#i have never committed to something so hard

[coldeforprez]

IS IT THE WAY; 2003 • TEASER

Elias "Stack" Moore has "loved" and lost more than his fair share of women— and rarely thinks twice about it. But there's only so much a man—alive or otherwise—can take. And he's been a gentleman long enough, right?

pairing: vampire!Stack x black!OC warnings: suggestive themes, swearing, angst, not much right now other than y'all getting edged by this teaser..enjoy? word count: 590 words ( final wc tbd o_O )

dear reader 💌: um hi! Michael and I have been in a committed partnership since like 2015 and I've always silently loved a good fic so I pretty much live in the back alleys of Tumblr with all my random hyperfixations clutched tight to my chest. However, my brain chemistry has been forever altered after seeing Sinners and I MUST get this idea out of my head and into your hands. I've always loved writing and I kinda wanna actually get a life and nurture some hobbies so this is me trying that (you're my accountability partner now.)

He strolled in right at midnight. Just as everything had gone quiet and the once raucous city streets were now eerily still.

She didn’t turn when the door opened. Didn’t flinch when his footsteps found her.

She’d known he would come eventually. Even when she didn’t want him to—he always did. The problem was that she’d never quite figured out which she preferred more: his absence or his presence.

She never had to question whether or not she still wanted him. Hell, she spent more time than she’d like to admit reminiscing the countless ways he’d expressed his insatiable hunger for her in this almost century-old dance they’d been doing.

He doesn’t announce his presence. No smooth line. No performative charm. Doesn’t even breathe too loud.

His coat’s worn in random spots—like something time had toyed with endlessly and then tossed aside. For a quick moment, she wonders if he’s fallen on hard times since the last time he’d blessed suffocated her with his presence. That’s how she felt, too—every time they slipped outside each other’s orbit. Like she was just waiting breathlessly in the wings for the next act of their whirlwind… whatever it was they have.

On the exterior, she’s the picture of indifference. Takes the time to sip the drink clutched between her sharply manicured fingers. Letting the silence stretch—uncomfortable for most, but not for them.

Just as she’s worked up the nerve to acknowledge his presence—

“Del.”

A beat. The space between them has never seemed further.

“You still carryin' the weight of the world like it belongs to you, baby.”

She breathes out a soft, humorless sound. Doesn’t smile. Refuses to turn her head to give him the satisfaction of getting a glimpse of the mental spiral his sudden appearance has catapulted her into.

“And you still talk like a ghost that don’t know it’s dead.”

He inches closer. Slowly. Like if he moves too fast, she’ll vanish again.

“Maybe I am.”

She turns swiftly toward him—eyes sharp, expression unreadable. With a slight furrow in her brows and something cold yet vulnerable in her voice, she asks a question that likely won’t have a sufficient answer—

“Why now?”

A brief pause. His usual sly grin is noticeably missing—his mouth opens, then shuts—like he’s chewing on the words but they just don't taste quite right. Yet he doesn’t blink when he says it:

“Ain’t know how much longer I could stay away.”

She doesn’t respond. Not right away. Just lets out a quiet chuckle and tips her glass toward him—dry, disbelieving.

“Even after all these years…” She shakes her head, almost smiling. “You still one smooth motherfucka. I’ll give ya that.”

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[bucketbueckers]

to make up for my very angsty first impression, i have a fluffy azzi x reader request !! so its highkey based off of “in a good way” by faye webster and basically azzi and reader have been dating since high school and it’s super cute and cliché in a way like reader was cheer captainn and azzi was (and still is) a star basketball playerr and one night while folding doing laundry and ranting or something equally domestic azzi just takes a moment to appreciate reader and all she’s been through with her and starts tearing up and stuff. take all the time you need and want with this because ik ur gonna eat anyways😉��

-⬇️ anon

IN A GOOD WAY

pairing: azzi fudd x fem!reader

content: pure fluff, slight injury mention (it's Not!!! angsty)

wc: 2.1k

synopsis: Azzi Fudd loves every part of you – the bright and bubbly cheer captain who cheers the loudest for her at games, the halfway put-together, organized mess when you’re a few hours into studying, the soft, relaxed, domestic girlfriend when it’s just the two of you in her dorm. Sometimes, she just can’t believe how lucky she is.

notes: ⬇️ anon is my goat pls put some respect on her name!! i loved this prompt as soon as it hit my inbox and i was so excited to write it although i had to calm down and finish my other projects 😭 hopefully i do this justice for you ⬇️ and as always i hope y'all enjoy 🫶

Azzi Fudd loves every part of you.

The old and the new, the complicated and the simple, the good and the bad. Azzi loves the fact that you can’t fall asleep without reading before bed. Azzi loves the way you make everyone feel included. Azzi loves that you’re unapologetically real, always prepared to be honest, yet kind.

She first fell for the bright, bubbly cheer captain who smiled at her from the sidelines in high school (the first game she noticed you, she shot for a dominant 9-10 from three) but she fell even harder for the girl outside of the uniform, who had unparalleled basketball knowledge. The two of you liked the same players and rooted for the same teams.

And, sure – you were cliche. You were the cheer captain, the first freshman in your high school history to do so since you’d impressed your coaches while on junior varsity in middle school. You were Azzi’s biggest fan on the court. It came with the job title but you’re sure you would cheer for her any day, any time, any where. She was kind, incredibly passionate, and the best shooter you’ve seen in a long time. Azzi was a basketball star, known for a precision and athleticism not mastered by many girls her age. Somewhere in between the squeak of sneakers and the sizzle of pom poms, you’d fallen for each other – hard, and honestly? Neither of you ever looked back.

You followed her to UConn. You put in applications to every college she was considering committing to (although she was obviously going to be a Husky), not really wanting to do it unless it was with her.

