#its back on netflix and ive been watching it

[petricorah]

what if i got really into haikyuu again

[heatherthetiredwriter]

Y'all I have things to say but I keep forgetting to say them 😭😭

Anyways I am so upset at Netflix what the heck they are adding ads in??? I have to watch ads now to watch Netflix?? Unless I upgrade? To an ad free version? And half of the shows are locked behind the upgrade for some reason??? Why do they do this? Amazon started doing it now Netflix too. I am going to commit a murder probably.

Anyways time to make like roll model Captain Jack Sparrow and just.... not go through netflix....

[vampyrluver]

Yall im watching ben wyatt compilations nd hikding back tears i love him sm lmfao i was in a sour mood tonight but he cured me, i need to rewatch parks and rec that show is just.....ugh

[ghostgirl-22]

Do you think patrick ever put on a queer/gay movie as a subtle way to get art out of his shell, like "yeah dude ive wanted to watch this movie for ages" and its okay its chill, look how hot they are, look how happy they are

"Is kissing boys different to kissing girls?"

Oh he definitely did… I’m sorry this is so long nonnie!!!

CW: 18+ NSFW | period typical internalized homophobia

—-

Patrick’s lying in Arts bed with his headphones on going through his catalogue of dvds trying to figure out what B movie they can watch and make fun of while they get high. The whole time Art is using his back as a writing surface to finish his math homework.

Patrick pulls his headphones off and drops them on the ground. “It’s Friday. Do you have to do that now?”

“It’s Friday night, we have the tournament Saturday and Sunday so when exactly?” Art says distractedly, erasing.

“On the bus like I do.” Patrick smiles and turns to look at him. Art pushes his shoulder back down. Patrick shrugs and focuses back on his dvds.

“Stay still.” Art demands.

“Forgive me if I’m just trying to get you to have a little fun in our last few months at Mark Reballato Tennis Academy.”

“You know I do actually plan to graduate, right?” Art says dryly.

“So you can go to Stanford?” Patrick says wrinkling his nose in irritation.

Art puts his notebook down on Patrick’s back. “You know Tashi’s gonna be there right?”

Patrick shrugs. “So, just two overtalented people wasting time…”

“Aww so you’re calling me talented?” Art teases.

“You are,” Patrick says. “When you don’t think too much, which Stanford should help you with. I’m sure they don’t over think anything there.”

“Whatever man,” Art sighs. If anything it’ll help my tennis. I think you’re just scared I might steal her away.”

“Not even a little bit, but speaking of her… do you remember how you let me put my tongue in your mouth?” Patrick smirks.

Art goes all quiet like he’s doing homework again but Patrick doesn’t hear the pencil scratching paper.

“You always bring it up like you think I want you or something.”

“You wanted something, I felt it,” Patrick says pushing himself up as Art grabs the notebook off him before it falls.

“Come on man, don’t be gross, that was for her.”

“How is that gross?” Patrick asks, mildly amused, mildly irritated.

“You know what I mean,” Art says. “‘m not gay.”

“You know there’s nothing wrong with it right? Not to mention I’ve seen you before…touched you before… and…I mean remember what we did after she left? Didn’t I make you feel better?”

“We don’t always have to talk about it.”

“We don’t never have to talk about it either.” Patrick counters.

Art takes a deep breath and rests his head against the wall trying to find a way to change the subject. “Dude, if you’re gay just let me have another shot with her.” Is what he comes up with, dumb pretty smirk on his lips.

Patrick rolls his eyes. “Yeah whatever, fine I’m gay…actually that reminds me of this movie you can gayly watch with your gay best friend.”

“I’m just joking. You don’t have to—“

“Well I’m not joking, come on, put this away, loser,” Patrick grabs his notebook and stuffs the papers inside.

“Okay Jesus, Patrick don’t wrinkle it all up.”

“I’m not, chill out. Get the smoke detector.”

Art sighs and climbs off the bed. He steps on Patrick’s bed and reaches up to disconnect the detector from its place on the ceiling. He puts it in the bathroom. Then he shoves a towel beneath the crack in the door.

All the while Patrick’s combing through his dvd case for one random movie he borrowed from Netflix at the start of the year and he’d forgotten to mail it back so they charged him. (That’s sadly how he ended up with a lot of his dvd collection.) He’d watched it once by himself because he thought the main guys were hot and he wanted to jerk off in peace without Art voicing confusion at the idea of him jerking it for a man.

But it had been surprisingly deep for one of those campy queer movies. And of course it was about a guy in love with his roommate which… even for Art’s ability to delude himself wouldn’t be subtle at all.

“What’s this?” Art asks.

“The movie we’re gonna watch. This guy is a male hooker but he ends up getting hired by this old guy who mostly just wants his company.”

Art frowns.

“Come on, relax. You can be straight and watch it. Movies don’t turn people gay and you’re not gay…so what’s the big deal?”

Art looks like he wants to argue but decides it’ll just be easier to surrender. Patrick rolls the joint while Art puts it in the dvd player.

It’s not all his fault. Art was raised with apple pie and Americana. He’s a J Crew catalogue wearing, red blooded New England boy. His family is pretty liberal but in the way that they support all of it as long as it remains out there faceless and unknown… far away from their life and their home. Art’s expected to play a sport, go to an ivy, marry a beautiful girl and likely start a career in politics if tennis doesnt pay off. So this idea that life could ever deviate from that makes him glitch out.

All the tension they have between them is so much easier to just bury. Like none of it matters. It’s not supposed to change the trajectory of his cookie cutter life anyway. Patrick is a victim of similar family expectations but he just doesn’t give a fuck and they’ve all stopped expecting things from him a long time ago because of it.

Art sits on his bed next to Patrick they’re both leaning against the wall Patricks feet dangling over the mattress, Art with his legs crossed. Patrick lights up the joint and hands it to him.

—-

They’re pretty baked halfway through and Arts fidgety. It’s at a scene where the main character is touching himself watching his roommate in the shower. “He’s hot right?” Patrick asks.

Art takes a breath. “Dude.”

“Yeah I know…you’re not gay.” Patrick smirks, but even in the dim glow of the tv he can see the way Art’s already starting to show in his boxers.

The third roommate catches the main character watching and wants to suck him off. Then while third roommate is sucking him he starts fantasizing about all three of them hooking up, kissing sloppy on the bed.

“Is this porn?” Art whispers. “Are we really watching gay porn?”

“No I wish… unfortunately they don’t show you that much but imagine if me and you and Tashi were roommates.You watching her shower… while I…”

Art makes a strangled noise and Patrick rubs his own cock, smiling to himself. Art’s just getting there but Patrick’s been hard for the last 30 minutes.

“Patrick,” Art whispers. He’s starting to touch himself over his boxers.

“Give me the joint,” Patrick says, softly. It’s their third one. “If you drop it on the bed again we’ll both be in trouble.”

Art hands it over and Patrick puts it out in the ashtray on the nightstand. He moves closer to Art reaching over to help him. Art leans back, letting Patrick take over. Patrick reaches into his boxers. “Mm Patrick… have you seen her naked?” Art asks.

“No,” Patrick whispers. “Just her underwear. But…I’m not supposed to talk about it.”

“I feel like I can still taste her lips.” He moans while Patrick plays with him. Patrick can’t help but ease his other hand into his own pants. “I wanna…ah… I wanna… see her all soaped up wet and…” Art continues.

“And…?” Patrick breathes.

“Fuck… can you… can we…do what we did after…”

Patrick smiles and nods even though Art likely can’t see him. He gets on his knees and Art scoots towards the edge of the bed. Patrick takes Art’s boxers down and starts sucking him off. touching himself the whole time.

“Mm fuck,” Art breathes.

He barely lasts 2 minutes before he’s filling Patrick’s mouth with so much jizz. Patrick swallows it down, while listening to Art moaning for him. All the hair on his arms standing up. He rests his head against Art’s thigh making quick work of himself, using part of the sheet to keep it from getting all over the floor.

Patrick settles where he is on the floor, breathless when he’s done. Looking up at the television like it was fucking nothing even though his heart is still racing.

Main character has moved so far away from the threesome fantasy. He’s now angsty and worried about his best friend who’s apparently being pursued by someone else. Some other more wholesome gay man. Patrick ponders rewinding but when he looks up at Art, he’s lying back on the bed, hand casually on the waistband of his boxers, tapping his bare feet on the floor just watching.

Patrick rubs Arts leg idly.

“Who’s this loser?” Art asks of the more wholesome gay man.

Patrick laughs. It’s exactly what he thought on his first watch through.

