#i hardcore side-eye people making that connection

[termagax]

look we can take screenshots of people saying weird shit all day long but what is more likely. that tumblr staff has for the first time ever decide to take massive action against a vague group of "paraphiles" with no warning. or that this is a continuiation of a pattern of years worth of targeting transfem users who post anything even remotely sexual and/or critical of staff.

[monzabee]

pon de replay - cl16 (+18)

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Summary: The one where Charles decide to prove to everyone that it is him that you belong to, and only him.

Pairing: charles leclerc x reader 

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: smuttt, nothing but pure filth, one might even say it is pwp, unprotected sex (cover your willy don’t be silly), oral (f receiving), kinda exhibitionism?, public sex, jealous charles, possessive charles, carlos being a little shit because he’s bored, poor lando, not even sure if i fulfilled the request or not, minors dni!! 

Request: “HELLOOOO! i have an idea and you don’t have to write it but it’s been rattling around in my brain and im never gonna write it (i constantly have way too many ideas to write them fr) myself so i figured i’d send it to you cause you’ve kinda restored my F1 phase with your work. basically, reader being very goofy, funny, and maybe a little bit too loud at times. just like a very silly and bubbly personality and she hangs out with some of the f1 boys (maybe because she’s famous in her own right like a dancer or something) so naturally EVERYONE ships her with lando. like hardcore, almost as bad as one direction fans ships (iykyk), and it sorta makes sense cause when they’re together it’s pure and utter chaos and they both express themselves with physical touch B U T ! she’s actually with charles. to her it makes total sense to be with charles instead of lando cause while lando is definitely attractive he’s too much like her and it’d be like dating herself whereas charles brings out a new calm side to her and she can bring out a goofier side to him. opposites attract type shit😭. maybe a little angst cause charles hates seeing all the edits and also feels a little insecure cause lando and reader DO make sense together in his mind so why’d you pick him instead? then like soft fluff/smut reassurance that charles is literally the man of her dreams, a literal fucking prince, and the best person she’s ever been with. ANYWAYS, im rambling! again, you don’t have to write this if you don’t connect with it or don’t have time i just needed an outlet SOMEWHERE for all the F1 brain rot.”

Author’s Note: hi, hey, hello!! i first of all want to start by saying that i’m very sorry that this isn’t exactly like the request, like at all, but it took me a criminal amount of time to actually get this finished so we’re not going to focus on that. okay? okay, great!! in all and all it was actually quite fun to work on this at the beginning, it was just kinda hard for some reason to work on the actual smut part, but i hope you guys enjoy! good morning, noon or night wherever you are, xoxobee

Please also note that all of my works are protected under copyright, and not available for reposting on other platforms. 

Charles wouldn’t call himself a possessive person, not a chance. He might be ambitious, and competitive, but possessive? That, he is not. He’s never been the type of get jealous of his partner’s friends, whether male or female, because he likes to think that he is mature enough to understand that people have friends. It’s that simple. And he is most definitely not the type of person to comment on what you wear when you’re going out, he is just not that guy. He’s fairly certain that his mother would materialise out of thin air and give him a good beating if he were to do that. So when you asked him about the dress you have on earlier before you left his apartment, the one that clings to your body so tightly that he can practically make out the outline of your tits from across the room? He just smiled and told you to have fun tonight – because he’s there to make sure you’re not put off by anyone staring at you in it.

So yeah. He’s not usually the type to let the jealousy take over his ability to think things out rationally, but when his girlfriend is dancing her heart away in the middle of the dance floor while every red-blooded men watch her with the same look in their eyes? Yeah, it’s not easy to keep his emotions in check at the moment given the circumstances. And it’s not that he even intends to pout like a petulant child at the bar, making sure to keep an eye on you, it’s just that he is an expressive person and his face reflects what he’s feeling that well. Totally because of that. It’s scary how utterly focused he is on you, watching your every move to make sure no one is bothering you, though you don’t seem to be in need of his help as he watches you dance with one of the girls you met when you first arrived to the club – and with Lando, though he tries not to focus on that part too much.

It's fine, though, he tries to make himself believe, it’s fine as long as you’re having fun. Though that doesn’t necessarily stop him from throwing daggers into Lando’s direction as covertly as he can. The way he has a friendly arm around you is driving him crazy, and he is not above stomping over there to pull you under his arm, drag you to the nearest bathroom and– Well, maybe he shouldn’t get too far ahead of himself just yet.

“They look good together, no?” He hears someone ask him from the side. He realises it is his teammate when he turns to give the person a glare.

“Who?” He asks, deciding to play dumb, but he can’t help himself as he makes a face while focusing his gaze back on you.

“You know who I’m talking about, cabrón!” Carlos exclaims, laughing as he pats him on the back and points to the two of you with a tilt of his head, “I’m glad he’s finally doing something about it rather than sulking around like a geriatric toddler.”

If he would have turned around any faster, Charles is sure his neck would actually, possibly, break. “What?” he spits out as he turns around, “Do you mean her and Lando?”

Carlos gives his teammate a confused look, “Yes,” he drawls out, “you didn’t know he had a crush on her? I thought the entire paddock knew!” Charles feels a surge of disbelief and a tinge of anger bubbling within him.

He wouldn't call it possessiveness, more like a primal instinct to protect what's his. But this revelation catches him off guard, shattering his carefully constructed facade of nonchalance. With doing his best to keep calm under the situation, he asks, “Are you sure you’re not making things up? I feel like you’re misreading the situation here.”

That receives another confused look from his teammate, and though Charles is quite the perceptive person, he misses Carlos starting to put the pieces together – thanks to his overreaction. “I guess so,” Carlos mumbles, loud enough for Charles to hear him in the loud club, “he’s always talking about her, though. The way she smiles, her hair, her dresses; did you know he even went to see one of her performances in Vegas?” Carlos feels bad, really, but there is also something so fulfilling in confirming his theories as he watches his teammate’s eyes bulge out at the mention of one of your dance shows in Vegas. Because Charles knows what those entail.

“I-in Vegas?” He stutters out, eyes moving to focus on your dancing figure again. And at that moment, he absolutely hates Lando. He hates him for having his arms around you, he hates him for dancing with you to the beat in a rhythm he never seems to be able to keep up with, he hates him for the way everybody seems to think the two of you seem to make a handsome couple, and he absolutely hates him for the way he makes you smile.

Charles Leclerc is not a possessive guy – until it comes to you, that is.

“Charles?” He hears Carlos call out his name, but he’s out of his seat long before he can hear the end of his sentence. He doesn’t mean to stomp across the dance floor to get to you. He really doesn’t. He also doesn’t mean to grab you by your arm and put a pause on your fun. And the smile you give him and the way you wrap your arms around his neck while you call him ‘Charlie’? Makes his heart stutter in a way that makes him forget why he ever came over in this first place. Because this should be normal – you, having male friends and spending time with them should not make him insecure. He should be fine with you and Lando spending time together because you both love the hustle and bustle of a club. But at that moment, he doesn’t care about what should be normal, no. He cares about the fact that someone other than him has managed to make you smile, and that he needs to remind you that he’s the only one who should be on the receiving end of all your smiles.

So when he drags you away from the dancefloor (and Lando, for that matter), he doesn’t listen to your objections. He doesn’t care about the way Carlos is watching from his place from the bar, putting all the pieces together as he shares a look with Lando. And he most definitely doesn’t care about the fact that he’s about to fuck you in the club’s bathroom. Well, maybe he does care about that last part. “Charlie,” you whine, your voice clearly scratched from shouting along the lyrics of the songs playing throughout the night, and he doesn’t miss the way you slur his name ever so slightly – which tells him that you had at least two drinks. Cosmopolitans, if he had to guess. “Pleaaase,” you drag out the word, pulling on his shirt to get his attention, “they are playing my song!”

His first mistake is to look at you, because the way your lips form a pout and the way you’re giving him puppy dog eyes is usually strong enough for him to give in. Though this is no usual situation. So instead of moving the two of you back to the dancefloor, he grabs you by your cheeks and presses his lips against you. In the middle of the club, where everybody can see him doing it. The way his lips move against yours is aggressive, and you’re definitely out of breath when he does move away. Cosmopolitans, he realises after tasting you. You've had cosmopolitans. Then, he just gives you a look, threads his fingers through yours and raises an eyebrow. Then he asks, “Are you going to be a good girl and come with me now, or should I do this the hard way and just carry you on my shoulder?”

If this was any other situation, you would totally say something bratty back. Hell, you might have actually said something rude if it meant him being rough with you, maybe spanking you a few times just enough times for you to learn your lesson. But you understand that this is no ordinary situation from his voice and the expression on his face. Charles is like that, you suppose. He’s an open book – meaning that it is very easy to understand what kind of a mood he’s in just by looking at his face, or listening to the undertone of his voice. And right now? Right now you know he’s pissed. You don’t necessarily know what you did, nor do you care. Mainly because all you want to do is make him feel better simply because of the reason that he is one of those people who’s just meant to smile at all times, not frown.

And so you nod gingerly, squeaking out a thimble, “Yes.” You finally meet his eyes as you wrap yourself around his arm, pushing yourself closer to him in the crowded club. “I’ll be good.”

This thumb does that thing where he caresses your knuckle, and he starts moving you through the crowd again. This time, however, you try to stick to him by matching the speed of his steps rather than trying to stay back. You told him you’d be good, you intend to keep your promise. He’s quiet all the way to the bathroom, and he’s quiet when he motions you to get inside, and he’s quiet when he closes to door and promptly locks it behind your back. You think for a moment you’re just there for a chat, maybe about that something you might’ve done, but Charles takes you by surprise as he grabs your waist and pushes you against the door, causing your eyes to widen with realisation of what you’re about to do in that bathroom.

“Charles, what’s wrong?” You try to ask, but he shuts you up with another kiss. And if you thought the previous kiss was aggressive, this one absolutely consumes you. He doesn’t even give you a fighting chance as his tongue quickly dominates yours, and he is relentless as he nips at your lower lip. You can’t help the mortifying moan that leaves your lips, and you push him away to inhale deeply. “What has gotten into you?” You ask, eyes wide due to the adrenaline coursing through your veins, “What happened?”

“You, happened.” He growls. And by that, you mean that he actually growls. His voice is a few octaves deeper than his usual voice, and you can see that he’s snappy. There is this dark look in his eyes that would otherwise scare you if you didn’t know him, but you do. Because he’s your Charles.

And you know this because the quickly leans into your touch when you bring one of your hands up to cup his cheek, giving him a confused look. “Did I do something?” You ask, voice soft amidst the humid bathroom. “Oh my god, is it my dress? Is it too short?” Your eyebrows draw closer as you start properly spiralling. “I knew I should’ve worn the shorts, why didn’t you say something?”

Your mini monologue about your party attire must have struck a chord because Charles suddenly exhales heavily, his forehead resting against yours as he closes his eyes. “No, non, it's not about the fucking dress,” he lashes out, his voice strained, and lace with something else that you can’t quite catch. “I don’t care what you wear, though I do appreciate the easy access.”

“Easy access?” You repeat, testing out the words as you come to a realisation. “What?” You exclaim, quickly taking your hand away from his face to lightly slap at his chest. “No! We are definitely not doing that here, are you out of your mind? You pulled me away because you can’t keep it in your pants until we’re home?”

“And why not?” He asks, and this time, you can see the unbridled rage behind his look. “Would you rather go back to Lando out there? You looked quite happy in his arms after all.”

And the realisation dawns on you right then and there. That this isn’t about your choice of dress for the evening, no. It is about Lando. Though you don’t get that part, since he’s both of your friend, so why is Charles being like this? And you would ask him, of course. But the look he gives you indicates that he doesn’t want to be tested in that exact moment.

So instead, you attempt to calm him down, by dragging your hand gently down his chest and wrapping your arms around his middle. He is like that, your Charles, sometimes he just wants to be held to see reason. “Charlie,” you call out, voice soft as you give him a pleading look, “why don’t you tell me what this is about, hm?”

You think he’s going to finally give in for a moment, but then he just gives you a blank stare. “I don’t want to talk,” he grunts, pulling you flush against him by the hands he has on your waist. His lips are on your neck faster than you can say anything, working his way towards your collarbones. The faint whimpers that come out of your lips bring a small smile to his lips knowing that he’s the one causing them, not Lando or any other guy.

“Charles,” you gasp, your fingers tangling in his hair as his lips trail along your skin. Despite the confusion and frustration swirling within you, you can't deny the way his touch ignites a fire deep within you, consuming your thoughts and leaving you breathless with desire. But as much as you crave his touch, you know that there are unresolved issues between you, issues that need to be addressed before you can fully give yourself to him in this moment. “Charlie,” you repeat, your voice barely above a whisper as you gently push against his chest, urging him to stop. “Stop, we need to talk about this.”

“Talk about what?” He asks, all breathy and with a wild look in his eyes. You can see that he’s trying to hold himself back, but at the same time his hands keep moving on your body in a way that makes you want to let him lose control and perhaps even join him. He successfully ignores your attempts at pushing him away, sliding his hands down on your body to grab the hem of your dress, clenching the material in his hand while dragging it upwards on your thighs until he reaches the soft skin of your stomach. “I have a thing in mind which might help me feel better.” Unable to take your eyes off of him, you take a stuttered breath as you watch him slowly get down on his knees, his lips pressing kisses starting form your sternum continuing down your body over your dress until you feel his lips on the exposed skin of your stomach. His kisses stop once he’s met with the top lining of your underwear, looking at you with a mischevious glint in his eyes as he nips at the nimble lace adorning the top. You call out his name in a weak whimper – though it is not clear to you, nor him, whether you’re asking him to stop or go on. Charles decides to go with the latter. “You know what to say if you want me to stop.”

You don’t really need his reminder, you realise, but it is a welcome one. Your cheeks blush even further when you feel his gaze on you as he lowers his face towards your core, leaving a sweet kiss onto your clit through the fabric of your thong. Suddenly, you want nothing more than to just rip to whole thing apart so there is nothing separating you from him, but you know the game, and you especially know that the ending is sweeter than what you could ever imagine at that moment. And so you wait – you wait until he eventually makes his move and gives your slit a generous lick through the fabric. Watching you is equal parts thrilling and painful, mainly because he wants to drag out his teasing as long as possible just to see you falling apart for him. It’s second nature to you, the way your hand threads through his hair to move him the way you want to, but it is of course not an option because it’s Charles who is in charge.

He makes this known by the way he pulls away, ignoring the way your hands scramble to guide him back to where you want him to be. He nips at the skin of your thigh in a warning manner, pulling a whine from your lips as he fixes you with a look, “You’re not in control tonight, mon bijou, I’ll stop if you try to take over. You got that?” It’s sobering to see him take control in such a way, you sweet little Charles. Usually, he has no problem just laying back and letting you take all the control, or even just making you believe you do. But now? With the way he’s looking at you with such hunger? You know you’d be soaking through your underwear if you weren’t so wet for him already. All you can do is offer him a meek nod, with your lips hanging open in shock, but he is not satisfied with your answer. No, he needs to hear you say the words. So, being the initiative person that he his, he tips at your skin again, this time earning himself a whimper along a grumble about how he’s being unreasonable. He isn’t, but that’s a topic to discuss another time, he decides. “I said, you got that?”

“Yes! Fine, yes!” You whine, grabbing your dress even tighter with your fist that isn’t buried in his hair, “Please just make me come.”