And, well, some things never change. You’re still the cheer captain, although getting the position was a lot harder than it was in high school. Azzi is still that star basketball player, whose three-point shot is deadlier than it was when she was fifteen. She’s been through a lot – injuries, surgeries, and countless hours of rehab, but you were the unwavering constant. You were there with ice packs, compression sleeves, and uplifting words when she was down on faith. Together, the two of you have been through a lot, and no matter what, you wouldn’t change anything about your story.

You love every part of Azzi Fudd.

The scars, the smiles. The trials, the tribulations. The highs, the lows, the in-betweens where you reminded her that she was resilient. Unbreakable. And now, a champion. You love the fact that she’s a menace in disguise, hiding mischief behind a soft-spoken voice. You love that she pushes you just as much as you push her. You love that despite you wearing the skirt and waving the pom poms, she’s your biggest fan.

It’s not hard to forget her first surgery. It was in 2019 – she’d torn her ACL and MCL during Team USA nationals. You were right there with Katie and Tim, a spark of unwavering optimism and determination in spite of the injury that would shape her career. There wasn’t any time or any room to be afraid, but part of you knew. You knew this wouldn’t be the end of Azzi’s basketball career, that she would come back from this injury because she belongs on the court.

On nights when recovery was harder than most, you were there. Any and everything she needed, you had the remedy. Heartfelt confessions, distractions, anything to remind her that she wasn’t fragile. You couldn’t sleep without a book before bed, so you’d read her your favorite parts.

From Charlotte’s Web, you read, “‘Why did you do all this for me?’ he asked. ‘I don’t deserve it. I’ve never done anything for you.’” You’d paused only to brush your fingers across the callouses in her hand, feeling her stiffen, alarmed by the similarity of the words. “‘You have been my friend,’ replied Charlotte. ‘That in itself is a tremendous thing.’” And, although you were only reading, you’d squeezed her hand to let her know that you meant every word.

She asked you to read Little Women. In it, Alcott wrote, “I am not afraid of storms, for I am learning how to sail my ship.” Azzi liked that line the most – so you reminded her of it every night.

You knew that Azzi would come back from injury because she belonged on the court. You believed in that as much as you believed in the two of you. Unwavering. Without question. And when you watch her finally cut down that net, trying not to cry into your pom poms, she smiles at you in a way that feels like, I couldn’t have done this without you and you smiled back in a way that said, You won’t ever have to.

That’s just the belief your relationship is founded off of – never having to do it alone. She shows up for you all the time. Research presentations when you need a loving face in the crowd. Study help when everything feels a little overwhelming. When you’re sick and she tucks your blanket in under your chin, makes sure your soup is hot, and she doesn’t leave until you’re healthy and you have to repeat the process all over again because she’s caught your cold and she just grins at you through a coughing fit like it’s all worth it (because it is). 

Sometimes, Azzi can’t believe how lucky she is to have you. How lucky she is to have gotten it right on the first try. She tells you all the time but you’re so annoyingly humble about it that she just shows you instead. Flowers, reminders throughout the day to hydrate and eat something more than the granola bar she always packs in your bag because you have such a hectic schedule and forget to make time to eat, intentional date nights so you don’t lose track of each other when life gets busy.

She’s going to marry you one day. That much she’s sure of.

“And so I’m telling KK, no, you can’t hide your water balloons in our dorm,” you’re saying one night, folding laundry. Your voice is enough to snap Azzi back into the present, where she blinks once at you, having zoned out. You hold a shirt in the air, studying it with a confused look on your face, before turning to Azzi. “Babe, whose shirt is this?”

Azzi takes one look at it before clearing her throat. “It’s Jana’s. KK hit her with a water balloon the other night, remember? We washed it for her because their washer is old and decrepit.”

You nod, humming as you remember, and without a second thought, you fold it up and set it in a separate pile for Jana, who has affectionately wormed her way into yours and Azzi’s life under the guise of being your child. Really, it was most of the underclassmen – KK, Ice, Morgan, Allie. Sarah claimed to want no part in it but Azzi could tell she silently enjoyed you fretting over her. It warms Azzi’s heart – how willing you are to accept her teammates, her friends, her family into your life like they’re your family, too.

“Where was I?” you ask, reaching for a pair of Azzi’s compression shorts to fold.

“KK. Water balloon,” she responds, taking a seat on the couch, folding one of your shirts, and grinning when she realizes it’s an old one of hers.

“Yes, thank you!” You hardly look up from the laundry in front of you as you ramble. Azzi takes the moment to truly breathe you in – the oversized shirt you’re wearing, old, worn, and reading St. John’s College High School Girl’s Basketball, a pair of her Nike boxers sticking out below the hem. Your hair is barely up, loose and messy and still slightly damp from your shower. You’re the most beautiful woman she’s ever seen. The sound of your voice reminds her that she’s supposed to listen.

“So I’m like, girl. Girl boo. Kamorea Arnold, my first born son. You are not hiding your water balloons in Azzi’s dorm,” you rant, still folding clothes. “First of all, we want no part in this prank war between you and Ice. We’re your parents. We’re not picking sides. And, like, hypothetically, if we were, we’d be on Sarah’s side.”

“Right,” Azzi agrees, shirt forgotten in her hand as she stares at you, a stupid little smile on her face.

“Second of all, she would not be cleaning that mess up,” you continue. “She’s never used a mop a day in her life. We’ve spoiled her, baby. Our son doesn’t know how to clean.”

“Uh huh,” she hums.

“And then KK pouts at me, Azzi,” you bemoan. “She pouts at me! And, you know, I try really hard to be the nice guy. She’s our friend and I guess Ice technically started it when she ate KK’s last bag of Tru Fru, but that’s not the point, right? We can’t let her keep the water balloons here ‘cause you know as soon as Ice walks in, boom. Water everywhere. Balloon pieces stuck in furniture. And oh, wouldn’t you believe it, here’s a scrap of balloon I found sucked into the fan of the Playstation. I mean, that hasn’t happened yet, but you can see the vision, right? It’s literally a nightmare waiting to happen.”