They end up watching the rest of the film. Again, it’s surprisingly more emotional than the premise (male hooker wants to fuck his roommates). Main character ends up learning to be more open about his feelings in his time chatting with the elder gay client. And the emotional part is hearing the elder gay man talk about what he went through to fall in love with his partner when it was much more taboo and unacceptable. And how even though they meet late in life they still lived such a full and happy life (if too short) before his partner passed. And main character’s roommate even gives him a chance and they go out on a date.

Art’s rubbing his eyes when it’s over.

Patrick gets back on the bed next to him. “That was nice right?”

Art’s clearly trying to hide his feelings so he just nods and when he feels okay to use his voice he says. “Seems kinda deep for you.”

“Well I can be deep,” Patrick smirks. He curls his fingers into Art’s hair. “I mean it’s cool right? They were happy.”

”I always wonder where they imagine movies like this to happen? San Francisco probably.” Art laughs, lightly. He looks away from Patrick and Patrick puts his hand back by his side.

“Well I think it could happen anywhere but good thing you're going to California soon.” Patrick says, just as light.

Art looks at him again and then looks at his lap. “I mean it wasn’t just her that made me feel…” he murmurs.

“Me too,” Patrick says.

“So I don’t know…I mean I’m not gay but…but maybe I’m something else…”

“I definitely am.”

Art sighs. “You make me something else.”

“Is that so bad?” Patrick asks.

Art rubs his hands on his thighs and then leans in and gives Patrick a kiss.

(Had to google if Netflix existed in 2006 😭😭 it did but they mailed dvds. Also I made Patrick lie. Movies definitely make you gay. Look what Challengers has done to me!!)

[im-yn-suckers]

could you pls do nikixfem reader with 32a bra size? sfw, ofc!! likes shes insecure, but niki absolutely loves them!!!

wait, this is actually like nawww not my exact size dude too

warnings-bras, kissing, BOOBS, (im straight iswear) hugs, not fully nude but nude? ig, lmk what else

you were walking around the mall with your boyfriend. walking past victorias secret you, stopped. "wait! i need a new bra" tired of your cappuccino-colored bra with frayed edges, you were going to treat yourself with a new one you saw online, a super cute beige-cream colored one with strawberries printed on it.(i actually wish they had one like this ive never seen one)

you walked to the aisle with the strawberry bras and frantically checked for your size, "babe, its kind just a bra" "no, its not 'kind of just a bra' its super cute and have you seen the brown one, big no-no''

you were unpleasantly surprised to find that that there were non of the bras in your size. oh well, time to go home, with the same old cappuccino colored bra with the frayed edges.

you were changing into pajamas (nikis t shirt and sweats) in his room. now, the two of you were comfortable with anything, and literally anything.you twi moved in together and tonight, you were going to have a pj party!

looking at yourself in the mirror, you saw a body. with a pair of oversized, grey sweatpants, a cappuccino colored bra with frayed edges, and a long face.

cupping your breasts, you look down at them. 'why arent i at least a b cup? thats so pathetic.' you thought to yourself as you kept staring down at your chest. suddenly, you felt hair on your neck, skin against your back and cold metal near your bellybutton.

his silver rings sending shivers down your spine, meet your warm skin. 'whats the matter baby, why the long face?'

'nothing, just looking at how the pants fit'

'in just a bra, with your hands on your boobs? i dont think so. are you alright, youve been like this since we left victorias secret'

'im sure, just disappointed.' at this point you were turned around, with your arms around his bare neck

'm'kay, just checking' he pecked your lips holding your waist.

'come on, lets go to the living room.' he seemed rather eager to get to the living room

'i dont have a shirt on'

'and? its our house, no guests tonight. alright, tell you what, we can wear matching sweat and neither of us will wear a shirt'

'alright' you laughed and headed to the living room, without a shirt

a movie , two spilled drinks, one dropped cupcake and approximately 35 kisses later, he pulls out a small box from the corner closest to him.

'hey, i got you something' you open the gift with a smile on your face.

you smile and feel tears gather in your eyes. before you pull out the gift, he pulls you into a hug. you break the hug and laugh. 'where'd you find these'

'bought it online, i knew you'd like it.' 'thank you' 'now, you wont have to wear this one, i know you hate it. thats not why you were looking to the mirror though'

you avoided eye contact very awkwardly. no words were exchanged, only hugs. no words were needed

many movies later, there were two sleeping potatoes on the couch and netflix asking if you were still watching. no you werent, how were the potatoes sleeping, ask you may, definitely not with niki sleeping on your boobs. nope, not it.

no bc why is it actually o hard to find bras in my size

[oshinsimblr]

hi miss oshin!!! i love ur videos so much !! im super excited about your 'restarted sims 4' series that just came out!! something ive always been curious about (sorry if its been answered before) is if theres any sims youtubers that you watch that inspire your videos or make your day? :) tysm in advance!!

Hello, friend! 🍂

Thank you so much! Well recently, I've been watching @plumzet and @plumloup because they play 100% vanilla and that helped me feel better about going back. Normally I watch OLD YouTube let's plays. Sims 2/3 included. All the OG Simmers like DeeSims, xUrbanSimsx, Deligracy, Fantayzia, SpringsSims, etc. I really enjoy Keeyuh as well, she's hilarious, real and plays Sims 2!

Those are the ones I came up watching and I find the game play and editing super nostalgic and pleasant to watch. Things aren't perfect, mic's sound like crap, graphics aren't great - but there's a genuine enthusiasm with the bare minimum packs that I enjoy watching LOL.

As far as inspiration, I pull that from everywhere. Even non-sim videos. Series on Netflix, real life stories, etc. Tumblr has always been my biggest form of inspiration because everyone is so insanely unique you can't help but be authentic here. I started here and it's always been my biggest inspo. It fuels my motivation to keep pouring my love into this game.

Hope this helps! :)

[powerpolyculeshowdown]

Do you have recommendations for shows/books/whatever with canon/basically canon polyamory?

ok the only media w officially canon polyam i personally consumed are Iron Widow and Hades.

Iron Widow is a mecha scifi/chinese fantasy book, it has pacific rim mechanics, so it takes 2 ppl to pilot the mecha but its more dystopian in that the pilot (male) usually drains the life force of his concubine (female). the mc has a guy shes interested in from the start but she pushes him aside to seek her goals to become a concubine pilot (theres a very good reason for this but i dont wanna give too much away) ends up being forced to work w the most dangerous pilot (spoilers hes actually a misunderstood sweetheart and i love him), her first love somehow finds his way back into her life so he can be their ally and its very clear from the first time he meets the other guy that this bitch is bi af. At one point he literslly saves their lives and i wont elaborate on that cause again spoilers but someone mentioned it in a propaganda ask. They canonically fall in live w each other and start dating. Please look up the trigger warnings first cause theres some heavy subjects addressed in this book. The book itself has trigger warnings listed at the start so if u find it at a book store u can check them this was too.

Hades is a roguelike videogame w dating sim mechanics (ish) -you give gifts to characters to learn more about them, and theres two romance options but you can romance both at once, they're both aware of and okay with it, hinting that they mightve had a past even before zagreus was born (its greek gods one is death incarnate the other is one of the furies, they've basically existed since forever)

From the submissions I got:

ive been told Leverage is like the korrasami of polyam, as in they were as polyam as they could be in a show from 2010, so it sounds like its canon but not explicit because they couldnt get away with that.

The girls from Amphibia are apparently in a similar situation, heavily implied canon, someone told me it was confirmed by people who worked on the show, but i dont think its explicitly stated.

The Kane Chronicles apparently also has canon polyam, although its 2 bodies, cause I think one of them has a god in him or something? I never read the books, but I was told Sadie (i think thats her name? The girl) is in love w both of them, and kinda dating both too i think?

I dont know if Singing in the Rain is canon but theres that kiss gif that got prrtty popular on tumblr where kathy kisses one of the guys then the other, so it looks canon? or at least implied canon?

