#is this funny to literally anyone else????

[bananonbinary]

okay. everyone here, stop. forget about ai, forget about art, forget about copyright and plagerism. forget the wider context of this debate and focus in on this argument.

explain to me, from the start, how "lazy and incompetent" are morally bad things that aren't rooted in ableism. use your fucking words, and spell it out, in clear terms, that you think that people who struggle to do a task are doing so out of some personal character flaw rather than admit that sometimes people have shit going on that isn't fucking about you.

I'm going to say the same thing that I said when everyone was talking shit about "weaponized incompetence."

It is not your place to judge what someone else is or is not capable of. it's just not. you have no fucking idea what invisible disabilities they might have. "no disability actually prevents-" yes it does. sit down and actually look around, everything you find easy is hard for someone.

even if they totally don't have any disabilities at all, it still doesn't actually matter if people get accommodations they don't "need." partially because attempting to gatekeep who "really" needs help can only hurt disabled people, but also because. it doesn't matter. it's not hurting anyone.

laziness, as a concept, is not fucking real. it's just not. laziness is a diagnoses that looks at outward behavior (this person isn't doing what I think they should), and refused to acknowledge the actual internal reasons behind it. it is inherently dehumanizing and enormously self-centered. people do not self-sabotage for no reason. I have never in my life met someone who isn't doing something that they want/need because they...what, want to annoy me personally? even people that i think are doing objectively wrong things, it's not because they're evil, or stupid, or lazy, it's because they have shit going on that they are handling poorly. "they simply aren't putting in any effort" is a symptom, not a fucking cause.

we are talking about art. funny pictures and words and whatever. there is no moral imperative to make it "correctly." you can dislike it, you can even argue against it ("its plagiarism," "its bad for the environment," whatever the hell you want), but don't fucking imply that people who do not meet YOUR threshold of protestant fucking work ethic are somehow morally inferior to you. if you're going to argue about something being bad, pick an argument that isn't fucking bootlicking. work ethic isnt real. hard work is not virtuous. easy things are not sowing evil in people's hearts or whatever the fuck.

"oh sky you're overreacting that's not what they meant-" the person above me literally said in clear terms that sentence structure, vocabulary, and expressing yourself "adequately" are skills only someone lazy and incompetent would struggle with. AND that it's "not fine" to not be able to cultivate those skills. just say you hate mentally disabled folks and go.

PS just. all of my complete rage at seeing the words "lazy and incompetent" aside, this just...isn't true at all. you guys are not doing yourselves any favors by IMAGINING what the beloathed ai artist is probably like and then shitting on him. talk to people that actually make ai art. ask them questions. some people are making shitty art, just like some traditional artists. but some of them actually are very skilled at what they do and spend a lot of time on it. just because it's *different* skills doesn't mean the skills aren't *there.* i certainly wouldn't even know where to begin with a project like @infiniteartmachine.

PS PS the original example of chatgpt and education is irrelevant to the discussion of ai art. like, yeah, asking a robot for the answers prevents you from learning, which is bad when you are explicitly trying to learn and build those skills in school. its not bad like, conceptually. the more equivalent argument would be that it'd be fucked up to submit ai art to a still life class. which is true, but not because AI Art Bad. its just grossly inappropriate and kinda ridiculous in that context.

[fee224]

Overlooked!readers future

Rafe cameron x overlooked!reader

Still writing this series… just wrote this

Once you graduated online college, within the month rafe had gained permission from your parents and proposed to you. He had proposed to you over pancakes. He had an elaborate plan created, one that topper and kelce had contributed towards, all of them sat with beers trying to figure out how to propose the right way. But it was two days after he talked to your parents. You were sat on the kitchen island munching on Nutella pancakes. Licking it from around the edges of your mouth. Wearing your pretty pj set. Hair in two messy plaits, dishevelled from sleeping. He cherished these moments of pure adoration and before he knew what he was doing, you had said yes to marrying him.

You married rafe at the country club, your typically dismissive daddy, walking you down the aisle with pride. All of your sisters in matching pale yellow dresses, bridesmaids due to your mothers request, you were honestly grateful since lack of friends. Your husband had many groomsmen, topper as best man, much to kelces dismay. Rafe spent the whole day stealing kisses, holding your hand under tables, slow dancing with you and somehow making you forget everyone else in the room, an impossible task. Calling it a night around half eleven, letting him fuck you to sleep. You have your honeymoon in Turks and Caicos for three weeks since you had nothing to rush back to and rafe needed to spoil you.

At a Halloween Party where you were a lady bug and rafe was a bug catcher with a net, rafe got you pregnant. Not realising till you were wearing a bikini one day, one of your sisters commenting on your bloating. You took the pregnancy test on your own. Rafe finding out instantly when he came home and you held out the test for him, with eyes squeezed shut. Not expecting him to spin you around and kiss your face all over.

Soon after, ward offered rafe a job in Charleston. You moved pretty hastily, moving into a beautiful five bedroom. One of the grandest homes in Charleston. Painting the baby room a pastel blue, filling it with a rocking chair, a changing table and a crib. Spending your pregnancy sitting on the veranda with a tired mr Simmons lying on your lap, patches of his fur turning grey, and his breaths becoming heavier.