“A nightmare,” Azzi repeats, but she’s hardly thinking about what mess KK has gotten herself into this time. She’s just watching you, the love of her life, the mother to her teammates, do something as simple and as domestic as fold clothes, and all she can truly think of is how devastatingly in love with you she is. All she can think about are the years leading up to this moment – the first time she asked you out (it was after a game and you somehow made sweat look radiant), the first time she kissed you (she hadn’t even meant for it to happen, you were just laughing at something she said and she just had to feel your lips on hers), the first time you told her that you loved her (her brain stopped functioning for a solid five minutes and all she could do was smile at you).

It’s hard to fathom just how much the two of you have been through together. It would be enough for any other person to run away, to call it quits, but there’s something about you that embraces the challenge, that welcomes it in because you couldn’t imagine living if you couldn’t love Azzi Fudd. There’s something about the both of you that will just be hopelessly stuck within each other’s orbits until the end – something about the fact that neither of you mind it all too much. You like being each other’s person.

Azzi’s eyes are wet. She doesn’t even realize until your voice cuts in through her thoughts again. “Then I’m saying to Ice – Az, are you listening?”

She glances back up at you, her expression softening at the concerned look on your face. Your features turn a little tender, too, worry pulling your brows into a terse line. “Az, you’re crying,” you say, already moving to cup her cheeks, your thumbs brushing away the tears. “Are you okay? Is it your knee?”

And Azzi can’t help the laugh that spills unbidden from her lips, the smile that stretches the corners of her mouth, the soft intensity with which she holds you as her hands find your thighs. You’ve stepped into the space created by her legs, leaning into her, and she thinks that she’d like to keep you here forever. Your hands are warm on her cheeks, on her heart, on every inch of her life that you’ve ever touched. 

“I love you so much,” Azzi whispers, catching you by surprise. You relax when you realize it’s not an emergency, pressing your lips to her forehead and exhaling with relief. She wraps her arms fully around your thighs, pulling you in closer until her head presses against your stomach. “I didn’t know I could be capable of being this happy,” she confesses. “That I could love someone as much as I love you. I’m so thankful you’re here with me right now.”

You brush your hand through her loose curls, searching for the right thing to say, but Azzi’s content to just sit here – intertwined, soaking in the kind of comfort that is only attained when two people know each other well enough that they don’t need words. Still, you murmur, “I love you, too. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

You love every part of Azzi Fudd. She loves every part of you. Sometimes, you can’t believe how lucky the both of you are.

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

So You Wanna 'Revive' Your Show

Hi Tim. This took me like ten minutes because I actually have two brain cells to rub together. <3

Give the 911 call center more to do. Linda and Sue especially in my opinion.

Go back to what made the show great in the first place which was the core characters becoming/being a family.

Mix up the dynamics. Remember Chim and Bobby's friendship in season one? Hen and Athena's bestieism? Bring that back along with some lesser seen dynamics. I want more of Chim and Karen's friendship. Have Maddie and Bobby work together on something. Pair Athena and Eddie together and have Athena realize just how like her husband Eddie is (and maybe in doing so they help each other get perspective on other things).

Give Bobby a promotion and have him deal with that (although so soon after he quit being an advisor and was clearly enjoying being captain might not work but something to consider).

Have Athena retire and become a private investigator.

More fun filler episodes. A bottle episode where they have a boring day at the station. An episode made up entirely of B shift or the non-firefam members of A shift like SG-1's The Other Guys. An episode entirely from Jee-Yun's point of view showing a young child's perspective of crazy silly adult drama. Boys Night Out/Girls Night Out a la Leverage. "Alternate universe" episodes like Bones' season four finale and Castle's Blue Butterfly episode.

Keep Buck single for a while and give him a safe haven baby. Another way to bond with Hen and Karen over adoption, another way to bond with his sister, and another way to bond with Bobby by making him a grandfather. And oh, hey, Eddie, you want to help me coparent?

Maybe stop having all of Eddie's important shit happen offscreen, I don't know if there's BTS beef or what but grow the fuck up and keep it out of the script. Professionalism, heard of it?

Make Buddie canon. Yes my bias is showing but it's what a large percentage of your audience and media reporters have been clambering after for years. Put guns to heads if you must. Jesus. You want to revitalize the show that's literally the number one way to do it. You dumbasses.

Okay I always said I didn't want it and I still don't but fine. fine! do a musical episode! if that's the price of Bobby's life I'll fucking pay it!!!

Maybe relearn the concept of arcs that last an entire season and not just two-three episodes.

Michael and David have a destination wedding and every single firefam member encounters some kind of emergency, either life-threatening or comedy-of-errors, that means they all show up looking like they got run over by trucks.

RASHOMON EPISODE. For either dramatic or comedic effect. Or both.

Everyone loved the heist episodes like The Taking of Dispatch 9-1-1 and Ocean's 9-1-1. Like come on you fuckwit let the show be fun again.

Actually commit to giving any of the main characters a pet. I know everyone wants Buck but it could be Athena and Bobby, Hen and Karen, Maddie and Chim... personally I would love to see Eddie get hit by the Cat Distribution System.

Firefighters do charity drives all the time, go to schools to do talks about fire safety - show the team interacting with the local community more. Show the parents interacting with their kids' schools or the parents of their friends' kids a bit more. I want to see Eddie and Karen fight the PTA.

It's not hard. That's what gets me. You don't actually worry about the show becoming stagnant. You just wanted to do a really big shocking holy shit episode that everyone would be talking about, forgetting that truly good shows earn those. Shit shows that pull that kind of nonsense lose their audience and get cancelled. You did it because you're a mediocre, boring, never-quite-popular-enough egotist with an inferiority complex who was luckily born with a dick so you fell upward your entire career, and you orgasm to other people's pain.