Sense8 as some people have mentioned has 1 officially confirmed to be canon throuple, 1 that has a lot of hints to confirm but a lot of ppl see it as a gay couple w a very supportive friend ig and someone else said in general because of the plot u could kind of see the 8 of them as a big polycule, although that one isnt canon

HoneyWorks/Heroine Tarumono is one of those songs turned novel turned anime. i dont think its confirmed canon but theres a lot of stuff pointing to the possibility, you mightve see @non-fantasy telling me about them in a few asks. im obsessed and ive yet to watch anything

Penumbra Podcast: Second Citadel has Rilla/Sir Damien/Lord Arum, i also haven't listened to this one but a lot of people told me rilla and damien were in a pre-established relstionship, both got crushed on lord arum separately, talked about it and worked things out to now be a canon polycule

im She-Ra (netflix) theres a trio that is implied to be a polycule at the end, a lot of ppl called them canon in the notes but i dont personally ember it being confirmed? i am very forgetful tho. It's Rogelio/Kyle/Lonnie, unfortunately they lost the prelim round

I believe people submitted some others that were canon but im very forgetful so i cant remember right now

[watcherthrowaway]

also one real post about this and like, plenty of ink has been spilt on how disconnected watcher entertainment seems to be from its fans but i think the missing piece here is how disconnected watcher is from the rest of youtube. when the catastrophe hit i went to all my terminally online friends, the same way i did after the hbomberguy james somerton video, or after the ned fulmer fiasco, or the creepshowart scandal etc, or every time jenny nicholson dropped a new evermore video, including the ones behind the $2 patreon paywall we all gladly pay for, and for the first time...

no one knew who i was talking about.

these are not insulated people. these are people i can trust to have at least name recognition of almost any youtuber i mention. they know downtherabbithole and strangeaeons and cjthex and kappakaiju and miniminuteman773 and kazrowe and somemorenews etc etc etc

so when i put in the group chat, with no context, 'he wasnt even on cribs' or 'we have no cats kathleen' or 'only humble pagan commune schemes' or whatever, i usually do so with great trust that at least half the group will know what im on about.

this time, crickets.

i backpedaled a little and pulled up the 'ive connected them' meme and the fuzzy blue professor, and i got nothing at all. the only recognition i got was when someone belatedly realized that he had seen the goatman video when it dropped (although he had no idea that they had their own company now), and another person remembered that they had offered to collab with danny gonzalez, a youtuber with twice the subscribers

because she had checked back to see if danny went ghost hunting again, and lost interest because he hadnt.

i also brought it up in my dedicated buzzfeed unsolved group chat but ummmmm i am the only one in that group still watching ever since the shift to watcher oops

the only splash they had made in my again, TERMINALLY ONLINE friend group that watches hours and hours of youtube a day was a buzzfeed video seven years ago, and when they had failed to collab with someone more famous than them. i found myself in the unusual position of having to explain the situation to a bunch of dirty internet gremlins, all of whom heard the whole story and said 'why would they do that'

not 'why would they do that to their fans' but 'why would they do that as youtubers'

even aside from the moneygrubbing, we watcher stans were confused about why they tried to offer us a service we didn't need or want, and i think it obscured the confusion on why they thought it was a good idea at all, when so many other models were available to them. why werent they using their patreon like other youtubers? why weren't they collaborating with other youtubers? why weren't they putting out regular, lower quality content like other youtubers? if they wanted higher quality content, why weren't they partnering with nebula, like lindsay ellis, or netflix, like bo burnham. why didn't they run their ideas past someone like the green brothers, who have jumpstarted scishow and many other similar projects successfully, and are famously good to work with/consult with? why would they try to pull a roosterteeth? don't they know what happened?

and i think the answer is no. i think they just don't know those things. and they didnt bother to check, because they think all those things are beneath them. because they think corporate content is the only worthwhile kind there is.

why else would they think they have to have an office building, keep dozens of people on staff, buy expensive cameras, and build a streaming platform? why do they only collaborate with actors and singers who have corporate entertainment approval? why are they reinventing the wheel on buzzfeed when thousands of youtubers build perfectly stable careers with a mic and a camera, and sometimes hire an editor?

i guess my takeaway from this is that, at least they didnt break my heart as a fan entirely because they fundamentally misunderstood me. they did it, at least in part, because they do not understand how youtube works, or what part they play in it.

they dont understand how people use youtube. it is not a cinematic event worthy of the big tv, it is line goes up playing in the background for the 400th time as i wash my face and put my laundry away.

that is why they spent months and months planning this without ever noticing it was a bad idea, while millions of youtube viewers knew instantly. thats why they didn't start with a more moderate solution, why they never used their patreon properly, why they cared so much about the production value, why they thought a youtube audience, any audience at all, would jump at the chance to leave youtube.

bc youtube as a creator sucks, and we all know that, but youtube as a viewer is extremely comfortable. all i ask of youtube is to be mildly interesting in the background while i do other stuff. it is filler. some of the filler is extremely good, yes, but there is no room or reason in my life to give more of my money and attention to my filler, let alone to get a bigger screen for it.

and honestly, this is why i and others stayed on with the ghoul boys even though their quality dropped. because it's filler. im not even looking at the screen you apparently spent 100k on. im flipping my eggs. im washing my hair. im waiting for the bus with my headphones in and my phone in my pocket. thank you for being my background music. in return i will sit through your ads and push your view counter up by one. i may even hit the like button by accident bc my phone is in my pocket.

this is not to say i dont enjoy my filler. i would absolutely die without it. but it is not and never will be exchanged for the instances when i make popcorn in The Big Bowl and turn on a Real Movie on the Big Screen (my old laptop that is 15 whole inches) with my phone turned over so nothing can distract me.

my filler can't be my movie, and vice versa. nor should it be. but watcher doesnt understand that, apparently. they think youtube is cruelly preventing them from being netflix, and they think we want netflix, and they don't understand that, even with that half-assed apology that they didn't explain their dream correctly and they are jsut so destitute they had to take extreme measures after they went to europe 6 too many times...

there is a fundamental misunderstanding about how people use youtube , both as creators and as consumers. they didn't just misunderstand their fanbase. they continue to misunderstand the entire ecosystem. idk guys. maybe you should have learned something from those youtubers that you apparently think you are too good for.

and as for me, welp. i've booted people from my filler line-up for less. and there are soooooooooooooo many other fish in the sea, and they are not asking me to pay them 27 corporation salaries from my own pocket. they are asking for me to bump their view counter up by one.

goodbye boys. i really hope you find a way to fulfill yourselves artistically or whatever. but you have burned this particular bridge, like. forever. and i don't think i'm the only one who feels that way.

and not because i dont support people getting a living wage, you guilt-tripping vultures, or because i dont believe in following dreams and wishing on stars and whatnot.

but because i prefer to consume content from people who know what they're doing, and i simply no longer trust that includes you.

[octoberautumnbox]

box update!!

tldr: hiatus but ill be back dw :DDDD

hey y'all! its been a hectic few weeks box-side since The Sultry and Pervy Soda in Apartment 307 lmao and I think its for the best to maybe take another break. ive got a few big things to worry about within the next couple months (I also havent been answering asks as often and as well as i like) as well as recent difficulty in writing nearly anything and I can't in good faith promise releases during this time :((((

I won't totally disappear tho! just a little break from writing long lol 6k "long" fics. not that anyone will worry or care but for the few who wait patiently for me to put stuff out, im sorry u have to wait a little bit longer slfkslahdlg

and for anyone that might be worried that I'm retiring hahahahahaha ofc not, very little will be able to keep me away for good :DDDD I still have a shit ton of drafts im very excited to work on when the writing juices inevitably return!

in the meantime I promise the other very lovely writers I share the platform with will come out with their own fics so im sure I won't be missed too horribly <3 praeluxius, capslocked, sinswithpleasure, writerpeach, midnightdancingsol, kooyabooya, authorhjk1, 0cta9on, coldfanbou, ggidolsmuts, usedpidemo, thewritingrowlet, msafterhours, okaylikesmomo (wow im so not used to yalls government names anymore lmao), and many more of my fellow writers will come at you with awesome work for you to enjoy so watch out!!!

and finally watch out for yuri as well! it's still a good while before December when Squid Game S2 comes out on Netflix so it isn't totally off the table for covers, appearances, and most excitingly a possible comeback to be within the year!! tag me when theres news in case u find I still havent gushed abt it on my blog yet lmao

see y'all in a few weeks, honorary glassys! love ya!

[ecstasyhighway]

YOU & I | an ellie williams fanfic series

this is a fic that will be posted and mostly updated on wattpad @ecstasyhighway this ff is heavily based off of you the netflix show and inspired by a ff on here which i cannot remember who wrote it but if yk lmk so i can give proper credit.

there is not smut in this little part here but its a filthy ah fic that will become darker as it goes on.

MEN DNI - 16+ i fear (im 17 so if u feel uncomfortable reading from a minor who will be 18 at the end of the year then u dont have to read this i really dgaf.)

ch 1 ch 2

silly story and more ff info under the cut

Ellie had seen you walking around the music store she worked at... her attention automatically shifted from the customer in front of her to you. Your hair, your curves, your eyes. Everything about you was just...