Murphy was born at a hefty seven pounds and nine ounces. The pair of you smitten as you cooed. Rose and ward had travelled down for the birth. Murphy is a mini rafe. As a Child, you compare baby photos giggling at the alikeness but as he grew older, he quite literally morphed into rafe. As a Child he would go everywhere in basketball shorts and no shirt, up until he was fifteen and rafe started bringing him into his work, he became more manly. He acts like rafe too. He loves golf and polos. He’s a little more well rounded since he had a different upbringing. He has a red head, long term girlfriend who is feisty and part of the family. He’s close to both his parents, goes shopping with his mom and drives her around the town. He goes with rafe golfing, on trips around America watching games.

Mr Simmons died three days after Murphy was born. You were feeding Murphy when he climbed onto the sofa, laid his head on your lap and with a sigh, went to sleep. It wasn’t strange for mr Simmons to take naps in his final weeks but something about the way he looked at you, a goodbye. Rafe dug the hole at the end of the garden. You cradled Murphy in your arms as he carried the big retriever easily, from the house to his grave. You cried quietly, desperate not to wake the baby up. You kissed your hand, stroking him one last final time and watched as rafe covered him with soil.

Josephine was born six years later. She’s on the more chubby side and the sweetest girl. She giggles at anything anyone says, even when the jokes not funny. She’s insecure from bullying at school, which rafe has had multiple meetings with her headmaster about. She’s the biggest daddy’s girl but her mamas best friend. Every week her and overlooked!reader are at the cinema, at a cafe for hot chocolates, baking, sunbathing at the country club, going for drives or at the mall. She’s close with her older brother but he messes with her, screwing up her hair or making fun of her, but it’s only okay when he does it !! She’s geeky and naive. She’s never had a crush, she knows a lot of random facts, she hates going into changing rooms and being able to see her belly. she slept in her mom and dads bed until she was fourteen which is the reason why she’s the youngest sibling (and why she’ll always be the biggest baby).

The kids childhood was filled with love and laughter. Murphy spent most of his childhood running around the neighbourhood with his little friends, getting driven around to sport to sport. He’s loud and looks up to his daddy. Josephine’s childhood was spent on rafes lap. Not as brave as her older brother but it wasn’t exactly like her parents pushed her out of her comfort zone. In their eyes she was perfect, she knew manners, she was kind and sweet, so what if she wasn’t funny or brave. Rafe and overlooked!Reader have to be more involved in Josies life, because of bullying and overall insecurities.

their days are spent cheering Murphy on from the sidelines at all of his games. Going on holidays atleast twice a year with the kids, and a few trips the pair of you, two trips back to the obx for Christmas and midsummers, all of Sarah and John bs kids bringing Murphy and Josie around the island on a golf buggy, introducing them to all their friends. Having family bbqs where Murphy tries to help rafe. Rafe is definitely one of the coach’s of Murphys soccer team. Overlooked!reader spends ages doing josies hair for school.

Rafe is still just as in-love and protective over overlooked!reader. You get flowers every week and endless compliments. He has more of a dad bod now but kinda got hotter. You make his sandwich for work everyday and Murphy is used to coming home from parties and finding you two asleep snuggled on the couch while Josie eats ice cream, enamoured in a Disney movie on the recliner couch. When rafes on work trips, you miss his bad but you and Josie have a bigger bed without the human radiator !! Their home is full of photos and magnets from all over the world, all the memorabilia she wished her parents kept when she was a child.

You stopped talking to most of the Wilson’s after her mother told Josie she needed to loose the “chub”, rafe had never been so angry, since Josie was bawling her eyes out. You didn’t hesitate to follow rafe out of your childhood home, not returning since. But you’re still close with Sarah and wheezie. Making friends with your next door neighbour in Charleston, Sally. She has a sixty five year old husband and three boys, all of which are friends with your Murphy. She has a boob job and a genuine heart, shes the perfect friend.

Overlooked!reader couldn’t be happier than rafe makes her !!

- fee xxx

[sapphiczumzum]

Mother Miranda x Fem!reader

\ One shot /

Triggers: Cursing, Angst, Slight abuse?

And a hint of comedy in the end, my humor is a bit fucked up so if you don't consider it funny, I'm so sorry because I do.

In this one shot, the modern phones were something Heisenberg "invented" in the village so no one come at me js for the phones

And yes, this was inspired by my post👌

(explaining to your possessive partner that you only sent a typo)

It was interesting. Imagine just pulling one telephone— cellphone. Not telephone. To speak with somebody digitally?

You knew Heisenberg probably did some crazy shit just to create six of it.

You giggled, knowing it was the reason he skipped two meetings in a row before presenting his invention with pride.

You sat on the shared bed of you and your pretty crow, contemplating whether to tease her virtually so she won't be able to do anything serious or to just give her a call to see how she was doing in her lab.

My baby

You — Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyy are you busy?

Miri — ?

You — I have a feeling you don't know how to use the phone yet ;)

Miri — Are you testing me for some reason?

You — Maybe

//////

A smile crept on your face, geez.. you really missed her, huh? you found yourself quickly typing an Imy text, dazing off for a moment as you recalled her dazzling soft smile that she rarely showed anyone else.

That smile was quickly wiped off your face as you finally looked back at the phone screen.