And for once in my life? I hope cast/crew do know my tumblr. I hope they are on here. I hope they fucking read this, and I hope they print it out and tape it to your office door and every other door on set they can manage like Martin fucking Luther. I want you to go to bed at night knowing you are despised and that a starving barely-breaking-even idiot who wrote a stripper!Buck fanfic knows more about television writing and comes up with better ideas than you do.

To quote David Lynch, fix your heart or die.

[kittluzbills]

Hi, I have a request. Can you write about Joe dating other girls and the main character at the same time? But he falls in love with her and wants them to be together formally

hi baby :)

let me know how you feel ab this!! i actually like how it turned out which is very surprising (i did keep it in the chamber for a few hours but ignore that)

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a change of heart - j. b.

Joe had always been the kind of guy who liked to keep things casual. He dated other girls, had fun, but never committed to anyone. It was easier that way—no expectations, no complications. But everything changed when he met Y/N.

At first, it was just like any other date—lighthearted, full of laughter, and a bit of harmless flirtation. But as the days went on, Joe found himself thinking about her more than anyone else. He couldn’t help it. There was something about her—the way she smiled, the way she made him feel seen, like no one else ever had.

He tried to keep his distance, juggling a few other girls on the side, sticking to the routine that had worked for him in the past. But every time he was with someone else, his mind wandered to her. Every conversation felt flat compared to the ones they had. Every kiss felt empty. He couldn’t stop thinking about how real things felt with Y/N.

One evening, they were sitting on a quiet bench in the park, the evening air cool and crisp around them. Y/N was telling him a funny story about something that happened at work, and Joe found himself smiling, but not just because of the story. He was smiling because he realized just how much he’d come to care about her.

"You're different, you know," Joe said, his voice a little quieter than usual.

Y/N raised an eyebrow. "Different how?"

He hesitated, then laughed nervously. "Just… different. In a good way. It’s hard to explain."

She tilted her head, studying him. "Well, I like to think I’m a pretty good listener. So if you ever want to explain it… you know where to find me."

Joe’s heart raced, his feelings for her suddenly feeling too big to ignore. He took a deep breath, his thoughts swirling. He couldn’t keep up this act anymore.

"Y/N," he started, his tone serious. "I need to tell you something."

She paused, sensing the shift in his mood. "Okay, what's up?"

Joe turned to face her, his eyes locking onto hers, feeling the weight of what he was about to say. "I’ve been dating other people. I won’t lie about that. But… I realized something."

Y/N’s gaze softened. "What did you realize?"

"I realized that none of them feel like you," he confessed, his voice thick with emotion. "And I don't want to keep seeing other people. I don’t want to date anyone else. I just... want you. Only you."

Y/N blinked, caught off guard by his honesty. "Joe… are you saying you want to be serious? With me?"

Joe nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. "Yeah. I know I’ve been a bit of a mess with this whole ‘keeping my options open’ thing, but it’s always been you, Y/N. You make everything else feel... meaningless. I care about you, and I’m not gonna keep pretending I don’t."

She stared at him for a long moment, her heart racing, unsure if this was some kind of joke. But when she saw the sincerity in his eyes, she felt something inside her shift. She’d always known there was something different about him, but hearing him admit it? That was another thing entirely.

"So, what does that mean?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"It means," Joe said, taking a deep breath, "I’m asking you to be with me. For real. No more games. No more dating other people. I want to be with you, Y/N. I’m done messing around."

Y/N’s heart fluttered in her chest. This was the moment. She could feel the weight of it—how everything could change in an instant.

"I thought you didn’t do the whole ‘commitment’ thing," she teased, trying to lighten the mood.

Joe smirked, the corner of his mouth lifting. "Yeah, well… I was wrong."

Her smile softened. "Okay, Joe. I’ll give you a chance. But just know—you’ve got a lot to prove."

He grinned, relief flooding through him. "I’ll spend the rest of my life proving it to you."

And in that moment, Joe knew—he wasn’t letting go of this. Not now. Not ever.

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requests are open as always. should i start a series based on an album? its such a broad question but it seems fun!

my masterlist :)

xoxo, kitt

[smallestapplin]

Do you have any general nsfw headcanons for Chase, Heatwave, and Blades?

I love these dorks so much

Warnings : gn!reader, a few callings of good boy, repeatedly calling Blades pretty(im weak), talks of overstim.

Mdni you will be blocked! Adults only!

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Chase

Chase is a bot you can basically top from the bottom and he perfers it that way, he likes you telling him what to do he likes when you praise him, give him direction. He is the most obident mech you will ever meet, he could be thrusting into you but the second you tell him to pause he will, and he will without a single complaint even if his spike is wrapped around your wet heat, threatening to make him overload.

* It’s difficult to ask him for much riskier behaviors, however you found out by accident he is a vouyer and is ashamed of how hard he gets watching you touch yourself or fuck yourself with your toys. He was beside himself with guilt when you found out, he couldn’t bare to face you knowing he had seen you at such a moment without you knowing, but was left shocked when you informed him how hot that was.

* Speak of, he sees it as both a reward and a punishment when you make him sit at the end of his berth and make him watch you touch yourself and get yourself off without his help. It’s a reward cause he’s delighted you trust him so much, and he gets to see you in such a lewd state! A punishment because he desperately wants to lick you clean and feel you cum around his spike.

* PRAISE! please praise him, he needs to hear you tell him how good he is for you, that he’s yours, that he makes you feel good, he wants to feel wanted and desired.

* However, on the flip side of things he can very RARELY be the dominate party, Chase is very strict about rules, boundaries, acts and given your permission, if you were to break one of the following you will be dealt a swift punishment befitting of the crime, whether that’s warming his spike when you are so close to cumming, being denied for a week, being overstimulated, or a spanking. Though he also expects the same in return, even if he never has trouble obeying you and your orders.