“See?” He asks, flashing you a sweet smile as he lowers his face back onto where you need him the most, “It wasn’t that hard now, is it?” The grumble about how he’s about to be the hard one, makes him chuckle to himself, the rumbling from it making you moan his name as he finally gives you what you want. His tongue works fast as he laps on the wetness through your underwear, soaking the material even more without a care in the world. If you weren’t wet before, you’re sure you’re definitely wet as he drags his tongue through your slit and back onto your clit to suck it through the fabric, causing you to let out a string of moans, each getting considerably louder as he works on your cunt.

The breath is knocked out of your lungs as the moments pass, as you become closer and closer to your impending release. You don’t even notice the fact that you’ve started to move your hips to match the rythym of his tongue, seeking something more to make you tip over the edge. You’re also very aware of the fact that Charles is letting you what you want to do, and though you’re scared out of you midn that he’ll stop like he threatened to do before, the little nod he gives you when you give him a pleading look assures you that he also wants you to come undone on his face.

Or so you’ve thought.

Because he knows your body so well that jus as you’re about to come he pulls back, leaving you high and dry, and even has the nerve to chuckle when he hears his name coming out of your mouth in a high pitched whine. You’re so lost in the moment that you almost miss the way he gently grabs your hands and removes them from his hair, pinning them above you and pushing you against the wall. “Why?” You whine, lips pushed out in a pout as your voice gets gradually whinier, “I was so close, Charles.”

“Oh, baby,” he cooes, “I know you were, I could feel it too.” He starts peppering your feverish skin with kisses, as if to say sorry for leaving you on the brink of an orgasm, and you find yourself arching your neck to expose more of your skin to his skillfull lips. You should stop him, some part of you screams to you in your head, because with the way he’s disguising the fact that he’s marking you with hickeys, but you don’t care at that moment. Your every breath and moan seem to motivate him to work faster, and harder, and when he eventually pulls back to leave a bruising kiss on your lips. A smirk finds its way onto his lips as he gives you an eyeing down, taking in how breathless you look. “Don’t worry, mon bijou, I’ll fuck you now, okay?”

You don’t even realise the nod you give him, too lost in his eyes to put words together to form a proper sentence. He’s gentle with you as he lets go of your hands and positions you the way he wants. With one of your legs wrapped around his hip he has better access to your soaked underwear, his fingers working quickly to pulling it aside. You don’t know when he managed to get himself free from his pants and underwear, but that doesn’t stop you from letting out a loud moan when you feel the tip of his cock circling your clit. “Please, please, please,” your voice cracks as you frantically beg him to do something more. You’d love nothing more than to scold him for the way he shushes you condescendingly, but any complaint you had evaporates when you feel him nudge your entrance. “Please,” you breathe out again, giving him pleading looks as you try to pull him closer somehow, “You promised me you’d fuck me.”

That manages to pull out a beathy chuckle for him, and as if he’s trying to console you, you feel his fingers gently caressing the skin of your hip. “Why don’t you do it yourself, hm?” A grin widens on his lips when you give him a look of confusion, and he leads one of your hands between your bodies for you to wrap it around his cock. “You want me inside you, right?” He rewards your tentative nod with a series of kisses down the column of your throat, “Come on then,” he mumbles into your skin, “put it in, pretty girl.” Exhaling a shaky breath, you keep your eyes on him as you guide him through your entrance. A gasp is torn from your lips when you feel his tip entering you, the initial stretch being more overwhelming because of the fact that you’re standing up. But Charles is quick to soothe you with his kisses down your neck, letting you control the rhythym and how further he can move inside you at first. With your hand making its way down to his hip, pressing him close to you, he quickly gets the message that you’re ready for him. “You’re ready?” He double-checks, raising his head to fix his eyes to yours.

“I swear to god if you don’t fuck me right now–” Your words are interrupted when you feel him move his hips back, just enough to have his tip inside you, and then he snaps his hips forward to thrust back in, making your breath hitch at the back of your throat. It doesn’t take very long for you to become a moaning mess, in fact, you’re more than ready to fall apart for him then and there, but you know he won’t let you until he gets his point across.   

“Look at you, mon bijou,” Charles darkly chuckles, hips matching the rhythym of the song playing outside at the dance floor, “what would people think if they saw you being such a mess for me in a club’s bathroom?” And the whine you let out in response to his question nothing if pathethic, but you can’t find it in you to care because of how good he’s making you feel. “Yes?” He prompts you, mocking the whiny ‘Yes’, that leaves your mouth before you start begging him to let you come. But he doesn’t, because he knows you can hold it until he’s ready for you too, and he tells you just that.

“So good, Charlie, so good,” you can’t help the broken moans you let out as he fucks you to the brink of an orgasm. But that is not enough for him, no. He needs everyone to know the two of you are together now, needs to get out all of his pent up frustrations out.

So when the opportunity presents itself with Lando knocking on the door asking if you are okay? A knowing smirk find its way onto his lips, and you try to silently plead with him with your eyes. “You want to cum?” He whispers in your ear, his thrusts becoming faster. “Say my name if you want to come, baby.”

“Please–” You gasp, hands grabbing the shirt he’s wearing. It’s no avail even if you try to keep your voice down. Because when Charles finds a way to slither his hand down between your legs and starts rubbing your clit in firm circles? You know there is no way you can stay quiet through your orgasm. “Why?” You manage to get out, “God, Charles please.”

“Tell me who’s making you feel so good, pretty girl.” He encourages you, his rhythym now almost brutal as he tries his best to make you come for him. “Come on, tell me who you belong to.” He chuckles darkly when he sees you shaking your head. “It’s not Lando, it’s me. You hear that?” Uh-huh, is the only answer he receives in return, but he is of course not satisfied with it. So, he gently pinches the inside of your thigh. “Tell me who’s going to make you come, or I’ll stop.”

“N-no!” You exclaim, too overwhelmed to see that his threat is an empty one, because he would never actually do something like that to you. “Please, please don’t stop.”

“Come on,” he cooes, the sweet words he whispers into your skin making you more and more malleable to his request. “Say my name baby, let me hear you.”

“Charles,” your loud moan cuts the heavy air in the bathroom. Cheeks flushed, breath unorganised and with that wild look in your eyes? There’s nothing Charles wouldn’t do for you. With every move of his hips, you moan his name louder, eventually tipping over the edge as he feels you squeezing his cock so tight that he almost loses himself then and there.

That’s not to say he doesn’t, of course. Because just as you’re about done with your orgasm, you feel him come inside you, chanting your name alongside mine, mine mine. It takes a long time for the both of you to get back to your senses, but he’s extremely gentle with you as he helps you down and fixes your underwear. You find yourself snuggling up to him when he eventually takes you into his arms after fixing his own clothing, nuzzling your nose to his neck. “You know, I think I like the jealous side of you.” You mumble, leaving a few kisses across his jaw.

“Yeah?” He asks, a breathy chuckle leaving him as he cradles your face with both of his hands, his thumbs caressing the apples of your cheeks.

“Yeah.” You nod, giving him a small smile, “But I need you to take me home, please, I can feel your cum dripping down my leg.”

“Oh baby,” he coos, tutting as he slides his hands down your body to grab you by the waist, “we’re not going home, it would be rude to leave our friends by themselves. Don’t you think so?” The flabbergasted look that you give him makes another chuckle come from his lips as he slowly turns you towards the door. His lips find the junction between your neck and shoulder again as he announces, “We’re going to go back out there, and we’re going to dance. We wouldn’t want you to miss your song now, would we?”

And when he opens the bathroom door and you hear the first words to a Rihanna song you love? You know it’s going to be a long night ahead of you.

[xlocalxpunkx]

Need you

Logan Howlett X GN!Mutant!Reader

Warnings: fluff, hardcore fluff, physical contact, embracing each other, cuddling, established relationship

Summary: Logan seeks you out for physical contact after a hard mission. The only thing on his mind is you, and how much he needs you. Your touch relaxes him, even more so with your power.

It was late, too late for you to be up. Logan walked briskly up to the mansions front door. All he could think about after tonight was you. Your warmth, your kindness, your love. He wanted to see your face, wanted to be sure you were real. He rushed into and through the mansion, up to your room. He didn’t bother closing the front door, he knew his teammates were behind him.

He stood next to the door for a second, contemplating whether to just go in or knock. His thoughts were cut off by your door opening.

“Oh, hi, Lo!” You were surprised he was home. The mission wasn’t supposed to be done for another day or two. Your hand was still on the door. Logan immediately wrapped his arms around your waist and hugged you, tightly. A little too tight, but you wrapped your arms around his neck and held him back. “Are you okay, my love? Having trouble breathing.”

His hold on you loosened. He grumbled against your head, not quite making out what he was saying. He walked you further into your room, despite the fact that you were just leaving it. He flopped himself down on his back, dragging you with him.

“Need you.” He said, the first coherent thing he said that you could make out. You cuddled into his chest. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you tighter against him. You could tell this mission didn’t go well.

You reached up, cupping his face gently. You rubbed your thumb against his cheek. He leaned into your touch. It sounded like a purr that came out of his throat, but you couldn’t be quite sure. You pushed your power out, relaxing him mentally. Your touch had the power to calm people down. That was all, you couldn’t control anyone. You couldn’t make them feel anything but calm.

You pulled yourself on top of him, clinging to him like a koala. His arms surrounded you. You nuzzled your face into his neck, closing your eyes. His scent surrounded you. Tobacco, pine and a musk that belonged to him and only him. The issue with your power was that when you used it, you could feel what the other person was feeling. You felt Logan’s anxiety, the anger. You pushed more, trying to keep him calm. His smell relaxed you more than he could ever know.

“ ‘s enough, sweetheart. Don’t have to try so hard.” He whispered, feeling your brows crease against his neck. You hesitated, withdrawing your power only slightly. His began to slide you off of him, standing up. You watched him strip his shirt off, then his jeans. He was left in his boxers. You stared at him; his perfect muscles, his defined v-line. You could stare at him all day.

He climbed into your bed. Your scent blinded his senses. Your soft blankets, pillows, and god, you. The smell of you was perfect. His large hands found you again, pulling you to him. Your head ended up slightly above him. His body was curled. Your legs intertwined with each other. Both bodies grew warm with the contact. Logan buried his head into your chest, resting his ear against your heart. One arm wrapped around his back, pulling him closer to you. Your other hand found itself petting his hair, and pressing a small kiss to your forehead.

“Jus’ wanna sleep next to you,” Logan sighed, “need you always. Mine, safe.” You nodded your head, not sure if he could tell.

“Yours, I’m right here, Lo. Safe and yours.” You replied. Snores were the only response you got. You chuckled lightly, watching him sleep for a few minutes. Your eyes eventually closed, falling asleep, limbs connected. Warm and safe between Logan’s arms, side by side.

A/N: God I miss my man and his embrace, need some cuddles for fucking real bruh

[ssparksflyy]

jason grace dating hcs ִֶָ ࣪ ִֶָ♱་༘࿐

pairing jason grace x child of mors hcs warning slight mentions of death i guess but thats kind of a given an based off this request !! hope u enjoy

nothing has ever quite been able to top the wave emotions that hit jason when he saw you for the first time

some call it love at first sight i call it love at first sight

like just imagine little jason stopping mid tracks eyes wide and jaw open

you thought it was weird

cause it’s your first day at this random camp, you just found out(and are still processing) that your dad is a roman god ???

as if that wasnt weird enough now theres this tiny white boy staring right at you

so of course you hit em with that "whatcha lookin at punk 🤬🤬🤬" cause your so #hardcore #punk #rock #rebel

no im kidding you just give him a nasty ass look and hes runs away

very short interaction but its one he wont forget

i wanna say youre like eight when you get to camp just for lore reasons

it actually takes a hot second for you to get claimed, im talking like two maybe three years

yeah your dads not the best

but as soon as you do, all your friends DITCH YOU ??

except for

youll never guess who

jason !!

in the time where you were unclaimed, you and jason slowly got close but with him now being one of the only people you hung out with, you got even closer

somewhere along the way, reyna joined your little group and you instantly got close with her as well

(shes out here collecting her creepy kids)

you didnt really have a movie-like friendship with her, but you had a lot of respect for each other and trusted each other deeply

leading to the sharing of private stories and secrets, aka making her the first person to know about *drum roll please* your crush on jason !!! yayyyyy

turns out you didnt even have to tell her that cause she literally just said "oh yea i already knew that"

and you were like ?? okay

just cause you were aware of your feelings (and jason was aware of his) does not mean that you did anything about itttt

reyna spent YEARS watching you two awkwardly interact, both way too afraid to even insinuate any romantic feelings

aka : you thought he wouldnt like you cause ur weird + he thought you only saw him as a friend and didnt share the feelings

only when this boy gets snatched outta nowhere do your feeling really hit you like a double decker bus

waves of really anxious feelings begin coming in more often as time goes on and less people begin to care about his disappearance

butcha never give up and thats what matters !!

reyna's there by your side the entire time, comforting when u need it ♡

then like this one guy shows up i dont remember his name i think hes like the son of neptune or something like that

anyway he goes on a quest or something ?? dont really remember why he's relevant

you do become friends though so theres that

but like best part about him is that the search party that came to find him had jason with them !!!

your heart must've stopped when you saw him cause you were frozen in shock until reyna gave you a shove and suddenly you were racing towards this boy, and he was also coming at you

you collided somewhere in the middle, embracing each other tightly

and you ALMOST

key word almost

kissed him

but not yet !!

lets be honest, nobody wants lore and ive got homework due in a bit so to put it short: after you awkwardly peel yourself off of jason, you end up joining the seven and their quest to stop motha nature! the first few days are a little awkward with the others (mainly cause you've never been much of a people person) but spend so much time with jason !

you swap stories about his time away from camp and gets you a little closer to the friends he met on the way- particularly leo and piper

they soon connect with you, eager to learn more about you after the stories theyve heard from jason and you end that day walking into your room super giddy

just as you were getting into bed however, GUESS WHO WALKS IN

JASON.