//////

You — I miss you, Abby.

//////

Seeing the bubble pop up and disappear, you hurriedly sent multiple texts, trying to reassure your lover.

//////

You — I meant baby.

You — I have no idea who Abby is

You — Baby are you still there??

You — I didn't know that the phone had that feature.

You — Pretty crow??

//////

You sighed as you saw her offline, it was either the silent treatment or— you were once again pushed out of your thoughts as you heard a swish, opening your eyes, your gaze fell upon the black feathers on the floor, lifting your chin, you were met with a seemingly calm Miranda.

Well, that's what you thought.

You felt sharp pain as Miranda forcefully shoved you on the ground, her steps calculated as she closed the distance between you both, grabbing you by your neck, her mask was thankfully not on her as she leaned down to your level.

“I suggest you tell me before I order the lords to find women in the village with the same name, executing them in front of you one by one, so they know you were the reason for their deaths."

Miranda whispered harshly as you whimpered, her grip firm, not enough to draw blood but enough to cause you pain that you wouldn't forget.

"You should be grateful that I even considered you to be my spouse. There are many women who could easily replace you."

Seeing that you couldn't focus, she dropped you on the ground, a loud thud heard.

"Miranda, I don't fucking know anyone named Abby. It was just a mistake. I meant to type—"

You were cut off as she laughed, staring at you, it was evident in her eyes on how she felt.

Jealous.

Greedy.

Possessive.

You slowly backed up to the cabinet behind you for something to lean on, tears threatening to spill.

"Then, I'll let this one slip for now."

Miranda said casually as if you weren't literally fearing for your life a few moments ago because she threw you on the floor and threatened you for a mistake.

She hummed with satisfaction, she saw the fear and honesty in your ever so beautiful eyes and that was enough to hold herself back, at least for the time being.

She carried you over to the bed, planting a small kiss on your cheek as if she didn't just hurt you.

"Take a joke, honey."

"You call almost making me unconscious because you shoved me on the floor and dropped me because of a misspelled word... a joke?"

"Precisely."

"Fuck you, Miranda."

"I'll gladly let you do so."

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If y'all didn't like this, feel free to skip, I don't like negative comments (plz spread positivity my little rays of sunshine)

Maybe I'll do a small series about my rant just earlier? I really want gut wrenching, heart breaking shit

[cringefaecompilation]

ngl was gonna say people still see callowmoore as a joke or just think it's solely based on flirting but i realized that it is kind of a running theme with every fearne ship. like callowpea is a joke, imogearne is a joke, teven/fearne is a joke, braius/fearne is a joke, and literally any rarepair with her in it is just "ha ha wouldn't it be FUNNY?"

like it's not "slut-shaming" like in other fandoms but it's something else that i can't quite place my finger on. like it's obviously misogynist that nothing fearne does is taken seriously including her love for anyone because she's seen as just "lol xd random!!!!" or "flirting"

[ficmenrhot]

Potentially stolen work made into C.AI?

Ok, I don’t know if anyone is even going to see this but I noticed there is this one chat bot on C.AI which description sounds a little scarily like this piece I’ve written and I’m not sure whether it’s just a coincidence considering I can’t see the date the chat bot was made. I was scrolling through the Simon bots and clicked into it and literally got deja vu of my writing.

I don’t want to accuse anyone of anything but …

Both the chatbot and in my writing, the main interest is Price’s daughter, described as ‘out of place’ amidst the ‘tall’ soldiers with something uniquely captivating about her, and is addressed as ‘luv’/‘luvie’.

In both pieces, Price also introduces Simon as one of his best man and there are just small details that feel way too similar like the interest’s flutter of lashes and shy demeanour.

The part that got me most was the way that Simon offered a handshake, something he ‘rarely offered to anyone else’, which was an additional detail on my part which I thought was funny when I published my post. Both the pieces, Simon is also described to have the facade of a gentlemen.

I’m not mad if the chat bot was inspired by my writing, I am super flattered but I just I wish I got credit if it was. Or perhaps I’m being obnoxious and it truly is a coincidental event.

Someone please be the judge of this I CANNOT REST

The C.AI is labelled ‘Ghost-Daughter’ under @xypvnther

Minors DNI

Late night thoughts but…

Imagine Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley who was instantly enchanted by you the second you walked onto base wearing an innocent smile and a short skirt barely doing anything to hide your soft, plush thighs. You looked so out of place with your baby pink colours as you flounced amongst the tall, strong soldiers and pecked your dad, his Captain, on the cheek with a small grin that flashed your dimples. He groaned quietly, thankful for his balaclava to mask his slipped-up noise though the print of his hardened erection straining against the materials of his pants was undeniably prominent. What the fuck was wrong with him?

Later when his Captain, Price, called him over for a proper introduction, he played the facade of a restrained gentleman and even reached out his hand for you to shake (which he would’ve never offered to anyone else). Secretly, he just wanted to see the difference of your smaller palm swallowed beneath his larger, calloused hand, already mentally picturing the image of what your manicured nails would look wrapped around his cock.

“Princess, this is one of my best man. Meet Ghost,” introduced Price. Simon swore he saw your lashes flutter as you gazed up at him, tinted cheeks with pretty plump lips pulled into a small shy smile he couldn’t wait to corrupt.