* Truthfully if you can manage, Chase would adore a day collar, something casual and lowkey to go out and do his job in but still signal your trust, bond, and commitment.

* He is awful at hints or subtle gestures, but sometimes you can’t tell if it that or he just likes you grabbing his face and telling him to fuck you even more. This alos ties into his want and need for heavy eye contact, he needs to be staring directly at you into your soul while loving you.

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Blades

Yes he is the prettiest boy, please tell him all about it and how much you love him! Blades likes a nice mix of praise and degradation, if you’re going to call him a slut or shareware make sure to put ‘my’ in front of it first, or he gets so pouty when you don’t and it makes himi want to prove himself to you so much more. He is a whiny princess, he whimpers pathetically for you and begs so pretty too, he just wants to be your good boy or your filthy whore.

* loud, very loud, you need to be careful when fucking him cause he is vocal, I hope you have a big garage or your own hanger, because having sex with Blades at the firehouse is a risky gamble. Either he is loud and someone hears, or you can manage to gag him, but then it muffles all his slutty cries. Wings fluttering, face bright blue as his optics roll back, biting down on his mesh pillow with tears rolling down his face cause it feels so good!

* Switch, he can truly lean into whatever role you want him to fill, he can be your trembling whining bottom begging for you to ride his spike more and play with his valve, or he can be your needy top who loses control when shoving his spike into your greedy hole, unable to stop his hips and blabbering about how good you feel and how close he is to overloading.

* His wings are sensitive, so very sensitive, even just a few gentle brushes of your hand against them is already making transfluid leak from behind his modesty panel, nip at them or drag your nails across you will have him overloading within second with a squeal.

* He cries a lot during sex, it just feels too good! And he’s very vocal in letting you know he’s enjoying himself, the closeness, the passion, the trust, the vulnerablity, he’s a mess for it and even feral for it. He says that, then attempts to be a brat once, but you were quick to find out how much he hates (and loves) edging, he sobs loudly and strains his voice box to plead with you to let him cum, he’s a good boy! He’ll behave he swears! It’s the hardest orgasm he has, and he grows hooked.

* Blades is however also addicted to tasting your cum and will beg to go down on you as much as he possibly can, you can get him to do any task so long as you offer yourself up as the prize, and whatever it is will be done so fast it’ll make your head spin.

* His favorite positions are ones where he can look at you, he doesn’t even have to look in your eyes he just wants to see you, whether thats between his thighs lapping at his valve, riding his spike, or letting him take you frome behind, Blades just loves seeing your body jiggle with each thrust, he loves the softness of your body compared to the harden metal of his own.

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Heatwave

MENACE, your hole is not safe from this mech and in fact neither is any location, common room, his habsuite, the Sigma, the woods, literally anywhere Heatwave can have a moment with you is not safe, nearly every inch of the bunker has had his transfluid and your juices on it, but he is very thorough in his clean up. Heatwave is not one to mess around, he is feral in his affection for you, and while he maybe a little awkward showing it to you in a softer sense, he has no issues bending you over any surface.

* Another mech who is feral for your holes, he’s a big fan of overstimulation but mostly a fan of leaving marks on you in someway, he is gentle and careful of course, but don’t be surprised when you have some big hickeys, servo prints on your thighs, and bite marks on your inner thighs and stomach.

* Teasing him is dangerous, especially if it’s before the team revealed themselves to the town. You can feel his optics on you, taking in ever last move you make, the sway of your hips, the little pats to his leg you give him while conversing with other townsfolk, the flirty smile you give him from across the venue. Just know afterwards he’s caging you between him and the wall while pounding into you, growling out swears and how “you’re such a slaggin’ tease, filthy fraggin shareware, huh? Be good and overload for me. We aren’t stopping until you remember you’re mine.”

* Heatwave loves a good mating press, at least as close as he can get with his size compared to yours, loves holding your legs up and pushing as far up as they can go, just to fuck you deeper. His engine purring and interal fans whirling to cool him down, sweating coolant, but still smirking down at your fucked out form.

* He has a mild jealously problem, which leads to his ‘yes no’ relationship with exhibitionism, yes he absolutely wants someone to see how he fucks you, let them see how well trained you are for his spike, but also NO, he wants no one else to see you like this this is for his optics only. A result of this is he’s leaned more towards taking you to his old ship and mounting you over the control panels, recording your little couplings in there just to get it out of his system.

* Don’t let him find out about your toys, you’d think he’d get jealous but no, in fact he now wants to modify a few so he can have easier control of them, namely your vibrators, mostly a bullet vibrator you have, just so he can have you wear it out and about while the have it so he can control it without the remote to it.

* Also a big fan of doing things a more cybertronian way, whenever he gets a chance to drive around just you and him, he wants you to feel up his interior, maybe move into the back and strip for him, let him watch you play with yourself before mass shifting a little so he can stuff you with his thick spike.

* Lives and loves to manhandle you, bend you any which way he can, fold you in half, flip you over, anything that lets him fuck you deeply. But even with his rough fucking he takes great pride in cleaning you up and soothing you with a purr of his engine.

[annoyingttt]

Also I really don’t want to be writing this but I also think it’s too hilarious not to.

So imagine they were more careless or less lucky. A stray student could’ve seen something much more “incriminating”, like Sebastian removing Ciel’s tie or bringing him snacks or carrying him or kneeling before him or whatever they might’ve been getting up to (strictly canonically), and while some of these are relatively innocent, some are really not. So the rumour spreads and instead of spicy gossip becomes a serious public concern.

Ciel’s teammates or classmates are asking carefully why they never see him at all these days after classes and how many hours Housemaster Michaelis is making him train, which Ciel dismisses with his usual “I’d do anything for Blue House to win UwU” act, failing to notice the concerned crease in their brow (someone has seen the Housemaster personally take Phantomhive to bed in the middle of the night).