"hello? did you hear me?" the woman raised her voice slightly to get her attention,

Ellie snapped out of her thoughts and focused on the clearly irritated woman in front of her.

"yea my bad, what was that..?"

The lady rolled her eyes and started asking questions about guitar lessons for her son or daughter or some shit, she wasnt really paying attention to the nonsense floating from her mouth.

"yeah, im not the one you go to about that, uhhh my buddy Jesse is in the back, he can help you"

"thanks" and with that, she headed towards the back, muttering words under her breath.

Ellie's attention quickly turned back towards you. She examines you closely. Watching you grab a vinyl from the shelf, Call Me If You Get Lost, is what you had grabbed. Ellie wants to walk over to you, and talk to you but shes scared. What if she says the wrong thing? What if she freaks you out? What if you think shes a weirdo.. She turns away to stop looking at you, her cheeks are red and shes shaking, she is just so nervous and she's not even planning on talking to you... She puts her face in her hands and begins to calm herself down.

"Hi! hello"

A voice chimes from behind her, she turns around and a lump forms in her throat.

Its... you.

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YOU & I | ellie williams.

this is a DARK fanfic. Based heavily off of the show you on netflix and inspired by a fanfic I saw on tumblr. This story has adult themes, sexual themes, stalking, thoughts of killing (no actual killing just thoughts), themes of hate, ellie has slight mental issues (obv shes stalking) age gaps (only 3 years and they're adults). idgaf how old u are this is dark and you have been warned, i am not responsible for any type of reaction you may have to this as ive given you a warning. I will give warnings at the beginning of chapters that might be too dark. again you have been warned.

important - ellie might be a tad ooc, shy!ellie, switch!ellie if you squint. this is a lesbian ff.

MEN DNI I WILL FIND YOU.

reader is afab and 20

ellie is 23

modern au

jessie, dina, joel, tommy, maria, most of the main tlou cast is in this (not everyone will be mentioned or even really have a place in the story, just know they are present)

based in New York (obv)

i am not a professional writer, im simply a girl who writes shit when shes bored, do not expect me to have an upload schedule. I get drained v fast and i want to enjoy writing, its not a job with deadlines. so with that my grammar might be bad, spelling might be ass and if there is any math it will probably be wrong, it might be written in third, or first person i be fuckin up with that but yall will be fine.

YOU & I | ellie williams.

story created and written by @ecstasyhighway

tlou and the characters belongs to Neil Druckmann and Naughty Dog

the story of "YOU" belongs to Netflix

Story was ib by a ff i saw breifly but i don't remember who wrote it so, if yk pls lmk so i can give proper credit

THIS IS FICTION. DO NOT DO THIS SHIT IRL BRUH ITS ACTUALLY WEIRD ASF. AGAIN THIS IS PURELY FICTIONAL. thank yew

uhhhh yeah enjoy ig and i do appreciate any supportive criticism as i am not a professional writer and shit could just be wrong.

also im new to tumblr fanfic writing so yeah 😭.

[catch1ngmoths]

Can you do like a one where quackity takes care of you when your drunk buutttt before you became drunk yall have a big fight, then you left to go to the bar alone and you get like really drunk and he finds you and takes care of you

I'm sorry if half of this doesn't make sense, and if it's too long😭😭😭😭

𓇢𓆸 Drunk in love 𓇢𓆸

Summary: after a big fight with Alex, you drink to numb the heartbreak you feel. But after getting too drunk, you call Alex. And of course, he comes to your rescue.

Note: ITS THE WEEKEND SO IMA POST YAYA!! also thank you guys for the support, it’s always appreciated! Also I’m watching the Florida project bc they put it back on Netflix 😋

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“Fuck.” You slur as you dial his number. You and Alex had a big fight about an hour and a half ago, and it ended in you storming out y’all’s shared apartment with tears rolling down your face. You just felt like he never had time for you, and of course you knew he was busy and stuff but it’d be nice to always feel loved by your boyfriend…

On the other hand, he felt as though you were being selfish. He had to work, he had things to do? He spends enough time with you. He felt as though you were just being needy. But once he heard the door slam followed by silence, he knew he fucked up.

His hands run down his face as he sits on the end of y’all’s shared bed. He picks up his phone, his finger hovering over the “call” button on your contact but he decides against it. Putting his phone down. He waited another hour and finally…

*RING* *RIN-* he picked up in the middle of the second ring, like he was waiting near his phone..“y/n! Are you okay, where are you?” Alex’s worried voice rings out in your ear. “A-Alex- I need you to-I need you to c-come get meee~” Alex can tell by your voice that your drunk, and someone like you being alone, drunk, and vulnerable at this time at night was not good.

“Baby-where are you?” Alex says, the jingling of keys are heard in the background as you drunkly stutter out where you are. Not even 10 minutes later, you see his car park right next to you. As Alex gets out the drivers seat, you walk towards him- well more like stumble towards him.

“Amor, come on let’s get you home now” Alex says grabbing your arm to steady you and leading you to the passenger seat. He drives home as you lay your head on the window, your mind racing with thoughts. Once you get home Alex helps you out of the clothes you’re wearing now, and into some clean ones. He washes your face and helps you into bed.

Once you’re in bed he snuggles up next to you. “I’m sorry.” He says softly into your hair, pressing kisses to your head. “Hm..?” You whisper, as you look up at your beloved. “I’m sorry- fuck, Ive been a shit boyfriend. And you don’t deserve that, I’ll try to be- no I will be a better boyfriend to you.” He says kissing your forehead.

“I promise.” He says, his black eyes staring into yours. “Thank-thank you Lex” you say, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He smiles as you nuzzle closer to him, pressing into his bare chest with a soft smile.

He loves you more than anything in the world. While you were gone he just stared at the ceiling, feeling like an absolute dick. He recalled all the times he streamed instead of spending time with you. All the times he worked on lore instead of coming to bed. All the times he neglected you and your needs

As he felt your breathing on his chest, he felt so much love for you. He sighed, pressing kisses to your hair. Alex pulls your sleeping body closer to his, as he feels his eyes get heavy.

He would be better. For you. He would always do it for you. Always.

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[cryptidwithaninternetconnection]

CAN SOMEONE WHO WATCHES SONIC PRIME SHOW ME A WEBSITE TO PIRATE IT, IVE BEEN LOOKING FOR SO LONG, IM AWARE ITS ON NETFLIX BUT MY FAMILY CANCELED THE SUBSCRIPTION SND WERE NIT GETTING IT BACK, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TELL ME I WANT TO WATCH SONIC PRIME SO BADLY

[cherrytreedreams]

Five and Viktor have a vastly different relationship in the show than the comics. What do you think made them work as companions in the show?

this is an awesome question because its actually something ive put a lot of thought into

see, from a meta perspective, i actually think this is really interesting. because in the comics, five and [viktor] don't interact WHATSOEVER prior to five shooting him in the head, theres not much besides that to use to understand their relationship. [viktor] actually shares the most screentime with diego, of any of his brothers, in the comics. when five (attempts to) kill [viktor], diego freaks out, asking "what hes done". five replies with, "what you'd have done, if you had the brass." and then later, five says, to [viktor], as he watches the world end, "I never liked you."

so for the show to take such a dead opposite approach to five and viktor is definitely not only a deliberate choice, but a choice that is a direct response to the comic. netflix tua goes out of its way to contradict the comics so directly, that theres no doubt its an on-purpose choice. it does this three times (as i recall it): when five tells luther that he "doesnt enjoy" killing (since comic five literally, biologically does enjoy killing) and in five's relationship with viktor, and when five chooses to jump them back in time.

and i think all three of these choices betray a thematic departure from the comic, one thats so on-purpose that it almost comes off as deriding the comic: netflix tua wants to be less cynical. in netflix tua, the hargreeves siblings care about each other, love each other, and dont want to hurt each other, even though they do, sometimes. this is a direct conversation the adaptation is in with the comics, because in the comics, its pretty cut-and-dry; the siblings do love each other, but that love does nothing to stop them from being truly cruel to each other.

five is one of the characters who changed the most between the source material and the adaptation, and the changes to his character are all in service of this softer tone: five hasnt been biologically modified to be "every killer", thus meaning he doesnt suffer from homicidal urges in the same way comic five does. comic five even posits that he isnt capable of feeling love (though this is somewhat contradicted by a) mr pennyworth and b) his open concern for klaus in hotel oblivion, but i digress) and seems to relish in his own cruelty and ruthlessness. violence fills comic five with a manic joy.

