#i have very dirty thoughts about the penguin

[thesillydoll]

I WANT TO RIDE OZ COBB'S LEG, NOT COLIN FARELL'S. IS THAT CLEAR? I WANT TO BE A FUCKING DRUG ADDICT OF MY FAT MOBSTER!

Hes like, "come here and sit in daddy's lap, doll" and im a really good girl

[honeylations]

KIM MINJEONG x FEM!READER

Prompt: you kept your pornstar job a secret from your curious roommate, but when an abrupt incident comes up a few minutes before filming, there was only one way to solve it

Warnings/Notes: pornstar reader, g!p Minjeong, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, dirty talking

“Jeongie~ I’m off to work now. There’s chicken in the fridge if you��re hungry”

Your roommate pauses the penguin documentary she’s watching on the big screen to sit up on the couch and pout. “You’re working again? It’s like you don’t want to spend time with me”

“Of course I want to spend time with you, Jeongie! But it’s important for me to work otherwise we wouldn’t be living in this amazing apartment!” You reasoned with jazz hands as a bonus.

“Oh speaking of apartment. I have my share for this week’s rent. Did you want me to send it through your bank details or cash?” Your adorable roommate asked with her phone ready in her hand but you waved it off.

“I’ll cover your rent this week. Don’t pay me back I swear to God”

“Again?! Y/n this is the 3rd week you’ve covered for me and I don’t feel nice about it”

You shrugged. “I just got a good pay”

“Right. A good pay. What job is this Y/n”

Checking the time on your watch, you pouted cutely at your roommate. “I’m gonna be late. See you later, love you!”

Minjeong sighed and sat back into the couch, very much lost in thought. What kind of high paying job were you exactly working at to be covering rent so easily?

“The hell do you mean Yunjin cancelled?!” You yelled at the director who was panicking just as much as you.

“Look, all she told me was that it was a personal emergency. We’ve tried calling Kazuha and Minji but both girls are busy with other schedules so unless you know someone that can fill in last minute, we’re postponing this until next week”

Just as the director started to walk away, a bulb flashed over your head. “W-Wait director-nim, I know someone…Give me a couple seconds to call her okay?”

“Make it quick Y/n. I’m booked today”

Fishing out your phone, you pressed on Minjeong’s contact and she answered quicker than expected. “J-Jeongie?”

“Hey Y/n, you never usually call during your shifts. Is everything okay?”

“Jeongie I really~ need your help with something but I can’t tell you what it is until you come here”

There was a short silence from the other line. “Uh…Okay? What’s your address?”

“I’ll message it after the call. Look your best��

Minjeong stared at her phone with confusion when you hung up. Look her best? Minjeong has little to no sense of fashion other than the millions of oversized flannels and cargo pants sitting in her closet.

Thankfully already showered, she simply put on a black and grey flannel with baggy jeans before checking the address you sent and driving her way over.

Moments later she was walking into the huge building, finding you on a set that looked like a bedroom, surrounded by unfamiliar faces.

“Y/n?” She questioned almost breathlessly once she realised you were only wearing a bathrobe.

“Jeongie! Thank you for coming. Now listen, I’ll cut this as short as I can because we don’t have much time, but I’m a pornstar, okay?”

“What?!”

“That’s why I’m loaded with money. The person that I was supposed to be filming with today cancelled on me and I couldn’t think of anyone else to replace her other than you”

Minjeong took a step back with wide eyes. “Nah uh, no way Y/n! What makes you think I’m good enough to film porn?!”

You quickly took her hands out of comfort. “I’m sorry for putting you on the spot last second, but this is highly important to me Jeongie..” you pleaded and Minjeong couldn’t resist.

The taller girl stared into your eyes then the pout of your lips.

She let out a heavy sigh and squeezed your hands. “Fine. I’ll do it”

You squealed and jumped into a hug, peppering her face with kisses. “Thank you thank you thank you! You’re the best!”

“You owe me big time” Your roommate pointed a finger, making you giggle.

“Of course! Now head into that room with our staff. They’ll help you prepare”

In a blink of an eye, Minjeong was in her ‘costume’ (which was nothing but a black shirt and grey sweatpants) while sitting on the edge of the bed.

You wore a white camisole with no bra underneath and baby pink panties, standing in front of Minjeong with a big smile. “Hey you”

“I feel weird Y/n. I-I don’t know if I can do this anymore” She cutely mumbled, eyes darting across the room in fear.

Minjeong felt your small hands cup her face, forcing her to look at you. “Relax, baby. I’ll take good care of you I promise”

“W-What’s the storyline anyways”

“None actually. Just a wholesome home sex video”

“Whenever you’re ready Y/n” the director called out, making you nod.

Your hands rubbed gently at Minjeong’s nape and slowly going down to her shoulders for a reassuring squeeze.

“You can do whatever you want to me” you whispered against your friend’s lips and then closing the gap to get a proper taste.

You were surprised to feel Minjeong kiss back eagerly like an expert, even sliding her tongue in as she grabbed your hips and pulled you to sit on her lap.

For a couple minutes you two were sucking each others faces.

And the next minute you were sucking her surprisingly huge cock. She had your hair fisted in a make shift ponytail, throwing her head back when her tip rubbed at the back of your throat. “Fuck Y/n, I should’ve known you were a whore”

Oh? That was new.

Your so called innocent Minjeongie dirty talking? Your cunt clenched around nothing.

Minjeong forced you off her dick to pin you down on the bed, lightly pecking the hickies she had left around your neck and collarbones. “You got me so down bad, Y/n-ie. I don’t think I’ll ever want to stop having you like this”

Whimpering beneath her, you held onto her shoulders tightly. “Have me anytime you want Minjeongie”

“Ain’t that sweet of ya” She smirked as her eyes were fixed onto your glossy ones, confusing you slightly.

Then you felt the pleasurable stretch in your pussy when Minjeong’s cock welcomed itself inside, arching your back in the process. “What the fuck, Jeongie, you’re so big a-ahh!”

“The biggest you’ve ever had, darl?” Your roommate tilted her head, trying not to let your tightness get the best of her.

“Mhm the biggest!”

“Good. Then I’ll make sure your pussy is only made to take me”

You littered Minjeong’s back with scratches that started to bleed out, clearly seen from the camera crew which they zoomed in on. The pain didn’t bother Minjeong, not when she had started pounding into you mercilessly.

She licked her lips at your boobs bouncing with each thrust. She just couldn’t resist sucking on them like a baby, addicted to how sexy they looked when wet with her spit.

“Your pussy is sucking me in so fucking good, baby” Minjeong panted in your ear.

Then she felt a sudden warmth spray all over her lower body.

You were squirting while moaning Minjeong’s name, even reaching down to ferociously rub at your clit to ride out your mind blowing orgasm.

“F-Fuck that’s so hot, Y/n” Minjeong hissed, not planning to stop her hips even after you came.

“W-Wait Jeongie—AH!” You tried to stop her but she couldn’t care less about how sensitive you were.

She laid you on your stomach, bringing your ass up and going back to destroying your pussy, feeling herself go deeper with the new position.

“Fuck! Fuck Minjeong-ah! You’re gonna break me!” You sobbed into the pillow that you were drowning with drool.

Minjeong laid over your back and drilled impossibly deeper. “Fucking take it whore. I own this pussy now”

Then you felt a sudden sting on your shoulder blade, realising Minjeong was biting down into your skin. Not hard enough to bleed, but hard enough to leave a long lasting bruise.

“Y/n…hah Y/n, I’m gonna fucking cum…”

Your insides became hot from the cum she blew into your cunt and thankfully your roommate’s hips were coming to a stop.

“Shit…Fuck that was so good, Y/n. Thank you” Minjeong whispered in your ear, kissing it afterwards.

“CUT! This was probably the best one you’ve filmed Y/n! Great job!…Y/n?” The director called but was left with no answer.

Minjeong frowned and leaned further down to look at your face. “Y/n? He’s talking to you”

You were knocked out cold. Little snores and whimpers escaping your lips with Minjeong’s cock still inside your abused cunt. “Has this happened before?” Minjeong asked the staff, and they all shook their heads.

“No, never. You must’ve really fucked her good”

“O-Oh no, I’m sorry! W-What should I do?” Minjeong panicked and made sure she didn’t move so much as you slept below her.

“Wow, you’re very different to how you were on camera. I like it. Ever considered taking this as a full time job?”

Minjeong put a hand up, completely declining the offer. “Appreciate it, but I was only willing to do this for Y/n”

Director nodded and placed a finger on his chin. “Interesting. Hope Y/n brings you over more in the future. You two can rest there for a bit longer while we pack up”

The short hair girl nodded and pulled her cock out as slow and gently as she could to not wake you up. Then she laid you on her chest with the covers covering both bodies. “Can’t wait to do this with you again, Y/n” Minjeong smiled and kissed your head, letting the sleepiness take over her too.

[w2beastars]

Waezi2′s thoughts on “Beast Complex” chapter 24.

Paru is back at it again!

Meet South the Iguana.

South is a twenty-nine year old lizard. Saying he is an alcoholic might be an exaggeration... but he very much have an alcohol problem. Having sensitive skin and living in a very warm area, South needs to stay hydrated, but he choose to mainly drink beer instead of water. Partly because of how it affects his skin but also o make it easier for him to not think about his problems.

But then his excessive drinking is cock-blocked by a penguin inside the beer fridge... Still not the weirdest thing I ever wrote.

Yeah, a baby penguin somehow ended up in the store where South gets his favorite brand of beer. To stay cool in the very warm area South lives in, the little guy is now inside the beer fridge and refuse to leave. Begrudgingly, South takes the little penguin to his small apartment so the shop can stock up on beer again.

Having a guest in his home for the first time in ages, South realize that his place is not just dirty, it is rather empty. He sleeps on a mattress, has a fridge for his beer and food and a microwave oven for his meals. His home is about as pathetic as he is.

As South thinks about how his life is kind of a fart, we learn something... shocking about this iguana.

Something that you have never seen before in Beastars OR in Beast Complex. Something so odd that you might find it revolting. It will make you wonder if Paru was even more unhinged than she normally is while making this comic!

You see, South...

... was in a relationship with a female WHO IS THE SAME SPECIES AS HIM!

Trust me, dear reader. I'm as shocked as you are! A Beast Complex character who was NOT dating an animal completely different from them?!

What madness is this?!

Okay, seriously speaking.

We get some good ol' Paru symbolism as we see that South's life has for a while revolved around his fridge. Or rather, what is inside it. It got out of hand to the point that his (same-species?!?!?) girlfriend dumped him and his boss feeling so sorry for him that he makes him take a break instead of downright firing him.

So South drinks when he gets anxious. But his increasing drinking makes him more anxious, which results in him drinking even more, making him more anxious and so on. As he thinks about his boss and ex, he once again gets "thirsty" and practically tears his fridge oepn.

South would probably end up as a drunken waist... if not for his new "roommate."

See, the thing about depression is that you often ends up alone, either because the people around you lose their patience or you choose to be alone. And when you are alone with a minimum of interaction with the real world, you stop caring about the small things like cleaning your home, a proper diet and your economy.

Best thing to do is actually to be useful somehow. Like doing voluntary work or getting a pet. Or in this case, a penguin in your fridge. If you are of use for someone else, you feel a little better about yourself.

And that's what South is to the baby penguin he has named Sam(a reference to the Japanese word for "cold"). The two of them can't really talk since Sam is a sea animal and has a entirely different language.

Whenever South has his panic attacks and go for a beer, he is instead met by the fluffy little bird in the fridge. So South has to clean the fridge for penguin poop and also spend extra hours in his part-time job since he spends more money on electricity because of Sam being inside the fridge. As the days pass, South finds himself acting like, well... a functional adult.

