presses harder to the glass for a moment before stopping himself.

???: The shards deviate.. That simply won't do.

There is the sound of crackling thunder as green-black lighting spreads across the ground. It touches every last shard as they turn dark. A moment passes of sudden silence when the lightning dissipates as fast as it came. Then, in the quiet, the moon shines through the glass. It is lower in the sky. The sun will rise soon. The view shifts down towards a home, Null standing in front of it looking tired and weak.

???: There we are. Focus. My gaze mustn't deviate. Not now, not until this is over.

[Stoic Watcher, tired and cold]

[black-arcana]

SPIRITBOX Reunites With MEGAN THEE STALLION For 'Tyg' Song

In an electrifying and unexpected new collaboration, Grammy-nominated heavy music trailblazers SPIRITBOX have joined forces once again with global hip-hop powerhouse Megan Thee Stallion for her latest project, "Megan: Act II". Produced by Bankroll Got It, Dan Braunstein, Mike Stringer (SPIRITBOX) and Shawn "Source" Jarrett, "TYG" showcases Megan's hard-hitting verses fused with SPIRITBOX's signature dynamic production and explosive riffs.

This marks the band's second team-up with the Houston icon, following the successful rock remix of Megan's hit single "Cobra", which made waves earlier this year. The collaboration was hailed as adding a "booming, reverb-drenched cascade of arena rock attitude" by Billboard, and "an extra layer of edge to the vulnerable track" by BET.

Joining Megan's highly anticipated project are other exciting features, including Flo Milli, RM of BTS and TWICE, further solidifying "Megan: Act II" as a groundbreaking moment in music. Fans of both SPIRITBOX and Megan can look forward to an unforgettable mix of heavy and hip-hop sounds on "TYG", which pushes boundaries and proves that the most unexpected partnerships can yield the most exhilarating results.

Most recently, SPIRITBOX released their newest single "Soft Spine", a standout track showcasing their evolving sound. The band is currently thrilling fans nationwide as part of KORN's 30th-anniversary tour, further cementing their reputation as one of metal's most dynamic and innovative forces.

For many artists, a meteoric rise can often mean a sudden plateau. However, for Grammy-nominated progressive heavy metal mainstays SPIRITBOX, there appears to be no end in sight on their near-constant ascent to the top. Formed in 2017 in the picturesque yet isolated region of Victoria, British Columbia, Canada by vocalist Courtney Laplante and guitarist Mike Stringer, SPIRITBOX would fully cement themselves as a household name in the summer of 2020 with the release of their blistering breakout single "Holy Roller", along with a host of other captivating singles shortly after, resulting in a media firestorm of hype.

With new and existing fans eagerly watching their next move, SPIRITBOX exceeded every expectation imaginable in 2021 with the release of their genre-defining debut studio album "Eternal Blue" via Pale Chord/Rise Records. "Eternal Blue", which debuted at #13 on the Billboard 200, kicked open the doors of the heavy metal scene and rewrote the genre's playbook with 12 stunning tracks that incorporated everything from djent and post-metal to infectious synth-laden pop sensibilities and cinematic arrangements, brought fully to life by the inimitable Laplante's ethereal and commanding vocal performances.

The album cycle for "Eternal Blue" saw SPIRITBOX not only grace the covers of esteemed music publications such as Revolver, Alternative Press, Rock Sound and Kerrang!, among many others but would also solidify the band as one of the most in-demand groups in live music today with their one-hundred percent sold out, first-ever headlining tour in support of the album which saw ticket sales over 40,000. The band would also share the stage with seasoned metal veterans such as LIMP BIZKIT and GHOST and win "Best International Breakthrough Band" at the 2021 Heavy Music Awards.

In 2022, SPIRITBOX secured highly-coveted spots at numerous major U.S. rock and metal festivals and were nominated for two JUNO Awards, respectively. SPIRITBOX would also round out their current lineup with the inclusion of drummer Zev Rose and bassist Josh Gilbert in addition to releasing their sonically experimental EP "Rotoscope" in June of that year as well as a cross-genre collaboration with dubstep artist Illenium for the track "Shivering".

During another whirlwind year for the band, including a U.S. tour with SHINEDOWN and PAPA ROACH, SPIRITBOX wrote and recorded their critically acclaimed EP, "The Fear Of Fear", released in November 2023. The EP features the single "Jaded", which was nominated for "Best Metal Performance" at the 66th annual Grammy Awards. In the same month, the band would make another genre-bending splash with a high-profile collaboration with rapper Megan Thee Stallion for a remix of her song "Cobra".

Photo credit: Jonathan Weiner

[sxii-mafu]

Whispers in Fontaine // Navia

In the bustling city of Fontaine, where the gentle breeze carries whispers of secrets and the scent of ocean waves, Y/N, an Anemo Vision holder, found herself amidst a sea of unfamiliar faces. She had ventured from the tranquil lands of Liyue to Fontaine for official business, her heart pounding with anticipation and nerves.

As she navigated through the elegant streets lined with shops and cafes, Y/N couldn't help but feel a pang of homesickness. Liyue was her sanctuary, a place where the earth's embrace grounded her spirit. Yet here in Fontaine, amidst the grandeur and sophistication, she felt adrift, like a leaf caught in the wind.

Lost in her thoughts, Y/N almost collided with a passerby, a graceful figure with a radiant smile that seemed to light up the entire street. It was Navia, a renowned figure in Fontaine, known not only for her beauty but also for her kindness and compassion.