(something interesting about show five is that while he says he doesn't enjoy killing, and in s2 insists he's going to leave killing behind, he does seem to enjoy it. ive never forgotten his wide grin of manic glee upon killing the board, but again, i digress.)

so the show goes out of its way to soften five; it even takes pot-shots at the comic to make this abundantly clear. i cant begin to describe how much the scene with luther in s1 where he goes out of his way to say he Doesnt Enjoy killing feels like its somewhat stomping on the comic interpretation of the character entirely. its interesting how mean-spirited it feels.

regardless: five's gentleness with viktor as opposed to his other siblings, plus his confiding in him, plus how viktor's (very gentle) rejection causes five to strike out on his own, does a lot to humanize a very monstrous character. five is: mean, cruel, violent and arrogant. if you want a character like that to be likeable (which is definitely the intent with five) then you need to show a softer side to them. viktor (and delores) are the way the show displays that five is capable of kindness, hes just so jaded hes distant from it

i also think viktor's rejection of five is interesting from the perspective of viktor's arc. viktor is also softened, somewhat (though his agency is returned to him; hes an order of magnitude more sympathetic in the show, but he ends the world of his own volition, which cannot be said of comics [viktor]) and turned into this beacon of normalcy among the hargreeves siblings. the show goes out of its way to bury the lead on viktor causing the apocalypse in the beginning, by showing him as this shy, quiet normal guy, a victim of his family's cruelty

but what i think is interesting about five and viktor in s1 is that while viktor is the only (the ONLY) sibling to welcome five upon his return, viktor's rejection of five is the nail in the coffin of his isolation. five went out of his way to talk to viktor, to include him in what was going on, and to confide in him. so when viktor-- very kindly-- suggests five see a therapist (implying he thinks five is suffering from some kind of delusion) and five leaves, and doesnt talk to viktor again for the rest of the season; viktor has alienated the one person who was going out of his way to include him.

which was also necessary for the arc to conclude the way it does, but its kinda gutting to think about, in my opinion.

regardless, i think the choice was made to make them close (perhaps the closest?) was done in the name of the show's softer tone

in-universe, though, i think their relationship is really interesting. dad's favorite and dad's least favorite. i wish we'd gotten more flashbacks to their childhood...

[dantesunbreaker]

All Eyes on Me (NSFW: Papa Emeritus IV x Transmale Reader)

As a transmasc person with major chest dysphoria, even after top surgery, I struggle with being exposed to anyone in an intimate way! So if anyone else feels the same, this is for you! That being said this could also be read as being pre top surgery.

You and Copia have been together for a few months, but something keeps holding you back from taking the relationship to the next level. But don't worry, Papa is there to put all your fears to rest. (5.7K Words)

As you check the time once more, tired of waiting, you almost consider deciding to just call the night in early. It was a night of grand ceremonious celebration. All in honor of Papa Emeritus IV,  the former Cardinal Copia. Your sweet, lovable Copia. The very Copia that with reassurance in the form of a peck on the lips sent you off to his chambers with the vow to be there to join you shortly. Promises of a night of relaxation, watching Netflix or playing video games in each other's company. That was two hours ago.

Of course you can’t really say this is exactly unexpected. Copia, despite all his quirky charm, is and always will be a horrible judge of time. Knowing you would have plenty of time to kill, your first move upon entering the Papal suite was to take advantage of Copia’s luxurious tub. Frilly soaps and oils included. Sure, you know that if you were to ask, Copia would gladly let you make use of the tub anytime you so desired. But it was far more thrilling to feel that you were getting away with something secret. 

After the water had lost its relaxing heat, you pulled the plug to let the water drain and wrapped one of the fluffy towels around yourself before making your way to the wardrobe. Though your relationship with Copia was fairly fresh, around only four months or so, you already spent more of your time in his suite than in your own quarters. You have two drawers in the dresser dedicated completely for your clothing. Which is where you pull fresh undergarments and clothes from. A pair of well worn gray sweats and an oversized shirt that hangs just past your hips. Cozy. Comfortable.

That all accounted for the first hour spent in wait. For your next portion of time you took to the cages in the far corner of the room. Copia’s sweet and precious little babies. You could say you probably love those rats just as much as Copia. It is your favorite nightly routine to feed the little pack, taking each of them out for their own little cuddle session. Though, you hate to admit, you always give special attention to your own personal baby. 

Copia had come to your room one day, hands behind his back as he nervously shifted from foot to foot before thrusting a chunky siamese rat out towards you. I saw this little friend and thought of you and...I thought maybe you might like a little critter friend of your own? You always chuckle at the memory of Copia’s stammering, even as you took your child from his hands. And ever since, you’ve had your sweet little Gouda.

But once the rats are fed, after Gouda has fallen asleep on your chest, you give him one last gentle pat on the head before returning him to his hammock. You are restless. Officially out of productive tasks to occupy the time. And thus you find yourself plopped unceremoniously on the couch scrolling through your phone, constantly checking the time. How much longer does Papa need to entertain guests? But just as you rise from the couch, giving up to retreat to the bed, you hear the subtle click of the door opening.

“Amore?” The soft hum of Copia’s voice has you leaping across the floor just as the door swings open enough for him to step through. 

Not even two seconds pass as the door shuts before you are throwing yourself straight into Copia’s chest, his arms instinctively wrapping around you at the impact. Though you have slightly knocked the wind out of him, Copia gives a warm laugh before leaning in to greet you with a kiss.

A soft pop sounds off as you break apart. “Sorry to have kept you waiting,” Copia gives a sheepish smile, gazing down into your eyes in a silent plea for forgiveness.

“You’re here now, that’s all that matters.” 

Visible tension seems to instantly drop off Copia’s shoulders as he gives a sigh, eyes closing as he presses his forehead against yours. Adoration warms your heart as you slide your hands under his sparkling golden jacket, slowly pushing it off his shoulders. Space is made between you, Copia watching you with a fond smile as you take the expensive coat to hang it back inside the wardrobe with the others. When you turn back around, Copia is unbuttoning his vest with his back to you.

You wrap your arms around Copia’s middle, hands splayed across his soft tummy as you press your face against his back. With a warm laugh, Copia turns in your arms to capture your lips in a heated kiss that leaves you melting. Paint is surely transferring from his lips to yours, but you can hardly find it in yourself to care. Especially not when Copia pushes forward, backing you both up until your back hits the wall with a dull thud. Gloved hands tangle in your hair, pulling you closer. But they don’t stay there long. Instead Copia’s hands travel down the length of your body, hooking around you and pulling you flush against him. Your hips grind together in a way that has you panting against his mouth whenever you part for breath, heart beating faster with excitement. In all the months together, you and Copia had never gotten past this point. You want this. You want him. But... Something always stops you.

Really, you do want this, more than anything you want to be with your sweet Copia in the most intimate way possible. But fear has a death’s clutch around your heart. What would he think when he saw you laid out bare, when he saw you for what you truly are. Would he think you a freak like so many had before? Just the thought is nearly enough to shatter you.

As Copia gives a teasing nibble to your bottom lip, you whine and place both hands square against his chest and give a solid push to create space between you. Instantly his lips pull from yours and his frantic eyes lift to read your expression. 

“Did I misread, caro?” Copia’s eyes turn soft with concern, yet he fidgets nervously with his hands as he takes an extra step back to give you more room. “Do you not want this?” You can almost hear the unspoken question: you do not want him. Of course you want him.

Despite being the leader of a Satanic church, Copia is far too sweet and innocent for his own good. You wish that you could personally slap Nihil and every other person that ever made this man feel anything other than loved and cherished. He deserves so much more. More than you think you could ever provide.

“No!” You shout too quickly, immediately realizing that for the mistake it is as Copia begins to pull further away. “No, wait,” you grab at his wrists to hold him in place. “I mean, no you didn’t read anything wrong. Just.. I guess you could say that I am..afraid.”

Before you can even blink an eye you are wrapped tight in Copia’s embrace, head tucked carefully under his chin. Surrounded by everything that is him. The steady thump of his heart seems to sing you a soothing melody that settles your nerves.

“There is nothing to be afraid of, topolino,” Copia hums softly before pulling back to look into your eyes. “You know I would never do anything to hurt you, si?” A silent nod is his answer. “So tell me amore mio, what bothers you? Tell Papa so he may put those fears to rest.”

Insecurity has you mumbling out your next words, hoping the attempt alone would be enough and Copia would not press the issue further. A futile effort.

“What was that, amore?” So pure and innocent, Copia leans down and tilts an ear in your direction in an attempt to hear better. Clueless you had purposely spoken so softly. “You will have to speak up, caro. Unfortunately my hearing is not quite what it used to be.”