One day, South gets a reason to panic again as he realize that Sam is losing his white coat and looks skinny instead of fluffy.

If you know a thing or two about penguins, then you will know that there is nothing to worry about. But South knows jack shit about these birds, so he rush him to a hospital on his bicycle.

On their way, they pass the ocean... and we get this majestic moment.

There was nothing to worry about, Sam is just growing up and losing his fluff, finally ready to leave his nest and get in the ocean.

A pair of dolphins are luckily near and South has managed to learn to speak a little sea language so he can ask the dolphins to escort the young penguin to Antarctica.

Despite Sam having left his apartment, South still have a little of Sam in his fridge as the penguin sends him letters on pieces of ice.

So South's life still revolves around his fridge so to say, just in a much healthier way.

This was such a nice tale about a guy rebuilding his life by having to be dependent for someone else.

... Even if South is a freak, dating a fellow iguana. BE A FURRY LIKE EVERYONE ELSE, SOUTH!

I'm Waezi2, and thanks for wasting time with me.

[maxwell-grant]

Thoughts on Reeves changing The Penguin's name to Ozz Cobb? Personally, I never thought of Oswald Cobblepot as a silly name and I think that Ozz Cobb sounds way sillier.

The fact that Oz Cobb is just as silly is to me part of what makes it still work as a name for him, because this was not at all about making The Penguin less silly. The change is kinda dumb, yes, and ideally to me Cobblepot would very much still be his birth/family name, with Oz Cobb being the dorky gangster moniker he uses to look cooler / hide his mother under their real name, but it’s far from a dealbreaker. Their reasoning is that Cobblepot is just not a real person name and doesn't vibe with what the show's going for, and for the most part I'm inclined to agree. Cobblepot is old-fashioned and cartoonish and kind of British/wealthy-sounding in a way that works for regular Oswald, but wouldn't work against this Oswald and his specific family background (it's not even the first time they fudged the name for that purpose, Gotham changed his family name to Kabelput and made Cobblepot the American pronunciation, and that show was going for a way different vibe).

It's not at all about whether Oz Cobb is any more or less silly or whatever it is that's fueling the latest type of terminally insufferable Grounded Batman Discourse, they didn’t change it to make him cooler or less weird or whatever (it is painfully evident how much stock they put into Oswald Cobb being a very silly, eccentric man, they can't get enough of him as a weirdo cornball), they did it because Oswald "Oz" Cobb is the name of a gangster you'd find in the papers in a way that Oswald Cobblepot simply isn't. Everything in The Batman has had that ripped from the headlines vibe, Reeves' project has been about pitting Batman fantasy against crime reality and seeing how the two crash and break and fuse in new wild and cool and fucked up ways. Oswald "Oz" Cobb is in-line with mobster naming conventions, especially for the guys that do dirty street work and need snappy nicknames more so than respectable lengthy legal last names. Oswald Cobblepot is a rich man in a top hat, Oz Cobb is a disheveled sleazeball hustling in the gutters. Oswald Cobblepot has history, it indicates an Old Money kind of name, and Oz Cobb is a nobody, and it is imperative to the whole show that he is a nobody trying to be somebody. It makes everything he goes on to do and be stand out more than if his name already made him seem fated to be a supervillain. There is nothing inherently wrong with Oswald Cobblepot, it's just not the vibe they're going for! It's so far from the biggest thing they've changed and people are being way too obnoxious about it.

That's my reasoning why I'm cool with it. Not exactly how I'd have done it, but in conclusion:

[about-faces]

Batman: Caped Crusader, Episodes 1-2 thoughts (SPOILERS)

First things first, Harvey is as bad as I’d expected. I honestly can’t tell whether this is worse than the version we got in the last Timm-produced animated Batman show, “Beware the Batman.” That Harvey was a humorless prick straight out of the William Atherton school of jerkasses, while this one is a smug sleazebag who would be someone you’d love to hate if he weren’t also a complete inversion of a great tragic hero turned villain.

I’m just so sick of people portraying Harvey as a politician first and foremost, performing for the cameras and thinking about his career ambitions. I’m sick of him being a corrupt asshole and even an authoritarian. I’m sick him being two-faced, when the irony of his character is that he himself never WAS. Now that that’s out of my system, I’ll move on, because I know he has an arc in store that may prove more interesting than the usual Asshole Harvey takes.

They tried several things with the Penguin, and I’m not sure they gelled into anything that worked for me this time out. Making her a woman, that’s no problem, and I appreciate her classic style and appearance in a time when everyone just wants to turn Cobblepot into a boring Tony Soprano knockoff.

Ultimately, though, it all just served to make her a standard “Ma Barker” archetype. You know, the alleged matriarchal crime boss who was killed by Hoover’s FBI, who may have dragged her name through the mud to excuse their killing of an old woman? There used to be several takes on her in pop culture, although nowadays the only famous one is probably Ma Beagle from “DuckTales.”

With that in mind, they should have just cast Margo Martindale. Excuse me, didn’t use her full name: Beloved Character Actress Margo Martindale. Minnie Driver is a fantastic actress (I’m still mad that “The Riches” was not only cancelled but totally forgotten), but it was a waste not to let her use her real accent. As it was, she was fine, but she didn’t bring anything special to match the physical design. As an actress, she deserved more to play with.

Also, “Oswalda” is a terrible fake name. Like come on guys, you can do better. That’s on par with Revolver Ocelot’s real Russian name being “Adamska.”

The biggest problem with this take on Penguin is that she’s set up as some kind of brilliant mastermind, only to act incredibly stupid, reckless, and gullible. She kills not one but two innocent goons, including her own son, without so much as an investigation or even keeping tabs on the suspected rats to use them as pawns against Thorne! To paraphrase Dijkstra from the “Witcher” books, you don’t kill spies, you USE them. You feed them misinformation! You blackmail them into being double agents! This Penguin is bad at her job, so no wonder she loses everything within hours. It’s amazing she was able to build a crime empire in the first place!

I also dislike Bullock being a corrupt cop in the mob’s pocket. That fits Flass perfectly, but Bullock? Fuck no. Bullock IS dirty, but he’s dirty in a very acceptable way to cops. He’s brutal, he cuts corners, he’s crass, and he’s probably not above planting or concealing evidence, but selling out to the mob? Hell no. That’s just wrong. Hate that choice. Unless it’s a misdirection. This show sure does love its misdirections from what I’ve seen so far.

Batman himself is… fine. He’s Batman. He’s not a bad Batman. He’s serviceable but unremarkable. But at least he wasn’t an irritating asshole, which is more than I can say for most Batman depictions these days. I liked Bruce trying his “falling off a boat” joke a second time, delivered verbatim after it flopped with Barbara.

Barbara being a defense attorney is a rather contrived choice, one that gets to put her at odds with Harvey while also giving her a professional in with both Batman and Gordon. Essentially, she’s in the role Harvey Dent is supposed to play. Except here she’s a defense attorney, which SHOULD put her at odds with her dad, since lawyers and cops don’t seem to like one another, for SOME reason!

And Harvey, even as District Attorney, can’t be in the role of legal ally to either Gordon, because the story is far more focused on making him a mayoral candidate who throws people under the bus for his own advancement! Feh.

Anyway, that was episode one. It was fine, I guess.

The screenplay is by novelist and DC veteran Greg Rucka, so of course Renee Montoya is the central focus. Seeing her interact with Sleazebag Harvey gave me war flashbacks to what Rucka did with Renee and Harvey in the comics: setting them up with a poignant dynamic of tenuous respect and kindness before dashing it all with “Gotham Central: Half a Life,” which solidified the perception of Harvey as a creepy, obsessive stalker for a generation of fans. That version of them was very much of display here. Sigh.

Also, Lucius Fox is Bruce’s lawyer now? Why? And also, what the hell? God, poor Lucius. He starts off in comics as the guy actually running Wayne Enterprises, then “Batman: The Animated Series” makes him Bruce’s right-hand-man, then Nolan and Goyer get the inspired idea to make him the Q to Bruce’s 007, while the comics don’t know what to do with him and even make him an authoritarian to cause friction with his vigilante son, and now this? It’s such a random choice. There’s no reason why this character should be Lucius. Hell, Lucius could have shown up there WITH the lawyer and that would have been fine. As it is, it’s just weird.

That said! I overall liked this episode an awful lot! For DECADES now, I’ve wanted to see someone remember that Basil Karlo was an older actor in the classic horror movie vein (his name is literally a combination of Basil Rathbone and Boris Karloff), but ever since “Batman: The Animated Series,” everyone has just tried to make him BTAS’ Matt Hagen. Like, I really liked the “One Bad Day” issue for Clayface, where he gradually killed his way to the top of Hollywood stardom, but even that was still BTAS Hagen, the Serious Actor, not Karlo, the old horror ham actor.

But with this episode, someone finally drew on the old Hollywood horror roots of the character, and they found a way to combine his shape shifting abilities into the mix! I’m so happy!

Of course, this is me, so I still have criticisms. Like, I think it was unnecessary to frame it as a mystery, because that added unnecessary complications. I know the original Clayface story was a whodunnit and you can’t do that now that everyone knows that Karlo is Clayface. I was annoyed by the misdirection of Karlo’s “death,” in part because I feared this would be another Clever Subversion, just like how the animated adaptations of “Gotham By Gaslight,” “Hush,” and “The Long Halloween” purposely went against expectations from the source material in stupid ways. Hell, they’re doing the same thing now with Penguin (“But wait, there’s a twist: she’s a woman!”) and Harvey (“But wait, there’s a twist: he’s an asshole!”), so I was afraid this Clayface would end up being someone else entirely. I was okay with it in the end, but I’m annoyed at the cheap fakeout as a plot point.

Furthermore, I don’t get why Basil disguised himself as the doctor (whose name I don’t remember) for the benefit of the actress (whose name I don’t remember) he had chained up in his hideout. What benefit was there in making her think he was the doctor? She was already aware she was a prisoner and was scared, so why the facade? It served no purpose in context, only just to misdirect the viewers.

This is what happens when you try to make something a mystery when it would work better as a thriller. Stop trying to wow audiences with twists and surprises when you could just be focusing on telling a good story. So what if everyone figures out Karlo is Clayface? Who cares! Just go with it! Let them be in on it while Batman and Montoya figure it out themselves, that’s where the tension lies! Stop trying to be clever.

Regardless, I really liked this episode. I want this to now be the canon comics origin for Basil Karlo’s Clayface. Just explain that the treatments for his face gradually affected his whole body, and boom, you’ve successfully explained how classic Slasher Clayface became Mud Monster Clayface. This is how Karlo should always be written from now on. If you really want a sensitive, angsty lug Clayface, bring back Hagen. Let Karlo be the gloriously hammy monster with aspirations of stardom.

[crimsonkenjii-writes]

Aizawa Shota x GN!Reader headcanons because I cannot get this man out of my head

NSFW • MDNI

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.───

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.───

SFW

Love languages are acts of service and physical contact. He can struggle with his words and translating his emotions into words properly so he’d much rather show you how much he loves you.

Hates the cold so he will always cuddle you to keep warm. If you’re both out when it’s freezing, he’ll stand close to you. Huddled up like a penguin to warm the both of you up. But mostly himself because he’ll turn into a popsicle if he doesn’t lolol

His frozen hand will hold onto your warm one and shove them into his pocket to help warm himself

He’ll act like he doesn’t love you but he really does, you just have to get use to it. He’ll call you an idiot but it really means he loves you.