So at the last stage of their plan Sebastian picks him up from the cricket field but instead of going “d’awwww” everyone gasps in horror and someone goes “OFFICER THAT’S HIM, GET THE MOLESTER”. “No, no, you don’t understand, officer, I’m actually his butler-” “oh THAT’S the kind of sick roleplay you’re into you CREEP!” Ciel is torn between wanting to object and to burst out laughing.

Then they start investigating Sebastian’s activity and he also gets the blame for all the crimes they have committed, like setting a children’s dorm on fire, food poisoning the entire red house team and making a plan that involves his poor victim getting a bat to the head, all while making this sweet little boy his accomplice (Ciel is offended to no end, he worked hard on those crimes!)

It's kind of crazy to me that I've never seen art or writing that has the students of Weston speculating about how close the transfer student and the new housemaster are.

They don't even interact by much, and yet it's so clear they have something going on between them. The thing is, the students don't know what exactly, so all they can do is speculate.

It's not rare for students to visit the housemaster for lessons at the end of the day, but Phantomhive does it on the daily. This could be explained away by saying "ah well, that's how Phantomhive gets to have good grades all the time, he's diligent and tutors with Master Michaelis"

(I do like the detail that the lessons they're covering are lessons he and Sebastian have had back in the manor)

Schoolboys can be quite the gossips

"Have you ever noticed how different they act around each other? They arrived around the same time too."

"I once heard Phantomhive call the housemaster 'Sebastian' near the powder rooms. That's against the rules, right? We can't even call each other by our first names."

"One time, I wanted to ask the professor for an extension on an assignment. It was pretty late too so I didn't want to make too much noise. When I peeked in his office to check if he was there, I saw Phantomhive sitting on the Housemaster's chair?? Master Michaelis was putting Phantomhive's coat on a rack, and the guy started loosening his own tie! Then he started demanding the professor for something sweet. That was kind of unlike him, shouting like that. This is off, way off.

I think Master Michaelis saw me so I ran back to the dorms. The next day, he gave me an extension and I didn't even get to ask!"

Like,, how scandalous, they're not even doing anything in private aside from what's canon, but the house is side eyeing them and whispering. I'm ravenous for this content, plspls (if anyone has seen something like this pls point me to it 🙏🙏)

[greatlascottwrites]

An essay about Iris Hawthorne

So I will preface this by saying that I am not an Iris hater but she never sat right with me after Bridge to the Turnabout. I'm a biased Narumitsu shipper but I do entertain other ships (helllllloooooo Langworth) but I couldn't get behind Feenris for a few reasons.

She's a victim, yes, but she's complicit as an accessory to crimes. We last see her serving time for covering up the murder of Misty Fey but this is just the one that caught up with her. There's been at least two times she was at least privy to Dahlia's crimes (the fake kidnapping plot, Valerie's murder, Diego's poisoning) but the real issue in my mind is that she did nothing after the fact.

Firstly, she could have spoken up after the kidnapping plot but did not. We could give her the benefit of the doubt and say that she didn't know that Dahlia was even alive, or that she could plead ignorance to what actually happened, but this is only the first incidence in a damning thread. Also, she still could have at least passed information along that suggested the kidnapping was not all that it seemed, given that Dahlia had tried to recruit her. And, if she believed Dahlia to be dead, what was stopping her from speaking out?

Secondly, and I'm putting her deception during her relationship with Phoenix to the side here for a second, why didn't she do anything when he was arrested for a murder he didn't commit? It's hard to be generous here because Iris was privy to all of Dahlia's plans (Violet, Fawles, Diego Armando) except the one involving Phoenix, but that's only because Dahlia kept her in the dark intentionally because Iris would have sabotaged it. However, she had to have been aware of what happened in the aftermath. Doug Swallows was murdered and Dahlia was, once again, at the center of it all. It was Mia, not Iris, who saved Phoenix. There's no evidence to suggest Iris was somehow unable to take action because she just went back to Hazakura afterwards. She never provides any excuse as to why she failed Phoenix when he needed her the most.

Now, back to Phoenix, here's where it gets fun. I am going to posit that her falling in love with Phoenix and wanting to protect him from Dahlia is for her benefit, not his. This is also, ironically, the first time Iris does something selfish. She fell in love with him and wouldn't let Dahlia kill him, but that's because for the first time in her life she wanted something. But I can't accept this protectiveness as romance. If she wanted what was best for him, she would have done something, anything either before this point or at the time of his arrest even if it meant getting into trouble. She, once again, chose to obscure the truth and instead did nothing.

Further to that, I can't accept her actions at Bridge to the Turnabout as anything but self-serving. She continued to hide the truth until it was presented to her. It was only at the eleventh hour that she confessed she loved Phoenix all along. It doesn't exactly inspire much confidence in her motives.

Now, all of this actually makes her a more interesting character in my eyes, so again, this isn't an Iris hate essay. She's tricky to get right in a Narumitsu context but here's a shameless plug to my story if you want to see my take on it: https://archiveofourown.org/works/63292576/chapters/162138757

[synity]

His salvation

His Salvation: Part 2

Mafia · Protective Love · Domestic Intimacy · Possessive but Tender

what if

What if the first time he saw you wasn’t through the lens of a surveillance camera…but across a café counter, his heart stopping at your smile instead of his enemies' breath? He’d still be the same.Protective. Gentle. Quietly obsessed. The kind of love that curls around your soul without warning, like silk around skin.He’d still learn your favorite snacks. Still remember the way you liked your tea. He’d still stay up to see you get home safe. Still buy you things you mention just once. But instead of mansion gates and bulletproof cars, you'd have: Cozy bookstore dates where he hides notes between pages.Grocery runs where he insists on pushing the cart while you pick the snacks.Random street kisses under flickering lamplight because “I missed you, and we’ve been apart for twenty minutes.”