"Watch where you're going," Navia teased gently, her voice like a melody that danced on the wind.

Y/N's cheeks flushed as she stammered out an apology. "I-I'm sorry, I was lost in thought."

Navia's smile softened, and she extended a hand to Y/N. "No harm done. Are you new to Fontaine?"

Y/N nodded, grateful for Navia's understanding. "Yes, I've come from Liyue for some legal matters."

"Well, consider me your unofficial guide," Navia said with a wink. "I know Fontaine like the back of my hand. If you need any help or advice, don't hesitate to ask."

Y/N couldn't help but be drawn to Navia's warmth and sincerity. Despite being a stranger in this foreign city, Navia's presence made her feel strangely at ease.

Over the following days, Y/N found herself seeking out Navia's company more and more. They would explore the city together, Navia regaling Y/N with tales of Fontaine's history and culture, while Y/N shared stories of her life in Liyue.

As they grew closer, Y/N found herself captivated by Navia's every word and gesture. There was something about the way Navia's eyes sparkled when she talked about her passions, something that stirred a longing deep within Y/N's heart.

One evening, as they watched the sunset paint the sky in hues of orange and pink, Y/N found herself unable to contain her feelings any longer.

"Navia," she began, her voice barely above a whisper. "There's something I need to tell you."

Navia turned to face Y/N, her eyes filled with curiosity and affection. "What is it, my dear?"

Y/N took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. "I... I think I've fallen for you, Navia. From the moment we met, you've captured my heart in ways I never thought possible."

A soft smile tugged at the corners of Navia's lips as she reached out to cup Y/N's cheek. "Oh, my sweet Anemo, I've been hoping you'd say that."

Before Y/N could react, Navia leaned in and pressed her lips to Y/N's, igniting a firestorm of emotions within her. In that moment, amidst the whispers of the wind and the gentle lapping of the ocean waves, Y/N knew that she had found her home in Fontaine, in the arms of the woman she loved.

And as they stood there, wrapped in each other's embrace, Y/N couldn't help but feel like the luckiest woman in all of Teyvat.

[differentpostrebel]

Lost and Found: A Pirates Promise

Bonus Chapter 41.5: Doflamingo 

A/N: We are back at it again with our very first bonus chapter! This one is doflamingo, where we are thinking through his thought process leading up to his arrest. There will be more bonus chapters as well as the story unfolds, yall whole cake island has me freakin emotional writing because you wont expect the twists coming, this and Wano may be the longest but its just way to good to pass up. I hope you guys are enjoying this series, as much as I loved writing it. Thank you guys for the love shown for this fic. And with out further a do, let the adventure begin! 

Word Count: 2.2K

Sanji X Reader, Sanji X y/n, One piece X Reader 

Doflamingo POV… 

I knew from the moment Vergo mentioned your name, you were the challenge I’d been waiting for. That fiery spirit, defiance in every breath—you had me intrigued. It wasn’t often that someone could pique my interest, but you... You were different. Feisty, with a sharp tongue and a spark that could ignite a firestorm.

I remember that first phone call vividly. Hearing your voice—strong, defiant, unshaken—sent a thrill down my spine. I could hear the resistance in every word you spoke, and I loved it. Oh, you had no idea what you were stepping into. The more you tried to resist, the more it riled me up. The thrill of it all... the anticipation of breaking you, watching that fire slowly extinguish under my control.

You were like a wild storm, and I was drawn to it, wanting to tame it, harness it.

From the moment I knew you were heading into my world, I had already made up my mind. I’d take that fiery spirit of yours and make it mine. 

From the moment I knew you were heading into my world, I had already made up my mind. I’d take that fiery spirit of yours and make it mine. The moment the word reached me—that Y/N had set foot in Dressrosa—I felt the surge of excitement. It wasn’t just any visitor; the princess herself had entered my domain. "The princess is here in Dressrosa," my subordinate reported, his voice eager.

"Excellent," I replied, a wicked grin curling on my lips. The thought of you, fiery and stubborn, caught in the palm of my hand, fueled my anticipation. "Send her a complimentary glass of wine," I added, the smirk growing more sinister. "Tell her it’s on the house." It wasn’t just about hospitality; it was a game. The first move in our inevitable dance.

Even when I faced Law, knowing how much he desired to take me down, my thoughts were on you. You were always in the back of my mind, like a storm I couldn’t resist. Every step you took closer, every moment I delayed your capture—it all added to the thrill. It wasn’t if I would capture you, but when. The cat and mouse game only made it sweeter.

And then, when I finally had you… watching the defiance in your eyes, that spark of resistance, oh, how it thrilled me. You stood there, chained, struggling against the inevitable, but you didn’t bow. Not yet. You were just as I expected—fierce, unyielding. My little princess, full of fire.

When I called for Baby 5 to prepare you for our little game, I could already taste victory. You, with that defiance in your eyes, had the audacity to challenge me—to set terms, no less. "If I caught you, I could do whatever I pleased. But if you won, Law would go free." I agreed, knowing full well that the latter part of your little bargain would never come to pass. Your confidence, your fire—it was intoxicating. You truly believed you had a chance.

Then you walked through that door. Wearing that red corset dress, adorned with that ruby tiara... you were a vision that set my blood on fire. Every detail was perfect, every curve, every glance you shot my way, filled with that same defiance. You didn’t know how close you were to being devoured right there and then. I would have taken you, thrown you onto the table in front of anyone, and claimed what was rightfully mine without a second thought. Let them watch—I wouldn’t have cared.