Very protective, never wants you out of his sight. He’d do literally anything to keep you safe, even if it mean disregarding his own safety.

If you’re a hero as well, he’ll scold you if you made a mistake that almost led to you getting seriously hurt. You’ll think he’s angry at you but in actuality, he was nearly scared to death. He was so worried for you and feared the worst. It came out as an angry scold but it was his way of saying he cared about you.

Emotionally constipated. Took him forever to allow himself to crush on you/realize it. And took him even longer to let himself confess. He honestly probably would have never done it if he hadn’t gotten drunk that night and his filter left him. Letting it slip out how pretty he thought you were and how he can’t stop himself from loving you. Didn’t remember it happening when he sobered up and got so flustered when you told him what happened. Sighs in defeat and asks you out, now sober and red from embarrassment rather than the alcohol.

Squishes your cheeks a lot because he finds it cute. Will kiss your puckered out lips too

Considers naps with you as date as well. Always keeps one arm around you when you both sleep. Often nuzzles his face in your neck, nape or hair. If he had a real bad dream and wakes up with his heart pounding, he won’t say anything. He’ll just hold you even tighter. His uneven breathing will let you know what happened and you’d just hold him just as tightly. Stroking his hair and rubbing his back, whispering that everything is alright.

Is a tad possessive over you. If someone is obviously flirting with you he’s standing behind you staring daggers into this person. And Aizawa’s got a menacing stare so the person is scared off.

He’s only possessive though because now that he’s finally got you, and you make him so happy, he doesn’t ever want to lose you. He never wants to lose anyone ever again. So he’ll do anything to keep you with him forever.

NSFW

Motherfucking tease. Always, always teases you. And always takes his sweet ass time too that it’s torturous. Loves seeing you get impatient and beg for him. Beg all you want, he’s still going to go at his own pace. maybe he’ll quicken his pace a little, your begging really turned him on

But once he’s in you, he obeys your every command. His mind goes blank and you both are just chasing your own highs. Beg for him to go faster and or harder and he’s doing it instantly

Is definitely into the idea of bondage. He won’t use his binding cloth though, he doesn’t want the dirty thing touching his precious lover. He’ll buy nice rope for the both of you. He also isn’t opposed to the idea of himself being tied up either.

Loves eating you out, literally can’t get enough of it. And each time, he eats you out like he’s a starved man. Would actually consider you as his literal dinner please make this man eat actual food

Puts his hair up in a messy ponytail/bun right before going down on you ahskskskahdk literally the hottest thing

Likes to leave a whole bunch of bite marks and hickeys all over you body to make sure people know you belong to him

Not too vocal, Aizawa has more guttural groans and grunts. Deep hums from his chest and throat that literally vibrate through your body. Sucks in air through his teeth a lot too.

This man is a switch, he loves taking charge but also loves it when you do too. It all mostly depends on how much energy and time he’s got.

Also really likes seeing you bounce on his dick. While he lazily lays down and admires you desperately chasing your own high. His hands on your hips and thighs, rubbing firm circles into your flesh. Words of encouragement and praise slipping past his lips.

“There you go, baby. That’s it. Cum all over my dick.”

[zahri-melitor]

Some more coherent thoughts about Gotham War, now it's settled on me.

(Spoilers below cut, for length and as it's still only Wednesday)

It's not a huge surprise, but Selina's whole 'train henches to steal from the rich non-violently!' ended up being a complete side issue that only existed to get the plot moving. Nobody's conception of this plot, in two years time, will really include this detail, despite the thousands of words spent arguing how ridiculous it was.

Yes it remains a poorly thought out plan on Selina's part (she's never heard of earning money legally) but the narrative also frames it as long term ineffective from the very first issue and knocks it down on multiple occasions.

DC editorial definitely tried to dress this up as a full family event, but realistically it was a Bruce, Selina and Jason event, written by their three current writers, with solid bit parts played by Tim and Dick.

Vandal Savage remains ridiculous and ready to sacrifice anyone and I appreciate that about him. As a villain he was just the right level of stakes for this event.

I enjoyed getting to see Scandal, even if her fans would say she got done dirty here. Scandal usually has enough sense not to believe anything Vandal says, and I admit I was somewhat waiting for some level of twist here as to why Scandal was all for immortality at this point in time, but it never came.

I still agree it felt a lot like three separate plotlines intersecting, but I think they managed to land the event successfully (while leaving some nice loose threads). I actually appreciate they didn't overreach in their goals.

It still finished out with two separate plotlines: Bruce and Selina and Jason; and Dick and Tim and the rest of the family. Structurally this again reminded me as much of Resurrection of Ra's Al Ghul as Batman #138 did; the main plot and then the far more interesting Dick & Tim sideplot which is what I go back to reread. (Chip Zdarsky is clearly also a fan)

Also promisingly for an event yes, it did actually shake up the status quo and push the participants off in new directions.

So Bruce is now doing the Loner Batman thing (in that he's locked out of the fam computers/comm lines), Selina is officially 'dead' (what is with all these fake dead people with titles, Penguin is too right now), and Jason has what's effectively permanent fear toxin response to stressful situations. Also, apparently, we are getting Dick and Barbara back 'running' the Batfam while Bruce is on the outs.

As far as Bruce goes, what has been really notable in this event is how much Chip Zdarsky loves early 2000s Bat comics and their dynamics, and particularly Joker's Last Laugh. There's a lot of structural things about how this event was shaped, what specific characters did, and emotional beats that feel very JLL as someone who's read it at least half a dozen times. It's not the only influence, but it's a pretty prominent one.

Bruce ending the event in a position where he's effectively not working with most of the other Bats actually tracks reasonably well over to Batman & Robin, to my surprise. It makes sense that it's just Bruce and Damian and they're focusing on homelife and domestic relationship details between the two. It gives Bruce an excuse for why he's closely focused on Damian there.

I will admit I have not been reading Catwoman, but from the event it seems they're spinning her off to keep moving her back into a more antihero position. Tini Howard clearly has a direction she wants to take Selina.

I actually think this has pretty interesting storytelling potential for Jason. It means that he has to stay calm, or has to overcome his own fear to achieve things. It gives him a goal? Matthew Rosenberg clearly seems interested in using it for his Jason storytelling and he's got Jason right now, so...

I'm personally delighted by how much Tim Zdarsky wrote into this storyline. He used the space more to show off Dick and Tim's brotherhood and what Tim is good at, rather than push the Tim side of the Zur story we're all expecting to occur (there's that waiting Zur-Robin costume). Means he's planning it for Batman as a title itself rather than getting it tangled up here.

"It was the only way to become the second-best Robin". Yes, this is Tim getting to show off his core competencies - he probably is the only Bat other than Bruce who would have extensively studied all the trophies. Dick would remember a lot of them simply because a lot of the trophies are from old adventures, but pretty much all the others are not particularly retrospective, respect the past sort of members of the group, while Tim has always been surrounded by the shadows of the past. I loved this note.

I haven't talked about Babs yet! She's in green, in glasses, sitting down at her computers with a novelty mug, directing everyone, answering to Oracle. That's her! That's my Oracle!

I do think Bruce expecting Dick to take over running the Batfam right now is a big ask, given he's also running the Titans as the main superhero team on the planet and handling Bludhaven, but Tom Taylor's writing both those books so I don't expect to see the stress catching up with Dick there. Benefits of writer choice right now, I guess. Also personally 'Babs and Dick organise everyone while Bruce has a breakdown elsewhere' is one of my favourite Batfam dynamics so you know, I'm pretty excited if we actually get to see this play out.

New Lazarus Pit in Gotham! This won't be a problem at all.

[mikoyamisheadcanonblog]

Shopping with the Heart Pirates

I am not sure if these are in character or not, I just messed around with a few ideas I felt would fit with each character from the limited screen time we saw and of course a few fan theories enjoy. I also used second person when talking about Bepo before switching to S/O for all the others. I couldn't find the right wording for Bepo.

🐻‍❄️Bepo🐻‍❄️

🐻‍❄️Bepo is the best person  bear to shop with.

🐻‍❄️He loves giving positive feedback when shopping, and helping with outfits he finds best.

🐻‍❄️Though his choice of clothing is a bit odd, picking mostly animal prints or shirts that have a bear face on them.

🐻‍❄️He can also carry a lot of shopping or grocery bags easily without complaining.

🐻‍❄️His favorite part of any shopping trip is when he gets treated, he loves ice cream and sweet treats. Sitting and enjoying the ending of the day talking about all things that you had purchased.

🐻‍❄️He just was so happy when you chose/asked him to go shopping with him.

🐻‍❄️You are in charge of the shopping most of the time even when Law gave you

🐻‍❄️He would apologize if he picked the wrong outfit you didn’t like. Or picking the wrong fruit or vegetables. But he does have a keen eye when it comes to shopping for fish or meat knowing by just smelling if it is good or bad.

🐻‍❄️Of course, he would love to shop for his Captain to find little trinkets that his captain would like. Law does have a drawer full of little trinkets Bepo bought him. Law does secretly love and keep them.

🐧Penguin🐧

🐧Shopping with Penguin is more serious but fun

🐧He cares more about grocery shopping than clothes, but he will still have fun regardless.

🐧He finds amusement in shopping for penguin merchandise just to get his S/O. The more Penguin stuff his S/O has the more excited he gets. (Almost like he is claiming S/O)

🐧Shopping with him is a bit more organized than with Bepo or Shachi. He is more in the lead as he and his S/O stop at grocery stands picking up ripe fruits and vegetables. Or fresh meat, fish, or pork.

🐧He does have a grocery list of meal plans he has for the month/weeks.

🐧Clothes shopping is a bit more of a mess, he wears nothing but coveralls normally, but he will give his S/O fashion advice. It would be better than Bepo but with Penguin prints instead.

🐧If done grocery shopping he will wonder with his S/O and if they like trinkets or something he would buy for them.

🐧He loves trying new fruits/vegetables/meat that comes from the island before buying it. He wants to make sure the quality is worthy of his captain who is a bit of a picky eater.

🐋Shachi 🐋

🐋Shopping with Sachi is more relaxed.

🐋He isn’t very well versed in shopping for groceries like Penguin.

🐋But unlike Penguin he does put more thought into fashion for days when does go off the Polar Tang without coveralls.

🐋He loves trying on hats, any hats that would work with his hairstyle and not ruin it. Him and his S/O spending hours wearing so many different hats.

🐋He will have more funny buying goofier items for the Polar Tang…~~maybe a dirty magazine or two that he would share with Penguin~~

🐋He is useless in grocery shopping but willing to try new things all the time. A new bag of chips with a new flavor he had never heard of, he would buy and share with his S/O and discuss what they just ate.

🐋He likes wandering around the shops finding anything of interest.

🐅Law🐅

🐅Law hates shopping, getting him off the Polar Tang is a hassle.

🐅He will spend most of his time wandering the street stopping at book stalls, and flipping through the pages before buying the books he finds interesting.

🐅Shachi and Bepo do most of the cloth shopping for him as they have a better sense of style than Law.

🐅And Penguin would be better at shopping for food as Law only shops for the basic.

🐅He does like shopping with his crew, Penguin, Shachi, and Bepo keep him entertained and get him away from work.

🐅He is more willing to try new food with his crew or if his S/O asked.

🐅He does stop to stare at cute plushies for a second or two longer.

🐅If his S/O was staring at something he would buy it when they weren’t looking and gift them later during a private moment.