"veronica what are you doing in my room??"

he plops down on your bed and makes a little small talk, watching you through the mirror atop the desk you were sitting at

the room gets quiet once you finish and walk over to the bed, the white noise of the ship's engine running being the only thing you hear

as you sit down next to him on your bed, you turn to face him with a soft smile

he returns the smile and starts fidgeting with his hands as he tries to find the words for what hes about to say

omg is he about to say what i think he is ?!?11/1

yea

he starts off his ramble talking about the first time he saw you, how much fun he had growing up with you, then went onto how lost he felt without you and eventually tied it up with a lovey dovey gush about how youve changed his life forever

youd think the guy is proposing

but he’s actually just confessing his feelings for you!!! how cute

you're left a little shocked cause what!! what do you mean jason grace likes you!!!

pretty sure you know what happens next and soon enough your walking around with your finger interlocked and receiving pecks on your nose like its nobody's business

once you actually start dating, the shift from friends to lovers isnt too drastic

cause you already spend so much time together and know everything about each other, it's just now you dont have to hold back the urge to kiss and hug him at every breathing moment

the honeymoon phase is crazyyyyyy

like yall cant get off each other

once you ease out of it, you're still super affectionate with each other, just now its not super shocking that you're dating your best friend and have instead adapted to it

as semi mentioned before, jason looves holding your hand whenever you're together and adores pecking the tip of your nose, forehead, and cheeks

jason is so excited to show you camp half blood and show you his favorite spots when you agree to visiting

you end up really enjoying the camp and have an amazing time swimming in the lake, taking nature walks in the forest, and ending the night cuddled up in cabin one together

but nothing can beat your sleepovers, coffee shop dates, university lecture sit-ins, and afternoon strolls that you have at camp jupiter

its truly your home and you wouldn't choose to live your life with jason anywhere else in the world

things don't really change friends wise

though you do get closer with some people in your classes

pretty soon you're living the dream; a small(ish) circle of friends you know you can trust, two homes, a supportive best friend, and your dream guy right by your side everyday

his favorite way to spend weekends with you is by watching popular movies and ranking them based on the toll the have on his life

#1 on his list? dead poets society

(guys i have not recovered. its been a WEEK AND I HAVENT MOVED ON I DONT THINK I EVER WILL)

he literally has 'carpe diem' scribbled on a lined piece of paper right next to his bed

you are yet to miss a movie night together

you always end up having them, one way or another

honestly, your parents don't have much effect on your life

other than the fact you're into darker things and have been your whole life, your dad and his image haven't had much of an effect on your life

he doesn't acknowledge you and truth be told, you're glad he doesnt

not to forget romans view it as bad luck, so having brunch with death every sunday isn't too appealing to you

you really dont mind it, and jason doesn't mind jupiter too much either

he simply kind of lives his life without really thinking about him, he's happy without him having a role in his life anyway

yknow why?

cause he has you!!! duhhhh

you end up living your life all happy together and its great ‹𝟹

[itscherrylipsforme]

Did not expect: Rodrick Heffley x fem!reader

Blurb. Reader is a "gold star" student and a good influence for him, but also a hardcore rock lover. Slightly spicy at the end so +16. Incredibly self-indulgent

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If someone had asked Rodrick what type of girl he was into he would have answered that any groupie nice and enthusiastic about him enough would play the part. After all he was sure that thousands of them would be after him the moment Löded Dipper became a smash. What certainly did not expect was... Well, falling for you instead.

And he did not mean that to sound rude. It's just that you were not in his plans (he barely knew if he had one most of the time, but if he had it you were definitely not in it). He couldn't find the way to put it in better words. You were not his type, wait no... That wasn't the truth actually. You were, but not in the way he had expected.

In one of his meeting with his bandmates they started to talk about their "dream girl". Among other less innocent requirements Rodrick added this two: "Great music taste" and "must copy with my humour". You had both, nevertheless he still believed himself to be out of his mind when he realized he had caught feelings for you.

He had seen you around in High School, it was weird to someone not to know your name. Popular was not the word he would use to describe you. Surely you were not among the people in the top of the social pyramid. Known, that was what you were. Perfect student. Nice most of the time, sarcastic and witty when needed. Most of the teachers relayed on you if they required a tutor for some of their students. That's how you started to properly talk with him.

He did not expect you to find him sitting in the library with his black headphones on. He hadn't planed that you would be his last opportunity to pass literature this year. Yet you were, so he waited for you to come. Same way he wasn't aware that his headphones weren't fully connected to his mp3. He did not expect that the drums' beat coming from there was quiet enough not to anyone else in the library to notice, but you.

"Hawkins is the best drummer ever, just after Roger Taylor of course" He did not expect that you would say that as you left your books by his side of the table.

"What?" A small confused smile appeared in his lips.

"Taylor Hawkins I mean" You shrugged "You have a great taste, I love Foo Fighters too. The Mp3 was unplugged, that's why I heard it. I thought it could be a good icebreaker to start with. Y/n by the way"

He wanted to come up with an intelligent remark, ask more about which groups you like it. Yet he couldn't bring himself to do it, your words had surprised him more than you had expected. A whispered "I am Rodrick" and a nod was all you received as an answer. Books were opened, and you decided to start working.

Surprisingly, in the following weeks Rodrick did not only manage to learn more about the subject he was struggling with, but also about you. A strong bond was created with the time. Gifted CDs with songs he thought you would like. Singing 18 by Harbour in the front passenger seat of his van. Shared glances and jokes. Being one of the few people allowed to his band practices and that he really feel comfortable talking to... Beautiful things and memories that only made you closer. Feelings that neither of you was ready to stay out loud until one day he did.

At his house. You were trying to teach him how to do his eyeliner properly, as he still needed more practice. Eyes glued to each others, your hand resting in his face to keep him in place, your focused expression too cute to resist... So he just did it, kissed you out of the blue like his life depended on it. And instead of pushing him away as he had predicted, you wrapped your arms around his neck. Hands tangled in his messy hair. The eyeliner pen long forgotten, and the make-up scattered around his face, but neither of you cared about it.

Yeah, Rodrick Heffley did not expect to fall for you. He did not foresee that you would be the one he introduced to his parents. He did not anticipate that his first official girlfriend would be called a "good influence" by his mother. Neither would he have guessed that he would end up dating the nerdiest and prettiest girl in High School to his eyes. It was astonishing that he actually smiled when you played with Manny and told him tales. And that he was not so annoyed with Greg when you were the one listening to his multiple complaints about High School. He was not prepared to giggle like he was crazy every time "Walking after you" came on the radio, and he daydream of having you on his arms.

And yet, you had a few surprises left for him to find. Late at night, coming home from a small gig his band had had. The house just for the two of you as the rest of his family was visiting his grandfather. He had to deal with a serious "Use protection" coming from his father so they could finally let you stay with him.

A trail of kisses from his lips and cheeks to his neck, too messy and sweet to ever forget them. Muttered "I love you"s. He was playing with the hem of your shirt until you nodded giving him permission to toss it aside. He certainly did not contemplated the idea of finding a lacy pinky bra below the leather jacket you had borrowed from him. Furthermore, he wasn't prepared to find it so hot and cute at the same time.

"You know what, pretty girl?" He whispered as he started kissing your collarbone "You were unexpected. But what a wonderful surprise you are"

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[kpop-hive]

Lessons| Stray Kids

Lesson 4

Part 4 of Lessons

Part One, Two, Three 👈��

Warnings ⚠️: Dom x sub dynamics, rough sex, dacryphilia, Oral (Male and Female Receiving), finger sucking, creampie, dirty talk, degradation, spanking, sir kink, mommy kink, Switch!Jisung, Dom!Minho, Switch!Reader

“Now, are you ready for the next lesson, little slut?” Minho asked firmly, his hand on your thigh gripping it tighter. “N-now, but it’s 2:30 in the morning.” You replied looking over to your clock. “So, this is the perfect time to break in the new instructor and student, and besides, I think Chan was a little too loud when he spoke to me about how hard he and Hyunjin went on you earlier in the shower yesterday, because our next student was very eager to come and get help from you which is why he’s here. He said that he has always been heavily invested in learning from me and you.” Minho spoke. You bit your lip in curiosity, which member could he be talking about, you’ve already fucked half of the group so that only leaves three men left. “Okay, then where is he?” You asked. Minho looked towards the crack opened peak of your bedroom door that connects to your hallway, you looked to where he stood before he called him in. “C’mon, don’t be shy, how can you be shy when you want to learn?” Minho asked taunting his younger member. When the door opened, your eyes widened in surprise. You never really spoke with him too much, but knew that he always had a shy side and wild side.

“(Y/n), I know you know Jisung right?” “Yes, hey Jisung.” You spoke. Jisung waved back shyly, very soft like. You were very curious about what his sex problem was. “So Jisung is having problems with the idea of dom and sub dynamics. He told me his friend with benefits is tired of having vanilla sex, and he wants to know how he can change that.” Minho said, causing Jisung to look down. The entire explanation is the most sought on explanation for any member you’ve heard of. Jisung is very quiet around you. You’ve seen how he tries to spark a conversation, but nothing there. It makes perfect sense that he would be having trouble with being dominant in bed.

“Yeah, so now, we need to help him.” Minho stated looking at you. “Yeah sure, no problem. Jisung come sit next to me.” You said, motioning him over. Jisung slowly walked to your bed and down next to you. Minho retracted himself from between your thighs and sat on the opposite side of Jisung in your large bed. “I know we don’t talk that much to each other but I need you to trust me that you can talk to me about any sex issues you have okay?” You asked. “Yes, I trust you (Y/n).” Jisung finally spoke, making you smile. “So what’s the problem?” You asked. “Well, I’ve been having sex with this beautiful girl, we have had sex many times, but she says she is tired of having vanilla sex and wants to change up, but I don’t really know anything else apart from the basics.” You sighed before beginning to rub his shoulders. “Jisung, it’s okay, that’s normal, most people don’t have to know the hardcore stuff so early, as long as you know the basics, that’s fine, but first I wanna know are you willing to learn power play because of your friend, or for yourself?” You asked. “Well, at first it was for her, but then I started to think about how it would be if I knew how to be a little different in bed. So now it’s for me.” You smiled at his eager and happy expression as he kindly replied to you. He looked so adorable at times, but you’ve seen this man perform before, you knew that he has a switch inside him that could turn on any second and become the most hottest and dominant thing on the planet. You were up for the challenge and that intrigued you so much.

You inched closer over to Jisung, eyes staring at Minho, signaling that you were ready to start. Minho gave you a nod and a subtle hand gesture to proceed. “So Jisung, when you say you want to learn about dom and sub things, what would you want to be a dom, sub, or switch?” You asked with soft eyes. “What’s the main difference?” He asked confusingly. You smirked before reaching to his sweatpants and began to toy with the string. “It’s very simple, if you like, to control things, you would lean to more dominant like Minho in the corner.” You untied the sweats, and then moved your hand softly over his thigh. “If you like to be taken care of, you lean on the more submissive side.” Your hand slightly grazed over his dick causing him to bite his lip, you moved your hand up inside his white T-shirt and grazed his abs before slowly moving your hand inside his sweats. “And finally, if you like both you would be a switch.” “Fuck!” Jisung moaned when you began to rub his bare cock inside his sweats. “So what will it be… Sungie?” You teased licking the shell of his ear. “Fuck, please just do something!” He moaned. “(Y/n), I’m pretty sure we’re going with sub first.” Minho snickered. He pulled up a chair and sat down observing your efforts to teach Jisung.

“Tell me what you want Sungie, are you gonna be a good boy for me?” You asked with a more playful tone. “Yes, (Y/n), I’ll be good for you, please, can you pull my pants down, I need release!” He whined. You giggled at his little efforts, he was so cute. “Only if you give me the password, then I will take them off.” You replied. “Password, no, I can’t come up with a password, (Y/n), I need you now please, please.” His pleas kept getting whinier, until he finally said the one word that brought you back to his submissive reality. “Please m-mommy.” You looked up at him with a gleam in your eyes, even Minho was shocked that he said that word. To him, Minho knew that Jisung knew more than what he was leading on.

“Aww, you’re such a good boy Sungie!” You kissed his cheek before removing his sweats, allowing his cock to spring up proudly. He has got to have one of the prettiest dicks you have ever seen, decent length and girth with a nice pink tip that is oozing with precum. You took his cock in your hands and began to pump his shaft up and down as he whined for you. “Ngh, mommy please, more.” “You’re so good to mommy huh Sungie?” He nodded harshly. Your thumb rubbed over his tip causing him to buck his hips in anticipation. You moved down towards the bed in the opposite direction and aligned your mouth with his dick before licking his tip, and pushing your mouth finally down his length.

“Mmm, mommy yes.” He whined. “Tell her how she’s making you feel Jisung.” Minho said, finally speaking into existence again. “She feels so good, mommy’s mouth is so good.” You hummed before looking up at him and winking causing him to whimper some more. You slurped as hard as you could knowing he wasn’t going to last long. You began to take more into your mouth, sucking on his dick until he began to buck his hips up into you, and whining so loud, that you could hear it echo throughout the room. “Mommy, mommy please I’m gonna cum, let me cum!” He moaned. You brought your tongue back to his tip, licking it until you could feel heavy spurts of cum landing on your tongue. “Mommy, I’m cumming!” You smiled as you let him finish up his release, allowing him to come down from space and back to reality. You popped your head back up and looked at Minho with a smile, that he also reciprocated, knowing that this session was going well.

“Now Sungie, you’ve been so good for mommy, that she’s gonna let you touch and taste her. Would you like that?” You asked with seductive eyes. “Please mommy please, wanna touch you.” He replied as he sat up immediately causing you to giggle. You removed your top, and left your panties on that were now covered in your wetness from the time you woke up to Minho eating you out, to now. Jisung groaned heavily. Now seeing your naked body in his eyesight. You laid your back up against your headboard, with your chest sitting up on display waiting for Jisung. “Don’t be shy Sungie, come touch me, touch mommy.” You said, causing him to move closer, and reaching his hands out. Jisung started at your shoulders, taking in the soft flesh of your body before he began to move his hands down to your chest before groping your tits and finally taking one into his mouth.

“Oh fuck Jisung!” You whined. His lips locked around your nipple sucking like his life depended on it. “Mm, Jisung loves tits, don’t you?” Minho asks Jisung as he hums against your chest. “It’s okay Jisung, she loves it when you play with them just as much as you do.” You groan at Minho’s words. Jisung continued to play with your chest until he couldn’t wait anymore. The anticipation of tasting you was too much to bear. He kissed down to your pink panties and kissed the top of them before removing them. He looked at you with pleading eyes before you smirked and spread your legs giving him access to your dripping heat. He let out a sigh and a big gulp before laying on his stomach, ready to eat you out, but then, a thought popped into his head. He got up and flipped his body over so he was laid on his back. You looked at him with a questioning face before he spoke. “I want mommy to ride my face.” You looked so shocked, even Minho sat up in his chair. He knew that Jisung needed help, but didn’t know he was that bold. He was really eager to see what was going to take place between the two of you.

“Okay Sungie, I can ride your face. Is that what you want, me to ride your face, think you can do a good job?” You asked, with a hand in his hair. “Yes, I wanna make you feel good.” He whined. You looked at Minho with a soft expression, and then got on top of Jisung’s chest. “Okay then, you naughty boy. Make me feel good.” You shifted over his mouth, and slowly lowered yourself on his mouth.

“Oh fuck!” You moaned. Jisung took off with no hesitation as he began to lick at your clit like a starved man. He satisfied your pussy with ease, and it felt like heaven. “Yes Jisung, just like that, your tongue feels amazing!” You whined. Minho let out a light cough that made you look straight at him. He shot you a glare that made you realize that you were the dom in this situation, but at this point you didn’t care. Jisung was making you feel too good and you would rather have him take care of you at this point, but you know you wouldn’t be on Minho’s good graces at all if you did that.

“Oh Sungie, you make mommy feel so good, where did you learn to do this?” You chuckled, making him smile under you. His soft eyes never left yours as he continued to slurp you up. His tongue prodding at your entrance before inserting it inside you making you moan louder. Jisung began to moan against you as he ate you out even harder. His hands moved up to your breasts playing with your nipples as he moved them around with the pads of his thumbs. “Oh, baby boy, you’re gonna make mommy cum.” You stated. Jisung went back to sucking your clit, and that sent you right over the edge. You released instantly, moaning Jisung’s name, and calling him a good boy. Minho sat back smirking at the lewd display in front of him. He didn’t know if he wanted you to dom Jisung some more, or take over and let both of them have their way with you, but with the obvious boner in his pants straining against them, he doesn’t know if he can hold out for the second opinion any longer.