You let out a long and loud sigh, closing both eyes tight and squeezing Copia’s hands in a near vice like grip. It’s now or never. The point of no return. Sending a silent prayer to the Dark Lord below, you open your eyes and prepare for the fantasy world you have been living in to come crumbling down.

“C... I’m not like other guys,” you speak slowly and try to focus on anything other than those heterochromatic eyes that watch you with great interest. Copia opens his mouth to speak, but you quickly cut him off before you lose your courage. “I know what you want to say: that is why you love me and not them. But it’s more than just that Copia. I.. I uh...I wasn’t born like this,” with a frown you release one of his hands to vaguely gesture down at your body. You wipe a stray tear away before it can travel too far. “I wasn’t born a boy. I wasn’t raised as a boy. I.. I don’t have..” You can’t bring yourself to finish the sentence, but you motion to the space between your legs.

Silence stretches on for an uncomfortable amount of time. Anxiously worried, you dare to sneak a glance up at the face of the man before you. You watch his mouth open and close repeatedly as if somehow it would make the words come easier to him. It is almost like you can see the gears and cogs turning in his head to fully process what you have said. But then Copia’s eyes go wide as a small gasp of understanding slips out. Hands reach out to you, wrapping around you to pull you back into his chest. One hand cradles the back of your neck, keeping you close to him while the other rests on the small of your back.

“Oh amore,” Copia’s voice is unlike you have ever heard before, holding you so close as if he were afraid you would suddenly fly away. “Nothing about your body could ever change the way I feel about you. I do not care about, oh how do they say it - what parts you have. You are perfect just the way you are. Please, never again be afraid of how I will think of your body. It will always be the most beautiful thing I ever laid eyes upon.”

Copia carefully pulls away just enough so that he may look down upon your face. Your eyes are wide and threatening to spill over with a heavy current of tears. But the soft leather of Copia’s gloves meets your cheeks as his thumbs brush the tears away before they have a chance to fall.

“Will you allow me to show you how beautiful and handsome you truly are, amore mio?” Your face remains cradled in his hands as his eyes carefully study your face, watching for even the faintest hint of doubt or discomfort. Licking your suddenly dry lips, you give a quick nod. “Words, caro. I need you to use your words.”

“Yes,” you are surprised by the sultry huskiness of your own voice. “I want you to show me. I want you, Copia.”

Lips immediately come crashing upon your own, teeth biting at your bottom lip until you allow Copia’s tongue to invade your mouth. Firm hands grab ahold of your hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh and drag you flush against Copia’s own hips. Feeling the firm bulge pressing against you has you sighing out a breathless moan against Copia’s mouth. But you want more. No, you NEED more. Grabbing a fistful of soft graying hair, you pull him impossibly deeper into the searing kiss. Nothing has ever felt so exhilarating. Yet all too soon you feel Copia pulling away, a thin string of saliva briefly bridging the gap between you before it breaks away.

With hair disheveled, cheeks flushed a near glowing shade of pink beneath his now smudged paints, Copia stares into you with eyes clouded over with lust. But you can still see the questions in his gaze. Are you still okay with this? Does he need to take it slower? You’re fisting his shirt in desperation to pull him back to you. Copia’s shallow laugh tells you his concerns have been put to rest as he slides his hands to circle around the upper part of your arms.

“Perhaps,” Copia begins softly, massaging your arms to ground you in the moment. “We should take this to somewhere a bit more cozy, si?”

“Yes, please take me to bed Papa,” it’s a tease using Copia’s official title like that, knowing that it drives him wild. 

Emboldened, Copia lets out a near growl of a moan as he is suddenly lifting you by the back of the thighs, carrying you towards his bed. Giggles escape you, aroused by the display of strength yet also worrying that your poor old man is going to hurt himself. You aren’t exactly tiny.

"Papa, don't hurt yourself!" It squeaks past your lips just as you are being thrown onto the bed. Your back hits the mattress and bounces, once, twice, before you settle into the silk sheets. 

But Copia is having none of that. Tonight he feels young and in his prime, ready to go absolutely feral as he ravages your body. Only you can make him feel this way. With bated breath, you gaze up at him from your spot amongst the pillows. There is an undeniable hunger held behind those striking eyes. Looking like a predator stalking its prey, Copia crawls the length of the bed to settle himself between your parted thighs. Heat pools at your core, desperation and need leaving you keening as Copia closes the space between you.

Lips are on you, fiery and urgent. Teeth graze with gentle teasing swipes at your lips as Copia keeps from setting any particular rhythm or pace. Strong hands start at your face, cupping your jaw and holding you to him as he flicks his tongue into your mouth. Massaging soft circles into your tongue with his own. But Copia doesn’t stop there. No. His hands travel down to your waist, giving a firm squeeze to the soft supple flesh that has you arching up into him.

Locked in your heated kiss, Copia reaches for the hem of your shirt, slowly easing it up over your waist. But your breath catches in your throat as you're suddenly clutching at his hands. Startled, Copia pulls away from the kiss, hands held up in a display of surrender and looks at you with wide scared eyes.

"Have I done something wrong, amore?" You hate seeing that look of uncertainty in those beautiful dual colored eyes.

You're smoothing your shirt back down before you can bring yourself to answer, guilt eating you at the thought of scaring Copia into thinking he had done something wrong. He wasn't the issue. He could never be the issue. Just...why couldn't you be normal?

"No, C, you didn't do anything wrong," you worry your bottom lip between your teeth as your hands stay wrangled in the bottom edge of your shirt. "Just uh, can the shirt stay on? Please?"

It's almost just as heart shattering to see the look of pure adoration he gives you as he leans in to cup your cheeks. 

"Of course! Anything to make you feel safe and comfortable amore mio," Copia punctuates his statement with a soft grazing kiss to your lips. "Whatever you require of me to do or not to do you have but to ask. In this bed, Papa is but a servant to you and only you. You are the temple at which I worship."

Had your cheeks not already been flushed, they certainly were now. There isn't a single time before this man that you have ever felt so desired by another person. None have ever made you feel so much while saying so little. 

"Now let us try again, si?" He waits for your silent nod.

One hand stays to hold your cheek while the other once more travels back down your body. Moving past your waist, past your shirt, Copia instead palms your thigh and tucks it up against him. Tilting your head to the side, Copia begins to assault your neck with feverish kisses. With a moan you thread your fingers through his thick locks and hold him close to you. 

Copia waits until your head is thrown back, drunk off the feeling of his lips and tongue on you before he moves back to the hem of your shirt. Although he moves his fingers underneath the fabric once again, you remain calm. You trust him. And instead of sliding the piece of clothing up, Copia instead hooks into the waist of your pants. Though still a tad bit apprehensive, you let the man above you slowly reveal you inch by inch. 

Just before Copia unveils your most intimate of parts, he pulls back from your reddened lips to watch your eyes. His breathing is heavy, once slick combed back hair tousled and flicked out at the sides. Once clear black and white lines of paint are now smudged into a blend of gray around his lips and cheeks. You don't think Copia has ever looked better than at this moment. 

"Are you sure you are ready for this, amore?" He is giving you an out. Though you know Copia would stop at a moment's notice if  you were to express discomfort, you know he wants you to have this one final moment of clarity. One last time to pull away with a clear head.

"Yes, C, I need you now," one of your hands slides up to trace over the buttons of his shirt. With only a few precise movements, you manage to open the top three buttons, exposing Copia's neck and collarbone.

That's all Copia needs before both sweatpants and underwear are ripped down past your knees. Hungry eyes stay locked with yours as Copia settles back on his knees, taking one leg into his lap at a time. Gentle hands raise your calf level with his chin, leaning in, pressing open mouth kisses along the length of your leg as he pulls the limb free from its cloth prison. Teeth nip playfully at the sensitive skin around your knees in a way that has you nearly kicking Copia in the head in a knee jerk reaction while you let out a half gasping moan. Teasing bastard. Your other leg gets the same treatment, if not even more as Copia pays extra attention to the thick muscle of your inner thigh. Sucking and biting in one particular spot to the point you are sure it will still bare the marks come morning.

It feels like your heart stops as those eyes flick up to fix you with a dangerous gaze. Copia looks ravenous, stalking up your body, parting your legs wide enough for him to settle between them. Face hovering just above the juncture of your thighs. Just the feeling of his breath tickling your hot sensitive skin has you writhing and desperate for more.