But the chase, ah... the chase was too sweet to pass up. That fire, that delicious defiance—it would only make taming you that much more satisfying. I could feel the tension in the air, the game we were playing. You tried to keep control, but I saw through it. You were just as aware of me as I was of you. And the idea of breaking that fiery spirit, of making you mine completely, only added to the pleasure.

I did, however, underestimate the sheer strength behind that fiery spirit of yours. The bravado you carried wasn’t just for show; it was backed by an intensity I hadn’t anticipated. Each kick, each strike, made me falter—something I hadn’t experienced in ages. And when you launched that lightning attack, sending a shockwave through the air that caused my very body to convulse with electricity, I was forced to reevaluate my entire approach. You were no ordinary prey. You were a formidable opponent, more than I could’ve expected, more than I had even hoped.

But that didn’t matter. Not in the end. I knew it was just a matter of time before I had you exactly where I wanted.

When you entered my office, eyes wide as they landed on the wanted posters of your crewmates and your own laid out beside Dressrosa’s darkest secrets, I could practically feel the tension crackling in the air. The temptation in your eyes was palpable—you knew you were walking into danger, yet you didn’t back down. And that... well, that only made you more irresistible.

I could’ve ended it there, taken you by force with my strings, but where’s the fun in that? No, watching you struggle, watching you fight, that’s where the real thrill lies. The look in your eyes when you realized you were bound once more—helpless in my grasp—it was everything I’d been waiting for.

But something else stirred in me. A flicker of admiration, buried beneath the hunger. I had faced countless opponents, crushed every obstacle in my path, but you… you were different. You weren’t afraid of me. Not truly. You faced me like you faced the world, with defiance, with fire. And maybe that’s why I wanted you so badly. Not just to conquer you, but to possess every part of that untamed spirit.

(Inner confession)

Perhaps… part of me admired you. More than I was willing to admit, even to myself. Every challenge, every defiant glare, every time you pushed back against me, it only ignited something deeper inside. It wasn’t just about breaking you. No, I didn’t want to shatter that fire inside you. I wanted to possess it. Own it. Control it—but never extinguish it. You were fierce in a way no one else was, and that intrigued me. Hell, you were the first to make me question if true dominance meant destroying the very thing I admired. Maybe—just maybe—I wanted to see if you could stand beside me as an equal. Or as close to one as anyone could get.

I remember placing that 600 million berri bounty on your head. It was the perfect setup. The moment you defied me, I knew I had to make you pay—but I didn’t want you dead. No, you had to be alive, brought back to me in chains. The cherry on top was knowing one of those idiotic subordinates would try and claim the reward, delivering you right into my hands. And once they did, I’d end them, just for daring to touch what was mine. But you—oh, I would keep you.

When you fought alongside Law and Strawhat, I couldn’t tear my eyes away. The way you moved, the determination, the power in your strikes—you were a force of nature, Y/N. And I knew then, more than ever, that you were meant to be mine. It was only a matter of time. And when I planted that kiss on your neck, as you stood there, panting from the fight, that was my claim. My mark. It didn’t matter if you tried to escape or fight me—nothing would change the fact that you belonged to me.

You came to save Rebecca and sweet little Viola, but even in that moment, you couldn’t help but seduce me. Every word, every glance—it enticed me, drove me to the brink. You lit a fire within me that I had never felt before. It wasn’t just lust, though that was there too. It was something more dangerous. More consuming.

And I knew something else about you. You enjoyed the thrill. The danger. Every time you stared me down with those defiant eyes, I saw it there. The spark. The craving. The way your heart raced not just in fear, but in excitement. I could feel it—hell, I could practically taste it. "You enjoy danger, don’t you?" I whispered in your ear once, and I saw the way your breath hitched, the way you refused to look at me, but your body betrayed you. You couldn’t hide it from me. Not anymore.

(Inner Confession)

You think you’re free. You think you can resist me, outrun me, defy me. But deep down, I think you know the truth. You belong to me, Y/N, and it’s only a matter of time before you accept that. You can pretend you don’t feel it—the pull between us, the inevitable—but I see it in your eyes. Every time you face me, every time you fight back, that fire burns a little brighter. It’s intoxicating.

I don’t just want to own your body, though that would be far too easy. No, I want your mind, your spirit. I want to watch that fire blaze under my control, fueled by the defiance I’ll never let you lose. I want you to know that even when you resist, when you fight me, you’re still mine. And one day, you’ll realize that too.

But that wouldn’t stop me. You were mine to claim, whether you knew it yet or not. And I’d savor every second of bringing you to that realization. Because the truth was… I burned with desire for you. The kind of need that consumed me from the inside out. That craving for control over you—it wasn’t just about power. It was about having every part of you, mind, body, and spirit. You’d come to understand that soon enough.

But once Strawhat defeated me, the marines came, chaining me up and hauling me off to Impel Down. Even as the cold steel bit into my skin, rendering my Devil Fruit useless, my mind never wavered. Thoughts of you, Y/N, still consumed me. Even in chains, I knew—one way or another—I would be set free. Freedom was inevitable for someone like me. You, however, lingered at the edge of every thought, a fire I couldn’t extinguish, no matter how hard I tried.