You got off of Jisung when he finished cleaning you up with his tongue. As he sat up, you kissed his lips, and smiled. “Good, good, boy, you made me feel so good. What am I gonna do with you?” You said, causing Jisung to smile. “Glad I got to make you feel good. How did I do hyung?” Jisung said. Minho looked at the both of you before getting out of the chair and walking towards the bed. His eyes were completely filled with lust as he stared you down. You were ready to fuck Jisung, but now you don’t know if were going to with the way Minho was staring at you.

“You did a good job Jisung, but I think it’s time our little kitten got some more demanding attention, don’t you think? C’mon Jisung, show her the other side of you.” Minho said, and like clockwork, Jisung smirked and then grabbed your hips and flipped you over on your back causing you to gasp and Minho to smirk. “I enjoyed your little act, but I already had a talk with Minho earlier, and he said that you tend to become a slut when you’re very needy. Is that true?” Jisung asked. Your mind and body was still in shock from how fast he switched from sub to dom that you couldn’t even process anything. Jisung slapped your tit making you revert back to reality, the action sending pulse waves to your pussy. “Yes, I become a slut.” You whined. Jisung smirked and looked up at Minho who was still standing in front of the bed. “Tell you what (Y/n), I’ll fuck this pussy first and then let my instructor show me how it’s done when I’m through with you? How does that sound?” Jisung whispered in your ear. “Yes please!” You replied. “Mm, good girl.” Jisung positioned your body to where your body was in the opposite direction of your pillows, your head right underneath Minho’s hard bulge. Jisung placed himself in between your legs and rubbed his tip against your folds making you whimper. “Fuck, such a wet and pretty pussy.” Jisung said making you whimper. “Jisung please fuck me, I can’t take waiting any longer.” You replied. Jisung slapped your thigh. “Take what I’m giving you.” You nodded and without warning he pushed into your throbbing hole making you moan out. Jisung bottomed out causing him to groan. He began to fuck you harder as your body began to adjust to his length.

“Fuck Jisung, it feels so good!” You moaned. His pace was rough and hard as he abused your pussy through and through. “Fuck Angel, you wrap around me so good, I love this pussy, I see what Minho and Chan are talking about.” He said making you roll your eyes back. His hands wrapped tighter around your waist as he pounded into you harder than before. The best part about being in this position was that you were right under Minho’s hard erection. You could read Minho like a book and by the way he was biting his lip at you getting fucked by Jisung you could tell that he was ready to fuck you next. He watched the scene before his eyes, taking in your breasts bouncing at every thrust from Jisung, your pants and moans, and the way his dick kept going back and forth inside you. The truth is that since Chan and him agreed to this idea, he never realized that he wouldn’t get to have his way with you for a while, now that Chan has done his part, it’s finally his time to have you for the next few days.

As you neared your orgasm, you did the unthinkable and moved your hand to Minho’s boner and palmed him through his pants. Minho moaned and threw his head back. Making you smirk. “Kitten, you don’t know what you’re in for, just you wait.” He groaned. The Thought made you think about Minho fucking you for a good moment, but the thought ended when Jisung pulled all the way out of you and thrusted back in hard. “Oh, fuck!” You yelled. “Don’t think of him, I’m the one making you feel good (Y/n)!” Jisung groaned. “I know I’m sorry Jisung! You’re making me feel good.” You whined. Minho then smirked, he never Jisung was the jealous type. A thought popped up into his head that he was really proud of.

“It’s okay Jisung, you’re doing a great job, but you’ll never be able to make her respect you like I would, she’s used to me, not you.” “Wanna bet, by the end of the night, she’s gonna respect me and you. (Y/n), do you wanna be my little slut as well hm?” Jisung asked. “Yes, yes, Jisung, I wanna be your slut fuck, I’m so close.” You replied, nearing your peak. “Yeah, wanna cum? Wanna show Minho how good I can make you feel? Open your mouth baby.” Jisung said. Obeying him, you opened your mouth and Jisung removed his hand off your hip and put his middle and ring finger into your mouth. You began to suck on them as your pussy clenched against him making you whine. “Fuck who knew you loved fingers?” Minho groaned making you whine. Never in a million years would he think that Jisung would’ve done this. Jisung hit your g-spot over and over again, the sweat building up on your bodies, it took a few more thrusts before you were finally sent over the edge.

“Oh god, Jisung!” You moaned, releasing on Jisung’s cock. “Good girl, you’re so good for me, fuck I’m gonna cum.” Jisung moaned, releasing into you. He rode out his high before pulling out of you, and collapsing on the opposite side of you. He looked at your fucked out stance before giving you a long awaited kiss before you felt your head hit the bed, Minho moving from his place to the front of you with his clothes discarded, cock standing at atttention.

“Suck.” Minho said, and you obliged moving to the front to suck on his dick easily. You licked his tip before immediately sucking on his dick already taking him in like a pro. Minho’s moans were enough to get you needy for him again. Already pinching your nipples, and your free hand going towards your opening, Minho took note of this and pulled him off of you causing you to whine.

“Get on your knees (Y/n).” He said sternly. You flipped over and Minho landed a smack to your ass making you moan. “Jisung get in front of her and get your dick sucked again, since you did so well, can’t have her too loud can we?” He asked causing you to nod slightly. With one sigh, Minho pushed into your already wet cunt making you whimper. Jisung’s dick was in front of you ready to be sucked as he stroked it with the most attentive smirk. Your eyes stared him down as you took him in your mouth. Once there, Minho began to thrust hard into you making you groan against Jisung’s cock as he moaned, stroking your hair softly.

“Ugh, Min-Minho, you and Chan have such a good little whore on your hands, willing to bow down to any one that’s willing to give some good dick to her.” Jisung groaned. “Yeah, I know she’s such a little whore, waiting to be fucked, she likes getting pounded until she feels dumb isn’t that right, kitten? Tell Jisung how much you love to get fucked like a whore?” You removed your mouth from Jisung while your hand occupied his cock pumping it up and down. “I love being a whore Jisung, love when there’s a cock in me to fill my leaking pussy up, I love creaming on a good dick Jisung, oh!” You whined, making Minho groan while simultaneously spanking your ass. “Fuck what a good girl.” Minho replied. He pulled your body up by your throat before turning your head and giving you the most intense kiss of the whole night. You continued to pump Jisung in your hands due to the close proximity of it all. With so much happening around you, you knew it wouldn’t take long before your next release of the night.

“Whose pussy is this?” Minho asked. “Y-yours.” You replied. “Whose is it (Y/n)? I didn’t hear you?” “Yours Minho!” “And does this pussy want to cum for me?” “Yes, yes, please!” You whined, begging for your release. “I only want you to do one thing for me… I need you to make Jisung cum first, he’s done so well with everything, he deserves to cum.” Minho let’s your body go before he finally puts you back on Jisung cock sucking like your life depended on it.

“Fuck thank you hyung, her mouth is perfect I’m so close!” Jisung moaned, making you whimper in his mouth. You sucked him like the worlds best lollipop ever and was eager for him to cum. Minho began to play dirty by using one of his hands to rub your clit causing your body to jolt. With your whines and whimpers on Jisung’s cock, he came within no time, hot cum shooting down your throat once again was a highlight within itself, especially when you Jisung’s orgasm face as well. “Ugh, your mouth is something serious (Y/n).” Jisung said, but your brain was focused on releasing to not even concentrate. “Good work kitten, now I need you to cum.” Minho said, and you finally got to release.

“Fuck!” You moaned as you came on Minho’s dick, your pussy clenching as you came, your body shaking at the intense feeling. Minho’s groans were picking up as well before he finally released inside you, shooting his cum in you at ease. “Fuck (Y/n)!” Minho moaned. He pulled your ass cheeks apart looking at the creamy mess between your legs, your pussy gaping open from the abuse the two boys gave you from their dicks. Once Minho pulled out, your body basically fell against the bed, but Jisung helped you to your pillows and placed you down next to him. Minho climbed up to the side of you as well, now trapped between both boys. Minho softly kissed your shoulder as well as Jisung on your other shoulder.

“You did a great job, (Y/n), you were so good for the both of us, and thank you Minho hyung, you helped me learn a lot more in the art of sex.” Jisung. “I’m glad I did, and now we can rest, especially her, because I need her healthy for the next lesson.” Minho replied. You turned to Minho with a questioned face. “Who’s it gonna be for the next lesson?” You asked. “He promised me to be quiet, but let’s just say, I need you to be able to bend like a pretzel kitten…”

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[marbled-love]

Who's you fav mlp character???? Also love the art!!!!!^_^

firstly!!! tysm?!? ur art is also super cute!!!!!!!! NOW.... TO ELABORATE ON MY FAVS 😈😈😈😈😈

🦋FLUTTERSHY... ok so she is such an obvious and well-loved choice for a fav BUT I CANT HELP IT!!!!! ive loved her ever since i was kid like i could always relate to her and she was super cute and like. come on. SHE LIVES IN A COTTAGE. AND CARES FOR ANIMALS. THATS THE FUCKING DREAAMMMMMM RIGHT THERE!!!!!!!!!!!!! of the mane six along side flutters rainbowdash was also a HUGE fav of mine as a kid, as a whole i love them all but fluttershy holds a special place in my heart fr ❤❤❤ 🫧MUFFINS/DERPY... im not sure if its ok to still call her derpy???? BUT EITHER WAY just like w/ fluttershy she was one of those characters that i just latched onto especially w/ all the fanart that people made of her... i loved her crossed eyes n how silly n clumsy she was cuz i was also lowkey a clumsy kid (i still am and im an adult now!!!) and just. how could u not like her look at her face. LOOK AT HER. 🎧DJPON-3/VINYL SCRATCH... ANOTHER BACKGROUND PONY THAT I FELL INLOVE WITH..... again, all the fanart of her is what rlly rlly pulled me in to her character... i LOOOOVE her so freaking MUCH!!!!! i love her energy and that she's a dj she fits her talent so perfectlyyyyy GRAHHH i also LOVE her sunglasses thats one thing design-wise that drew me in too.. characters w/ sunglasses my beloved ❤❤❤ 🌙PRINCESS LUNA... i feel like she's another thats kinda obvious for like why she'd be a fav, like fluttershy, i rlly rlly latched onto her as a kid and that love has never rlly died down!!! i rlly struggled w/ my mental health as a kid and seeing luna's struggles (even if it wasnt anything ground breaking lol) made me feel less alone n i could rlly relate to her for that!! plus pony that can make it night time??? thats fucking awesome i love the moon and stars HELLO??? luna's softer like more introverted personality also just made me rlly connect w/ her so she's always been up there in my favs 🎆TEMPEST SHADOW... WHERE DO I EVEN BEGINNN W/ TEMPEST OH MY GODDD i am SUCH a hardcore fan of hers i absolutely LOVE her characterization, her backstory goes hard, her design goes evener HARDER, like im fr so obsessed w/ her i LOOVE the song she sings in the movie n i just love how they made her go from this pony who felt so badly hurt and betrayed by her friends that it made her lose faith to learning that its ok move on and heal and like let herself form relationships again after so long of dwelling on the past like THAT GOES HARD!!!! I FUCKING LOVE HER 🎶SWEETIE BELLE... ok for sweetie belle im gonna be so fr i dont have a ton of reasons for why i like her... she can be a little annoying at times but shes so freaking silly i love her dynamic w/ apple bloom and scootaloo n watching her quest to get her cutie mark w/ her friends was just too cute ❤❤ i DO feel like the cmc all getting like.. the same cutiemark basically was kinda wild like i do think its rlly cute that they all got the same talent but also. all 3 of them had their own little things that they liked/were GOOD at like for sweetie belle it was singing!!! i wish they had each gotten their own thing but im not mad at what the show ended up doing.. lowkey wish their cutie marks matched each of them as individuals tho cuz the colors dont rlly fit each of them the same 🗻MAUD PIE... i dontttt remember if i ever got to see her in the show when i was younger cuz i. might've stopped watching by the time she was introduced but getting back into mlp now that im older i like. fucking love her man. she SCREAMS autism to me (and like everyone else im sure) i can relate to her a LOT n i love how passionate she is abt rocks its so cute i love rocks too girl u get me ❤ 🍁AUTUMN BLAZE... IM GONNA BE SO FR I DONT THINK IVE PROPERLY WATCHED THE EPISODE(S?) SHES IN BUT IVE READ EVERYTHING I CAN ABT HER AND SHES JUST SOO SILLY i absolutely love kirin as a species in mlp n how theyre so nature centered they bring me so much joy.. i cant say MUCH of why i like her its like indescribable i just rlly rlly love her <3333

I HAVE. MANY MORE FAVS. BUT THESE R CHARS THAT FIRST COME TO MIND IDK I LOVE THEM. i also gotta admit. i havent finished watching mlp. so idk a lot of the later characters and i KNOW i rlly need to get to finishing it BUT THERES SO MUCH.......... ill get to it i promise................... thank u for coming to my yap session

[devoted--angel]

hello i am rambling hardcore but i like typing out my thoughts it helps me work through them :3

i'm so angry and hateful on here but really if i was able to live a life away from everything that worries me i'd be so happy and even more full of love

deep down i want to do kind things for people and i want people to be good too but lately it's been hard to feel like anyone deserves my kindness

i don't know who i can trust when my own family keeps things from me and votes against my rights

i wish i was able to live in conditions that allow me to be kind and not suffer for it but that sadly is no longer an option for me

"why can't you just be kind now?" i'm tired of giving and giving and giving and pleasing everyone

one of the things i like about being on here is i don't have to please y'all i'm just yelling out to anyone who feels like listening or relates

masking constantly is so hard and draining on top of that, why have i been made to create a palatable version of myself when others get to be cruel? it doesn't seem fair to give kindness to those to give none in return

kindness for the sake of kindness is good and pure but it comes to a point where you become a doormat to others and they WILL use that to their advantage

"but why not just be kind in spite of that?" enabling bad behavior will never fix it. if you let a child hit you and scream insults at you without correction or trying to help them redirect their feelings, they're going to continue that behavior until something or someone forces them to stop

some people NEED their energy matched to realize how they treat others isn't okay, being kind to them and allowing them to be mean to you will only make them believe that you're under them and that you will allow them to treat you that way

kindness must be done in moderation but not at the sacrifice of yourself

we all have different views of what be believe is right to do. i think it's right that homeless people deserve housing and food and racist people think discrimination is okay. everyone has their own "justification" to themselves and in their minds of what they think and why they think it and that's what makes it hard

cruel words with good intentions don't balance out and the same way for kind words with bad intentions. they cannot be balanced because they were never on the same scale to begin with. they both weigh heavy on their respective ones

i think that's what makes it the hardest to connect with people that think so differently and are on either side of an extreme belief. it's like one scale being in pounds while the other is fluid ounces, to meet in the middle and become equivalent is worth more effort than it's worth most of the time

i just wish it was easier to see eye to eye with people and find common grounds without either side sacrificing themselves

i wish it was easier to be optimistic and i wish it was easier to be kind

[what-if-nct]

hiiii ok double reminder today because there's two whole songs to talk about lucky meeee

one: wayv!!! is back!!!! there is a new wayv song!!!!!!!! holy shit they're actually having a comeback!!!!!!!!! i love the song, i love how they managed to make the video look so glamorous even without the fifteen outfits and sets that I've come to expect from k pop mvs. but what's throwing me a bit is that the word "only" is a way of adding emphasis in indian english (side note: I've recently learned that india has the highest number of english speakers in the world, so it's surprising to me that indian english isn't more widely understood). like for example you could say "127 dream and wayv are all only nct only", where the "only" is just a way to emphasise the word nct. kinda like the word "just" in british/american english. so the title diamonds only makes me feel like I'm at a wedding and watching two aunties trying to one-up each other about their fancy jewelry and i find the idea of the wayv boys being at all involved in that scenario the funniest thing ever

two: Vernon released a solo song!! it's angsty and pop punk-y and he said he was inspired by Avril Lavigne and he's just so right for all of it. although my one critique is they beeped the fuck. let. idols. swear. please. i really like the song, but god imagine the absolute power of it if they let Vernon say fuck

Hiii! Yes! They've finally put out a song in fifty years and I love it. The video was very pleasing to my eyes. And that's cool I didn't know that, but it makes sense since I think correct me if I'm wrong India is one of the most populated countries? But oh my gosh I can specifically see Xiaojun and Ten in that kind of scenario. I watch a few Indian YouTubers and I recognize exactly what you're talking about. But I never really noticed it just understood it. I do that with a lot of English dialects and accents even if I'm not use to it I can understand it Like when Chan and Felix were talking about Aussie slang on the Zach Sang show. Even before they explained it I figured out what they meant.But I also watch a ton of Australian YouTubers.