“Call me Simon, luvie,” he drawled, his voice a deep yet velvety timbre which made an odd flutter erupt in your stomach.

Who could’ve blamed you when you ended up pinned against the wall in Simon’s room, your legs wrapped around his thick waist, his large hands cupping your bared ass as he rutted into you like a bitch in heat. He just seemed so nice….and if your dad had trusted him to bring you safely to your temporal stay after dinner, then why couldn’t you?

How convenient was it that his room was right besides yours? It wasn’t that he forced another soldier to swap with him for the night by abusing his authority.

A goodnight kiss grew heated when his gentle hold on your cheek turned into a grip around your neck, pulling your smaller frame against his toned muscles, letting you feel how much he’d been craving you the entire time since your arrival.

“You feel this, luvie? Can you feel how hard you make me, little tease?”

“Gonna be a good doll for me and help me feel better hm?”

His face buried in the crook of your neck, inhaling in your sweet scent and wishing he could engrave the sound of your soft whimpers, desperate moans and pleas into his mind as he stretched you out so good…pounding roughly into your tight heat with long, hard strokes that made your eyes roll to the back of your skull, digging faint crescents into his broad shoulders.

Sure, your cervix may have been bruised for the next few days, but the ache was worth it for the most life-changing marathon of blissed orgasm he gifted you. Lengthy fingers thrusting and curling against your sweet spot, his balaclava lifted high enough to attach his lips to your swollen clit, sucking and licking so expertly and tongue-fucking you into oblivion. Lapping at you to taste your sweet nectar after he brought waves of pleasure to wash over you again and again, then again.

“Little pussy so fucking warm and tight, mhm,” he groaned almost gutturally, “made to be fucked…made to be mine.”

“Know what this means, luvie? You’re tied to me now…forever mine to use and spoil and love…”

Simon delivered a small, firm squeeze to your neck when you responded with an incoherent mewl and not words.

“Say it.”

“…ah..nghm…” you were a whimpering mess, mind completely hazed with pleasure at this point, legs shaking, “…yours to use…and spoil and…love”

“That’s right, that’s my good luvie.”

With one final thrust of his hips and a low grunt, he released, filling you to the brim with warm, spurts of his cum and ensuring you were stuffed full with his sticky seed.

Now that Simon had a taste, he would be crazy to let you go. He was a man of many things but never a liar, and indeed, he’d intended to keep his promise of making you forever his.

Much to his satisfaction, the next time you returned to base after a few months, you were more than just a visitor for his Captain but his girl…

And when you ran up to kiss his cheek, he noticed, the slight curve of a bump forming beneath your soft pink sundress.

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A/N: Has it been a year? I don’t know, but I’m back and I’m in my COD era! Hope you enjoyed reading this. All likes, reblogs, and follows are appreciated, so are comments!

[birtsby]

poe is NOT a morning person but he IS a pop girlie 💁🏼‍♀️

[direpunk]

filming friends

[skrunksthatwunk]

non-comprehensive haruhi autism creature comp

i mean just look at him she's literally

[mariusrenathyrs-crashout]

I believe in their last Q&A live stream, they answered a couple questions from fans on patreon, a few of which involved the gang leaving their day time jobs to start doing LoA full time and just asking general food questions that led to roommate horror stories.

Richie and Mikey were talking about how in college, Mace would crash in their dorm with them and sleep on their couch. Ig he and another roommate tried making pancakes on their stove using a sheet pan which sort of worked until Mikey remembered it had like a paint or coating on the bottom that Mace and the other dude fully didn't know about so they were just like "These pancakes are great! Anyone else smell burning plastic though? :D" Lol, Mace and food stories is such a funny combo, bro makes lead infused pancakes and orders 400 dollars USD worth of pizza.

The Chili story is a Richie and Nikkie story of them making this huge ass pot of chili that they had both been so excited for, Richie literally said he thought about it for like 12 straight hours lol. They put everything in the chili the day before, let it cook, he went to work and came back and he said the whole house smelled amazing. He goes to pot, stirs it and - "oh. There's some white flecks on top. Hm, maybe that's the bacon fat we had put in?" He stirs it, and out comes a big ass piece of plastic, the thing that ground beef sits on in the packaging. Nikkie had as the boys called it "put the ground beef paper diaper into the chili." Richie said it wasn't microplastics, it was macroplastics and the two had to dump the whole thing out and were just glad Mikey hadn't come downstairs while they were both gone to eat it and get mega poisoned.

The other food horror story and one reason I think Derek didn't rock with roommates was cause his roommates in college would cook burgers on the stove but didn't try and use anything to catch the grease, so they'd let grease sloop down the counter and down the cabinets and onto the floor and stain the floor. He said they also caused an almost fire from one of the fuckers not knowing how to make a grilled cheese and making it wrong.

WHAT DO YOU *MEAN* THERE WAS A MOMENT IN TIME WHEN ANDY LIVED WITH MIKE RICH AND NIKKIE. UNTIL HE AND KELS FOUND A PLACE IN THE SAME CITY. WHAT.

