#like i feel like im gonna post it and y’all are gonna like hit me w the 'u got the whole squad laughing'

[whimsyprinx]

god my blog is just a therapy session

[revelboo]

so what im getting from that sparked up post is that theres a possibility that starscream, reader, and soundwave are gonna be playing some weird, sexy hot potato with the baby. im only half joking on that buT DAMN YOU LEAD UP TO THAT SO SMOOTHLY???? LIKE I WAS READING THE POST AND JUST GOING LIKE "ok, yeah, that happened, and then That happened and then-" and just. goddamn. ALSO TF1 BEE AND THAT LAST BIT FROM THE LAST CHAPTER YOU DID FOR HIM DIDNT HAVE TO HIT THAT HARD, GOD??? GOD. im breaking the laws of reality to hold him, i know readers not there yet but i am and im having a mental standoff with him on whos knocking who up first

So far, Star is the only one fully bonded at this point. Sounders has a partial bond. I like the idea that spark bonds are pretty much nonexistent by this point in the timeline because it’s too risky to tie yourself so completely to someone during a war. Star and TFP Megs didn’t realize they could bond to a human. Sounders had seen it was possible and decided it was worth the risk, but most of the Cybertronians have no clue at this point. I’d think that spark bonds would have started becoming almost a taboo even before the war- the senate painting the bonds as blasphemous when really they just didn’t want the lower classes bonding. If one parter dies in an accident, you end up losing two workers and hurting production.

😂 Y’all making me think and actually world build my Transformers smut instead of just BSing it.

Also: sorry about the Bee! I needed to lay some groundwork for why he is the way he is and that he’s not actually okay at all for what’s eventually coming. Because he’s not getting abandoned ever again, no matter what he has to do to ensure it.

18+ Mass displaced mech 🌶️

The Coma Kid Pt 5

TFO B 127 x Reader

• “Are you warm enough? I could hold you, I’m warm.” Offering his hands to you, he tries not to wilt when you immediately lean away, that smile of yours so brittle. “Okay, yeah. No holding.” Hands folding into his lap where he’s sitting on his berth watching you stare up at him with no small amount of suspicion from your blanket nest, he fidgets. That pull, that urge to touch you chiming through him. Almost painful to ignore. You have to be able to feel it, too. Which means you’re uncomfortable. Rocking forward, he scoops up you and your nest despite your startled gasp and deposits you into his lap. “I just need this. Sorry.” Hooking a servo around your middle, the tension eases, but that insatiable need to touch you just grows hotter.

• Teeth gritted against that hollow need twisting through you ats his servo slides against your stomach and under your shirt. And that ache shifts infuriatingly, becoming lust on steroids. Completely unfair and unwanted. Because at this point you’re so frustrated, you’re not sure if you’d go through with your escape plan if he leaves you alone for a minute or if you’d give yourself a helping hand instead. What is wrong with you? Actually, what did he do to you? Because whatever this is, it’s absolutely some weird alien BS. “Okay, no,” you gasp as that servo slides up further and you squirm out of his grip, pitching backwards and he grabs for you. Back hitting the berth as he falls forward and you close your eyes expecting to get crushed. Not to have the air driven out of you and to somehow not die.

• Mass displaced, he freezes as your eyes open and just stare at him. Your lips parting when he doesn’t move from where he’s sprawled on top of you, snared by those eyes. “Sorry,” he whispers, but he can’t bring himself to move. Shifting slightly against you, settling his hips into the cradle of yours just to feel how you fit together. Like you’re made just for him. For the first time that he can remember, he’s lost his words. Speechless and shaken. Wonders what your mouth would feel like against his. If you’d let him kiss you. Finding your hand, he interlaces his servos with your fingers and pins it by your head. Wanting, but unsure if he’s allowed.

• Swallowing as his mouth opens and closes and he’s silent, that hungry need lifts through you. Whispering deviant things. Like that you could ease that ache with him and then escape. It couldn’t hurt anything. Those servos of his would feel better than your own fingers. Breath catching as he lowers his head like he’s going to kiss you, you turn your head away and his mouth brushes your cheek and jaw. Over to your neck as his hips rock against yours. “Stop that or-”

• “Or?” He whispers against your soft skin. You’re not struggling, not pushing or shoving at him. Mouth sealing against your throat and sucking until you arch into him, like you want him to mark that soft skin as his. “Just let me take care of you. Be such a good mate.” Sitting up when you shiver but don’t protest, he runs his servos against you, trying to figure out the layers of your coverings before just tugging the lower half down your legs. “It’s okay.” Afraid you’ll stop him at any moment, he stretches out between your thighs and nuzzles against you. “Let me have this. Just a taste, okay?”