And okay Vernon's song okay first of all for whatever reason Vernon is the only Seventeen member I keep up with and follow. I think I wasnt ready to commit to the full group but I adored Vernon predebut and stuck with him. Anyway watching Vernon's music video was the first time in my history as a kpop fan that I literally fangirled, screamed and almost cried. Like you don't even understand. Vernon brought me so much joy and took me back to middle school and love the song so much. He mastered that genuine pop punk sound and it spoke to me soul. And I agree let Vernon say the fuck word! Like i was literally squealing oh my gosh. And it would be Vernon of all people to do it. You have no idea how happy the song made me. I always isolate kpop from me like it's not exactly a genre I deemed that saved my life but pop punk post hardcore and metalcore are and I just never thought a genre that I like but never connected connected with would meld with the genre that means so much to me. Like to explain what different genres mean to me. It's post hardcore\metalcore\pop punk are who I am like that's me as a person. Country is my heart, pop is my bedroom, kpop is a wall in bedroom, and hip hop is my best friend's house I don't go there often but when I do its a vibe, fun and nothing but women. And Lana Del Rey and Taylor Swift are my best friend. They're their own genre of music. Anyway I love the song, I love Vernon. It does Lowkey have Lil Huddy vibes but I love lil Huddy so it's chill.

[eight-twenty]

Eight things: (The Lack of) Life Lately

the world is shite rn. but we are expected to live life normally somehow. so here's life.

Finding the fountain of youth I just turned 31 and a month, and the fading youth is starting to show. From the whites on my hair, the slowing metabolism, and the crackles from joints I never knew existed and the dimming lights on my eyes. When I was young (literally just more paychecks and a year ago) I used to find youth in trendy ampoules of skincare and habits guised under #selfcare. Now I've been finding it thru the consumption of things I used to (and should've enjoyed) as a kid, healing the inner child per se. In case it has not been sprawled out in my online spaces, I have been devouring Anime*, DraMione fan fiction**, Windows 2000 games, library trips, and for a brief moment of pure bliss I've been intentionally away from being online. 10/10 will recommend. Ironically, I've started this extra anti-aging routine thru the discovery of "The Life Lessons with Uramichi Oniisan", a limited anime series about a 31 year old children's host (I do children's parties on the side too!) who struggle behind the scenes work and his own bleak life. The consumption of childish media has put my mind in such a numbing state and I've somehow learned to take life less seriously--the hand drawn characters on screen can do the hardcore living for me. *Currently, the state of the world is giving off Marleyan and Eldian energy yeah? **Started by testing the waters through Manacled that it left a whole in my chest in the end, and found healing through DMATMOOBIL (the best after-cure of Manacled's dark themes) and Remain Nameless (the perfect combination of above titles). Escapism at its best. Living the cringe but free thirties indeed.

2. Relearning to be comfortable with visibility. Lately, I have been so careful about visibility, at least online. Lately, every piece of content I give away to the internet feels like creating a horcrux. Preserving my being through self expression online didn't use to feel so painful until of late. The online space used to be my refuge, the space where my irl personality could shine through because all I ever need to show up for it are words; it also used to be the place I can comfortably showcase my so-called income generating 'talents' (okay, not so-called, I know I'm capable) to make up for the lack of popularity and nepo connections. However, I have such a love-hate relationship with being recognized. Having an ounce of validation makes me want to squirm into a cave. Having too little recognition also makes me feel I'm doing my god-given skills a disservice. It takes a certain amount of privilege to not have to put your self out there, especially for someone who needs (and wants) and audience to shine through in their areas of passion. I am continuously learning and coming to terms that my work would never speak for itself without me calling attention to it. It's actually quite arrogant of me to think that people will just flock to my work--and to assume appreciating me for the raw talent without self-promoting makes me better than anyone. As a wise philosopher of my generation once said:

3. Inexisting is a fantasy that keeps me going.

Visibility being said, being invisible irl sounds so good rn. Being away from it all but without having to die or without having to be obliviated from existence has become a concept I've loved toying with lately I know I can't be invisible, but I can be inside a Pikachu mascot for a day, and that's the closest I can ever get to inexisting--and I kind of want that.

photo from reddit

Having to participate in society has become so daunting.

4. I've been going to church on Sundays again Hozier, my lord and saviour, once sang "If there was anyone to ever get through this life with their heart still intact, they didn't do it right." to which I also say "If you've been through catholic school all your life with your faith still intact, you didn't do it right"

Without the outside pressure of guilt, going to church on your own terms feels like therapy; the idea that someone else who is bigger and better than you is to be blamed for your misfortunes (and luck) feels nice. 5. Random wedding detail nobody asked for: I am a girl dad's gworl. I purposely didn't have a father-daughter dance at my wedding (as per tradition) because I hated the idea behind it, of it symbolizing the father giving his daughter (or responsibility) to the now husband. Why can't people just get married without the thought of having to be given away--or having give up the life you loved living. marriage built on other people's beliefs is so weird, man.

Husband

General piece of advice that nobody also asked for: Marry based on your idea of what a marriage entails, even if it's not practiced by many. Do it to create your definition, not by tradition.

6. The fear of "utang na loob" will ultimately be my downfall in this country life. Everything they say (by they i mean sitcoms) about Canada is true. People in Canada are awfully nice and are painfully so sincere about wanting to help. And perhaps the reason I'm struggling more than necessary is because not only do I now know/want to ask for help, but also because I don't know how to receive help without feeling like my life is to be built in returning the favor upon acceptance.

7. A charcuterie board of cheesy feelings I am also reaccepting how I am a super cheesy person at the core. I simply can't be cynical and detached (i have tried). I like reaching out first, i like sharing paragraphs about my latest obsession, i like take cares and nice meeting yous, sweetness and earnestness. I like giving warmth and affection. i think it's cool to.

I never really understood the idea of self-preservation. I never learned to quantify generosity when it comes affection (love, trust, even money). To quantify emotions and feelings (e.g. subscribing to the idea of not knowing how to love anymore because you've given to someone who didn't deserve it) is like believing in the concept of virginity—that a woman becomes 'less than' once it has been given. it's silly and outdated. To borrow from my (not a philosopher) old tweets filed under the thread "concepts and ideals that we need to stop preaching because the world is entirely different now"

the world continues to be entirely different the last time i thought it was different (taking at a worse turn i believe). send a paragraph long message of nothing to someone. that will surely mean everything. 8. Consistency remains to be a concept I struggle with, and that I believe is the solution to my being. Consistency to me is stripping away sincerity in exchange, and I have always preferred the latter.

[sherunsfaster]

And I also hate the idea that Leah's overdramatic about the guys. We didn't get a lot of insight into the pack dynamics since the story was mostly told from Bella's perspective but we still have plenty of evidence of the anti-Leah sentiments and we also all know how teenagers are. And teenagers having to deal with all of the supernatural drama on top of that would make things worse. I think it's clear that she probably butted heads most with Jake because he was going through his own heartbreak and feeling each other's pain did pit them against each other for a time. And then there's Paul that has the hardest time controlling his temper, so her backhanded comments set him off pretty easily. Besides Seth, she's least likely to lash out at Embry, because she feels for him and his situation with his mom not knowing and she respects his decision to keep her out of it.

Direct quote from Jake's mind: I remembered back to when I used to think that Leah was pretty, maybe even beautiful. That was a long time ago. No one thought of her that way now. Except for Sam. // Sam was going to give me hell for that, but it was worth it. Leah wouldn’t bug me anymore. And I’d do it again if I had the chance.

Also Jake:   “How do you think the rest of us like looking at Sam through your eyes? It’s bad enough that Emily has to deal with your fixation. She doesn’t need us guys panting after him, too.” // “ If you're upset about your gender confusion, Leah...”

Paul: You are such a pain, Jacob. I swear, I’d rather hang out with Leah. Jake: Ouch. Wow, I bet Leah’s really going to love to hear that you want to spend some quality time with her. It’ll just warm the cockles of her heart.

“Being the fastest was the only edge she claimed.” just say you're mad you're slower Jake it's fine.

And in the Eclipse movie when Sam and Paul both throw shade her way because of what happened with the newborn battle. She would have torn into both of them if it had happened when they knew Jake was going to be okay.

And of course even Billy gets involved in it. Saying she's more of a wolverine than a wolf, not to her of course, but I'm sure that got back to her.

Sam openly says he thinks imprinting is to give the best chance of passing on the gene while Billy thinks it produces stronger wolves. Both of these add to her worries about what not having her period means.

She is absolutely not innocent in this as she has mocked the likelihood of Bella dying to Jake and likely said some rather vile things towards all of them. Trying to keep everyone out of her heart to avoid losing them again isn't an excuse, even though she had lost her relationships with Sam and Emily and later Sue, even if most of the tension in the relationship with her mother is her own doing. Losing her father in the way she did completely destroyed her because she was a hardcore Daddy's girl. But she does have reasons to be miserable in pack life and it far exceeds hearing Sam's thoughts. While her and Jake butted heads the most, she still found him the better alternative than having everyone in her head and they were able to separate themselves from their hostility enough to build a meaningful connection to the point she remains his pack beta even after Embry and Quil join their side.

All of this sticks with her and while she's a little bit less caustic as she matures and grows past a girl pining over her high school relationship, even though she still feels without imprinting she and Sam would still be together, she still finds it very hard to let new people in.

[indiejones]

BOLLYWOOD LIFE & TIMES (& PRACTICES) BEFORE 1975-77 !

(Repost from June 2022, from previous id, to further h/l how strict public broadcasting norms were till 1975, & how post-Emergency times cut PM's hands off & gave rise to the free-for-all (in every way) we know over past half decade)

Few incidents from film related history, contemplating on the 'art imitating life or the vice versa' tussle. 1952 & it's film 'Shin Shinaki Boobla Boo' is among the first few times, we know of, the independent Indian Govt exercised it's given powers to censor entertainment content in society. (Though we know of more than a handful such incidents during British Indian times, starting from 1920, but for non-moral anti-Govt reasons). For it being the first out-&-out 'revenge action drama', making the Govt reason how 'it glamorizes & endorses jungle-like inhumane non-Gandhian principles, that too at the hands of the protagonists'. And how 'it promotes negative tendencies in people, using the cinematic crutch of justification'. Another even finer & most famous example of such proposed Govt interference in mass art, being this song from 1957 released & Indie All-Time Top 5 'Pyaasa'! Where no less than India's premiere film voice then, Nargis, in semi-retirement & in the 2nd last year of her 15 yr long film career as leading lady, stood in Parliament, in her capacity as Rajya Sabha member, and demanded this Guru Dutt song to be outright banned! Reasoning how it seemed to be promoting prostitution in India, moreover manufacturing more discord & discontent in the nation in general, in the garb of bemoaning it. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3ta4BmumQKc&list=PLm1v8VeYLVlmERFjKGjgAcxJiwPLNfx54&index=2 Such high artistic & mass communication standards set by our predecessors, as compared to just 25 or so years later, when the same Govt, in continuing reign, by late 1970s, came to give a veritable open pass to anything & everything in the name of art. Perhaps, & we can only speculate, borne outta a post-emergency India, where the Central Govt, was so heavily scarred by the criticism to it's over-reaction in imposing Emergency rule in India, even if on account of frivolous & perhaps unbecoming Oppn tactics (in allegedly conniving to get it's leader Indira Gandhi banned from elections over a trifle matter)..that it veritably turned a blind eye to every entertainment related matter, the germ, leading to the infamous 'Bollywood mutation of the 1980s'..one that totally transformed a once thriving & highly hailed industry, to a cheap medieval-aged pittance in existence, in comparison. One can well take their own sides, as to the chronological art-leading to- life or life-leading to art debate, though whether mass mutation of a entire society, & 2nd largest ever society of world at that, is easier, or that of a set of few thousands in the field of drama, I leave open to the public to mull over.

Another most entertaining report, from columns of film writers of 1970s, all connected to the 'art imitating life or vice versa' debate: Further confirming the Indie theory that film censorship was well-enforced, to keep movie content as non-corrupting to the Indian masses, as grossly possible, till as late as 1975 atleast, ie till Emergency times (1975-77)! Didya know that 4 major changes/cuts were forced by the Film Censor Board, upon 'Sholay'(75), one of the biggest b.o. hits in the history of Hindi cinema, in Indies All Time Top 125 (& by eons the greatest gangster flick of Bollywood - a gangster flick, as hardcore fans of today esp might say, whose raw biting teeth were quietly removed by out-house docs before release) ?! 1. Film goers & film writers hailing from Calcutta testify to how, 'Sholay' in it's 1st week of release, showed Gabbar Singh as an ex-army man, who was convicted for the murder of his senior officer, & twas that conviction he ran outta jail from. (Army man turning civilian murderer, was ofcourse wrong, so swoosh swoosh) 2. The 2 protagonists, Jai & Veeru, whose biggest charm was how they turned their life from being recidivist crooks to saviors, were actually shown stealing the bike, that the famous "Ye dosti hum nahi todenge" was shot on, from a guy at a dhaba they had another needless altercation with! (Nope, not done. Cut) 3. The murder of Ahmad (played by Sachin Pilgaonkar) was infact shown quite graphically in the first cut, so graphic, that the entire scene was ordered to be deleted, to be replaced by the famous 'ant killing' scene. The joke that carried on thereafter was, that Censors replaced a monstrosity with outright devilry, by replacing a screen murder with an actual one-of the poor ant. *Rofl. Slap* 4. The climax of the film in 1st cut had Thakur (Sanjeev Kumar) incidentally murdering Gabbar in course of their final brawl. But Emergency times couldn't have had a police-officer, even a retd one, taking law into his own hands, so replaced with the proper done thing. Bravo, to everyone. That's how All-Time Blockbusters were & are/ought be made!

[swagatron9]

Unleashed

Pairings: Thomas Hewitt x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut, hardcore, choking,

Summary: Thomas is a bit too soft for your liking

You were sat in Thomas' lap, lips connected with one another as the both of you savoured the moment of being home alone. Luda Mae had dragged Old Monty along with her to the gas station for work while Officer Hoyt was out doing officer things.

Thomas' hands were caressing your back soothingly as you grind your hips on top of him. Whenever you guys had some late-night fun, Thomas took pride in taking care of you and making sure not to hurt you. He treated you like you were fragile as he lightly held onto you, but this time you wanted something else.