Soonyoung was made to love you fiercely, no matter the version. Whether in designer suits or oversized hoodies. Whether with power in his name or paint on his fingers. You’d still be his world. He’d still worship the ground you walk on.

The world still feared him.

To the underground, he was still The Tiger cold-blooded, sharp as a dagger, and deadly with a glare. But behind heavy bulletproof doors, inside the grand mansion that overlooked the city…

He was yours. Entirely.

And you were his.

He never said “I love you” lightly.

When he did, it felt like a vow. A promise. Something eternal and dangerous.

“Don’t ever leave me,” he murmured one night, holding your hand while you lay in silk sheets, your head on his chest. “If you do, I’ll burn the world down looking for you.”

You didn’t flinch anymore at words like that. Not when they came from him. Not when you knew that under all the blood and fire he was just a man who loved you too hard.

His love languages were overwhelming in the most Soonyoung way:

“You’re everything to me.” “Don’t ever doubt how important you are.” “I don’t care about anyone else. Just you.”

His voice always calm. Low. Serious. There was never a joke when it came to you.

You mentioned liking a painting at a gallery? He bought the entire gallery. Said you liked a perfume once? He flew you to Paris to pick one yourself. Your favorite artist announced a concert? He bought front row tickets and the VIP lounge just for the two of you.

But your favorite gifts?

The little things.

Matching bracelets with a tiny tiger charm. A playlist he made for you that he’d never show anyone else. A photo album full of polaroids he took of you when you weren’t looking.

He was always touching you. Hand on your lower back in public. Arm slung around your waist like he was daring the world to try something. Thumb tracing your lips when you were sleepy. Kisses so intense they made you forget who he was—until you remembered you were the only one who ever got them.

And when you cried, he held you. Tight. Fierce. As if protecting you from the world wasn’t enough he needed to protect you from yourself, too.

You never had to open a door again. Never carried your own bags. He learned to cook your comfort food and ordered your favorite hot drinks before you even asked. He threatened your landlord just once for raising rent and bought the whole building instead.

“Don’t worry, baby. No one’s ever gonna take from you what’s mine to give.”

Hoshi was the kind of man who could make a grown man cry with just a glance, but then turn around and cry actual tears because you didn’t text him back for 20 minutes. He once kicked down a rival’s office door because they accidentally bumped into you at a party “She flinched. That’s enough for me.” He sends you flowers daily, but not normal ones roses with gold-dipped petals and little notes like “Thinking of you while committing arson”.

The scariest part? He’s so nonchalant about it. He’ll threaten someone’s entire bloodline with one hand while holding your pink glittery phone in the other, helping you pick out nail designs. When you told him a barista got your name wrong, he stared dead into your soul and whispered, “Want me to buy the franchise?” And the thing is... you believed him. Once, you jokingly called someone else “cute,” and he pouted for hours only to come back wearing the exact outfit that guy had on, like, “Is this what you like now? Tell me and I’ll make it permanent.” You’re not sure if you’re dating a mafia boss or the most dangerously obsessed golden retriever on Earth but either way, you’ve never felt safer… or more smothered

But the part of him that made your heart ache the most… was the softness.

The version of Hoshi no one else would ever get.

Like when he set up a surprise picnic on the rooftop under fairy lights and served you food he made himself smiling awkwardly, a bit embarrassed.

Or when he pulled you into a blanket fort in the living room during a thunderstorm, whispering dumb stories just to make you laugh.

Or when he traced circles on your back and asked softly, “Do you really love me? Even after knowing who I am?”

And your answer was always the same:

“Yes. I love you. All of you.”

One night, curled in his lap while a fire crackled, he said,

“I used to think love was a weakness. Now I know… loving you is the strongest thing I’ve ever done.”

He looked into your eyes like you were his lifeline.

“I kill for this city. But I’d die for you.”

He calls you “my pretty problem” because you're the only chaos he gladly welcomes into his life.

He keeps buying you shoes you never asked for, just so he can say, “That way, you’ll never walk away from me.”

You steal his oversized black mafia coat, and he lets you even wears something else so you can have it longer.

He once threatened a florist for messing up your bouquet, but then tripped over his words when you said, “You remembered my favorite flower?”

He sits through your favorite dramas with you, arms crossed, pretending he doesn’t care until he gasps louder than you at a plot twist.

You tried to cook a korean traditional dish for him once, and it was awful, but he ate it all and said, “I’d die for you, and apparently, from this food too.”

He lets you put glitter stickers on his gun case just because you said, “It’s giving ‘lethal but cute.’

The Tiger never needed saving. But somehow, you still became his salvation.

[theradiodaemon]

Hey @brycesbott0m ! Thanks for the tag! I always love doing these! See below for a lil glimpse into meeee 😊😊😊

Girls or Guys: I’m bisexual so…both! (Why pick? lol) Though I am in a loving, committed relationship with my partner @larryisnotagirl 🥰

Indoors or Outdoors? : I will go outdoors insofar as walking or driving somewhere that leads to another indoor-type setting :P

Pizza or Hotdogs?: As with the guys or girls question .. both! (Seriously why pick..? )

Live a long and angry life or a short and happy one? : It depends on how you define ‘angry’ - if you’re passionate about something and that passion translates to heated exchanges once in a while, I say go for it and live it up! Regardless, this world is too beautiful with too many amazing things in it to ever want to cut the one life we get short! (I know sometimes.. especially these days it’s hard to see the beautiful, amazing things in life but they’re still there! 🥰)

Writing or reading? : Again, both! (Stop making me choose lol 😝) I love anime and Manga so I often read manga in my spare time lol

Video Games or Homework? : Haven’t been in school for a long, long time so def video games! (You’ll never beat me at Mario kart.. I dare you) #bringitonin150CC

Haunted house or Tiny Shack? : Sometimes tiny shacks can be haunted.. 😱 but I guess I wouldn’t want to be in a tiny shack.. too close to being outdoors so.. I guess full-size haunted house!