As one of the Marine admirals stood guard, watching me with the usual disdain, I couldn't resist. I leaned forward as far as the chains would allow, a smirk creeping across my face. "Let me ask you a question..." I began, my voice low and dangerous. "What do you think happens to monsters when they lose their source of food?" My words dripped with venom, each one designed to unsettle.

The admiral glanced at me, clearly disinterested, but I could tell my words were starting to chip away at that smug confidence. I tugged at the chains slightly, feeling their restraint but using that tension to fuel my next words.

"Who holds the most power in these waters?" I mused aloud. "The Four Emperors? The Seven Warlords who made their precious little deals? Or maybe it’s those brats from the Worst Generation, clawing their way up from the depths. Let’s not forget the Navy, wielding their so-called justice like a weapon, or the Revolutionary Army— So tell me, Admiral... who's going to side with who? Who’s going to betray who?"

I could feel the tension in the air as I trashed against my chains, my grin widening as I saw the flicker of uncertainty cross his face. "You think this is over? You think just because I’m locked away, the game is finished? No, the real struggle is only beginning. You can run back to your Celestial Dragons, tell them this... they will be dragged through their gilded halls. The world they’ve built is crumbling, and they don’t even realize it yet."

My voice grew colder, darker as I leaned forward, the admiral still trying to maintain his composure. "All those pirates, all those power-hungry fools... they’re about to clash in ways the world hasn’t seen in ages." I laughed, the sound echoing off the prison walls. "The struggle for power is about to consume them all!"

Then, almost as an afterthought, I added, "Oh, and tell them this too—I want the newspaper. Every day." I chuckled, reclining back as much as the chains would allow, my eyes gleaming with malice. "I get bored down here."

But even as I spoke, there was only one thing that truly lingered in my mind. "And as for my little princess..." I muttered softly, though loud enough for the admiral to hear, "she’ll soon understand what real power feels like. She thinks she’s free, but she doesn’t know what it means to be trapped in the web. The world’s about to show her."

My thoughts circled back to you, Y/N. Even if I was caged, my influence would reach you. I could feel it. You were mine, and no chains, no prison, no distance could change that.

[orangepanic]

WIP Ask Game

Thanks @twinkle-toph for the tag, though I'm a bit afraid of sharing how many WIPs I have. I'm anticipating the same reaction as when I share my number of unread emails.

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPS.

Aang pairs

Bits of stuff

Happily Never After

I Can Fix That

After the Uncommon Rains (partly published)

Anyone But You

Beauty and the Dragon (partly published)

DILFcember

Dogbending

Firestorm (partly published)

Forty

Girls' Night (partly published)

Go On and Pull Me Under (partly published)

Green Eyes

Happy Stories About Nothing in Particular (partly published)

Hard Bargain (partly published)

High Iroh

I Could Go Crazy on a Night Like Tonight (partly published)

Lost Boys (partly published)

Love is in the Air

Memories Feel Like Weapons

Only You - the one with the little black book

Paparazzi

Raiko's Book

Smoke (partly published)

Sukka Kids

Sushi

Tea Shop

The Draw of the Ocean (partly published)

The Enemy of my Enemy (partly published)

The Last Avatar

The Little Avatar (partly published)

Yasuko Lives

Tagging: @krastbannert @thatoneguy56fanfic @oldandirrelevant @wishingforatypewriter @linnorabeifong and whoever else wants to do this :) I refuse to tag 33 people my god

[scribblecake]

How I've Missed You (Revised)

I wasn't satisfied with the original but can't bring myself to delete it.

A gift for @blacksapphhicmaddonna

WARNINGS: NSFW, swearing.

~***~

Dawn broke to rain showering down upon red earth. Thunder rolled as cool water washed over thirsting greenery. Nanisca welcomed the calming droplets. They left chilled streaks across her heated flesh while she made her way through thick underbrush.

Hushed determination fueled rippling muscle to move silently over mossy stones, over fallen trunks, and then finally through a churning river. Nanisca only stopped when she arrived at a small cottage covered in blooming vines. Elation tugged a smile to stoic lips as the general sauntered up to its carved front door, giving it three rapid knocks.

Shuffling, then a loud bang followed by a harried “Get lost! We’re closed!” came from within.

Nanisca bit her lip to keep from chuckling. “Even for me?”

Another bang, the clinking of glass bottles, then frantic scrambling sounded from behind the door before it was hastily swung open. Peering up at her was a short and slender woman with shoulder-length braids. Bits of dried moss and leaves clung to her braids. A variety of mystery concoctions smeared her clothes. She sported angular features that were pulled into a shocked expression. Her chocolate eyes peered up at Nanisca through thick lashes. 

Both women froze. Eyes locked and, for a moment,  it was as if the very Earth had stopped breathing…

Then there was an explosion of motion.

Lips crashed together to spark sizzling passion, hands found purchase in muscled curves, while bodies locked together like puzzle pieces. Then all too soon, the pair pulled apart. Breathless gasps steamed the air with a charged tension. Anticipation, glee, longing, hunger. So many energies crackled like lightning in the firestorm between them.

Wordlessly, Nanisca was pulled inside and roughly pushed onto a plush bed. She couldn’t hold it this time. A chuckle escaped her lips at her lover’s urgency. However, when rolling onto her back she was met with an angry glare.

“I haven’t heard a word from you in six months, you ass!”