Watching the way Thomas would easily tower over any regular person and as he threw people around with little to no effort made you feel hot and bothered even if the situation was a complete turn-off. His height, his arms, and the entire size of Thomas' form made you feel ways that you shouldn't. "Tommy." You mumbled as you disconnected your lips. You grabbed his hands and played with his fingers. “Choke me?” You look up at him through glossy eyes as you battered your eyelashes, desperation flowing deep through your veins. Thomas on the other hand was beyond stunned by the words that he was hearing, he couldn’t fathom why under any circumstances you would want him to choke you. “Please, Tommy. Your hands are so big.” You took one of his fingers in your mouth and slowly sucked up and down seductively.

Thomas cocked his head to the side as he watched your actions, but still he followed your begging. He wrapped one of his hands around your neck and let it rest there, he didn’t squeeze but simply left his hand there so the presence alone could make you feel like you were being.

You hummed as you continued sucking on Thomas’ finger before letting it go with pop. “Tommy, I want you to fuck me, hard.” You whined. “Treat me like I’m one of those other people and fuck me like you mean it.” Thomas was conflicted as he looked at you and then his hand. He didn’t want to inflict any pain towards you, but you were asking for it.

Thomas lifted you up and threw you down onto his bed, causing you to bounce up and down a little bit. You couldn’t hide the smile as Thomas stalked his way towards you. You felt like prey as Thomas eyed you down.

He hovered over top of you and then returned his hand back on your neck. With the grip he had on your throat he pulled you up into a kiss, growling as your lips collided for a sloppy kiss.

While the two of you kissed, one of your hands snakes down to undo his pants, only to stop when the hand from around your neck reached down and clasped onto your wandering hand. Thomas kept a tight grip on your arm as he shoved both of them above your head. While doing this he started to undo your clothes which took little effort as he ripped them apart, something he’d have to explain to Luda Mae about later.

You lay in your undergarments underneath him, writhing in desperation. For a second he admired your nudity, the way your body twisted and turned underneath his hold as you attempted to free your arms, then he pulled down your underwear. Thomas felt like a wild animal set free as he slid your underwear down, it wasn’t like this was your guys first time together, but it was his first time being able to act carefree and that was setting him off.

The finger that you were previously sucking on, slid past your walls as he pushed through your sopping hole. The thickness of his finger felt like the size most men’s cock and that’s what you enjoyed. Thomas slowly slid his finger in and out before picking up the pace.

Your back arched off the bed as Thomas’ fingers explored your hole, he would scissor them and move them around in ways that made him seem like a pro. “Gosh, Tommy!” You moaned as you felt your high approaching rapidly, but you were soon disappointed as Thomas pulled away.

The disappointment didn’t last long as you were roughly turned around so you laid on your stomach and one of your legs was pushed up. You could hear as Thomas undid his buckle and unzipped his pants. A new founding excitement erupted as you anticipated the feeling of his cock sliding in.

Immediately you clenched around him as Thomas slid in. Your walls contacted as Thomas drove himself deeper and deeper. Your breathing started to become erratic as you accepted the slow pace of Thomas’ thrusts. He was mocking you.

Thomas barely moved his hips but he did it enough for you to feel it before suddenly he thrusted hard into you. The sound of his skin colliding with yours echoed throughout the room and your eyes widened as your breath got caught into your throat. He did this once again, slowly he pulled back before fucking hard into you. Your entire body was jolted forward and the bed squeaked with very hard thrust forward. “Tommy, faster!” Nothing else needed to be said as Thomas and his intense cardio was put to work. His hips smashed against yours in rough thrusts while he harshly gripped at the flesh of your ass.

Between each hump he would spank your cheeks and watch as the flesh moved beneath his hands.

Your jaw started to ache from being wide open so you closed it and breathed through your teeth. The harsh breaths and moans urged Thomas along as he fucked your hole.

When you stopped saying words to him, Thomas gripped a hold of your hair and pulled your head back, his eyes baring into your own. Thomas held you in that position, back arched and head pulled back as he fucked you from behind.

You could already feel the pain you would be experiencing tomorrow and you knew you would need a massage more than anything after todays session.

You flopped back onto the bed when Thomas let you go and then you were flipped onto your original position on your back. Thomas jerked his cock over your stomach before releasing his cum. He was breathing heavy as he watched his cock twitch with each spurt of white semen.

“Y’all wanna be any louder?”

[nitewrighter]

Cindy Part 13

As always, for all parts, please refer to the masterpost.

This is it. Man I wish I could have something cool and goofy to say to offset all the emotions I’m feeling right now, but I’m gonna be honest, I’ve gotten really attached to this story, and I’m deeply touched by all of your enthusiasm and connection in reading it. This story was born out of frustrations of bad-faith readings of fairy tales, and... I dunno, over the course of writing it, it very quickly stopped being about frustrations with those bad-faith readings and more about telling a story because you love people. You love people because they’re messy and complicated and, like stories, they’ve got holes in them that make them all sorts of different things to different people depending on how different people in your life fill those holes. Does that make sense?  I’m immediately realizing that that the ‘filling holes’ metaphor could be interpreted in a very interesting way but I can’t really think of a better metaphor but my point is... thank you all for staying with me this long. Love or hate the ending, I’ll see you guys on the other side.

Content warnings for major character death and... wait for it... eye trauma.

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There is a royal wedding. You don’t throw the words “Intended Bride” around in a royal decree going out to the whole kingdom and not have a Royal wedding. Both the King and Cindy are absolutely delighted to plan the whole thing and admittedly they kind of butt heads over aesthetics and the menu at first but eventually they figure things out and my god the king adores her. The prince is a little embarrassed about the whole thing but oh boy he’s more than happy to have a couple extra dancing lessons with Cindy, parse out some event logistics with moving the wedding party from point A to point B and arranging for everyone’s safe exit from the party to local inns and estates and the appropriate after-parties with Brad and Gabe, as well as taste-testing some samples for the reception catering  (THE PRINCE GETS HIS PIES, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN).

Eunice paints Cindy and the Prince’s new portrait in the weeks leading up to the wedding—it looks much better than his old one—some say it’s because he looks a lot happier in this one, others say it’s because he’s looking at his fiancee in the portrait, which gives a much better angle to his jawline. Cindy is smiling out at the viewer of the painting, a rat in a dapper miniature guard uniform jacket on her shoulder.

The wedding itself is a fascinatingly egalitarian affair, outdoors in the palace gardens. The official ring bearer is a rat, sitting on its haunches with a ring in its little rat hands, carried on a velvet pillow by one of the king’s younger grand-nephews. The reception is catered by both the palace and some of Cindy’s favorite food stalls in the market. Kids of all classes are running around barefoot on the palace lawns and polished little heirs and scrubbed-raw ragamuffins alike are shoving child-fist sized bouquets ravaged from the gardens at the happy bride and nicking tarts from the buffet table. The queen’s privateers show up to the reception with kegs of rum and cool-ass fire-breathers and acrobats from far-off lands and they break into a musical number as is their custom. The local cheesemonger is rocketed to widespread fame and fortune through the sheer force of their le chevrot and is honestly unsure how they feel about it. It’s such a perfect combo of joy and chaos that even the king’s hardcore party-planning ass gets caught up in all the fervor of the event and he goes nuts on the dance floor and pulls the queen into it, too!

Dutiful Wine daughter is there and she catches the bouquet! Good for her! And she goes on to be the royal sommelier so actually she and Cindy are good friends and they have girls’ nights and sleepovers and Cindy just adores all of Dutiful Wine Daughter’s siblings. Eunice hangs out with them too because she has an ongoing commission with the palace of painting rats in fancy outfits next to bonsai trees and honestly she didn’t get out that much either prior to all this shoe stuff and it’s cool having friends. Prints of her rat-and-bonsai-tree paintings are extremely popular as a status symbol with both old families and the nouveau riche. Eunice honestly wishes her gay-as-hell mythological nudes were her bigger artistic legacy, but hey, y’know that’s how shit works when you’re a creative. You take what you can get.

Now, could I have the stepfam crash the wedding with the intent of humiliating Cinderella and then have a flock of fairy-possessed starlings peck their eyes out  to the horror of the entire kingdom? I mean honestly that would be fucking metal but I don’t think Cindy wants to see any eyes pecked out on her big day. And also everyone else was having a blast so that would be a real downer. Even if they are abusive assholes. And you KNOW my man Brad has security for the event locked down pat! Oh the stepfam tried, but they weren’t getting in. The stepmother even tried hitting Brad with “Let me speak to your manager,” which is when Gabe showed up like, “Oh hello, Madam. You may remember me, I’m the King’s Valet, and I had some questions about your deceased husband’s estate.” (Cue anime glasses glint). And that’s when the stepfam was like, “Actually we were just leaving.” So they go home to their increasingly filthy estate, growing piles of laundry, and absolute jungle of a garden.

Meanwhile, after a cozy little wedding night where they crack open a certain bottle of port with a unicorn on the label, Cindy and the Prince honeymoon at sea with the queen’s privateers. To put it mildly, it is a wild ride. And I could go into all the sword-fighting and musical numbers and rat shadow puppet theater and the prince wearing those slutty puffy shirts with the pec cleavage and also the passionate kisses next to sunsets on glittering seas, but we’re just going to shift the camera to the stepfam for a second here—I know, I know, they suck but don’t worry, Cindy and the prince are fine, and you gotta give a couple some privacy on their honeymoon, you know?

See, quality of life on the estate quickly plummets without Cindy doing… well.. literally everything. There’s no one cooking, no one cleaning, no one doing the laundry, no one gardening, and it doesn’t take long for the Stepfam to get at each others’ throats real fast. Their house is no longer in a suitable state for them to have anyone over—they have no one cooking to serve food to guests and the whole place looks like shit—one might say the garden got out of control with almost supernatural speed, and without anyone doing laundry, they quickly run out of clothes to make themselves presentable in public. By the time they actually miserably figure out laundry? Every family of fashion has spent the last two months talking about how the royal wedding was the most exciting social event of the season—or, in one case, about how their son eloped with a foxy acrobat that came with the privateers. The stepfam does two (2) loads of laundry and like… four miserable attempts at cooking and one wretched attempt at dishes before they go, “Okay fuck it, we’ll use the gold the palace gave us to hire a new servant.” So they put on their muddy, unwashed cloaks and put out fliers under cover of night. Eventually a handful of candidates show up to the house, but the conversation always goes the same—or at least some variation of it.

“I’m sorry, you expect me to do… all this… and you’re only offering me this level of payment?”

“As well as room and board!” The stepmother blurts out.

“…in the basement. It’s freezing down there—are you at least going to get thicker bedding?”

“There’s a hearth!”

“Well yeah, but you built the bed into an alcove on the far side of the room. What am I gonna do, sleep in the ashes? On the hearthstones?? Those are literal rocks!”

“But—”

“And you know this contract doesn’t say anything about overtime or weekends.”

“What the hell is a weekend?”

And the candidate would press their hands together like, “Look, lady, even if I was crazy and desperate enough to take this job, which I’m not, the conditions you’re outlining literally aren’t legal.”

“Luh… legal??”

“Yeah! Haven’t you heard about the DDWR?”

“The what?”

“The Decree of Domestic Workers’ Rights? It was ratified as soon as the prince and princess consort wed! Why do you think the whole kingdom was celebrating? Literally 75% of the shit you’re describing with this job is well outside of its parameters! 95% if you were really being serious about the basement shit!”

“P-princess… Consort…” the stepmother repeats.

“Anyway—like, for me it boiled down to this job or a leather tannery, and to be honest, you’ve made the leather tannery look way more attractive. But anyway, best of luck with revising your contract to meet DDWR standards. I’m out.”

And that happened about 5 times. Except replace “leather tannery” with “fishmonger’s underling who deals mostly in cleaning out the guts” or “dyer’s apprentice whose job more or less guarantees your arms will be a weird teal-y gray up to the elbows” or “Bog witch’s apprentice even though damp environments wreak havoc on my complexion.”

So once again the stepfam was up shit-creek without a paddle. Except the younger stepsister got a very bright idea of “Well, Cinderella did all that because she had nowhere else to go, right? All we need is someone we know has nowhere else to go! And if they’re young enough, they aren’t protected by that DD-whatever!”

And Stepmother is like, “Finally a decent idea!” And she looks at the elder stepsister like “Why didn’t you think of that? Did your brain bleed out of your toe-stubs?” So the Stepfam takes off for the local orphanage.

It’s not nearly as miserable and depressing as they were expecting. They can hear faint singing in one of the buildings, they pass by a classroom where a bunch of orphans are eagerly raising their hands at an arithmetic question, and out in the yard, one of the nuns is overseeing a bunch of cute grubby orphans working on the garden and congratulating them on cultivating excellent bean sprouts. The stepfam is steered to a directory office where they’re greeted by an unfortunately familiar face. The stepmother doesn’t immediately pick up on the rising dread at the stepsisters’ reactions on seeing a girl they had previously described to the prince as ‘looking like she was either going to cry or piss herself.’ Amelia looks fucking great—she’s a novice, not a nun yet, but it’s clear she’s found a really good environment for herself—all bright eyes and cheery smiles and the kind of customer service politeness you would find in a Waffle House waitress who has SEEN IT ALL. And there’s a flicker of recognition in her eyes at the stepsisters that tells the stepsisters, “Oh we’re fucked.”

“So!” Amelia tents her fingers, “You want to adopt one of our orphans. That’s great! Well, as soon as you pass our vetting process, we can set up meetings with children we think are best suited to your living situation.”

“V-vetting process?” The stepmother is remembering their house currently looks like absolute shit right now.

“Well, yes! Making sure the child is brought up in a clean, loving, and caring environment is first priority!” Amelia tilts her head cheerfully.

“We were hoping to just get an orphan as soon as possible,” the stepmother stammers, “You know how these children are so desperate for a home…Oh! And we’d like an older child—you know how it’s harder for the older children to get adopted—”

“But not too old,” the younger stepsister chimes in, “And strong, too.”

“Oh who doesn’t want a good home!” Amelia agrees, “However, with the OPA in place, there are ongoing vetting processes to make sure the children’s needs are being met.”

“The what?”

“The OPA? The Orphan Protection Act? It was ratified with the marriage of the prince and princess consort?”

“Her again…” the stepmother seethes.

“This act also granted massive amounts of funding to the support and building of orphanages so that we can provide the best possible environment until these children can find a home that truly loves them! Isn’t that wonderful?” Amelia’s shoulders bunch up all cute but the Stepmother is just bluescreening again with a high-pitched note screaming in one ear.

“So we can’t even get some useless gutter rat to do what needs to be done?” The stepmother huffs under her breath.

“I’m sorry, what did you call our children?” Amelia tilts her head.  

“Nothing,” the stepmother draws herself up from her seat. “We were just leaving.”

So like, another couple months pass for the stepfam, and like… shit gets weird and resentful. I think the stepmother started blaming the elder stepsister for fucking everything up with losing her toes, but like… it’s not exactly the eldest stepsister’s fault her toes were the ones bitten off, nor that she kicked the shoe off and shattered it in response. The fairy godmother hated them all for what they did to Cindy, so any one of them would have gotten their foot mangled by the shoe if they tried it on. The elder stepsister was just.. the first. But you don’t think rationally when your heart is full of resentment. If your heart doesn’t know what it loves, what it’s fighting for, then it just… fucking starts eating itself and gnashing out at anything close to it. And that’s how shit was with the stepfam. They were able to support themselves for a while by extorting gold from the palace for the eldest sisters’ ‘Medical expenses,’ but eventually the eldest stepsister had enough, left the house, married some sideshow owner at the pier, and eventually sent a letter to Cindy saying, “Hey, I don’t live with the stepfam anymore, so if they’re asking for money on my behalf, they’re full of shit. Also sorry for forcing you to do literally all the work around the house while insulting you on a daily basis or something. I guess. I don’t care if you actually forgive me. Don’t bother writing back.”  