[phone-kisser]

REQ FOR @urthwing

Heads up I might not be great at writing these two, I've read a LOT of davesport fics and I swear they all make then act differently so I'm gonna make them act how I think they'd act because IM the one writing it and YOU'RE not (who am I beefing with no one's tryna stop me) anyway Jack is probably gonna act a LOT like ne and I'm sticking with that

There will be ZERO freaky because I hate writing freaky shit

It's gonna be in Jack's pov, like he's.... narrating as he goes along..... because I'm him and he's me and we are one. Oh and also because I like it better that way

So since the request was for them being in VEGAS the setting is gonna be a hotel. Because. Where the fuck else are they gonna sleep. Yk

ANYWAY I THINK IM OVEREXPLAINING TOO MUCH LET'S JUST GET TO THE DAMN STORY HAHAGHH. SO WITHOUT FURTHER ADIEU (is that how you spell it?? Adieu.....) HERE YOU GO

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We (Me. And Dave. Obviously.) just got a few nights at a crummy little hotel someplace in Vegas. Yay!

We've been here for a few days now, I think. It's been fucking insane. We gambled away all our tokens. I don't think the people we were playing against were too happy that we were using faz-tokens instead of actual money...

But hey, we finally got a real place to sleep instead of a dirty mattress Dave found in an alley. (Why did I agree to that???)

We walk into the room, and other than the fact that it's only got one bed, it's not too shabby. Though, I don't know how fun it'd be to share a bed with this purple shitstain, so I offer to sleep on the floor. Honestly seems like a better option.

He doesn't seem to think so.

"Why would you do that when there's a perfectly good bed right here? C'mon, sportsy, it's not like I have over ten diseases."

"...Y'know, that kinda makes me think you have over ten diseases."

"Don't be silly!!! I'm healthy. Sorta."

Yes. About as healthy as a dead possum. This does not seem like a great idea.

"Don't you think sleeping in the same bed is kinda gay??"

"Nah, not if we're both wearing socks!! Plus, it's not like we're gonna fuck or anything. It's just sleepin'!"

"...Yeah, okay... Fine, I'll sleep in the damn bed."

That seems to make him much too happy. I don't like that.

The bed is decently comfortable, for a shitty hotel room. And no roaches! Score! That deserves at least a three star review.

We lay down, (don't worry, we're both wearing socks) getting comfortable. Luckily it's a queen-sized bed, so we don't have to be too close.

Or so I thought.

Dave is very close. Like, uncomfortably close. Cuddling-level close. Why are we cuddling. What is happening.

"Dave, what are you doing??"

"Sleeping. Duh."

"No, dumbass... Why are you so incredibly close to me."

"Oh. It's cold, Old Sport!!! You're warm. It's like penguins huddling during storms 'n shit."

Now, normally, I think I'd shove him off of the bed and leave him on the floor.

...But right now I don't really feel the urge to do that.

"...Okay."

What is this purple dumbass doing to me?

"Goodnight, sportsy."

"Night, Dave."

THE END. IM DONE.

Sleepy time....

I HOPE THIS IS GOOD... IM SLEEP DEPRIVED..... But it was fun to write and reminded me how much I like writing. And davesport. PLEEEEAAAAASSSSSEEEEE give me more writing requests in the future I love writing even if it's not the best work in the world its really fun

[adidastain]

you wouldn’t know her

1997 daron malakian x fem reader (rachel)

warnings: mentions of drugs and drug use

notes: third person perspective (he, she, they, etc.) - both POVs

word count: 3766

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They’re always fucking late.

Daron pulled the sleeve of his hoodie up to check his watch and see, yep. 8 minutes late. His gaze made its way to the shivering girl next to him, the furry hood of her humongous red parka blowing in the wind. Where the hell are they?

He took a moment longer to look at her: her long dark hair, messied by a pair of earmuffs; her breath as it escaped her lips in a frosty cloud; her dirty, beat-up Converse. And her Lakers crewneck, which was actually his. He thought she looked better in it than he did anyway.

“I’m sorry,” the boy said in a sheepish laugh. The last thing Daron wanted was to keep her out in the cold for this long, but there was nothing he could really do except wait.

“It’s okay,” Rachel said. Her elbow brushed his as she lifted her hands to breathe into them. “Could we sit down?”

Rachel always found herself having weaker knees when the weather was colder. That, and she’d just finished a 9 hour long shift at the 7-Eleven. 9 whole hours of just standing. No one really even came to the store that day anyway, because of the snow. Regardless, she was getting paid. That’s all she really cared about.

She watched Daron wipe some of the snow off of the bench, before sitting down in the corner. It was an L-shaped bench that really felt quite cramped in the compact glass box with a metal roof that many called a ‘bus stop’.

They were not waiting for the bus, however. They were waiting for Serj and Shavo, who were supposed to pick them up 8 minutes ago.

Daron opened his arm up for Rachel to sit next to him, attempting to keep her warm with his own body heat. While her many layers of clothing and puffy nose were quite cute, he didn’t want her to get sick. All because of his stupid friends, who were probably late on purpose.

As intended, she pressed her body as far as she could against his. Like penguins, he thought.

“We probably could have made it there by now if we just walked,” Daron sighed, looking out at the freeway in the distance. Headlights and taillights following each other down long stretches of road, going up, up, up along the side of the mountains. He wondered if one of the pairs of headlights could be his friends.

Rachel let out a small laugh, her face practically buried in her coat. Her body was in an almost vibrating state, goosebumps covering every inch of her covered skin.

Daron wasn’t nearly as cold himself as he thought Rachel might’ve been. She was being so quiet, which was strange. Maybe she was secretly mad at him. Annoyed at him for making her have to sit here in the freezing cold snowfall for this long at 11PM on a Saturday.

“I’m sorry,” Daron said again, a long moment of silence preceding his uttering.

“It’s fine, Daron,” Rachel hummed, leaning further into his shoulder. The girl lifted her head to look up at the boy whose arms she was in. “There’s just a small breeze, ‘M just a little chilly.”

She wore a teasing grin, knowing full well that he knew that she was freezing her ass off. Daron laughed and looked down somewhere at his feet, idly shuffling them.

Rachel wasn’t close enough to him. Her body was so cold and numb that she could barely feel his warmth next to her. He wasn’t wearing nearly as many layers as her, either. He was wearing a beanie and a big black hoodie over the clothes he wore to perform, which were just some jeans and a gray long sleeve tee.

“Could I sit in your lap?” she asked. It was a lot to ask, but desperate times call for desperate measures. She figured if he was fine with their many, very secret, excessively cuddly dates at Daron’s apartment, he’d be fine with this.

It was a big jump, however. They’d never kissed, not even on the cheek. But it would just be this one time. To keep warm while waiting for Serj and Shavo, who were supposedly on their way.

Where are they? A sense of panic arose in Daron, wondering if they’d gotten in a car accident or something. Maybe they were lurking somewhere around the corner, watching him. Did she just ask to sit in his lap?

Truthfully, he didn’t think much more before pulling her into his lap, not even responding ‘yes’ or ‘no’. He instantly felt his breath and his speech leave him as she relaxed, her weight settling into him. Rachel buried her face into his shoulder, her arms wrapping around his lean torso.

Don’t, he thought. This was an innocent thing. There was absolutely nothing about this situation that would in any way excuse what he knew was coming. Don’t even think about it.

She was basically sitting on his knees, because of the awkwardness of the bench. She’d have to put her knees on the bench in order for her to sit closer. Would it be awkward? Maybe. But it hadn’t even been 5 seconds, and the feeling of Daron’s bony-ass kneecaps digging into her thighs was not a pleasant one.

Rachel shifted so that she was closer, now sitting on his upper thighs, just below his hips. She felt kind of powerful, being so close to something so dangerous. Dangerous to her, at least, at this moment. Imagine.

She pulled herself even closer, wishing she could just, like, absorb him. Become one with him. She felt warmer, yes, but every time they ever cuddled, she never felt like she was close enough to him. But this was about as close as they had ever been, and it would have to do.

Between her being dangerously close to actually sitting on his actual dick, and her burying her face further and further into the crook of his neck, Daron could barely even think. In just 30 minutes, he would have to be on stage. Why couldn’t he just be here? Why couldn’t Serj and Shavo just… not show up?

Yeah, and miss the biggest, most important show yet. God. He couldn’t bear to imagine the sheer amount of people he would come face to face with in just 30 minutes.

Could it be any more nerve-racking than this, though? Sitting under a rusty bus stop roof with his girl sitting in his lap for fuck’s sake. The girl who, for months, only knew Daron as a customer, and was only known to Daron as the really, really pretty clerk from the 7-Eleven on the edge of town, who was there every day, except Wednesdays and Sundays.

“Daron?” Rachel hummed.

“Rachel,” he replied.

Rachel took a deep breath, before asking, “Are you single?”

What kind of silly question is that?

“Well, shit. It’s complicated,” Daron answered, slightly amused by her needless curiosity. His answer, however, was not a good one. It seemed that it was not obvious to her that he was hers.

Rachel sat up, giving Daron a look of confusion and hurt, her eyebrows knit tightly together. “What do you mean?”

Shit.

“See, there’s this girl I’ve been talking to,” Daron stated, subtly wrapping his arms around her. “I like her a lot. She’s really rad n’ stuff. Works at the 7-Eleven.”

With that, Rachel felt relief. Right. Of course he was talking about her. He’s such an idiot. She was such an idiot.

Daron continued, smiling as he saw Rachel’s smile return as well. “She sells me cigarettes all the time. She steals my clothes, though. And she bites me. I dunno why, but I guess it’s kinda cute,” he beams. “She makes me really nervous.”

The truth was coming out now. He wasn’t sure why he felt so nervous around her. Maybe he was in love with her or something.

Daron found himself staring at her as she blushed and smiled, his words falling out of his mouth and drifting to her like feathers. A nearby street light illuminated Rachel’s face in just the most unbelievably perfect way Daron could fathom. His voice fell soft as he continued, speaking quietly, but with passion.

“N’ she’s got the best smile. N’ the nicest laugh. And I wish my stupid friends would hurry their asses up so I can get her out of the cold!” he said, raising his voice and gritting his teeth.

“Shh!” Rachel laughed, snorting slightly. Daron loved that. “You are so annoying.”

Daron let his head rest against the glass behind him, relaxing as he just looked at her, appreciating her. He imagined just leaning in and going for it. No, he scolded himself. It was too soon.

Right?

“Well, I’ll have you know that I’m talking to someone too,” Rachel declared, crossing her arms.

“Oh yeah?” Daron grinned, his hands mindlessly resting atop her legs.

“Mhm,” she hummed. “There’s this guy. Pretty cool, he’s in a band.”

Daron raised his eyebrows. “Are they any good?” he asked her, knowing full well she was referring to System of a Down.

“Eh… they’re alright,” Rachel stated, biting her lip in order to hide the uncontrollable grin she was sporting. She wrapped her arms around Daron’s neck and came just a little bit closer to him. “I wouldn’t know. I’ve never been to any of their shows. But this guy… I dunno. There’s just something about him.”

“Well, tell me more,” Daron requested, avoiding the topic of shows. “He sounds interesting.”

“Oh, he is. He’s a strange little dude. He likes to wear suspenders and glittery rubber bengal bracelets and paint his whole head fuckin’ silver,” she tells him. “But I like that about him. And he’s really talented and funny and… sexy.”

Daron’s eyes shot open and a grin came over his face. “You think he’s sexy?” he laughed. “You must really like this guy.”

Rachel nodded, unable to control her smile. “I do. A lot. It’s hard to believe he’s real sometimes.”

She stared into his big, dark eyes. Something about the way the light hit them in that moment gave her butterflies. That was just Daron. The boy with the big eyes and the crooked teeth and the silver-painted fingernails. The boy that treated her way better than she deserved.