[laurrelise]

picture this: me, frantically feeding this apparently dying fandom textposts like i’m drowning a very dead plant in water in an effort to revive it

[itbemoonchild]

God I love watching people trying to do math

[hyohaehyuk]

(x)

I swear this hate tweet that become a meme in the fandom is perfect to explain those photos above 😅

[jon-sedai]

And remember kids, the next time someone tells you, "George R. R. Martin wouldn't make Jon Snow the typical fantasy hero because that's cliche".....

Oh yes he would!

One viewer wants to know what character would you play (on the show)? GRRM: If I could magically clap my hands and become a different person, it would be cool to play Jon Snow who's much more of the classic hero. Everybody wants to be the classic hero! ABC Interview, 2014

GRRM: And the character I’d want to be? Well who wouldn’t want to be Jon Snow — the brooding, Byronic, romantic hero whom all the girls love. Meduza Interview, 2017

In fact he already has ☺️

[koushuwu]

» 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢’𝐦 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 (𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱) *:･ﾟ✧

» 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: hinata shoyo x reader | 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 4,2k | hq masterlist

» 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: hinata shoyo both lives and loves freely, and he ain’t ashamed. neither is he opposed to sharing some of that loving with a fan, when said fan so clearly finds him cute.

» 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 (𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬): afab!reader, multiple writing styles, alcohol consumption, smut, one night stand, feet (a little bit), slight body worship, nipple play, spit, fingering, consensual sex, no editing we die like neji. lmk if i missed something.

» 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: @tyga-lily (i hope that it's okay to tag you in this, since shoyo is your mans.)

MSBY!shoyo who has always had a very lively personality, having more than once been referred to as a “sunshine boy”. by many a different person, mind you. so of course it’s only natural that he’d be one to very much enjoy the party scene with his fellow black jackals.

MSBY!shoyo who finds himself the life of the party, with his drawing personality, his carefree demeanor, his quick radiant smiles and his fiery passion. with bokuto by his side especially, it was hard to believe anyone could not enjoy themselves. that is, of course, unless they were sakusa, who’d generally rather be home than on a night out, no matter the company. especially at atsumu’s favorite club of all places.

MSBY!shoyo who’s sending the bartender a bright smile, when he sat a drink down in front of him. “from the young lady over there.”

MSBY!shoyo who had had this happen before, but the bubbling joy never seized to erupt every single time, and he couldn’t help turning that bright contagious smile towards you across the club. his smile widening when you look away, bashful, before meeting his gaze with a fire that matched his own passion to a t.

MSBY!shoyo who got pulled back to the present by bokuto’s chiding “oh, she’s cute.” the electrifying moment crackling but never breaking, as shoyo turned to his friend and teammate with a grin as big as bokuto’s spread across his face. bokuto’s grin rivaling that of shoyo’s in contagiousness. again; unless you’re sakusa, who’d still rather be home, watching on in distaste.

MSBY!shoyo who glanced down at the cocktail in front of him, then looking back up at you. only now you were nowhere to be seen. he scanned the crowd for a glimpse of you, but between the many partygoers, he didn’t stand a chance, instead taking a sip of the vibrant cocktail in front of him. it was good. really good. and somehow that made him yearn for you to return to his line of sight.

MSBY!shoyo who found you later on the dancefloor. the bass was thumping and as he moved towards his table, and there you were. right in front of him, dancing with your friend. or he thought it was your friend. stopping in his track, he watched you spin around. and that’s when your eyes met his. for one split second, you seemed surprised to see him, but then you smiled.

MSBY!shoyo who feels entranced by the smile you sent him. by the glimmer in your eye and by the energy that surrounded you like an aura. who couldn’t help but feel a sense of wonder at the draw you exuded toward him. the draw, that pulled him in, like other people had told him over the years he did to them.

MSBY!shoyo whose eyes followed your movements as you danced. who followed the move of your hands as one found his, and pulled him close. “hinata shoyo, right?”

MSBY!shoyo who knew you were a fan, the moment you said his name, but didn’t even care when you looked at him like that. who’d been with a fan on more than one occasion. it was all the same to him. a nights fun was a nights fun, no matter with whom, to him. but even so, he’d be lying if he said there wasn’t something magnetic about you. something a little out of the ordinary, compared to the rest. but no one asked, so he didn’t tell. at least, not yet.

MSBY!shoyo who couldn’t help but smile even bigger as you pulled him closer. as he pulled you closer in turn, and as you moved with him. as he moved with you.

MSBY!shoyo who despite lacking in some aspects as a kid found his rhythm fast. since going pro and since joining the black jackals. and especially since meeting atsumu and bokuto again, had learned that he, as atsumu phrased it, had moves. he knew how to move and he knew how to guide you as he did.

MSBY!shoyo who’d become so accustomed to the move of his own body on the dancefloor that he’d expected himself not to get flustered when your hand trailed over his skin. but he did. his heart may have stuttered and his movements faltered for a single moment in time. but then the next beat of the music boomed from the speakers and he’d already found his footing once more. 

MSBY!shoyo who knew it was coming, but still felt heat clouding his features when your fingers traced the nape of his neck, testing the waters as you slit them further up, burying your fingers in his beautiful red hair. whose eyes stayed locked on yours the entire time as you moved together.