Nanisca’s smile dropped. “I know…”

“You’d better have a damn good reason for disappearing! I’ve been worried sick!” 

The general flinched at the raw pain in her lover’s voice. She hadn't meant to go so long without visiting. Battle, politics, and duty kept her away. To make matters even more strenuous, she suddenly found herself faced with meeting her estranged daughter. Suffice to say the few times Nanisca had to herself, she had been far too exhausted and bruised to make the long trek into the jungle. 

The warrior reached out to pull her love down into her arms. “Apologies my darling dove… the palace has been nothing but chaos as of late. I have so many new responsibilities. Not to mention new trainees that demand the rest of my time and energy. But I’m here now… and I’m more than willing to make up for all the time I’ve missed~” As she spoke, Nanisca placed tender kisses to her love’s collar bones. Yet all she received in return was an unamused hum.

Though mere proximity to her love clouded her mind. Nanisca boldly let her strong hands grip at supple thighs. The warrior prayed that all she couldn’t vocalize would translate through her touch. Doe eyes gazed down at her full of warring emotions. Annoyance, relief, anger, joy, and love, love, love. Her dove paused before all the tension in her body relaxed. She pressed against her warrior with a content sigh.    

Velvety lips kissed at the corner of the general’s mouth. “I love you Nani, but for fucks sake!”

Nanisca chuckled lowly before fully entangling herself in her love’s warm body. “Oh my dove. You know not of the pain I had to endure. I’ve had to go about my days aching for you, spend every night fantasizing about you, yet unable to truly drown in you.”  Plump lips ghosted over the shell of an ear before the warrior nipped at its lobe. “I’d love to show you just how much I've missed you~”

~***~

“Mh, again~” Nanisca husked. Sweat dripped down her toned body as she panted and rested her chin on her lover’s shoulder. Kisses littered every inch of skin available. A sly tongue even made an appearance. It dragged hotly over the soft expanse lain bare before it.

“A-again? Darling, I don’t think I can- mh!~ ... t-that was already m-my f-fourth…” 

Nanisca gave a gentle coo. Her hand came up to work tantalizing patterns on heaving and sensitive breasts. “I can give you many more. Would you like that, dove?”

Her lover squirmed in her lap. A lustful ‘yes’ escaped the flushed and sweaty woman. “Mmh, but a small rest first.”

Nanisca couldn’t help but smirk to herself. How lucky she was to have such a beauty so desperately needy for her. How ready her dove was to shed her propriety to become a panting harlot just for her. Reluctant hands withdrew themselves as shuddering forms shifted to sit upright. Outside, the rhythmic driving of pouring skies added a comfortable layer of static to fill the space. 

Rain combined with the warmth of the day resulted in steamy heat in the small cottage. Sex saturated the air with its heady scent. It invaded the warrior’s senses and electrified her body. Desire reignited to sinful levels, leaving Nanisca desperate to make a mess of her woman all over again. 

Yet she forced herself to stay still. Instead, shifting to grab a jug of water that was kept to the side of the bed and passing it to her love. Sensual calm spread over the duo as they caught their breath. Both women basked in each other’s company.  Though throbbing heat persisted in Nanisca’s womanhood. It begged for attention. Demanded it.

Arousal dripped hotly down her thighs. Each twitch of her needy cunt wetted her flesh with sticky dewdrops. And the longer they sat together the slicker she became. Cheeks flushed, breath shortened, hands gripped at sheets. It was too much to bear.

“Dove, I need your hands on me… I very much want to have you again~”

Her lover paused. A sparkle that Nanisca knew all too well shimmered in her eyes. A hand lifted, “Come conquer me then, general~” she breathed with a crook of her finger.

Lust coiled and Nanisca sprung to action. She surged forward, all rippling muscles and impatience. Gentle hands placed themselves onto burning flesh. Like ice to embers, their touch melted bliss onto sensitive skin and wrenched a groan from the general’s throat. 

“More.”

The next few hours were spent with both women completely entangled in one another. True to her word, Nanisca showered her sweet dove with release after release while indulging in touch herself. The warrior lost herself in the pleasure those soft hands gave her. 

They clawed at her back, caressed sweetly at her jaw, twisted her budding nipples, and coaxed orgasm after orgasm from her quivering folds. Best of all they made her feel the love she craved. Nanisca lost herself in heaving breasts. In the way thighs trembled and flexed around her head. She drowned in the sweet nectar that flowed from swollen petals to quench her parched throat. 

Presently, calloused hands were sliding down slender legs to grab them at their ankles. The warrior stood on her knees as she slung the legs up to place one over each shoulder. Her lover now dangled upside down with her glistening cunt presented to the ceiling. Nanisca wasted no time in burying her face in the sopping folds. Fervent sucks and an agile tongue filled the room with lustful music. Each desperate lap was harmonized with sloppy wet slurping that drove them both wild.

Eyes rolled back. Breathy moans split the air as the general let hot arousal fill her mouth. She fully submitted to it. She missed this taste! Nanisca let the sapid juices soak her cheeks and chin before fixing her lips around a throbbing clit. Her cheeks hollowed with suction, ripping a wail from her suspended lover. 

The woman in question sported a blissed out expression on her face with tears dotting the corners of her glazed eyes.

“N-Nanisca! Your m-mouth is- amazing!”

The warrior peeled her mouth away from her meal. “Yes? Tell me, tell me how much you love it!” She hissed before lavishing her lover’s clit with her tongue. Toe curling patterns were traced relentlessly on the sensitive bud making the other woman scream.