Be Murdered or Murder? : …who wrote these questions? :P Please refer to my earlier statement about NOT cutting life short so.. murder? (Not admitting anything here btw! lol) #doesnt count if they can’t find the bodies

Cats or Dogs? : I own both! lol :P

Be gay or be slay? : 100% both for sure ;) - I still feel I slay as a bi-guy tho!

Puke whenever you eat or scream whenever you eat? : why is this a question Bill Cipher would ask? lol I’d want to scream just because I’d love the attention lmao no j/k but it’s better than cleaning up the puke.

Have chapped lips or an annoying ex? : I have more than a few annoying ex’s lol so I guess the choice has been made for me :P

Tall or Short? : I’m 6’3”, I’ll never be a short guy lol.

This was fun! Thanks! :)

Here’s a few people who’d I’d LOVE to see their answers:

@neurospiczzzziee @blitzbittz @larryisnotagirl @blitzwhore @amalthea-13

MEOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWw

answer dese questions and reblog below :3

Girls or guys

indoorss or outdoors

Pizza or hotdogs

live a long and angry life or live a short and happy one

writing or reading

video games or homework

haunted house or tiny shack

be murdered or murder :3

cats or dogs

be gay or be slay (you better fucking say both)

puke whenever u eat or scream whenever u eat

have chapped lips or have an annoying ex

tall or short :3

follow me or die :3 (not a question ^^)

NOW DO IT

@kage-meows-around, @xking-george-iiix, @eroswmorals, @itzay0910, @sugwrpwzz, @theradiodaemon, @twilightowl

[wigglys-dikrats]

i did something insane and made minecraft map art of the four pulp album covers !!!

the images on the left are a bird’s eye view, and the right are the actual maps :]

more than 52 hours of work and a total of 65,536 hand placed blocks all the while listening to pulp :D (a total of seven times heehoo)

shoutout to the folks at brp for keeping me motivated and sane while working on this the past week love y’all

(please do not copy the work or repost these images ty <3)

@pulpmusicals

[nanami-is-nanamean]

in a world where everything is okay, i can just imagine gojo being a horrifically great babysitter for megumi and being unofficially adopted into the fushiguro family like

toji hates his guts, and gojo hates his guts too—but fushimama is so nice and kind, and finds him to be an absolute darling, and toji will always fold to his wifes whims every time—so toji puts up with the annoying blue-eyed menace

at the very least, he can take solace in the fact that baby megs also hates him, and fushimama has never seen her boys so cooperative and together as a family unit before—despite it being at gojos expense lmao

as much as she wants to break up their mini-fights and bickerings, she doesn't because it is somehow enrichment for the three of them

she always manages to wrangle gojo to stay just a bit longer for dinners on the weekends, despite him insisting that he doesn't want to be a bother. the smile that spreads on her face when toji invites him to stay for dinner for the first time—toji would do anything for that smile. even put up with gojo teasing him for being so down bad for her LMAO

[thatfriendlyanon]

i think part of my problem is i lived with my best friend for two years of my life and have been searching for the same feeling of joy & acceptance & support ever since

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[yrrtyrrtwhenihrrthrrt]

More Nonsense from My Ambrosius Stan Account Post:

As someone who got on Tumblr a couple years ago not really knowing the culture and rarely posts because I don't think anyone cares about the silly worms in my brain I'd like to give everyone who thought it was funny and left a like or a tag or a reblog a very I Love You and here is some more thoughts about it I had through the day that I thought nobody would care about but am posting now

The account was named @gold_loin_love and gained notoriety for being the only stan account Ambrosius actually followed

During the live stream Ballister answered the questions (that he had his followers submit beforehand) while still in character, despite the fact that he was laughing his ass off and Ambrosius was with him.

Example: "'Do you think Ballister and Ambrosius are going to get divorced?' Absolutely. They're terrible together and honestly not even cute. They probably had some cringy beach wedding with their weird pink child officiating. Ew, next question"

Ambrosius would frequently interject

"Do I think Ambrosius was toxic for cutting off Ballister's arm?"

Ambrosius, stealing the phone: "Yes he needs to be cancelled immediately."

Ballister, taking it back: "Wrong that weird creep deserved it to be honest"

He read a couple questions that were defending him and after giving them his joke answer about how they were wrong, thanked them sincerely

(sad time) The first thing he posted after the events of the movie, during which he obviously wasn't posting although how fucking funny would it have been to be Ambrosius and see Ballister's fake stan account post "lol get his ass I hope he died" over footage of him MAIMING HIM in light of all that was happening was "I'm sorry that I've been gone, the death of the Queen really took a toll on me, she was a real role model and inspiration of mine. I'm especially sorry to Ambrosius. I wish I hadn't run away. I wish I'd been there for you through all this, I know it must have been so hard. I really hope everyone forgives him."

(sad time over, silliness resumed) He'd use the account to make fun of Ambrosius and himself in every capacity imaginable

"Check out what Ambrosius wore to the national conference, I love how it's so shiny you can't tell how busy and incongruent the patterns are 😍 we love a maximalist king!!!"

"Ballister Ballhard surprises nobody wearing armor he got at the emo booth of a Renaissance Fair."

There is so much potential for this and I'd love to see more of Ballister being a silly goofball

[stunfiskz]

i think that there isn’t much of a point for bothering with art anymore for me

[moe-broey]

I don't think this is Moe's first offense (saying something brazen/flippant) but I do think it's the first time it's called the King a bitch. And it won't be the last! The funniest part of Anna being the one to take charge and chew Moe out is that it gives Moe the opportunity to do The Exact Same Thing to Alfonse one-on-one (you know... to test the waters... to see how he feels about it....). Which it is. Also promptly chastised for.

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