Rachel felt her face get hot at the thought of this, ultimately burying her face in his neck once more. She adored him so much, but she didn’t want him to see that. He knew it, though. He knew he made her blush and giggle and kick her feet like a schoolgirl with a stupid dopey crush. No matter how hard she tried to hide it, he could tell.

Suddenly, a pair of headlights zipped past the bus stop, causing the two to jump slightly. Definitely not, Daron thought as he wondered if it could be his friends.

Strangely, he felt relieved that Serj and Shavo were still late. He’d be able to sit here with Rachel in his arms for just a bit longer, with no teasing or rumors or interruptions.

The boys knew about Rachel, but they knew very little. They didn’t know Daron was practically head over heels for the girl. They didn’t know that she’s spent several hours with him in his home, glued to him. They didn’t need to know all that stuff.

“So, like, are you my boyfriend now, or…? What’s goin’ on?” Rachel suddenly asked, sitting up with her eyes narrowed in a false act of obliviousness. She put her hands out with her shoulders shrugged, asking for clarification, as if it wasn’t obvious enough already.

“Hmm,” Daron hummed. “You’re asking me this as if I wasn’t yours already.”

Another snorty laugh came from Rachel. She’s adorable. It was hard for Daron to imagine why he would want to be anywhere else right now. Fuck the concert. Fuck Serj and Shavo.

He lifted his head up off of the glass, leaning closer to her to press his forehead against hers. She was just around the same height as him normally, but now, on his lap, he had to look up at her. Daron was more than okay with that.

“Fuck that stupid gig,” he sighed, wrapping his arms around her as he let his eyes fall closed.

Rachel stared at his face below her, taking in every single detail she could make out, being this close to him. The freckles strewn across his nose, his eyelashes, the scar on his upper lip, the stubble on his chin. She could even see his chest and collarbone, initially covered by the hoodie until she had a higher view. He’s so beautiful.

Daron’s eyes opened to meet hers as her cold hands fell to gently caress his face. Rachel wasn’t the type of girl who’d only want the guy to make the first move, but she was definitely competitive. She wanted to see how long it would take before one of them gave in and kissed the other, because if right now wasn’t the perfect time, then when?

Several moments passed, consisting of just staring. It felt like minutes had gone by. God knows Daron wanted to lean in and break the space between them, but he just… couldn’t. What if he misses? What if she doesn’t like it? What if he’s a really bad kisser? Just do it, damn it. This is so stupid.

He thought about that animated movie about the mermaid and what have you. Daron imagined a little crab sitting on his shoulder, singing and urging him to kiss de gal before the Sun sets on the third and final day.

“Are you just gonna stare at me until the boys get here?” Rachel asked.

Rachel was no mermaid, and Daron was certainly no prince. In her mind, he was. She felt like a princess when she was with him.

“Are you just gonna stare at me?” Daron repeated the question.

“Yep,” Rachel answered.

“Then yes,” he declared. A smirk grew on his lips. It didn’t last long, however. He found himself once again lost in her eyes, unable to keep any other expression other than awestruck. “I told you this girl makes me nervous.”

His speech was reduced to a mumble, not wanting to disrupt the low and lax energy of the moment with his otherwise loud, high-pitched, and indeed disruptive voice.

Daron continued, looking away from her eyes occasionally, looking instead to her lips, her neck, his lap. “Do you know what it’s like knowing that soon, you’ll be in the vicinity of the most beautiful, smart, charming girl on the entire fucking planet, Rachel? I don’t think you understand,” he stated, laughing his nerves off.

“No, I don’t think I do. You’ll have to educate me,” Rachel said, biting her lip in a grin. She knew he liked her, but she wanted to know exactly how he felt in his own words. She also wanted to know what was stopping him from just going for it and kissing her already God damn it.

“It’s like… It’s like if, like, fuzzy bugs are eating you from the inside out. And it tickles. It makes you want to throw up and laugh and cry at the same time,” Daron explained. “It’s like, sickening. But in a really good way.”

Rachel watched his body language as he said these things. The way his eyes darted around, the way he tripped over his words, and the way he mindlessly picked at his nail polish, fidgeting.

“You wouldn’t know her, though,” he stated, grinning.

“No, I wouldn’t, would I?” Rachel laughed, her thumbs brushing back and forth against his scarlet cheeks.

“Nope,” Daron answered.

As Rachel calmed from her soft laughter, an unignorable sense of urgency came over Daron. They should be here any minute now. Now. He had to do it now. He wouldn’t get another chance. The boys will finally show up, and his chance will be gone. Forever.

A gentle touch of the jaw by his fingertips was enough to hold her pretty face in place as he lurched forward, the space between them finally closing as his lips met hers. It was a short-lived kiss, but all that needed to be said was said. It was short and gentle, but passionate, and to the point. It was done.

Rachel felt as though every single nerve ending in her body had just combusted. It burned, it tickled, it took her breath away and left her speechless. For fuck’s sake. It was so much, but at the same time, not enough. She needed more.

There wasn’t much hesitation before another kiss was shared between them, but who started it? It was unclear. That didn’t matter, though. Who gives a fuck?

Rachel always found that snow makes everything quieter. It makes everything so peaceful. Especially now, as she sat in the lap of the boy she’d been stuck on for months, kissing him. The faint smooching and clicking noises made by their lips each time they separated was so quiet and soft, but loud enough to knock the wind out of her every single time.

Daron was holding the entire fucking world in his hands. He felt light, like a high, but at the same time, heavy, like he was drunk. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed, and he, quite frankly, couldn't give a shit less. His body felt like it was melting, limb by limb, and then being shocked back into place by some highly addictive electrical current.

In reality, it was only a few seconds before they naturally slowed down and pulled away, looking into each other’s eyes once again. Rachel couldn’t find her breath or her words. She hid in his shoulder once again, catching her breath.

Where is she going? Daron’s mind quickly wandered, the adrenaline in his system adding gas to the fire that was his anxiety. Did she not like it? Shit. He knew he was a bad kisser. He shouldn’t have kissed her. He shouldn’t have even thought about it. It was too soon.

“You okay?” he asked carefully, holding his breath. His arms wrapped around her waist.

Rachel quickly sat up, looking dazed. “That was hot,” she declared, grinning.

Daron nearly choked on his own breath. His humor was definitely rubbing off on her. The absolute absurdity of the statement and confidence she boasted caught him off guard. It was definitely something he would have said.

“I dunno, man. This guy is just… wow,” Rachel sighed, shrugging. All Daron could do was laugh. It was adorably stupid, how she kept this act up.

He found himself staring at her again. Rachel planted a tiny kiss on Daron’s forehead, before pressing hers to it, their cold, scarlet noses brushing together.

“Imagine they’ve just been watching us this whole time,” Daron suggested, laughing it off. It was entirely possible. The boys had been overly protective of him ever since his last relationship, when he was fresh out of high school and the band was called Soil. Maybe it was because he was the youngest. The most valuable. The sexiest, funniest, most talented, coolest one in the group. He made himself laugh with his thoughts sometimes.

“Well, if they want a show, we’ll give them a show,” Rachel beamed, leaning in for another kiss.

An incredibly fucking loud car horn blared at them as wet tires made their way down the street Jesus fucking Christ.

The two practically flew out of their pants, quickly standing up as to not be seen by whoever just rudely interrupted a beautiful moment.

“Motherfuckin’ 369 baby!” yelled one of the passengers of the car.

“That’s them,” Daron huffed, his heart racing after being scared shitless by his idiot friends. For fuck’s sake. Serj’s beat up car came into view as it pulled over by the curb in front of the bus stop.

“Are you bitches pumped or what?” Shavo yelled out of the passenger seat window.

“So pumped,” Rachel said, oh so enthusiastically. She was clearly not happy with them.

She’s pissed. Daron took a step forward and opened one of the backseat doors for her to climb in. He felt uneasy. Not only was the moment ruined, but now he had to go and perform in front of a fuck ton of people.

“We’re gonna be late,” Serj announced, seeming quite unamused as well.

“And who’s fault is that?” Rachel laughed, taking her coat off as the car started moving again. The car was stuffy and smelled like dust, cigarettes, and sweaty gym clothes. Men.

“I’m so coked out,” Shavo admitted, very amused and very shameless.

Of course. Of course he had to be fucking high.

Daron would be too, truthfully. He kinda wished he was, so he wouldn’t feel so sickeningly nervous.

“How about I just come to the show?” Rachel suggested, in order to buy them time. “I’ll hang out backstage or something.

Originally, they were supposed to drop her off at home, but now that they were nearly 20 minutes late, they wouldn’t make it there and to the venue by the time they had to start warming up.

“Don’t you have to work in the morning? The show ends at 1,” Daron informed her. The idea of her seeing him perform made him all the more stressed and nervous. “We probably won’t even finish takedown until 2.”

Of course he wanted her to come, but… he didn’t feel ready. He felt shy about playing in front of her. He had a very outlandish stage persona that was just part of the show that everyone sort of expected. What if she thought it was weird? Maybe she’d be impressed.

“So? I’ve never been able to see you guys. I definitely wanna see you now that I know Shavo’s already fucked up,” Rachel laughed. From what she could hear on the numerous demo tapes and CDs that Daron gave to her, they had an awesome sound. She heard from friends that they put on a crazy show, too. She assumed so, especially with Daron’s crazy outfits and Shavo’s excessive use of (hopefully) controlled substances.

Daron just nodded. Did he not want her to come? Why?

“If you’re cool with it, man. That actually works out perfectly,” Serj stated, pulling off onto the main road to get to the venue.

Fuck. Daron was fucked. He was so, so, so fucked.

[twistedtummies2]

Year of the Bat - Number 29

Welcome to Year of the Bat! In honor of Kevin Conroy, Arleen Sorkin, and Richard Moll, I’m counting down my Top 31 Favorite Episodes of “Batman: The Animated Series” throughout this January. EPISODE QUOTE: “The final stunt IS the best.” Number 29 is…The Ultimate Thrill.

This is widely regarded as the most…um… “suggestive” episode in “Batman: The Animated Series.” While the show was not above a few innuendos and implications here and there, they were usually pretty subtle. This episode, rather infamously, basically turns any undertones into overtones: subtlety is not part of the game. You can decide if that specific element is a good or a bad thing, but it certainly makes it memorable. Regardless, that’s NOT the real reason I love this story. “The Ultimate Thrill” focuses on the exploits of a character named Roxy Rocket: an original villainess created for the DCAU. She actually got her start in some spin-off comics for the franchise; the creators enjoyed the concept of the character so much, they finally gave her an animated outing with this story. The basic plot is pretty simple: Roxy teams-up with the Penguin, stealing jewelry for him while he acts as the fence, paying her for her work and then pawning off the baubles to the highest bidder. Penguin gets fed up with Roxy’s overzealous thrillseeking, however, and – out of fear she may cause trouble for his business at the Iceberg Lounge – tries to have her assassinated. Batman must now try to capture Roxy, before Penguin’s minions get to her first. It's the two villains who make this story so memorable. In Penguin’s case, this is the only really major story he had in the New Batman Adventures era of the show. He popped up frequently throughout season four, but it was usually as a cameo or just a minor supporting role. In this story, he’s the main villain (not the main ANTAGONIST, but the main VILLAIN; there’s a difference), and I really like the way he’s used here. By this point in the series, Oswald Cobblepot had seemingly reformed and was running a prestigious nightclub called the Iceberg Lounge…but was secretly still a villain, doing his dirty deeds out the back window. It was great to see that character concept in full action here.