“I love it! F-fuuuck! Right there!”

Those words lit a fire within Nanisca. Pangs of pleasure jolted down to her core, making her own need for stimulation flare. A growl rumbled deep in her chest as she arched forward to lay her dove on the flat of her back. This prompted the other woman to whine in protest. She was quieted when an arm hooked down to keep one leg extended upwards. Nanisca burned with want as she moved to hover her dripping sex over her beloved’s.

Lower lips kissed. Heat boiled against wet heat in an explosion of pure ecstacy. Sensation jolted pleasure up the warrior’s spine. Hips canted forward as wanton groans escaped them both. Sweat dripped down her abdomen while it flexed with the steady pace she set. Nanisca threw her head back at the unbridled euphoria that coursed through her body. Breathy whines sounded from beneath her. They grew in pitch and frequency with each thrust. Silken hands climbed their way up the general’s stomach to rub electrifying circles on her swollen nipples. 

Nanisca leaned down, “I’ve dreamed of seeing you like this. so. many. times.” she growled while pointing each word with a thrust. “The sheer amount of times I’ve had to sit in the council with your moans echoing in my mind, it's shameful really…”

A whine warbled from her lover’s throat. The other woman could only buck her hips weakly in response, her nails raking down her warrior’s chest. Arousal tightened in Nanisca’s cunt. Hips snapped forward and began to command a mind numbing pace. She angled herself so that their dripping buds were in constant contact. Her core clenched and she hurtled towards her release.

Nanisca was made vaguely aware that the bed was shaking violently. Maybe even a little too violently. A new sound joined the carnal symphony. The headboard banged out an obscene rhythm as it hit against the wall. It inflamed Nanisca’s ego. She let it spur her movements to new intensities. Each driving thrust shook the wooden frame more and more…

C R A C K !

T H U D !

C R A S H !

Gravity and momentum threw Nanisca forward and down onto her love as the bed gave out from under them. Yet strong legs hooked around her waist. She threw caution to the wind and without missing a beat her hips continued to pound. 

“You broke my fucking bed!~”

“Yes.”

“You shedemon! Dont fucking stop!~”

And just like that they were tumbling over the edge together into oblivion. Coils of arousal tightened then snapped, unleashing torrents of boiling wetness. Cores spasmed and clenched, breath stuttered and gasped, all while loud cries cut through the hazy twilight ending with both women collapsing into each other.

Nanisca’s chest heaved. She rolled onto her back, drawing her lover’s languid frame into her arms. Breathless and satisfied post sex tranquility weighed their limbs. Rain gently tapped a soothing melody on dense undergrowth. It lulled the pair back into comfortable silence as they soaked in each other’s presence.

Tender kisses were exchanged in the growing dark and after a while, Nanisca felt a shift in her arms. She met glittering eyes with her own. Her dove’s lips twisted into a mischievous smirk.

“I know we’ve spent all day in bed but… how much did you really miss me?”

~***~

Tag list: @zeezeecave  @shanas-baby @blkbinz  @mybonafidefeelings  @xenaizogie

[noonmutter]

Regarding WFC

I apologize to anyone that was worried by my sudden disappearance from the discord server and the removal of the Catty Crow menu. I promise both myself and Caythaes are okay!

Unfortunately, I made the decision to withdraw my booth and my services as staff due to some behavior and opinions from one of the coordinators that I found unacceptable. I did notify several other coordinators and staff about what happened and my concerns, and stepped away as quietly as possible to avoid setting off a firestorm about it.

As a courtesy to the other coordinators and to the rest of the event-goers, I chose to leave quietly and set aside any public discussion until after the event. (I wasn't actually going to say anything here at all til then, but I hadn't anticipated people worrying this way, which is my fault. I'm very touched by the concern.)

Please enjoy yourselves, and don't worry.

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Mike Luckovich, Atlanta Journal Constitution

* * * *

Why Ronna McDaniel’s hiring and “firing” by NBC matters.

March 25, 2024

ROBERT B. HUBBELL

Opening thoughts

In the span of 72 hours, NBC announced the hiring and partial “firing” of former Republican National Committee chair Ronna McDaniel. McDaniel’s hiring sparked a firestorm of protest within NBC internally and by viewers of MSNBC and NBC that caused the network’s executive to announce that she would not appear “on air” on the MSNBC cable network. (As of Sunday evening, it appears she will continue to appear on NBC as a political contributor.)

NBC’s decision to hire McDaniel was deeply troubling on many levels. The backlash by viewers and journalists at MSNBC and NBC was instructive and encouraging. But this story also serves as a morality tale for the challenges we will face in the next seven months as the media and pundits normalize and dismiss the attempted coup and insurrection.

Indeed, the hiring and partial retraction of McDaniel’s employment occurred amidst a renewed round of handwringing by pundits and consultants who are freaking out about the possibility of Biden losing in November. That fear is rooted in a stubborn refusal to acknowledge the stakes of the 2024 election and an obsessive compulsion with “favorability ratings.”

It’s a good thing none of those pundits or consultants were in charge of the Continental Army during the American Revolution when George Washington’s battlefield record was six victories, seven losses, and four draws. The modern-day pundits would have surrendered after the first loss, and America would be a colony of the United Kingdom today.