“Amore,” Copia waits until your eyes can hold focus on him, keeping his body from connecting with you just yet. With a huff of breath, you bite your bottom lip and try to ignore the throbbing in your core. “If I do anything, touch anywhere that you do not like you must tell me, si? Tonight is all about your pleasure. I want you to enjoy yourself.”

Before you can let out the breath you had been holding, Copia’s mouth is suddenly upon you. With tongue flat and wide, Copia gives one slow saint bernard lick up the length of your entrance. Your thighs attempt to snap closed of their own accord. But firm hands hold them open wide and down with an iron-like grip. Lapping gently at your folds, Copia coaxes you closer and closer to the mind shattering bliss you now so desperately crave. 

When your aching bundle of nerves is enveloped in the soft warm heat of Copia’s mouth you are nearly in tears, crying out as you grab at his hair as if it were a life line. Unsure if you want to pull him closer or to push him away, you simply just hold Copia in place, as if his hair were a set of reins. Copia grins into your sex, sucking on your length as if his life depended on it. Your hips arch up as you pull down, forcing him to take more of you into his mouth.

“Oh fuck, C!” With your head thrown back, you moan out from the pleasure he gives you. But too soon it all feels like too much.

Copia is already pulling off you with an obscene pop before you think to even warn him about the oversensitivity crashing over you. Always one step ahead of knowing what you need. Dropping your gaze, you watch a thin river of drool cascade down his chin as he slides one hand off your hip.

“You’re so big, amore,” Copia gives gentle praise to the effect hormones have taken on your body. One hand lifts to his mouth, teeth pulling free his glove before it’s tossed across the room. “And your taste, simply divine.”

Without much warning, Copia’s hand traces up the drenched seam of your entrance, gathering up a liberal amount of your juices. And then one digit slides knuckle deep inside in a fraction of a second.Your mouth gapes open in a noiseless moan at the sudden but welcomed intrusion. Releasing your hold on him, you flop back onto the mattress as if you were suddenly dead weight. Giving an experimental pump of his finger, Copia moves up your body. Resting his weight on one elbow, Copia hovers over you to watch your face twist in pleasure as he stretches you open. 

Nearly drunk off the noises you make, Copia dares to add a second finger to your sopping wet heat, delighted by the squeal you give as you’re fisting the sheets below you. You take all he gives you so well. Leaning in, Copia nuzzles into your neck before his teeth lightly sink in, quickly soothing the pain away with soft laps of his tongue. Keening under Copia and his careful ministrations, you feel that all too familiar coil inside you threatening to snap.

“Oh, C,” you try to moan to him. “I’m..I’m close, please!”

Copia captures your lips in a branding kiss. Silencing your further moans, his fingers move faster in and out of your accepting body. Curling upwards, the tips of his fingers drag along your inner ridges in a way that has you bucking against him. You aren’t sure how much more you can take. But then Copia adds a third finger and you feel the tension in your body snap. You’re screaming against Copia’s mouth, hips bucking wildly as he continues to work you through your orgasm. Only when you are in tears from the delicious overstimulation does Copia finally take mercy and halt his movements, letting you lay boneless against the pillows.

Nothing has ever felt so good yet so torturous. You want more. You need more. But as you manage to flutter your eyes open and look up at Copia, you suddenly realize the playing field is unfair.

“This,” when you can will your limbs to move again you’re reaching up to tug at Copia’s shirt, feeling he is far too overdressed for the occasion. “Off. Now.”

A breathy laugh leaves him, but Copia pulls back to obey your command. Though you mourn the loss as Copia carefully slips his fingers from your heat, you are eager to receive whatever he gives you next. 

“So demanding. You really shouldn’t let this power go to your head,” Copia teases as he sits up, undoing the rest of his buttons under your warm gaze. “But did that feel good, caro? Was it good to let Papa take care of you?”

Playfully, you knock your knee into his side. Copia sometimes needs his ego to be stroked.

“You know I did, Papa,” you watch Copia’s every movement with great interest, hands reaching out to caress his soft belly the moment it is exposed to you. “If someone hadn’t been stifling my noises, you sure would have been hearing me screaming your name.”

It doesn’t go unnoticed the way Copia seems to puff out his chest at your praise. Confidence boosted, Copia shucks off his shirt with what you assume is meant to be a sexual shimmy of his shoulders. You love it when your Copia feels himself. Displaying that same confident energy he uses to command the stage on tour.

"Don't worry amore mio, you will have another chance to scream my name," Copia palms his aching bulge through the fabric of his pants. Your eyes are trained on the noticeable wet spot there. 

With a painfully slow pace, Copia unties the laces of his rat bitten pants, loosening the top few strings until the waist is loose enough to sag from his hips. Copia has gone without wearing underwear this evening. So as soon as Copia wiggles the pants down his thighs, his heavy erection springs out towards you. Pre-cum dribbles from the swollen pink tip. You can see the visible throb as Copia notices the way you trace the length of him with ravenous eyes.

Leaning forward, you wrap a soft hand around Copia's shaft and give one smooth gentle tug. The skin is velvet soft and warm to the touch. A hiss comes from Copia, letting you give him another light stroke before he is pulling your hands off him and fixing you with a peculiar look.

"Ah amore," Copia's cheeks flush a soft shade of pink and there is a sheepish quality to his voice. "I'm afraid as good as that feels, I don't think I will last if I let you continue."

Though you give Copia a pout, it doesn't stay on your face long. You watch him ease back to hang off the foot of the bed, kicking his shoes off and pulling his pants the rest of the way off. His thighs. Oh how you love those thighs. As he crawls back up the bed, you are reaching to drag your blunt nails along the thick muscles and delight as you watch them tense and contract. 

"Amore mio," Copia calls to you, sharp and stern. "Look at me."

Your eyes travel up to meet his mismatched gaze, his white iris seeming to glow in the dim light. The look he gives you floats the line somewhere between being soft and gentle, and being harsh and commanding. 

"You are the single most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes upon,” sweet and tenderly, Copia cups your jaw with one hand as he settles on his knees once more between your thighs. “All I see in front of me is a strong handsome man. Never will I see you as anything less. Do you understand that, amore?”

Fat happy tears well up in the corners of your eyes but are quickly swept away by Copia the moment they fall. You throw an arm around the back of Copia’s neck and pull him into you for a kiss full of as much love as you can possibly put into it. It is all encompassing. In this moment there was nothing besides just you and Copia and the love that you share. When you pull away, both gasping and sucking in deep breaths of air, Copia leans his forehead against yours.

“Now, can you please fuck my brains out, C?”  Your eyes are closed, nuzzling the tip of your nose against Copia’s as you slide a hand down between your bodies. Again your hand wraps around his erection, positioning the tip at your still drenched entrance.

Copia is gasping as he gives an instinctual buck of his hips, sinking an inch into your welcoming heat before he can stop himself. It is as if he needs a moment to collect himself with how he remains still as a rock. But then he gives a moan and drops to his elbows just above you. 

“Amore,” Copia lets out with a long drawn out moan, snapping his hips forward. You let out a sharp shriek as he is suddenly fully seated inside you, but he stops there. “Feels so fucking good."

Saying Copia is big is a bit of an understatement. The stretching of your inner walls to accommodate his girth is borderline unbearable, even after the work he put into prepping you first. It’s a burning sensation that starts where your bodies are joined, but it quickly becomes a pleasant warmth that radiates out to the rest of your body. All the way to even your fingertips, it feels as if your nerve endings are set ablaze. But the fire doesn’t burn, instead it brings unyielding pleasure.

A slow and steady pace is set, a gentle drag that has you feeling Copia’s each and every ridge. Soon the subtle ache of pain becomes a strong throbbing need for more. Desperate to feel Copia deeper, harder, you tilt your hips up to meet him. He gets the message. Picking up the pace, Copia bucks his hips to push himself deeper into you. An arm wraps around the back of your head, pulling you to bury your face into the shelter that is the crook of Copia's neck. You breathe him in. Bourbon and amber, a sweet and warm oaky caramel scent that is entirely Copia. Surrounded in everything that is Copia, his scent, the soft yet solid frame of his body caging you in, even the gentle moans and gasps he breathes out above you. It is impossible to tell where he starts and you end.

“C! Oh fuck, please,” you are losing yourself, arms thrown around Copia with nails digging shallow welts into his back. “Harder! Please fuck me harder!”

Something seems to snap in Copia. With a feral growl Copia grabs both your legs with a bruising strength and throws them up so your ankles are hooked over the back of his shoulders. You find you are far more flexible than you thought, not an ounce of discomfort as Copia has you nearly folded in half with his weight holding you down. The next snap of Copia’s hips tears a scream from you that leaves your throat sore. You can feel him deeper than ever. Each pounding thrust has Copia reaching deep enough you swear that you feel him pushing against your guts to create a dull ache. But the pleasure has you seeing stars.