Roxy, however, is the one who truly makes this story. Her origins are only described, not shown, but setup for the character is really great: once upon a time, Roxy was a movie stuntperson, and an aspiring actress. However, her stunts became increasingly dangerous, to the point where no one wanted to hire her for fear of either herself or others being hurt in the process. Roxy thus turned to a life of crime, figuring that nothing could be more thrilling than the life of an outlaw. We’ve had other villains who enjoyed the thrill of the chase, so to speak – Catwoman is a good example, for instance – but none quite so…intensely as Roxy Rocket. To say that Roxy is an adrenaline junkie is putting it far too mildly. It’s made pretty darn obvious that she basically “gets off” on thrills; that’s where so much of the more suggestive side of the story comes from.

Even ignoring that specific angle, though, it’s just interesting to see HOW MUCH of a thrillseeker Roxy is. She will do literally ANYTHING, it often seems, just to get some excitement. From very simple things, like mock-gambling, to outright taking pleasure out of the thought of her own possible demise, it seems like she’ll try just about whatever, short of murder, simply for the sake of a little excitement. On that note, yeah, Roxy’s also not really depicted as outright EVIL, but simply a thrillseeking lunatic: in both this episode and her comic appearances from the DCAU, she’s consistently depicted as being much less violent and cruel compared to a lot of other baddies. There are even hints of a sort of self-deluding naivete to Roxy: she describes herself out loud as “the heroine of the story,” and seems legitimately shocked when other characters turn against her. When Penguin tries to kill her, she’s absolutely flabbergasted. When Batman snaps the cuffs on her at one point, she’s genuinely confused why. I love the different layers of this character, and I really wish we could have seen more of her…but you can certainly say that her single appearance (barring a Superman crossover) was a banger. Did I mean it “that way” when I said “banger”? Maybe, maybe not. With Roxy Rocket, neither would be surprising. Ha Ha.

Tomorrow we move on to Number 28! Hint: “Sometimes there are no happy endings.”

[butterflyintochains]

Those Small Details

Or, five times the Sid and Geno thought something was up with Kris and Erik. And the one time they knew something was up with Kris and Erik.

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One - Training

Cranberry is alive again, and the boys could not be happier. Off season lasts far too long, and they all have a score to settle with the league's inane ranking system. Sid, Kris, and Geno skate laps with their new fourth musketeer, Erik Karlsson. He's awesome, and they're all very happy to have him. But, Sid can't help but notice something different between Erik and Kris. They're just about to go for lunch, Sid says. ''Tanger, Erik, you comin' with us for lunch?'' Kris smiles, his friendly smile. ''We won't be long, we just wanna practice some shots.''

Sid nods, unclipping his helmet. ''Oh, okay.'' Erik grins, cheeky as always. ''Well, ready to get smoked, Letang?'' Kris cocks an eyebrow, smirking while gathering some pucks. ''Don't threaten me with a good time, Karlsson.'' The duo share a laugh as Sid walks down the tunnel, he turns around, and just watches them for a moment. The easy conversation, the jokes they're sharing, something about Raleigh and Duncan Keith. And, he wonders what he's missed in the years he's known Kris.

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Two - The Plane

Every NHL team has a seating plan for the team plane, the ever superstitious Penguins are no different. Sid used to sit with Flower, and now sits by himself. Kris and Geno always sit together at the card table. The trio board the plane to Halifax together as always, and split up for their seats. And, this is where it gets weird. Lars Eller approaches Geno and Kris, and points to the empty seat next to Geno. ''Can I sit here, Geno?''

Geno nods, and moves his bag and jacket. ''Sure, that's cool.'' Kris notices Erik glancing around the plane looking for a seat, and says. ''Hey, Erik, over here!'' Erik beams at him, and gingerly takes the seat. Geno can feel the air change, a sort of familiarity buzzes between the two defencemen. Geno thinks, as they play cards, it's good that they're not clawing each other's eyes out, but it's like they've always played together. There's clearly a history here, he thinks, as Erik playfully nudges Kris' shoulder, and Kris nudges back. Geno looks to Sid, who is probably texting his sister, Sid just shrugs and goes to sleep.

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Three - San Jose

Ten two. Ten. Two. 10-2. Holy shit. They actually beat the Sharks ten goals to two. The bus ride back is remarkably chilled out all things considered. Geno is fast asleep next to Sid, head leaning on the window. Sid is flitting between asleep and awake himself, even easy wins are tiring. He's almost away, when his ear pricks up at hearing a hushed conversation at the back of the bus. ''So, did it feel weird at all? Being back here after the trade?'' Kris asks Erik. The swede just chuckles. ''A bit, it's nice to see what those wins look like from the good side though, y'know?''

Kris quietly says. ''Not really, but I'll take your word for it. Are you liking playing for us, Erik? Do you have any regrets about coming on board?''

Erik has a smile in his voice, and assures Kris. ''I am. It's a damn lot better than the alternative, the company is amazing.'' Kris chuckles. ''You know me better than anyone else does, Kris, the only regret I have is not coming here sooner.'' Wow, Sid closes his eyes, that sounded intimate. Sid feels vaguely dirty now, having listened in on such a private conversation. Whatever the subtext was, Sid is sure he wasn't meant to hear any of it.

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Four - Locker Room Gossip

Kris rarely gushes over goals, even his own cup winner in 2016 was 'just another day at work', that's why the team loves him so much. But, Kris and Erik are in deep and excited chatter about his game winner against Toronto. Kris got the assist. After the usual post game stuff, Geno just watches them talk to each other. Knees almost touching, shoulders angled inwards, massive smiles on both faces. ''God, if only Jumbo was still playing for them. He'd be fuming that you actually know how to assist me.'' Erik says, adjusting his tie. Kris runs his hand through his hair. ''If he'd be fuming, Burnsie would explode. He might have your Norris, but you have a better partner.'' Erik bursts out laughing. ''Someone's feisty tonight.'' Kris shrugs, and stands up. ''Pot kettle.''

Geno hates to intrude, but says to them. ''Erik, Legenda - team dinner? Dubas is paying tonight.''

Kris nods. ''We'll be right behind you, G.'' They leave the locker room together. Geno wonders when Kris became such a gossip, sure he'd bounce things off of Flower back in the day, but he'd never actually gossip about anyone on their rival teams. And, why is Erik so cool with Kris gossiping about his old team mates?

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Five - Five Assists

Five assists in one period, just back from christmas, and Kris is already making history for his team and the league. He finishes media, and holds his puck tower, almost in disbelief at himself. Sid sits next to him, and pats him on the back. ''That was amazing, man, truly. I am so proud to be your captain.''

Kris beams, and says. ''Thanks, Croz. I just can't believe this is my achievement, I almost feel like this isn't real.'' Sid laughs, and assures his best friend. ''Enjoy it, Kris, we call you 'Legend' for a reason. See you on the bus.'' Kris nods, and they do their secret handshake.

Just as he's left the locker room, Sid hears Erik ask Kris. ''Where do you wanna put those, Kris?'' Kris must be thinking for a bit, but he says. ''With my Masterton, on my award shelves. You've got your own now, so we're not sharing my shelves anymore. Is that okay?'' Erik laughs, and assures Kris. ''That's okay.'' Sid ponders that on the bus ride, Erik has his own shelves now? Where? Was he just living with Kris until he found a place of his own?

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Six - Home

Jarry and Guentzel were selected to represent the team in Toronto. So, the trio are left with a rare three days off. Sid and Geno, done with a bag skate, get showered and changed for lunch. Strangely, neither Kris or Erik showed up today. So, instead of eating with the rest, they make the drive to Kris' place. Seeing not one, but two cars there. ''That's odd.'' Sid remarks.

They go to the door, and ring the bell. Kris is happy as ever when he says. ''Hi, guys! You're just in time, we're just about to make lunch.'' Geno kicks his shoes off. ''We?'' He asks. Kris nods, and takes them through to the kitchen, where Erik is making stir fry. ''Erik, look who's here!''

Erik smiles, and hands over cooking duties to Kris. ''Hi, guys.'' Sid says, trying to hide his confusion. ''Hi, Erik. What brings you here today?''

Erik casually says. ''I kinda live here, Sid.'' Kris chops up some carrots, eating some as he does. ''We weren't making that mistake again, it's so much easier this way. No repeats of 2017, huh, amour?'' Erik kisses Kris' cheek. ''Exactly, hjartat.''

Over lunch, which is when Geno notices the twin award shelves, they tell the story. Getting together in Raleigh at the 2011 All Star Game, breaking up after the 2017 playoffs, getting back together at the 2019 All Star Game in San Jose, and finally settling down here. ''So, yeah, we're together, and this is our home.'' Kris says.

Erik adds. ''We're so sorry we didn't tell you about this earlier, but we've been so happy, and didn't wanna risk anything again.'' Kris finishes his partner's sentence. ''It took us all of 2019 to move past 2017, we hope you two understand that.'' And, they do, they do understand that. This is something special and private, something no one should ever be able to take away from them both. Not after all they've gone through to get here.

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Hi, all! First Kris/Erik fic, and my 65th post (I hope Erik would be proud I saved this for that) I'm gonna link some people real quick. I hope this is good! I had a lot of fun with this one!

@simmyfrobby @mikathemad @couthbbg @coffee-at-annies

[hauntedjpegcollection]

black hole

wc: 3490 au: college au ch: benny, maran

I told you so, sits very comfortably on Benny’s tongue, just as Maran’s heel sits on his knee. He has to chew the inside of his cheek to not say anything—no matter how justified it would be—fingers feeling fat as they peel open a large, square bandage.

He has to flick his hand to the side to get the plastic backing free. It flutters away and falls like a feather, discarded beside the other wrapper in his already very messy room. Maran fidgets, because Maran is always fidgeting in some way or another. His hands wind into Benny’s hair to keep himself steady, as he stands in front of the bed on one foot. Benny sits, focused on the easy task at hand, even though those fingers do get distracting.

He smooths the bandaid around Maran’s angry red ankle, fingers pressing at the edges to make sure it sticks. He knows from experience how sweat can make a bandage curl up and begin to peel away.

“There,” he concludes, hand wrapping around Maran’s bare calf. He glances up with raised brows.

“Oh, just say it, Ben. Know you want to.” Maran’s teeth indent his plush lower lip, creating a spot of white Benny feels compelled to suddenly kiss. He resists that urge, in favor of giving in to another potentially more sinister one.

“Well,” Benny grins as his hand pulls Maran’s leg closer. The boy stumbles forward, his hands roaming from hair to Benny’s shoulders. He glowers, but it’s an adorable and brattish expression, nothing serious. Pale, inked hands wander over Maran’s muscular leg. His body hair is coarse and short, making him delightfully fuzzy. It wouldn’t be the first time Benny’s caved and simply enjoyed rubbing his face against him.

“I did tell you to be careful.”

“Come off it,” Maran huffs, expression still petulantly cute. Benny kisses the top of a freckled knee, eyes big and triumphant. “Alright, yeah, I’ll stick to my converses today.”

—

After they’re dressed, Benny spares a glance at the cause of Maran’s bloody, blistered heels. Brand new white Doc Martens sit beside the front door to the apartment. There’s a bit of blood on the inside of one of them that Benny will sit down and clean out when they get home.

They’d been a present. One of those ‘just because’ presents. Just because Maran deserved gifts. Just because Benny was a sentimentalsap and he knew something about seeing Maran kicking around in big blocky boots would be so fucking adorable. Just because he loved Maran. Even if he didn’t say it out loud, he thought he could say it like this.