We will be forced to endure a constant barrage of defeatism from the political class in the months to come. Why? They are reserving their pre-emptive “I told you so” rights so that if things turn out badly, they can claim to be geniuses. If Biden wins, no one will remember or hold them accountable for their defeatism.  For the pundits, it’s a “Heads I win, tails you lose” proposition.

So, let’s burst the “I am a genius” balloons of the pundits now. The 2024 presidential election will be a close race. It takes no great skill or insight to wring your hands and say you have a bad feeling about the election. At this point, pundits and prognosticators are dead weight, holding back those of us who refuse to retreat at the first hint of trouble.

Most of the analysis by the self-proclaimed experts is incredibly superficial—about a quarter inch deep. For example, a reader sent me an “economic outlook” from the large Wall Street bank managing her retirement account. The Wall Street bank said that the markets are beginning to anticipate a Trump victory because Biden’s unfavorability ratings remain high.

The reader’s retirement advisers apparently do not understand that Americans actually vote for president and that elections are not determined by “favorability ratings.” Voters are not securities traded in an efficient market. They are people motivated by a multitude of factors.

The investment advisers do not appear to believe that women (or men) care about having their reproductive liberty controlled by religious zealots, allowing weapons of war to be carried in public without a permit, rolling back climate protections after the hottest year on record, disenfranchising Black voters, denying equal dignity to LGBTQ people, or allowing Americans to choose their leaders.

Nor do the investment advisers appear to be concerned that one of the candidates for president has 91 felony indictments, will sit through one criminal trial before the election, has promised to be a dictator, is threatening to blow up the strongest military alliance in the world, and appears (again) to be supported by Russia in his bid for the presidency.

We are in uncharted waters. Old maps do not apply. But pundits, pollsters, and Wall Street gurus insist on looking back to templates and spreadsheets that applied in “normal” times.

We are living through an exceptional moment in which we can make our own rules. Recognizing that fact and having the audacity to break “the old rules” to create a new template for success is critical to controlling the outcome of the 2024 election. Don’t allow yourself to be weighed down by consultants re-litigating the 1992, 2000, 2008, or 2016 elections.

I could go on, but you get the point. We control our destiny—but only if we ignore people who tell us we are sheep, shares of stock, or widgets. We are not. We are Americans wielding the awesome power granted us by the Constitution.

But how is Ronna McDaniel’s hiring and firing related to the shortsighted defeatism of the consulting class? Read on!

Rona McDaniel’s hiring illustrates the normalization of the insurrection and coup among the media and political class.

There is a direct line between normalizing the coup and panicking about Biden’s prospects in 2024. Hear me out.

Ronna McDaniel was aware of the fake elector's plot in real-time and did nothing to stop the attempted coup. Worse, she participated in a call to pressure local elections officials in Michigan to refuse to certify election results based on non-existent fraud. When the media reported on her participation in the election interference plot, she accused MSNBC of ‘spreading lies’ and employing ‘prime time propagandists.’” She repeatedly claimed that the 2020 election was “rigged.”

Regardless of whether Ronna McDaniel has criminal liability for the attempted coup, she cheered loudly for its success and smeared journalists who spoke the truth about the first-ever effort to prevent the peaceful transfer of power. That alone should ban her for life from any role at a legitimate news platform.

It is reprehensible that Comcast / NBC would hire Ronna McDaniel as a political consultant after her election denialism and active involvement in at least one overt act to overturn the Constitution. And yet, dozens of executives at NBC apparently view the attempted coup as part of the game of hardball election politics. They are ready to forgive and forget despite the lack of accountability for Trump and his advisers—including members of the RNC.

By reducing the attempted coup and insurrection to mere “partisan politics,” NBC is misleading the American people about the stakes in 2024 by denying the reality of what happened in 2020. And if you ignore the stakes, if you ignore the unprecedented nature of the 2024 election, then perhaps it isn’t unreasonable to say, “Well, in 1992, George H.W. Bush’s favorability ratings were X and he lost.” But Bill Clinton in 1992 isn’t Donald Trump in 2024. The world has forever changed because of the insurrection and the incipient fascism that is roiling beneath the surface.

We cannot allow NBC to continue in its misguided view of what is at stake in 2024. Read on!

The backlash against NBC was partially successful.

Hundreds of readers of this newsletter—and tens of thousands of Americans (an estimate) let NBC know that they strenuously objected to the presence of Ronna McDaniel on the network. Journalists at NBC and MSNBC also spoke out. The combined pressure worked—at least at MSNBC. See WaPo, Former RNC chair Ronna McDaniel faces sharp criticism after NBC hiring. (This article is accessible to all.)

According to WaPo, the president of MSNBC, Rashida Jones, sent an internal memo assuring MSNBC staff that Ronna McDaniel would not be forced on the hosts at MSNBC as an on-air contributor or commentator. Good! The pressure campaign worked.

But it is not enough.

McDaniel appeared on NBC’s Meet the Press on Sunday and attempted to dismiss her previous election denialism by saying that as chair of the RNC she “had to take one for the team.” One reasonable interpretation of that statement could be, “I lied because I was paid to lie.”

Chuck Todd was part of an NBC panel that dissected McDaniel’s interview on Meet the Press by Kristen Welker. Chuck Todd said,

Our bosses owe you [Welker] an apology for putting you in this situation because I don’t know what to believe. . . . I have no idea whether any answer she gave to you was because she didn’t want to mess up her contract. There’s a reason why there’s a lot of journalists at NBC News uncomfortable with this, because many of our professional dealings with the RNC over the last six years have been met with gaslighting, have been met with character assassination.