MSBY!shoyo whose eyes fluttered shut when you pushed up to your toes, lips gracing his softly. he felt it in every fiber. every single cell of his being when you kissed him. when he kissed you back. who felt the entire world fall away as he let himself get lost in the moment. in the closeness and in the taste of your lips. who chased after your lips when you pulled back, that contagious smile still lingering. who opened his eyes to watch you just as you opened your mouth to speak. “i got you my favorite,” you told him. “i wanted to see what it’d taste like on your tongue.” he smiled at that and asked “and? was it to your liking?” your laugh sounded above the music, like a calling to him that he’d never known he longed for. “hmm. hard to tell.” you smiled, pulling him back in by the collar. “might need to have another taste, just to be sure.”

MSBY!shoyo who brought you with him home to his hotel that night, knowing that the tabloids would blow it up, given the chance, but he didn’t mind. shoyo lived his life and he wasn’t ashamed. not one bit and he never would be. he lived and he loved. and he did it freely. especially with someone as cute as you. so he took you to his back home to his hotel.

MSBY!shoyo who spent the entire ride back lively and brightly. not once allowing the mood to turn awkward. not once letting a single uncomfortable silence settle. not that he particularly tried to fill the silence. it was just natural to him. second nature and hadn’t it been what gravitated you towards him? who was delighted to find, that you filled up half of the space and the silence yourself, perfectly bouncing off his energy with your own. it was stunning really, and shoyo found himself drawn to you, just as well as you had been him.

MSBY!shoyo who could still taste you pleasantly lingering on the tip of his tongue as you stepped into the elevator by his side, grateful to have found the streets empty outside his hotel. who let his fingers trace the back of your hands, a lopsided smile pulling at his lips as you turned your hand and interlocked your fingers with his.

MSBY!shoyo who led the way out of the elevator. down the hall. briefly stopping before the door to his room before letting the both of you inside. the room that he thankfully had to himself. could you imagine? sharing a room with sakusa would have given the poor guy a heart attack if he’d known what was about to go down in that very room. truthfully, it probably would anyway, even if it wasn’t his room. but alas. the room was hinata’s alone and he was not about to pass that opportunity by.

MSBY!shoyo who was eager in many a setting, but for once didn’t feel any rush. no better way to get with someone, than allowing the both of you to enjoy the experience. allowing you to indulge. to have fun and take your time. that was his philosophy at least, when it came to sex. especially with one night stands. to kick things back and just enjoy. no rush. no hurry. so he led you inside, guiding you to the bed and gently setting you on the edge and dropped to his knees. not that he was about to propose, but those heels looked awfully painful.

MSBY!shoyo who lifted one of your feet from the floor and undid the strap, sliding it off. and then the other, fingers gliding over your skin in relaxed confidence. something he’d learned over the years that now came to him like second nature. 

MSBY!shoyo who couldn’t read your mind, but definitely noticed the way you admired him on the floor in front of you. who couldn’t read the thoughts on him, that went through your head. he was cute. he had energy. he had stamina. he was fun. he was passionate. he was eager. he had this air around him. confidence. that’s what you saw when you looked at him. and it was sexy. painstakingly so. all these things, something that shoyo didn’t know. but he saw the glimmer in your eye, and who was he to let you wait?

MSBY!shoyo who lifted your bare foot higher in the air, and planted a kiss at your ankle, relishing in the little visible shudder coursing through you. cute. he did it again. and again. each kiss edging just a little further up, tasting the skin of your calf.

“hina—“

“shoyo,” he said. “call me shoyo.” he looked up at you from the floor. a playful glimmer in his eye and a joyful smile at his lips.

“shoyo,” you repeated in agreement. tasting his name as if you hadn’t already put the name in your mouth numerous times before. but never like this though. never with him. always, always, always in conversation with friends. family. fans. but this? this was different.

MSBY!shoyo who relished in the sound of his name spilling from you lips. he smiled. chuckled. he looked up at you, anticipation reflected in your eyes as they followed his every move. every single one of his movements as he moved up further, kissing the side of your knee before licking a stripe up your inner thigh. the fact that you were wearing a dress, no tights, was like a gift bestowed on him as he tasted your skin. your hand shoved into his soft fiery locks as your breathing hitched when he blew his warm breath across the saliva on your leg.

MSBY!shoyo who, despite being eager and energetic, took the time stop and make sure you actually wanted this. who asked you more than once if you were sure. if you were okay with anything he did. because you may have wanted him when you left the club with him, but that didn’t mean you still did. shoyo was a free spirit and a respectful one at that. so he asked. and once he’d got you splayed out on his hotel bed, clothes discarded on the floor, he asked you again. but this time, he asked you something different.

“What do you want me to do?” his breath against your skin sent a shiver through your body as goosebumps rose across your flesh. this time not a ‘are you sure?’, ‘do you still want this?’ or a ‘are you feeling okay?’ but simply a request for you to indulge him. to play with him.

“touch me,” you told him, the alcohol in your system stripping you of any embarrassment sober you might’ve felt by speaking your mind like this. but tipsy you? tipsy you wanted his hands on your body and tipsy you weren’t afraid to say so.