Cindy does draft up several nice responses but eventually opts to just respect the ‘don’t write back’ wishes. The palace sends a polite letter to the stepmother congratulating her on her daughter’s wedding and saying they’re so glad she found someone to take care of her in spite of her medical expenses, and sending one final, decent-sized sack of gold as a ‘wedding gift’ even though they know the stepmother is just going to spend it on herself. Sometimes it’s not about forgiveness and redemption, sometimes you don’t know if this horrible person became a better person, sometimes you’re just glad they’re getting distance from a horrible situation.

And boy is it horrible.

The house is dilapidated as hell—we’re talking some Miss Havisham in Great Expectations shit. The Royal Restraining Order basically blocks the stepfam from attending crucial upper-class social events—aside from like, some horse races, and the regatta, and a good number of more middle-class social events, but they would never lower themselves to such sorry appearances!! To rubbing elbows with such riffraff! No sir! But eventually… it gets easier and easier for all the respectable families of the kingdom to just… stop inviting them to shit. So they’re in a filthy house, that’s basically rotting at this point for lack of maintenance, eating burned and undercooked and unseasoned or over seasoned food and regularly insulting each other over how they could stand to let them live in such a state. The older stepsister has already dipped but about a year later, eventually the younger sister can’t stand it anymore, scrapes up as much of her jewelry as she can sell, and takes off in the dead of night. I don’t actually know what happens to her. Like if you want to give her a whole redemption arc or whatever, go ahead, but all you’re going to get from me is a big fat question mark.

But the Stepmother? I can tell you what happens there, and I can tell you it’s not pretty.

Like, even if all of her interactions with her daughters were horrible arguments towards the end, like… at least that’s other people to like.. bounce off of, you know? At least there are other people around who, even if you’re all miserable together, give you a common sense of reality. When you’re all alone, and when you’re already miserable and bitter and completely convinced the world is punishing you and that has nothing to do with what you’re putting out into the world? Woof. Shit gets weird. Shit gets dark. I mean, the labor situation isn’t as bad when you’re just cooking and cleaning for yourself, but this is a big fucking house with a big fucking garden—it’s not designed for one person to live in and maintain. So whole wings of the house are closed off—furniture is covered with sheets—but more and more of the rooms are getting barer and barer as the stepmother is selling off furniture just to keep herself fed, hire drifters for one-off odd jobs, and keep up minimum appearances.

Maybe if the stepmother wasn’t so concerned about “riffraff” it might occur to her to lease out some rooms to tenants, but honestly the house is in such shit shape, it’s hard to imagine who’d really be willing to stay there.

The stepmother is pacing through the house, and every time she hears the wind through the hazel tree outside, every time she hears the chirps of starlings (and god, they’re getting louder) she swears it sounds like mocking laughter, or a coo of ‘Have you remembered to do the dishes?’ (The dishes are molding over in the sink—all the mold is probably not helping the mental health factor), or that it even sounds like Cindy’s goddamned singing.

And then, one night, when the stepmother is in bed, and the rain is pounding the half-rotted window frames, and there’s a cacophony of ‘tink tink tink tink tinks’ because the roof is leaking and she’s set out all of these pots and pans to catch the drips. The wind is howling through the hazel tree’s boughs, and it sounds like Cindy’s fucking singing again… and then, the Stepmother gets this grand revelation—The Hazel tree! That damned hazel tree that her stupid dead husband planted because he never actually loved her! He only ever loved the mother of that stupid little rat girl! The hazel tree is the ghost of that girl’s mother cursing her! It’s been so clear all along! So she springs out of her moth-eaten sheets and she races down the stairs, not even bothering to put a robe over her nightgown, out to into the mud of their fucking jungle of a garden which the semi-starved chickens now roam like mini-velociraptors themselves. The stepmother glares up at the hazel tree and then she furiously sludges through the mud over to the garden shed where she pulls out the axe she used to make Cindy chop firewood with. It’s very rusted at this point (and god her house is so fucking cold), but it’s good enough. It has to be good enough. Gripping the axe, snarling through her teeth, the stepmother goes to the hazel tree. She hefts up the axe for that first swing and hurls it down and THOK it bites hard and deep and cruel into the bark. Rain is pelting down on the stepmother and lightning flashes, but she doesn’t care. THOK. She strikes the tree again.

So like…you remember that whole bit I had about like, Fairy Godmothers being pretty dang strict about using magic to do ‘good’ and not focusing on curses and punishments? Like of course it was a whole thing because the Fairy Godmother herself emerged from a magic that was born from a very deep pain and grief—but Fairy Godmother actively chose to try and be a positive force in Cindy’s life because being a cruel fairy would just make things harder for Cindy. So even if she has to put up with lectures from other fairies, even fairy godmother’s vengeful, furious, bitter little ass is willing to try and be the bigger person for Cindy’s sake. So she really wasn’t doing anything to make the stepfam’s life harder—aside from the garden getting out of control really fast--but that’s more of a typical side effect of fae presence rather than an active act—but also she was mostly focusing on building back her juice after all the whizzbangs of the ball and the growing number of birds were more like a charging battery icon in this case. So she was literally minding her own business! But my point is—the Fairy Godmother code of “We don’t curse and punish people” goes right out the window when it’s a matter of self-defense.

And the stepmother was fucking with a tree she should not be fucking with.

The birds descended on her like a meteor shower. So many clawed little feet and beating wings and pecking beaks. The stepmothers’ screams were drowned out by cracking thunder and screaming birds and the boughs of the hazel tree moaning in the wind, and as a bit of a mercy by virtue of her own stress and malnourishment, the stepmother passed out at the peak of the worst of the pain. Rain still pounding down on her, her face staring blindly up at the sky, not even seeing the flashes of lightning. Pink water was crowning and overflowing out of her clawed out eye sockets. She was found moaning in the mud the next morning by someone duck hunting with their dog in the irrigation ditches nearby. She was carried inside her crumbling manse, dressed in the driest warmest clothes she had, her hollow, bloodied eye sockets covered with gauze, but fever had already well set-in, and her breaths were already shallow with pneumonia. I’ve mentioned before that this is a time when a cold at the wrong time of year can very much kill you—this is being out in the cold and rain with your eyes clawed out—open head wounds with the agony of exposed optic nerves.

A messenger was sent to the palace and, despite the prince’s assurances that “You don’t have to be there—” Cindy rushed over, along with the best doctors she could haul with her. And the prince followed after her because goddammit he worries about her! And he knows that whole situation’s fucked up!!

“I think you should hang back,” Cinderella pats his arm as they head up the stairs of her old house.

“But—” he starts.

“I… I can do this. It’s going to be okay,” she kisses him on the cheek, “I’m not scared.”

The prince presses his lips together with distress and Cindy goes, “Okay yes I’m very scared but… I’ll be okay.”

“Okay,” he says and he hangs back as she enters the room.

“Stepmother?”

The room is dimly lit. It’s overcast outside.

“Who is that? Who’s here?” The stepmother’s head is swinging around.

“Your highness, you should keep your distance,” the physician warns, his mouth and nose covered by a kerchief, “We don’t know if she’s infectious.”

“Highness?!” The stepmother squawks.

“It’s… me, stepmother,” says Cindy, maintaining a few steps away from the stepmother’s bed.

“Cinderella?”

Cindy feels like she’s really come to love her name in the two years she’s lived with it at the palace, but the way the stepmother says it still makes her stomach tighten.

“Yes, stepmother.” Cindy lets out a steadying exhale.

“I suppose I’ll be arrested now, as well, what with your 800 paces rule.”

“It’s been temporarily suspended, given the… circumstances,” Cindy fidgets with her fingers.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” The stepmother scoffs a derisive chuckle.

“No, no it isn’t what I want at all,” Cindy pushes a stray hair back.

“Don’t you play coy with me, you little witch—you and your singing. You and your rats. You and your—your cooking and sewing. You and your fucking tree. You—” the stepmother breaks into a wet coughing fit and Cindy instinctively takes half a step back, “You… You’ve been planning this for years, haven’t you?! I bet you made my daughters abandon me as well.”

“I—I haven’t. In fact, I’ve sent a letter to the elder and we have several men looking for the younger, so if you just hang on, I’m sure once they find out what’s happened, they’ll come too, and—”

“They won’t come, you little fool, you wretched—” the stepmother moans and presses the heels of her hands to her forehead.

“Please don’t strain yourself,” Cinderella says gently.

“All those laws you wrote… don’t act like you didn’t write them to spite me.”

“I didn’t write them to spite you—I had a lot of advisors to help draft the specific—”

“I don’t care!”

“Ma’am—” the physician starts.

“Shut up! No one asked you!” snaps the stepmother.

“I didn’t write those laws for just you or just me! I wrote those laws because I realized… I’m probably not the only ‘me’ and you’re not the only ‘you.’ I know I won’t be able to protect everyone, but if I can make a difference for at least a handful of people…” Cindy furrows her brow for a second, because she feels like what she’s saying right now is making sense, but it doesn’t seem to be making any significant impacts on the stepmother. Man, shit hits different when you’ve been living with people who actually listen to you.

The stepmother’s lips curl back from her teeth. “So you were still thinking about me when you drafted it…”

“Yes. I did believe that what you did to me shouldn’t be done to another person, and I did everything in my power to stop that,” Cindy huffs a little and looks around the room, “I think a part of me assumed you would still be fine in spite of that.” She looks at one of the pots on the floor with rainwater still in it from the leaky ceiling.

“And now you’re here to mock me at my lowest point.”

“I am not!” Cindy’s touching on a vein of anger within herself that she’s kept at bay with just calming breaths and there’s this flare of adrenaline in her, because she could punch down. She has every right to punch down, but she’s remembering a glamorous woman on her father’s arm, with two pretty girls hanging behind her skirts, and seeing her father’s fragile smile for the first time since her mother died, and all that is boiling down into a mild feeling of nausea.

“So what do you want?!” The stepmother demands.

“I don’t know, I just—I just thought you shouldn’t be alone,” Cinderella folds her arms tight across herself.

“You were the one who did this to me you rotten whelp!”

“I just made it so you would leave me alone! I don’t know what you did to yourself after!” Cindy blurts out furiously, but catches herself, “I’m sorry—you’re in so much pain already.”

“Oh shut up with your stupid, pathetic little morality play. Don’t act like this isn’t what you always wanted.”

Cinderella pushes her lips together. “This is never what I wanted. When I first met you…you seemed… so powerful and clever and beautiful and confident…and…I think I wanted to be like that, but mostly… I just wanted a mother.”

“A mother…?” The words float out of the stepmother, and like, even though there’s a band of gauze where her eyes once were, she fixes those bloody patches on Cindy, and Cindy suddenly gets this stinging memory of every time she assumed something good happening to her couldn’t be real, couldn’t be true, had to be some cruel trick because it was what she had known for so long. Maybe the stepmother couldn’t see Cinderella as her daughter because that would be too easy, too good to be true, and therefore, her only defense against something like that was quashing Cindy down. There’s a flicker of understanding, in that look between them, and Cindy sees the person she could have become, the person shaped by injustice and cruelty, had she not held onto the loving memory of her parents—Had she not had her little rat friends to comfort her, or even the Wonderful Hypothetical Party she was constantly planning in her head, had she not been able to shed her tears on that hazel tree. A short, breathy sound falls out of the stepmother, and at first, Cindy thinks she’s going to cry, but… it’s a chuckle. Then it seems to deepen and ripple in the stepmother’s already drowning chest, “A mother!” She declares again, like it’s the funniest punchline to the world’s longest joke, and that chuckle bubbles up into a full-on laugh interspersed with wet, hacking coughs. She’s laughing hysterically, the gauze over her eye sockets is darkening with fresh blood at the force of her laughs.

“Ma’am?!” The physician is stepping forward and Cindy is backing towards the door, but still the stepmother is convulsing with laughter.

The physician is calling for laudanum to calm her down, but suddenly that long peal of laughter seems to spiral and tighten in on itself like a tetherball whipping around the pole.

The stepmother dies laughing.

Cinderella stares at the still form in the bed, the physician fussing over her, trying to shake her back to consciousness, but there’s something about the way the stepmother’s features are frozen that tells Cindy it’s over. She sways on her feet for a few seconds, then blinks, and staggers to the door. As soon as she opens it the prince is taking her up in his arms, (of course his protective, fussy ass has been eavesdropping but also half frozen unsure whether to interfere because on one hand she said she’s got this but also holy fuck there’s a lot happening in there) and he’s pulling her out into the hallway. “I’m sorry,” he’s saying, “I should have come in, but I didn’t know if I would make it worse—I—you shouldn’t have been in there alone—”

“I’m fine,” her voice is hollow and blank, “I’m fine.”

“Cindy—” And there’s that mental log jam again, he wants it all to come out but it’s stuck in his throat. You’re not a fool. You’re not wretched. You’re not a rotten whelp. You’re not a witch. Actually you might be a witch because there’s still a lot I don’t know, but I don’t care if you are because if you are, you’re clearly a very nice one. But his mouth is just hanging stupidly open and he’s stammering a little.

“Can we go home?” She’s almost limp in his arms, not looking at him, “Please?”

They head out of the estate of Cindy’s father for the very last time, and they’re about to get into the carriage but Cindy, in a daze, unlaces her arm from the prince’s and kind of dizzily makes her way over to the hazel tree. She runs a hand over the two deep axe marks in the wood, “Are you okay?” She asks gently, “Did she hurt you?”

“Cindy?” The prince is deeply confused and concerned but his head jerks up as the hazel tree’s boughs creak and leaves rustle in a wind he can’t quite feel.

“You… didn’t have to do that for me…” Cinderella’s voice is a bit distant, “I’m not mad, I just…”

The tree rustles again and the prince is looking at the other trees surrounding the garden like, please tell me they’re moving in the wind, too.

Cindy’s neck cranes up at the boughs overhead. “Okay,” she says, “I—I understand. Take care of yourself.” And she gently kisses the bark before pushing away from the tree and kind of lightly, gracefully making her way back to the prince. The way she moves reminds him a bit of the fog that seemed to hang around her that night of the ball.

“Your um… your friend?” He asks a bit helplessly.

“Mm,” she just gets into the carriage and the prince mouths ‘What the fuck’ to Brad who just kind of shrugs before taking his place on the driver’s seat next to the carriage driver.

They go home. It’s a weird couple of days after that—they never really get in contact with the stepsisters, they send out news of the stepmother’s death but get nothing back, and Cindy’s staying in bed until noon for a couple days, but eventually she’s pulling herself to the palace gardens and to the stables and also she’s made a point of rescuing her now feral-ass chickens from her old estate and making sure they get back to their fat, happy selves. When she’s asked about the state of the house the stepmother left behind, Cindy just kind of blankly says, “It’s not mine anymore,” and everyone eventually accepts that that’s the answer she has to that.

Another few days pass. Servants say that Cindy’s eating more again and she and the prince can be heard quietly talking long into the small hours of the morning.