“You have to wear t-two pairs of socks,” Benny says as they cross the wintery parking lot of the shitty apartment complex. He wraps arms around Maran’s waist and swings him around and over a spot of black ice, his boyfriend squirming and barking a laugh as he does. “And keep the bandaids on wh-when you wear them next.” They cross a desolate street, no traffic this early in the morning. Benny can practically feel the headache forming, the caffeine dependency making him twitchy.

“And y-you need to walk with your weight on your heels more,” Benny continues, palm slipping into Maran’s. “Like a penguin.” Their hands tangle more together and Maran swings them back and forth. The wind is cutting and cold, but it’s not that bad out, considering it’s supposed to be winter. Snow lingers, dirty and slushy in the gutters and the trees are barren and dead. The world is sapped of color, grays and cool blues. Maran’s cheeks are bright red underneath the chill. Benny peppers them in kisses before they enter the dinner.

“Hey, Ben,” the girl at the counter calls out, weaving between cooks behind her. She holds up a full pot of coffee, dances toward people to refill mugs. “Maran!” She calls out happily, giving a wave that he enthusiastically returns. “Sit yourselves!”

So they do. They find a regular spot, a nice table that can only fit them, next to the window. It’s not necessarily scenic, especially with dreary beginning winter weather outside, but Benny feels comfortable next to windows. He doesn’t like feeling boxed in—and Maran likes it because the pastry display is directly on the other side of them, so he can begin planning what overly sugared monstrosity he’ll end up getting.

Their feet bump together under the table, Benny’s old, broken in combat boots and Maran’s scuffed up white converses.

“They’re kind of busy,” Maran comments, elbow to the table, chin to his palm. The red in his cheeks has faded mostly. It lingers on the bridge of his nose, on the tips of his ears. He fiddles with a sugar packet idly. Benny sits slumped with his hands in his jacket pockets, a sneeze building behind his nose.

“Whoa. Hi, Benny.”

The sneeze rips out of him, louder than he means it to, making his entire body rock forward. He’d barely been able to catch it in the crook of his elbow. More than a few turn to stare at him, but once Benny wrenches his face free from his arm, all he can look up at is Kel’s golden face.

They’re doing something new with their hair. Or, was it new? Benny can’t even remember the last time he’d seen them. Surely it’s been over a year—and even then, it’d been a passing accident at a party, where Kel had offered to get him a beer from the cooler they stood beside and Benny had told them he was trying to cut back. Kel had laughed, but Benny couldn’t remember if it was a condescending one, or if they’d just been awkward. Kel was awkward; they were a bit strange and eclectic and why the fuck were they working at Henry Street Diner, where Benny came to eat breakfast with Maran nearly three times a week?

Kel tucks a strand of their maybe new, long black hair behind an ear.

“Long time no see,” they say.

“Uh,” Benny replies.

“This is weird,” Maran comments, looking sweet in his own confused smile. He also looks apprehensive and Benny is reminded that Maran has psychic feelers attached to his entire fucking body; he can just absorb waves of emotion and sort them into categories and know what someone feels. Benny loved Maran for it, because it made it easier when he was struggling to even put a word to what he was feeling, but in that exact moment, it made him sort of nauseas.

“Uh,” Benny repeats, hands flattening on the diner table.

“So weird,” Kel laughs, pulling a notepad from the apron cinched at their trim waist. “Not every day your ex boyfriend sits in your section.”

Maran’s sneaker lands in Benny’s lap. It makes him grunt a bit, reach down to readjust so the flat heel is against his thigh instead of sitting on his aching knee. All the pink has drained out of Maran’s face now, and he stares at Kel.

“Could ask to switch with someone else,” Maran finally says and his smile is anything but friendly. Maybe to a stranger, it would be—Maran is the sort of pretty where every expression he makes seems somehow inviting. His cheeks are round and his jawline is cuttingly handsome and his eyes are big and full lashed. But he tilts his head, chin still cupped in his jaw and there is something resembling cold snow in his stare. Benny is only a little surprised.

They could both do better about jealousy. Benny could probably stop slapping drinks out of peoples hands as they try and give them to Maran as a come on—Maran could probably stop shoving himself literally in front of Benny when people came to approach him for flirty conversation (not that Benny minded that, because it usually planted Maran’s ass directly in his lap and he very much liked that ass). But Maran didn’t usually act so snippy so quickly.

“I’m not trading a two top for a family of six,” Kel replies, with a thumb over their shoulder to the rowdy group behind him. Sure enough a child is throwing pancakes onto the floor with reckless abandon and neither of the parents seem to care. Benny’s eyes switch from the child to Kel, and he realizes they have a name tag then. Benny slowly pushes the heels of his palms into his eyes.

Because he’s definitely talked about his first college relationship with Maran. Not with any details other than ‘well, they broke my fucking heart’, desperately moving on to another conversation instead. That was enough for Maran, who was, if nothing else, a very fierce defender of Benny’s heart.

“How h-have you been?” Benny finally asks, in a sort of pathetic attempt to make temporary peace. The tension doesn’t seem to have affected Kel at all, who uses their teeth to uncap their pen.

“Well, I have a second job now, so could be better. Could be worse!” Kel has the same spiky smile that had made Benny approach them; it was a dual sided snide and friendly, cocky and a little self conscious. Their brows knit together. “You’ve graduated by now, right? Is it Dr. Benson yet?”

Bennny’s stomach sinks and he’s surprised at the grief that fills him. At the cold feeling that wraps around his heart and squeezes and the angry wasps that swarm around inside his head at the realization that Kel thinks more time has passed than it has. Or truly can’t remember what year he’d been in when they’d started dating. He swallows and rubs a hand down his throat, but before he can answer, Maran does for him.

“Didn’t you guys date, like a year and a half ago?” He laughs. “You started your program around the same time. What, time flies when you’re broken up with?” The comments more overtly mean than Maran usually is. Benny’s hand sinks below the table and wraps around the man’s ankle, holding it. Maran really only has eyes for Kel, who blinks down at him. They look incredibly unsure, hazel stare flickering between the two men.

“This is my boyfriend, Maran,” Benny says.

“I like your jacket.” Kel points with his pen at Maran, who looks down at it and then smiles wider.

“It’s Ben’s, actually.”

There’s a beat of silence and then Benny clears his throat and points at Marissa, the girl behind the counter. She holds up a fresh pot of coffee, smiling and oblivious to the incredibly surreal and weird scenario that they’ve landed in.

“Coffee?”

“Jesus, true.” Kel slaps their notebook against the table and starts to turn. “You were the worst coffee addict I’ve ever dated.”

Maran looks positively stormy about it, his expression not to dissimilar to earlier, when Benny had been smoothing bandaids over his blistered heels. The heel of his converses is getting the top of Benny’s jean clad thigh wet, but he doesn’t mind. Having a bit of Maran to hold onto is nice. Strings of his blond hair fall around his face as he leans forward. Benny folds his arms on the diner table top.

“Hey,” he says.

“Hey,” Maran replies, pouting.

“Want to split an entire pie?” Benny asks, pointing to the bakery display, where warm, fresh apple pie sits. Specialty of the diner, hand made sort of shit that Benny didn’t necessarily care for, but knew Maran went wild about. His boyfriend’s face splits into more of a smile then, especially since he damn well knows Benny is going to eat two bites and then leave the rest for Maran.

Which is exactly what ends up happening.

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Maran is lacing his converses, furiously, for the second time that day. He’s muttering under his breath. He stumbles a bit and shoulders the wall for balance so he can get the second one on. A classic X-Files poster is crinkled by Maran’s hand on the wall. I WANT TO BELIEVE. It’s survived all the way from Benny’s pathetic high school days. Maran’s tongue sits between his teeth, pink and cute and bitten for concentration.

“Maran,” Benny says, sitting on his bed, back to the wall. Pillows prop him up against it. They’d both been there together, cuddling for lack of a better word. Only now Maran was yanking at the jacket he’d all but finally stolen, shoving arms through it. His cheeks are red again, and not from the cold this time. His teeth click together on another muttered sentence. “Maran.”

“What an asshole!” He explodes, a hand waving toward nothing in particular. He stomps his shoe on harder. “Who says that to someone?”

“I dunno. Black holes are cool.” It’s an attempt at a joke, but it only seems to make Maran angrier. His lips thin and his brows knot together and his eyes narrow. He keeps clenching and unclenching his hands—and Benny can understand the frustration. The anger, really. If the roles were reversed, he’s not entirely sure if Maran could stop him either.

“I’m going to go back to that diner and—”

“Kick their ass?”

“Throw them in the street!” Maran yells again, hands thrown in the air. He’s like this, in all conversations. Hands used to emphasize every point. But Benny doesn’t like when he’s so angry he starts tossing them around, when his chest is heaving for air because he’s so furious. Maran doesn’t get angry a lot, not like this anyway. It makes Benny feel guilty, but it also makes him feel…good. Justified, a little, even if that wasn’t the right reaction. And that only makes him feel guiltier.

“Mar, I w-was a bad boyfriend.”

“You probably weren’t. And—and even if you were—that’s no reason to compare someone to a black hole.”

“One of the c-coolest natural phenomenons in existence?”

“You’re a person!” Maran snaps, now gesturing toward him with those frantic hands. Then all at once, his shoulders sag visibly. His face crumples into something pained. Benny glances down at his lap, so he doesn’t have to see it.

Truthfully, Benny hadn’t been a good boyfriend to Kel. Sure, he’d not been bad. He’d not cheated or worse. He’d let Kel move in when they’d only known each other a few weeks. He’d been just as jealously possessive as he was with Maran, and Kel had liked it just as Maran secretly did. They’d gone on dates, most of them fun. They’d slept together in a variety of different positions so nothing ever got boring. Kel had never felt boring—but Benny had always felt static anyway.

He’d never actually let Kel close, is what he’d realized, in dating Maran. He’d never told Kel why he hated Halloween. He’d never admitted, like he had with Maran, that he was self conscious of his hair or his teeth. Kel had never stayed up until morning hours, helping him with index cards and rubbing Benny’s sore shoulders after hours of sitting at a desk. Kel had never asked why Benny didn’t ever mention family. Maybe they’d been sort of shitty to each other in different ways, dating in a way that was superficial and fun but never anything more.

Maybe Kel hadn’t been wrong that Benny had some black hole inside him that was impossible to fill. But…maybe Maran was right that they were a bit of an asshole to say it.

Benny holds up his hands, to indicate silently to Maran that he wanted to hold and be held. It was probably the only thing that would actually stop his boyfriend from storming out, going to the diner and making a scene. And Maran does stop, immediately and cross toward the bed. He crawls up and onto it, knees on either side of Benny’s thighs. His hands cup underneath a pale, stubbly jaw, thumbs brushing. He presses kiss after kiss to Benny’s forehead, so many that his cheeks start to go warm under the affection.

“You’ve got sneakers on my bed,” he mumbles.

“I thought you liked when I wore the sneakers in bed?” Maran says suggestively to Benny’s temple. It surprises him enough to bark out a bashful laugh. He loves being surprised. Maran’s lips move from his temple to his cheekbone, to his nose and then his lips. The kiss is planted firmly, more loving than it is sexual. Benny’s arms wind around Maran’s torso, jerk them closer.

“You are not a black hole,” Maran says.

“Mar—”

“I mean it, Ben.” His dark, pretty eyes are fierce and furious. He shakes Benny’s face, their foreheads touching. “You. Are. Not. A black hole.” They’re silent a moment, their breathing mingled and close. He tries to suppress the rising emotion in his chest; it threatens to prickle behind his eyes. He doesn’t want to remember how much that statement had originally hurt—how it had shaped the way he made friends for a long time after that. How he’d nearly fucked up knowing Xavier and Lark because of it. And he still, sometimes, kept both those men at a distance, because it was easier. Benny swallows, audibly and breathes out and tilts his head back until it touches the wall.