Sweat clings to both your bodies, sliding against each other smoothly. That familiar coil is tightening. You can’t find a way to bring words out of your mouth, too consumed by all your senses being overwhelmed with the pleasure Copia is giving you. But Copia can read you better than even yourself.

“You are close amore, si?” Copia asks in a grunt between thrusts, eyes locked with yours. He himself is close to his own end, but he is desperate to ensure you reach yours first before he can consider his own pleasurable release. At your nod he gives a cocky smile. “Come on, you can do it. Cum for me amore!”

Doubling his efforts, Copia reaches a hand down between your bodies and strokes you in time with each thrust of his hips. Tears cascade down your cheeks as you're babbling out nonsensical sounds of pure bliss. It’s all too much, yet not at all enough. There is no subtle build up of your orgasm, no soft long drawn out pleasure that increases exponentially. No, you abruptly reach the edge of the cliff and you are immediately thrown straight into the depths.

“Copia!” You scream his name so loud you wouldn’t even be surprised if it echoed down the halls just outside Copia’s chambers. Every muscle in your body contracts, squeezing Copia tight and refusing to let go.

Feeling your walls flutter around him, Copia lets out a pained moan as your nails break the skin of his back. But he keeps fucking you through your orgasm, drawing out your pleasure for as long as possible. Then you reach up in a blind haze and bite into Copia’s collarbone. He is lost. Copia cums with a beautiful sob as he continues to give shallow thrusts. It feels like white hot lava spurting into you, but you can’t get enough of it. 

As you finally come down from your peak, you release Copia from your mouth and flop bonelessly back onto the bed. Every muscle in your body aches. Yet it is pleasant. Something you think you could get far too used to. Copia’s forehead drops to your shoulder as he pants, pulling his softening cock from your body, eliciting a soft hiss from both of you. An aftershock throb has you feeling a stream of Copia’s cum dripping out of you.

Placing a soft kiss to your neck, then your cheek, and a brief one to your lips, Copia is considerate enough to lift himself and shift to the side before he drops to the mattress like a sack of potatoes.

His head turns on the pillows to fix you with a tired, warm gaze. “That was good, si?” 

“Of course,” you give an almost drunken smile, softly carding your fingers through Copia’s hair. “Couldn’t have asked for any better.”

“Good, good,” Copia keeps smiling, but his eyes close while burying himself deeper into the comfort of the bed. “ Now, amore mio... do you think you could fetch the heating pad for Papa?” One eye opens to peek sheepishly at you. Seems I may have overestimated my own limits.”

You can’t help the giggle that leaves you, but you are shifting to roll off the bed nevertheless. 

“Anything for you, C,” but you can’t resist a slap to Copia’s exposed ass, earning a sharp squeal as you saunter past in search of said heating pad. Yeah, you certainly felt attractive and definitely could get used to this.

[cromearts]

so i watched interview with the vampire.

and you're gonna be like "laila, i thought you like to watch things after the hype has died down" well i thought so too but they put it on netflix and the brainworms got to me. i watched both seasons in a weekend. i'm gonna read the books next. usually i really don't like shows where the characters you follow are just "so complex!!!1!!!!1" and "hard to understand!!!1!!!!1" because a lot of the time this is just a cheap copout for people who want to fuck very surface level villains with very surface level writing (a lot of you have let fanon make you think some characters are deeper than they actually are but thats a story for another day) but i am SO happy to report that this is NOT the case for interview with the vampire. you have so many conflicting feelings for all of these characters (except claudia. i do in fact support her every decision. love that queen. my princess.) and it's just so good. this is the true drama people are looking for on tv. kind of wish it was on during the era of cable cuz you KNOW it would've been craycray. going into this, i really was expecting to completely dislike lestat but honestly i can't even say that. i love him and i hate him. the same way i love and hate louis and i love and hate armand. claudia and daniel are really the only characters that i love unconditionally. but there are so many scenes that just really pull on my heart strings. the finale where lestat says "armand called me, did you hurt yourself?" with those SAD ASS EYES. i don't know if people have already said this but whenever lestat is really sad sam reid puts on these puppy eyes that practically FORCE you to feel bad its insane. and louis.......... the man who is fumbled over and over again constantly. my favorite unreliable narrator. seeing how the "turning of claudia REALLY went down lowkey rewired some neurons. "please ill do anything ill be anything please please please." the guilt was literally eating him alive to the point of no return. that had me really gagged. jacob anderson lowkey best actor ever? like where are the awards we need them right now. and armand......... oh armand. biggest fumbler ive ever seen. its okay though cuz he's gonna fuck that old man. i know he is. but him lying over and over again to louis is actually so crazy. like bro is a pathological liar AND a gaslighter. you've been alive for over five hundred years and i can tell you havent gone to therapy not one time in your entire life. like for him to take the credit for lestat saving louis is what REALLY got me. like lowkey that's worse than the betrayal itself. like 70 years of mending back together our relationship after you killed my daughter and almost me only for me to find out MY EX SAVED ME? AND NOT YOU? like oh i would've really crashed out. and my dear claudia.... my favorite. it's so crazy like i will absolutely not allow any claudia slander because i can defend her from anything. like i genuinely do not think any "bad" thing claudia does is her fault because she literally did not ask for this. like you can argue that it made her life WORSE! instead of simply dying in that moment, she had to die later after suffering so much and THEN proceeding to experience happiness for one moment (insert the have you ever gotten everything you ever wanted? no. but i once got very close quote here). claudia did nothing but suffer, was treated seriously by NO ONE in her life, and the one time someone picks her, they both proceed to die immediately after. that genuinely upset me so much i wanted to turn the tv off. and the crazy thing is we ALL knew claudia was going to die because they talked about her in past tense THE ENTIRE INTERVIEW! LIKE I KNEW SHE WAS DEAD THE ENTIRE TIME! AND I STILL WANTED TO SMASH THE TV! it's actually insane. at least in her final moments madeleine chose her. which was done very beautifully in my opinion. "my coven is claudia." goosebumps man. because a lot of people probably would've chosen the other option but no not madeleine. she loved claudia more than she wanted to live. i love this show man.

[take-it-easy-1004]

oh fuck idk why but today has been so horrible so far. its all small problems rly ik i shouldnt be complaining abt this stuff but idk. so yesterday i found out i have swimming class, german class and piano class today and i fucking lost it. not in terms of anger or sadness but just like ohhh fuck oh fuck yk. anyways today my mom cancelled my german class because it's too much so yay. i woke up and brushed my teeth and made some breakfast. i had piano class which was so fucking boring because like this teacher sometimes just tells me to do the same thing over and over again, even though i know what to do, it's just hard and i'm trying. i asked for a bathroom break halfway through and used it to lie down. i also hate how the side camera required for my fingers shows how fat i am. anyways after that i laid back down for a bit then finally went down and watched netflix for a long time. i also went to the garden so there's that. when the time for my swimming class came, i was so fucking sad, i hate swimming. i left but when i got there it was blocked off. after like 10 minutes of helplessly walking around, i asked some older teenagers (like 17, 18?) if they knew how to get through. i made sure to look at only one of them since the other was vaping and idk i didnt wanna rly look at him. he took me through the blockade and apparently you just had to fucking walk through a construction site?! it wasnt rly a construction site it just had a machine and i could see some pipes in the ground and the dirt was dug up. i went in, still angry abt the stupid design and apparently it was so stupid that literally three people had found the way in. i was in a class with three people. fuck. the reason this was bad is because i suck at swimming and with 70% of the class not there the teacher would focus way more on me. i hate being corrected. not for egotistical reasons, but because i just cringe inside and im like oh fuck whats wrong with me. anyways i get changed in a horrible stall which is bad for me because i always am scared of my clothes touching the ground or forgetting to lock the stall and someone walking in. another reason i hate swimming is because im fat and i didnt have a full body suit. great. i walked around like with my arms around my stomach, yk what i mean? i went in and i was so fucking slow. these kids were half my age and twice as good as me. halfway through we got out and like stretched our arms. i was scared because recently ive been getting my first armpit hairs which isnt much and not noticeable but i was still super scared. also i thought i saw a classmate which wouldve been super embarsssing (uh oh) but i realized it wasnt him (yay!). buuuut my teacher had to get my attention because i wasnt doing the arm movements (uh oh). this was just a horrible day. if i remember more i'll reblog but if not then i wont. my phone has 6% so bye