“where?” he asked. “if we’re gonna do this, we might as well have a good time, yeah?” it was more of a statement than a question really, because it was simple. of course you might. and that was the thing shoyo really wanted most. to ensure that the both of you were having the best time that you could on this one night together. you were just about to reply when a mischievous glimmer played in his eyes. “here?” he asked, bringing his hands up to cup your tits. you nodded when he pinched one nipple between his fingers. that made his lips split in a big, beautiful, blinding grin. then he dipped and took your other nipple between his lips and suckled.

there was a breathy sound escaping your lips when his teeth graced the sensitive nub, making your back arch off the bed. he did it again, rolling your other nipple between his fingers at the same time.

“shoyo–” you whined, the last note drawing out as his tongue flicked around your nipple. he looked up at you and finally released you, tongue sticking out and a little bit of spit trickling onto your exposed skin. the glimmer in his eyes was captivating. entrancing. the smile on his face was dazzling. drawing. he was looking at you, as if you were quite literally the only woman in the world, and even if he might not be yours to keep, it never felt forced. maybe because to him, at that moment, you were in fact very much the only woman that mattered, and he absolutely made sure that you felt it.

“where?” he asked you again, this time pausing to let you reply. to let you tell him what and where you wanted him to touch. and so you did. you took his hand in yours and guided it down. down. down. down. until his fingers rested against your sex.

“here,” you said and he grinned back at you. drawing indeed.

“oh? this pretty little lady?” he asked, letting his fingers slide between your folds, feeling the slick against them. “happy to oblige,” he said. you sucked in a breath as his digits danced over your clit. he was good. really good. the playful melody of his fingers was lighthearted. fun. good. perfect. something so different to anything you’d ever tried with any one night stand before, and for a moment you couldn’t believe your luck, that he’d taken you home. you. out of all the people he could have pulled from the bar, he’d picked you. a fan of his no less. the next moment you remembered that you had indeed been pretty straightforward with you advantages from the very start. but who could blame you really? the guy was cute as hell. little did you know that shoyo really hadn’t planned on taking anyone home at all. he never did when these sort of things happened. but your straightforward approach had been exactly what captivated him. you’d let him have a glance, but you hadn’t pushed. not until he was right there in front of you again. and at that point, he’d already been looking for you for hours. the trap already snapped closed, even if you’d never truly expected it to play out like that. but it did.

the temperature rose like a crescendo between the two of you. a moan fell from your lips and shoyo smiled. his eyes locked onto your and held your gaze in place. there was something about the way he looked at you right then, that made it feel impossible for you to look away. so you didn’t.

“give me your hand,” he prompted, reaching out. you placed your hand in his, gaze still interlocked with his. fingers slid gingerly over your skin as he let them glide from your hand, up to your wrist, circling it softly. drawing your hand towards him, he opened his mouth, tongue sticking out. his thumb grazed your palm, then pressed lightly. you straightened your fingers at his silent command. you couldn’t help but feel drawn in by him as he put your fingers to his mouth, tongue sliding in between them. around them. pulling them in. he was mesmerizing. even more so than you’d ever imagined, watching him play or participate in interviews. like he was a completely different league.

as much as you probably could have tried to keep your voice back, you didn’t. you mewled. you keened. and he hadn’t even entered you yet. he hadn’t entered you yet. he should– he bit down gently on your knuckles, and you whined as you felt yourself tightening around nothing. he should–

“shoyo–” you whined. again. but you didn’t care. because you were here and he was here and you were together and that’s what mattered. “inside, too. please,” you pleaded. and he smiled, removing your fingers from his mouth.

“okay,” he agreed. he didn’t press inside. instead he shifted in the bed, placing himself on his knees between your legs. and that’s when your eyes grew wide, because with your hand pressed to the mattress, his fingers caressed your skin. from your wrist, down the inside of your forearm, making you shudder. then, down the side of your ribs, over your hip and then to your thigh. he pushed it down. out. and then he did something you hadn’t expected him to. gaze still trained on yours, he let a dribble of spit fall from his lips. the cold, wet sensation sent a pleasurable ripple through your body. from your very core and through every little inch, ebbing out as it reached your fingertips. goosebumps broke out across your skin, amplified only by the way he looked at you. and looked at you. you looked back. captivated. as if you couldn’t truly look away. lacing his fingers between yours on one hand, the other found your pussy again, tracing through the slick of his own spit and your arousal.

“last chance to back out,” he said when one finger pressed against your entrance. it was soft. imødekommende. understanding. but you just shook your head. you wanted him, and he clearly wanted you.

“not gonna happen,” you told him, tone equally soft. a little teasing. he grinned. he did that a lot, you noted. and then he pressed inside.

shoyo was as giver. he enjoyed the playful thrill of pleasuring his partner. of giving, and giving, and giving. making his partner feel good. happy. it was a feeling like no other. and that was exactly the feeling he reveled in, that very moment, as he worked you open. as he stretched your pussy, first making room for one more finger, and then as he slowly thrust them into your heat, again and again.

your own grip tightened in his, moan after whine after mewl after whimper spilling into the scorching air around you, mixing in with his labored breathing, in a wondrous, beautiful symphony. rising and falling in perfect harmony, the filthy squelches of his fingers picking up pace, bullying into you, making for the steady bass of the sweet orchestration.