He opens his mouth and Maran leans in close again.

“Don’t argue with me,” he warns. The feeling in Benny’s chest dislodges. He huffs out a wet laugh and then another one, that’s real and warm. He slides his hands across Maran’s lower back.

“God, you’re hot,” Benny groans. “C-Can you say that again, but with your m-mouth on my mouth?”

“Ben,” Maran laughs. His name, a laugh. Benny loves that. Maran rocks a little in his lap.

“Oh yeah, just like that,” Benny continues, smiling nastily. “You wanna sixty-nine?”

“Ben!” The laughing dissolves as he’s wrenched to the side to lay on the bed, and Maran’s laughing is cut off by their mouths coming messily together.

—

Afterward, they’re both spent and laying lazily tangled together. It’s cold in the room, but everywhere their bodies touch is warm, warm, warm. Benny lays on top of Maran, head to the boys chest, ear to his sternum. The steady thump of his heart was hypnotizing; he’d listened to it go from racing to steady. Maran’s fingers card gently through his hair, making a shiver run up and down Benny’s spine occasionally. It almost felt better than the sex, being touched in this gentle, sweet way.

He could have fallen asleep. He was dozing as it was. Benny need only let his eyes fully close and he’d probably pass out, a sweaty mess on top of the other man. He knew from experience that even if it became uncomfortable, Maran would still just lay there. He’d let Benny sleep for however long he needed.

“What’s that one moon you like?” Maran asks. His voice is slightly rough, hoarse from the oral sex. It makes a tingling sensation mingle with the shivering. Benny is effectively spent, but the well of arousal for Maran seems so fucking endless sometimes. He sighs contently, moving to sit up just enough so they can look at each other.

The lights have been switched off, but Maran had put up string lights along the walls. Benny was fond of them now, especially because they made Maran glow softly.

“Titan,” he answers sleepily. Maran’s fingers brush a strand of floppy, pale hair from his face. Benny stifles a yawn straight into Maran’s chest and then raises his head again. “Saturn’s largest.”

Not technically a dwarf planet, but still bigger than any others classified as such. Benny liked Titan, because it was also the first moon he’d ever memorized, and he liked Saturn. The rings. He saw them from the sky once, when he was younger, and his obsession had grown. He doesn’t think Maran is asking for a lecture, though, so he doesn’t continue. He just tucks his face to Maran’s side, nose brusquely close to the mans underarm, where the smell of him is enough to make Benny insane.

“Okay,” Maran says. His fingers draw a path from the nape of Benny’s neck, over his tattooed shoulders. “That’s you, then, alright? To me.”

Benny’s jawline twitches, his teeth grinding together. He tries to swallow down the huffing sound he makes, but it doesn’t work. Instead it comes out a bit strangled and he rolls until he’s on his side, facing away. Maran doesn’t seem to mind—this is a familiar and well loved position. He wraps arms around Benny’s waist, tugging him until his back is to Maran’s chest. A leg slides between his. Benny’s breath catches a few times.

“It’s a cool moon,” Benny says lamely, his throat a little constricted.

“You’re a very cool boyfriend,” Maran replies and it doesn’t sound lame coming from him. It makes Benny snort. It makes him feel so ridiculously loved. And he is.

[pearlnareff]

15 Questions, 15 8 but kinda 11 Mutuals

1. Are you named after anyone?

I don't *think* so. My grandma's name kind of sounds like my middle name but I don't think I am technically named after her.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Today! Over a cute video of a penguin. Though like full breaking down sobbing it would be this past Sunday because my FIL is a dick.

3. Do you have kids?

Cat children yes. Real human children? No. And IDK if I ever will. I used to be on the No children at all train but over the past few months some thoughts have been thunk

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

I. Struggle with sarcasm so is it weird that the answer is I don't know? I think I might but IDK what is sarcasm and what is a joke. Or if there's a difference? Does that make sense? I'm confused.

5. What sports do you play/have played?

Iiii played softball but it was like. Church softball so IDK if it counts. And I was on the colorguard and a ballroom dancer through out high school so can that count?

6. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Their voice probably. Or the way they smell. Both of those things sound weird I'm sorry.

7. What's your eye color?

A greenish color

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy Endings. I am so sorry I am such a pansy I cannot do scary things.

9. Any special talents?

OKAY OKAY. I can't think of anything so I'm gonna share this. I can... taste something new... and tell you exactly what it tastes like. Like I can tap into every taste and smell I have ever tasted and smelled and tell you exactly what something tastes or smells like. Is that a talent?

10. Where were you born?

In a hospital! no um. In Florida. In the same town I live. Sadly

11. What are your hobbies?

I! like toooo write with my friends sometimes? And watch (certain) anime and play (certain) video games. okay (certain) makes it sound dirty I'm just Really picky okay

12. Do you have pets?

My two kitty children ;-; Poptart and Sam

13. How tall are you?

I am 5'2'' (157.48 cm)

14. Favorite subject in school?

It used to be history and English, but I've come to terms with the fact that I'm actually a math girlie. (That felt gross to say)

15. Dream job?

My dream job is to be the long lost grandchild of a very rich person who dies under mysterious circumstances and bequeaths a good portion of their wealth to me. OKAY SO One person I wanted to tag was @exquisitefrogprince but she was tagged by the last person, and she is MOST LIKELY gonna tag @myfunnyvalentinebean and @nicandragon so I probably shouldn't tag them (though I just did but--!) I will taaag @birdbrainrot @moryofinwe @faehal @sebastian-moran-has-arrived @estinyans @albert-harebrayne @nyxfaei @whimsicalrealist how many is that HA me like "i'm a math girly" then I can't count hold on... I could tag more but I don't wanna bother people :sob: OKAY 8 err 11 it is!

[methylphenidatedreams]

Okay don’t remember all the details of my dream but here are the bare bones: there had been like four or five movies produced about Hannah Montana and Elle Woods fighting over a man and each movie took place in a different vacation destination except for the last one which was in space. And they were all musicals. The third one was in the giant opulent hotel that was attacked by mutated penguins created by the Penguin and some evil lady who tried to feed me to them but Batman and Robin saved me and the Mayor, Jack Harkness.

All of the Doctor Whos knew each other and had a group chat/group FaceTimed/visited each other regularly (I guess it was like a bigeneration thing and only the most recent Doctor got the tardis), including an old lady who was apparently an even earlier female doctor from before whitttaker from forgotten some tv movie. Also 13 was a child for some reason so this lady was taking care of her. 13 had gotten put in time out but the old lady wasn’t doing a very good job watching her because she was the prime minister and trying to figure out a way to call a general election from her old fashioned desktop computer so that Jack Harkness could become prime minister instead. I think. I don’t really know how the British government works.

Anyways, back to me who was also the 16th doctor who and more importantly Steven Universe. Even though he was the most recent version of the Doctor Steven wasn’t allowed to own the tardis because he was child and was instead in the custody of all the other doctors, like 13 was. Recently he had been backpacking with 15 and he was still really dirty and he wanted a shower so he let Jason think he had been kidnapped so that they’d let him use their shower.

Bruce, Dick, and Jason lived in either a trailer or just a really small house together. It was cute and inside walls were all white and decorated like a grandma. I’m not sure who it was that was helping Batman out at the hotel earlier since I thought it was classic Robin but both Dick and Jason were adults. Actually I guess they don’t really matter since they were no real help against the apocalypse.

There were these giant like pterodactyls who kinda looked like Sutekh but without the dog qualities, just the six empty eyes and long snoot filled with sharp teeth and they had no ears so they looked kinda like skulls but with green slimy skin. They were aliens I guess and they were here to eat everyone except their culture caused them to respect mated pairs but only people who were legally married. So you could get married for convenience (not dying) but you’d still HAVE to get a priest.

One lady showed the monsters her wedding band and he was like no idiot I know you’re divorced and she was like yeah I didn’t think that would work and then decapitated the monster at the exact second it lunged for her. She was cool I want a movie about her instead I had to watch a miscommunication trope as Steven tried to propose to someone but a bunch of ribbons appeared showing him tired down to other people but that was actually just the various partners his past incarnations had taken babe please.

Actually I think he might have been proposing to a mind wiped Rose but it doesn’t realize matter this was such a strange dream even for me. Also Mrs. Flood was there but she was called “The Flood”. I’ll update if I remember anything else.

[venllari]

help didjtnsee you responed to my ask.. the whole cast ig but more specifically vbs

-⭐🎵

OUG sorry ive been pondering on my orb bout these.. (no i havent who am i kidding)

okay. below cut. (vbs are in red!):

ichi:

DEF into some sorta petplay. maybe power dynamic? ALSO COSPLAY SEX!!!!! or not in terms of miku but wtv 😅 shes also toooootally got off to one of those 18+ asmr audio videos u camt fight me on that...

saki:

hm.. feel like shes v vanilla but also Very into degredation... feel like she would thrive under being called a nasty slut

hnm:

SHE. IS SOOOOOO SO SO INTO PETPLAY ITS INSANNNEEEEE trsut me uhmmmm.. just trust me. okay. im. under her bed 😁 that dog card werent for nothin.

shi:

uhmmmm,, idk. i feel like he would be into freaky shit but also sumn like i think he would like being collared. like generally but also very much in public!!?

l/n as a whole very very into somno as well they alllllll fucked eachother while asleep at some point im gnna be so fr.

mnr:

IDK... i think shes also super vanilla.. but i think she would be into cosplay sex too! like.. not as heavy as ichi but def into it.. shes had phone sex w hrk (hrk helped her get off)

hrk:

do u think shes had sex. in general? :( she would turn her penguins heads away from her bed when she even dares Think sumn dirty. very very ace to me no thoughts...

air:

OH MY GODDDDDD SHE IS INSANE ABOUT BITING. that fang does wonders to peoples (enas, szks, hnmis, mfys, mzks) necks. :) anyway sorry im insane abt it too. gives a lot of hickeys

szk:

i think she walked in on 2 girls in miya girls (one of them doesnt even go there (it was mafuena)) fucking nasty style in the bathroom and kinda awkwardly asked to join in.. anyway mfszen poly yuri sex agenda in ur face BOOM BOOM BOOM POW!!!!!!!!!!!

mmj dont get a lot of time off but god when they do the sex is CRAZY😭🙏

khn:

oh my goddd SHE TOTALLY HAS SOME SORTA POWER THING W AN. hear me outtt. she totally lets an wreck her and then calls her a naughty girl and god an Crumbles. they cant keep it up after the other cums but they are so crazy yuri me oh my

an:

she had sex w mzk on the roof once and she does not regret skipping that home eco class for her LIFE.

akt:

uh.. i think ena caught him jackin it once and they have kept it a secret ever since but she blackmails him with it.

ty:

again, very ace to me! dont think he would explore much.. he has 9 inches tho.

CRAAAAAAAZY KHANAKT SEX INBOUNDDDDD!!!!!

i dont think abt wonsho that much sorry. they are spared from the Horny Touch.

anyway! knd:

shes fucked herself on call before (muted (not. she forgot to.))

mfy:

got called a good boy once accidentally and nearly came. mzk teased him for a good 10 minutes after before dropping it :3

en:

SHE HAS DONE NAAAAASTY THINGS W THEM PAINT BRUSHES. trust me im her water cup :) okay!

mzk:

by god where do i start. they meowed once and kanade Literally pounced on her ass. (she couldnt walk properly for the rest of the day. what she is up to you (both of them))