Another two weeks pass and Dutiful Wine Daughter and Eunice motion to whisk Cindy away for a few days by the sea. The prince voices some concerns but the queen 100% supports this girls’ trip and they depart. About a week and a half later, Cindy returns seeming a lot more energetic than she was before. Also she has a handful of cute new outfits—Cindy keeps forgetting she can actually buy clothes now—and loads of recipes for wine steamed mussels and chowders and fish fried in breadcrumbs, and also they have a little bowl of the mother yeast of the local sourdough which Cindy is very excited about.

A few more weeks pass and Cindy’s more or less back to her earnest, kindhearted self, still making her bed every morning (and of course roping the prince into it because it’s his bed too, dammit) still poking around and sometimes backseat-driving the palace kitchens, and still insisting on embroidering cutesy things into the guards’ uniforms when she notices a loose button or thinning elbows, not to mention she has her chickens to fuss over and rats to make cute clothes for—she’s still finding that no-filter self she had at the ball, but every so often it comes out and the prince gets the stupidest, most lovestruck grin on his face. She has the strength to show up to council meetings again, and the king and queen are very relieved to see her there.

I feel like we all have a very weird relationship with the term ‘happily ever after’ because like, life isn’t like that—that’s the term that’s come to breach suspension of disbelief even in a goddamn fairytale. Cindy’s put on some pounds at the palace and she looks great—like she doesn’t get as cold as easily, she doesn’t have that ‘orphan hollow eye socket’ thing going on, she doesn’t get dizzy when she stands up too fast, plus, her boobs look amazing. Fairy godmother would be proud. It isn’t just endless bliss forever because if it was like that, shit would be really fucking weird—if bliss is all you know, then is it actually bliss? I think you need the odd pain and argument and frustration and maybe even heartbreak here and there to really appreciate what you have, and for the record, Cindy and the prince overall have something really good—but like… they have an awareness about it—they know it’s a thing they both have to actively work on and be conscious of, because that’s actually how this shit works. Love takes patience and attention and work, but at the end of the day, it should be work that makes you feel satisfied with, both with yourself and your partner. It doesn’t have to be happily ever after—it’s quiet afternoons of listening to rain on the window and your partner reading aloud to you while you work on a new dress with some cool fabrics your mother-in-law got you because she saw them and thought of you. It’s you and your friends trying to go all ‘incognito’ because your cool friend found a cool new cafe downtown but the captain of the guard still insists on coming along for security reasons and god bless him he is trying to look like a civilian to maintain your facade but the man is fucking huge and everyone keeps flirting with him. It’s your father in-law’s valet quietly slipping you his footnotes on the drier texts of the kingdom’s legal history to help you get up to speed for another council meeting and you smiling at his snippy sarcastic little comments in the margins. It’s even headdesking at said boring as hell council meeting and your father-in-law quietly sliding you a cup of tea with a warm smile because yes, this stuff is boring but he’s pretty sure you’ll still get your motion to fill those potholes passed, just hang in there, kiddo. It’s good things and bad things and sometimes long stints of crazy shit—but the only constant is that you’re with people who love you and care about your well-being, and you love them, and want the best for them, too.

Now you’re probably asking, “okay but do Cindy and the Prince have kids? Because that was a pretty big deal for the king.” And I’m gonna leave that up to you. All you really need to know in that regard is that there’s a healthy hazel sapling in the royal gardens, and the king isn’t pressuring them nearly as much for grandkids as he thought he would be since they opened up those really high-grade cozy orphanages. The king reads books to the kids there, every Sunday. I’m like 80% sure the kids there don’t even know he’s the king, they just like that he does the voices. The queen still gets up to her usual adventures and bullshit, but actually does make more of an effort to include her family now, to mixed reactions from everyone. She plans on teaching Cindy fencing, or maybe boxing—that’s therapeutic, right? She’s sensitive—she knows she is. She’s going to be the best mother-in-law ever, goddammit.

Meanwhile Cindy and the Prince will sometimes spend a day riding horses together, they go through fields and through the woods and cut crazy paths between village roads and farmland footpaths, and sometimes, they ride down a road where a while back, a pumpkin bounced along and exploded on, and they ride that road until they reach a big, familiar house, crumbling with neglect. There’s a hazel tree there, and it’s grown so big it’s practically growing on the house.

The tree looks like it’s eating the house.

The End.

[yn-dreamlife]

Mr. Confident

Warnings: Simping over tama, smut under the cut, daddy kink (eventually), dom/sub dynamic, he calls reader bunny, dumbmification mentioned, breeding kink, degradation (kinda)

Description: Tamakis secret confident/dominant side (you will pry this from my cold dead fucking hands)

Tamaki Amajiki was a shy guy, there was no doubt about that in everyone's mind. Well, everyone except you. You could see it, the glint in his eye when he took charge of a situation which were few and far between.

You saw it when he had to take charge and hold back three villains on his own during the mission to save Eri.

You saw it when he had to take charge during a situation with panicked civilians, when he would take charge and while yelling orders he would still be able to calm them down with his natural demeanor.

You saw it when he got recognized by a child, albeit it was much smaller than but it was there, he knew at that moment he wasn't the shy student but he was the brave pro-hero.

Now Tamaki being shy was NOT a bad thing, you found it cute and endearing. And so did everyone else, it is what allowed him to be so loved by the people.

While Mirio and Nejire were both loved for their bubby personalities he was different out of the big three. He was loved because even tho he could be 'Mr. Confidnet' as his friends would call him, he could still be soft-spoken and full of stutters.

You wouldn't change him, honestly, you wouldn't. But there was one other time you saw that glint in his eyes, and that was with you.

When you would look up at him his larger stature causing him to also have look down at you. it flickered whenever you would say "yes sir," in a teasing manner. It happened really whenever you came around, you noticed it his friends noticed it and so did he.

He enjoyed the feeling of confidence that washed over him when it came to you. Of course, he still blushed and stuttered and he never acted on what his confident mind wanted him to because in his mind you fell for shy him you wouldn't want 'Mr. confident'.

He was wrong in that regard, you see while you may be a hero and you may be an independent woman, you were also a naturally submissive person.

You remember the first time you really saw his confident and dominating side in your relationship. Not that he was ever the submissive mainly because you were too submissive to ever dom him.

But the first time it happened was when it was just the two of you. You on top of him riding him in bliss loving how he made you feel. And you didn't mean for it to slip, honestly.

there were other times you wanted to bring it up, on many occasions in fact but you never did because it never felt like the right time. But you two had been together for two years, you were out of high school and into the hero world.

And after being with him so long your submission was already his, there was no doubt in your mind. You always tried hard to hold it back till you two talked about it but this time it slipped.

"P-please sir!" His body tensed but you didn't stop as you saw the glint coming more to life in his eyes. "Please l-let me c-cum." you moaned out as you continued to ride him. The words that rang over and over in your mind, the begs that you never let out began to slip.

A surge went through him when the words fully processed in his head and before you could blink you were underneath him, your ass in the air. Tamaki didn't like to be on top often acting like he was too shy to pound into your tight heat like he wanted. He was just so worried you wouldn’t like that, but he did have a suspicion you would and those words just seemed to confirm it for him.

you whimpered as you felt empty and you were so close to your high, but it was cut off by a loud moan as he slammed back into you.

"Do you want to c-cum for me b-bunny?" He said lowly in your ear as he continued to move rapidly inside you. You nodded quickly but he tsked at you, "Now now I know my g-girl can use her words cant she? Be a good girl and tell me." He purred into your ear as he bit at your ear and neck his hips no longer moving.

"Please, sir! Please I need to cum so bad let me cum for you!" He relished in the way you begged for him, his confidence only growing.

"Go on bunny, cum for me." He said as he began to pound into you once again. He reached his arm down so his hand could find your clit and he rubbed it as he continued. "Show me how good I make you feel."

As he felt you come undone around him he wasn't far behind his thrust gradually becoming sloppy. But your begging pushed him over.

The words poured out of your mouth on their own accord as ecstasy washed through you. “Yes please fill me with your cum! Want your cum deep in me, breed me please sir!”

That seemed to be the final push for him and his mouth poured absolute filth into your ear as he came deep inside you.

“Gonna fill your tight little pussy bunny. You feel me stuffing your greedy little hole? This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Want me to make you my own personal breeding toy?” And all you could do was moan and blissfully take it.

After that day you two sat down and had a proper talk about it. Deciding your hard and fast limits and negotiating others, setting safe-words and signals as well as establishing roles. And surprisingly Tamaki was less blushy and stuttery than you.

“Alright, bunny let me ask you, what do you want from me?” His voice was soft yet steady as he looked at you. You forced yourself to hold his gaze.

“I-I want you to-to take care of me. I want to serve you and make you feel good and I....” you trailed off.

“And you? Go on bunny, being so good for me already~” he cooed to you softly.

“Want you to make all the thoughts go away when they’re too much.” You mumbled softly get loud enough for him to hear.

“And how can I do that baby?” He whispered as he cupped your cheek.

“By uh.... well y-you know by-“ you broke finally the heat in your cheeks becoming too much as you covered your face with your shaking hands and rapidly shaking your head.

He eventually coaxed it out of you albeit, in a somewhat roundabout answer he found out you like the idea of dumbification, you want him to fuck you stupid whenever it gets to be too much.

The thought made his clock twitch but he decided that would be for another day so he allowed you two more time to talk about what you needed to.

And now a month later the time has come. He could see it, the jitteriness in your form. The agitation and the snappy attitude, you were never a brat for him every time you tried all he had to do was whisper something along the lines of

“I thought you were my good girl?” Or “don’t you want to make me happy, bunny?” And you were once again his obedient little thing.

You two had yet to delve into anything too hardcore, the most being rougher sex and dirty talk mentioning breeding. He had yet to cum in you more than once whenever he did. Nor did he act on the idea of degradation or dumbmification.

Although the idea of you becoming nothing but a babbling little cocksleve for him to use always made him rock hard. So when you came home and slammed the door and promptly threw yourself into his lap he knew what he needed to do. He wanted to see if you would ask first though so he waited.

“Hey, bunny.” He whispered softly running a hand up and down your back and running his nose along your hairline. This was the first time you two could see each other for more than just a fleeting kiss. Thanks to hero work you two had been busy.

You said nothing but have a low grunt in response along with a deep sigh. “Long few days at work?” You nodded. “Wanna talk about it?” You shook your head.

He held you for a bit and he could feel you grow restless. Your body shifting above him just barely stopping when his hands met your hips. “Bunny?” He whispered and you still said nothing. “If you want something use your words.” He could practically feel your body just melt at his dominating tone.

“N-need you sir.” You finally mellowed.

“You already have me right here silly.” You groaned knowing he was teasing you. Knowing he wanted you to say it. He felt your cheeks heat up as you hid your face deeper in his neck.

When he still didn’t give you what you wanted when you tried to roll your hips only to be met with his hands holding you still he heard your needy voice right near his ear.

“Please, sir. Please use me for your pleasure and don’t let me think about anything but you. Jus’ wanna make you feel good. I just want to be your little toy~”

His breath hitched, of course, he was expecting it but to hear you begging for him like that sent a wave of excitement through him.

"You want me to use you?" He whispered his teeth grazing against your earlobe as you shivered at the feeling of his warm breath.

"Yes"

"Yes, what?" He asked moving to grab your jaw, squeezing your cheeks together to form a pout on your lips. "Go one bunny, yes what?"

"Yes, daddy!" You finally squeaked and this time you had caught him off guard. No one moved, and no one spoke. You had half the mind to get up and run from the embarrassment but the second you made to do so you were being flipped onto your back only to have a blown-eyed Tamaki on top of you.

"T-tama?" you whispered.

He chuckled the sound low and deep sending a vibration through you where your chests were connected. "That's not my name anymore bunny."

[abbidavisart]

Silver Millennium Sailor Princesses and Species Breakdown Once again heavily inspired by @emsartwork ‘s Winx art I know a lot of people tend to base the solar system species in various historical Earth cultures, but I wanted to avoid making them too human-ish. I wanted to explore; “Besides magic, what would a species need to survive on or around these planets?” as well as “How can I connect their powers to their respective planets?” Hardcore infodump under the cut Part 2 (Outers) Disclaimer; I am not a scientist, this is all space fantasy nonsense

General info; - I interpret the Silver Millennium as an interplanetary empire with the Moon serving as a capital and the other planets functioning as colonies.

- I know they’re called “castles”, but it’s my headcanon and I’m gonna make the Senshi’s castles expansive enough to house and provide for at least a small population.

- We know that in manga canon the moon kingdom had a magic dome that allowed for a breathable atmosphere, nature, etc. I’m extending this to apply to each of the planet’s castle complexes, however this does not wholly negate the effects and differences of their natural ecosystems/lack thereof nor their rotations.  -I’ve used pointed ears as a shorthand for “not human”, also because i think they’re cute.

Moon Kingdom -Basically no melanin; these guys are super pale, and heavily dependent on  ~magic~ -Wings; Queen Serenity had very delicate wings, and I’ve reinterpreted Princess Serenity’s back bow as a smaller pair of wings that would have grown larger had she lived long enough to reach maturity. We also see wings on Eternal Sailor Moon and Neo Queen Serenity, so we can infer that wings=powerful magic. Mercury / Mariner Castle -Mercury’s lack of atmosphere means that even though it is the closest planet to the sun, it can’t retain the heat it gets during the day. Because of this, any humanoid living on Mercury would need to be resistant to extreme temperatures. Having heat be centralized within the body would help minimize loss of body heat, and would also give the appearance of a slight bluish tinge to the skin of the hands, ears, and feet. -To reflect Mercury’s extreme temperature variation the range of skin tones is also very extreme, with people tending to be either very pale or very dark, but not typically in the mid-range of those tones. -Tapetum Lucidum is a reflective membrane in the eye that allows vertebrates to see in the dark. Compared to Earth Mercury has a very short year, but a very long day-night cycle. A tapetum lucidum would allow for Mercurians to see during their period of protracted night.

Mars / Phobos-Deimos Castle -Mars is basically a very dusty, dry desert. Like many desert creatures, Martians have long think eyelashes to protect their eyes from wind and sand. -Mars has a thin atmosphere, so it doesn’t retain heat very well. because of this, Martians have comparatively small, dense and muscular bodies, have a higher internal body temperature and require less water. -A thick epidermis is another adaptation to protect against the gritty, dusty environment.

Jupiter / Io Castle -Jupiter was tricky; because it is a gas giant, there is no natural surface to work off, so I primarily focused these attributes around Sailor Jupiter’s elemental powers of electricity and wood. -Jupiter’s small population is restricted to the Io Castle complex on the mountainous surface of Io, but draws electrical energy from the planet’s supercharged rotation. This electricity helps boost the yield of crops.

Venus / Magellan Castle -Venus is quite bright in the night sky because it’s atmosphere is FILLED with highly reflective clouds of sulfuric acid. Sailor Venus is associated with the elements of love, light, and metal (gold). As you can see; I had to make them as SHINY AS POSSIBLE. -I wanted to work in Venus’ association with beauty; however, beauty is subjective, and I don’t want to present any one set of characteristics as being more attractive than another. So, I kept their colors within human ranges, but their skin and eyes have metallic/reflective pigments, giving them a gold sheen. -Though Venus has an atmosphere, it does not have a metallic field. This means that Venusians are godawful at directions. -Note that the Princess of Venus is slightly paler than most Venusians; this is because she is half Lunar on her father’s side. This is why she was chosen to be Princess Serenity’s body double.