• Breath catching when he vents against your bare skin, there’s a shiver of alarm. That you’re playing with fire knowing you’re about to get burned. Knowing you should stop him, kick him in the face if need be, but when that glossa slides against you, you make a ragged sound of need instead. Big hands sliding under your butt and squeezing as his glossa tunnels inside you, your hips lift, buck. His bright optics stare up your body as he laps at you and you let your head fall back unable to deal with the intimacy of him watching you while his mouth is on you. Biting down on the pad of your thumb when his mouth slides against you, sucking, nipping, and licking until your release rushes unexpectedly through you and you cry out feeling his glossa drive inside you again. And that hollow need grows instead of diminishing.

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[mimikyuno]

my yuriful summer 2024 watchlist 🏖️☀️

now that i checked out the first episode of all the yuriful shows i was keeping an eye on, here’s my first thoughts and impressions

Mayonaka Punch

tags: comedy, supernatural, vampire

thoughts on episode 1: LOVED IT SO SO MUCH!!! i love the mc already she’s such a mess and i already love the dynamic between her and the raging vampire lesbian. my favorite from the ones on this list tbh!! need more cancelled youtubers and horny for blood lesbian vampires. also i have a weak spot for anime with adult characters who can drink alcohol and get wasted lol. WILL be watching EAGERLY.

yuri thoughts 🌸: the yuri looks solid!! there was verbal mention of lesbian romantic feelings. and as in most vampire shows, blood drinking is metaphor for sex but it’s made quite explicit in this one which increases the yuri score. the protagonists have already a v interesting dynamic im invested.

(EDIT) POST EP 3 THOUGHTS: i love this one more and more!!! still my fave out of these 5 for some reason? i just like masaki and live’s dynamic a lot, i hope they kiss

(EDIT) ALMOST END OF THE SEASON UPDATE: only one of these im still watching lmao ep 9 and 10 were really good! i hope masaki and live make out by the end. yuki best girl

Na Nare Hana Nare

tags: sports

thoughts on episode 1: LOVE the colors and art style in this one! love that there’s a girl in a wheelchair!! love the brazilian girl who keeps kissing everyone!! the parkour girl is turbo autistic fr… also a ninja lmao. im v interested in this tbh!! will be watching.

yuri thoughts 🌸: im v interested in the possible yuriful dynamics, especially between the girl in a wheelchair and mc, and between parkour ninja autistic and tall girl. i think the brazilian girl and girl who follows her around are also supposed to be shipped.

(EDIT) POST EP 3 THOUGHTS: yeppp turbo autism ninja is a huge lesbian i love her sm 💌. very sweet show!

(EDIT) ALMOST END OF THE SEASON UPDATE: on hold. it got quite boring at the ep 5 mark and i cant will myself to continue. might drop

Senpai was Otokonoko

tags: crossdressing, love polygon, romance, school

thoughts on episode 1: this counts as yuriful and i Will fight u on this. bisexual girl x closeted trans girl x closeted gay childhood friend love triangle? discussions of gender identity? yes pls. will be continuing it!!

yuri thoughts 🌸: makoto and aoi are cute 🥹

(EDIT) POST EP 3 THOUGHTS: idc about whatever happens later on, makoto is a trans girl, episode 2 and 3 are an insane confirmation. even if she never breaks through her eggshell throughout the whole series, she’s trans. no like fr. i love her so so much and i hope she’ll be able to transition (either at the end of the series or afterwards). egg of the season 🥚🏳️‍⚧️

(EDIT) ALMOST END OF THE SEASON UPDATE: meh. dropped lmao

Shikanoko Nokonoko Koshitantan

tags: comedy, gag humor, school

thoughts on episode 1: “shiiiika 🦌!!!” okay y’all know i love me some gag humor anime but tbqh im feeling kinda lukewarm on this one. maybe it’s bc i had rly high expectations for this but idk most of the gags did not hit as nice as i hoped. tho some of them were brilliant (also looove the constant breaking of the fourth wall). not looking forward to the siscon character that’s gonna be introduced. will be continuing but might drop if i get bored. however i loved how they Did mention that only male deer have horns sooo… noko transbian 🦌🏳️‍⚧️?

yuri thoughts 🌸: the two protagonists have great yuri potential!! torako has already shown she’s a huge girl kisser and noko just keeps teasing her, which is a great dynamic imo. also torako’s va is hatsune miku’s voice provider, and we all know hatsune miku is transbian goddess so!