Good for Chuck Todd! (Not usually on my list of “go to” sources.) Let’s hope he speaks for a substantial portion of the NBC News staff—and that NBC management is listening.

The deluge of comments from listeners had an immediate effect on the editorial and staffing decisions at MSNBC! There is a lesson in that for all of us! We can fight the normalization of the coup and insurrection. Indeed, we must! Otherwise, voters will be misinformed about the stakes of the 2024 election.

There is more to be done.

As of Sunday evening, Ronna McDaniel appears to remain at NBC as a “contributor.” Thanks to a reader (Susan O. S.) for identifying the executives at NBC who oversee the news function at the NBC network (not to be confused with the cable-based MSNBC). The email addresses are:

President, NBC: Rebecca.Blumenstein@nbcuni.com

SVP of Politics: carrie.budoff@nbcuni.com

Keeping Ronna McDaniel “off the air” at a legitimate media outlet is imperative. She lied before she joined NBC and smeared NBC’s journalists for telling the truth. She participated in at least one act designed to overturn the election. She should not be trusted with any news platform that reaches persuadable voters—because we have no reason to believe that she will tell the truth going forward.

The stakes are simply too high, and the time is too short for NBC to “see what happens” if NBC “gives her chance.” McDaniel has proven who she is; we should believe her.

Let NBC know how you feel about its cynical willingness to play politics with our democracy.

[Robert B. Hubbell Newsletter]

[black-arcana]

SPIRITBOX Unveils Cinematic 'Soft Spine' Music Video

Grammy-nominated progressive heavy metal mainstays SPIRITBOX have unleashed the cinematic music video for their latest single, "Soft Spine", following its highly anticipated release earlier this month. The video arrives during the band's current North American tour with KORN, adding a visual exclamation point to one of the heaviest tracks of the year.

The "Soft Spine" video takes the band's aggressive energy and transforms it into a stunning visual spectacle. Featuring a dramatic fight scene, the Orie Mcginness-directed video sees goddess-like frontwoman Courtney LaPlante presiding over a brutal battle between cloaked warriors in an otherworldly arena. Epic visual effects bring the carnage to life, while the band performs in various ethereal locations throughout the arena, amplifying the video's cinematic feel.

LaPlante steals the spotlight, not only with her commanding vocal performance but also with multiple striking looks that deliver both face and fashion, complementing the video's hard-hitting intensity.

"Soft Spine" is yet another testament to SPIRITBOX's unstoppable momentum, and the accompanying video raises the stakes for heavy music visuals. Fans can catch the band live as they continue touring with KORN, before heading to Brazil and Mexico City for stadium shows with BRING ME THE HORIZON later this year.

For many artists, a meteoric rise can often mean a sudden plateau. However, for SPIRITBOX, there appears to be no end in sight on their near-constant ascent to the top. Formed in 2017 in the picturesque yet isolated region of Victoria, British Columbia, Canada, by vocalist Courtney Laplante and guitarist Mike Stringer, SPIRITBOX would fully cement themselves as a household name in the summer of 2020 with the release of their blistering breakout single "Holy Roller", along with a host of other captivating singles shortly after, resulting in a media firestorm of hype.

With new and existing fans eagerly watching their next move, SPIRITBOX exceeded every expectation imaginable in 2021 with the release of their genre-defining debut studio album "Eternal Blue" via Pale Chord/Rise Records. "Eternal Blue", which debuted at No. 13 on the Billboard 200, kicked open the doors of the heavy metal scene and rewrote the genre's playbook with 12 stunning tracks that incorporated everything from djent and post-metal to infectious synth-laden pop sensibilities and cinematic arrangements, brought fully to life by the inimitable Laplante's ethereal and commanding vocal performances.

The album cycle for "Eternal Blue" saw SPIRITBOX not only grace the covers of esteemed music publications such as Revolver, Alternative Press, Rock Sound and Kerrang!, among many others but would also solidify the band as one of the most in-demand groups in live music today with their one-hundred percent sold out, first-ever headlining tour in support of the album which saw ticket sales over 40,000. The band would also share the stage with seasoned metal veterans such as LIMP BIZKIT and GHOST and win "Best International Breakthrough Band" at the 2021 Heavy Music Awards

In 2022, SPIRITBOX secured highly coveted spots at numerous major U.S. rock and metal festivals and were nominated for two Juno Awards. SPIRITBOX would also round out their current lineup with the inclusion of drummer Zev Rose and bassist Josh Gilbert in addition to releasing their sonically experimental EP "Rotoscope" in June of that year as well as a cross-genre collaboration with dubstep artist Illenium for the track "Shivering".

During another whirlwind year for the band, including a U.S. tour with SHINEDOWN and PAPA ROACH, SPIRITBOX wrote and recorded their critically acclaimed EP "The Fear Of Fear", released in November 2023. The EP features the single "Jaded", which was nominated for "Best Metal Performance" at the 66th annual Grammy Awards. In the same month, the band would make another genre-bending splash with a high-profile collaboration with rapper Megan Thee Stallion for a remix of her song "Cobra".

Whatever comes next for SPIRITBOX, one thing is for sure: expect the unexpected and a firm commitment to creating wholly authentic music with passion, purpose, and constant evolution.Photo credit: Jonathan Weiner