somehow, shoyo knew exactly how to angle his fingers to hit just that perfect spot inside. to go just deep enough. honestly that should not have been legal. and yet somehow he managed it.

the hold around your hand loosened, but only long enough for shoyo to nestle the palm of his own hand against the back of yours, digits once again slipping between yours, and squeezed it lightly. it tingled. you didn’t know why, but it did. every little bit of skin that he touched was buzzing, as if electric. charged. charged like the feeling in the pit of your stomach; rising expectantly. reaching. stretching towards the peak of crescendo, each tone strumming higher and higher in pitch. shoyo curled his fingers, thumb caressing your hand as he continued to pump into you. you hadn’t expected him to make you cum, honestly. not because you thought he’d be bad in bed, but first times and one night stands often left a lot to be desired for you, because you simply didn’t know each others bodies well enough. so you hadn’t expected him to manage it. at the very least not this fast. but you felt the rise, rapidly approaching the climax you hadn’t been prepared for. but when he brushed deep inside you once more, you welcomed it, as it washed over you in a delicious flow of heat. it wasn’t fireworks going off inside. it wasn’t an earth shattering crash of pleasure snapping in your core. it was warm, comforting pleasure rolling through you like the waves lapping at the shore on a quiet summer night, and it was perfect. shoyo smiled at the sound of his name, softly sliding off your tongue like a contented sigh. he held you until the waves of pleasure ebbed out, thinning to a pleasant hum.

“good?” he asked you when he sensed you were back. that you’d come down from your high.

“good,” you confirmed, voice soft and flashed him a lazy grin of your own.

“good,” he said, lifting your hand to his lips. they were soft. softer than any guy’s lips you’d ever felt, as he kissed the palm of your hand. then he kissed it again. “i’m glad,” he said, breath hot as it spread against your wrist before his lips pressed against it. your skin tingled. the sensation sending new heat surging down your spine. spreading and once more made you long for his touch. for more. for him. shoyo seemed to sense the charged atmosphere. the way you looked at him, because he chuckled as he kissed your wrist once more.

“shoyo,” you said, and he looked at you, still standing tall between your thighs.

“hm?”

“instead of my wrist, maybe you could kiss me instead. or better yet, you could fuck–” your words cut off when he pressed leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. he guided your hand into his hair as he kissed you, just as you’d asked. his warm cock bumping against your abdomen as he adjusted over you. the kiss was short and he pulled back, nipping at your lower lip as he did. you chased his lips, but he just grinned at your efforts.

“that’s just want i wanted to hear,” he told you and then kissed you again. and again. and again and again and again. and even through kisses, it didn’t take long before shoyo had successfully slid the rubber in place, tip now excitedly slipping through the wetness of your cunt. “how do you want it?” he asked you, and there was another shiver rippling through you. you never thought you’d get excited by talking in bed, but the the way shoyo did it was– well it was hot. incredibly so. something about the way he considered you, even for a one time fling. the sheer confidence of his bright and attentive aura. it gave you the confidence as well, to be free and to ask of him exactly what you wanted.

“from behind,” you said. “i like it from behind.”

“alright, princess. turn around,” he told you. it wasn’t a command. a simple instruction that you found yourself eager to follow. and so you did, feeling his gaze on you as you did. he was admiring you. every single inch of skin. every curve, crevice and crease as you turned. you were beautiful in every sense of the word to him, honestly. he let you settle into the position that was the most comfortable for you, and didn’t touch you before then. as you rested against the bed, ass raised in silent invitation, he finally did touch you. one single finger traced the curve of your spine, from between your shoulders and all the way down to your tailbone. featherlight and burning hot at the same time. he drew circles across your skin before finally resting his palm against your hip. with the other, he lined himself up with your entrance, and then stopped.

“shoyo. fuck me, please.” you told him, before he had the time to ask if you were sure. if you were ready. if you were comfortable, or anything else along those lines. you’d have to admit that it was insanely hot that he did so, but right now– right now you wanted nothing more than for him to get inside you, and you were not going to waste any more time than absolutely necessary before you got what you wanted. shoyo clearly got the memo, because his hold tightened on your hip and his cock pressed against your cunt, stretching as it pushed inside. slowly. slowly. ever so slowly. but oh so absolutely delicious and despite your impatience to have him sheathed inside of you, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

MSBY!shoyo who never had any second thoughts about having sex with a fan. he lived and he loved freely, and he wasn’t going to let anyone stop him from doing just that, for as long as he was single. and so he chose to love you, that night. to give you everything you wanted. to give you all of him that you wanted.

MSBY!shoyo who’d done this kind of thing more than once. and who’d had a night partner slip him their number before they left more than once as well. but this time. maybe. just maybe, he’d keep it. this time. maybe. just maybe, a one night stand could be allowed to turn into a two nights stand. or maybe. just maybe–

*:･ﾟ✧ thank you for reading ♡

[maraschinotopped]

i remembered that nothing is stopping me from making as many deviantart-style stamps as i want. so obviously i dropped everything i was doing and started making them. these have no practical use to anybody but they were fun to make so thats basically all that matters!!

part 2

[theunholyvirginemilyprentiss]

STRAUSS: I’m sorry, Aaron. But you are simply not Babygirl.

HOTCH:

This is literally not funny, but I’m laughing, so TAKE IT.