(EDIT) POST EP 3 THOUGHTS: okay nvm i actually love this!!!!!! and the siscon character is such a caricature and parody of the siscon trope that i love her too (also she’s voiced by mafuyu project sekai uwu).

(EDIT) ALMOST END OF THE SEASON UPDATE: dropped lmao (gags got boring, i have seen too many similar shows)

VTuber Nandaga Haishin Kiri Wasuretara Densetsu ni Natteta

tags: comedy, otaku culture

thoughts on episode 1: once again maybe unpopular opinion but im not completely sold on this one. yes it’s fun, yes she’s unhinged, yes they’re all absolutely raging homosexuals BUT idk how to explain it but it feels very much male oriented. idk i think i feel this way bc it’s my personal pet peeve when otaku shows focus mostly on men as the intended audience (for example, when they showed her audience, all the viewers were men which like. they could have shown at least one woman who likes watching her videos yknow?). so anyway. at least it’s incredibly gay? and once again, love characters gettinf drunk lol. but idk i feel like this was made to ride the wave of hololive and get men on twitter to share funny clips idk. i like how they use actual vtuber avatars in certain scenes, and i get the vibe they’ll want to make these girls real vtubers, hence why we dont see what they actually look like but just their vtuber persona. will be checking out more ep but will drop if it gets too meh.

yuri thoughts 🌸: as mentioned, all the girls are RAGING homosexuals fr. asking about favorite lesbian porn scenarios to each other to possibly act them out. hello?!

(EDIT) POST EP 3 THOUGHTS: again nvm, i like this one too now lmao tho i’d rank it last out of these 5 tbh. but it’s so unhinged and deranged that it’s a super fun watch

(EDIT) ALMOST END OF THE SEASON UPDATE: the wii fit -like episode was the last drop. burnt braincells i’ll never grow back. dropped byeee 0/10

[strangespinapple]

RC ~ When It Hurts P2

rafe cameron x fem reader

blurb: you and rafe are together. and lately he's been acting differently so you confront him. but what happens when you find out he's been lying to you?

warnings: angst, cheating, cursing, physical hitting, SMUTTTT MDNIII 18+ (ill tell your parents 🫵🏽🤨), dark rafe, kidnapping???

word count: 1.6k

a/n: mb about the late posting I meant to post this like a week ago but i got busy and im still mourning. enjoy :)

P1 Here

Song Inspo: Hurts So Good by Astrid S

He pulled your face closer to his and captured your lips in a cultivating kiss. It started off slowly and passionately, filled with love and raw emotions. You moaned against Rafe’s lips. With his hand on your jaw, he squeezes your cheeks to force your lips apart and sticks his tongue in your mouth. He uses his other hand to push your shoulder flat down against the bed so he can get on top of you. With that same hand he props himself up and moves his hand from your face to underneath your shirt. With no bra in the way he easily gropes your boob. He moans against your mouth and grinds into you. 

“Rafe pleasee, I need you.” He pulls down your shorts along with your underwear. 

“I can’t wait any longer. I need to be inside of you. Feel how warm and tight you are.” He babbled against your lips. His mind turning into mush from you turning him on.

You grab his shorts and underwear pulling them down just enough to grab and stroke his length. He grinds against your soft hand and kisses your neck. Your hands make their way to his back while he guides his tip inside of you.

“Fuccckkk” he moans in your ear as he pushes his full length inside of you stretching you completely. 

“Rafe, oh my go-“ His hard quick thrust made you moan loudly. 

“Baby you feel so fucking good. Best pussy ever.” 

He grabs your leg and hooks it over his arm allowing him to slide even deeper inside of you. Both of your moans reach a new octave from the new found pleasure. 

“Right there, right fucking there Rafe.” 

Listening to you, he slides right in that spot drawing you super close to your climax. You have always loved when Rafe gets like this during sex. Something about him being so horny and turned on that he starts babbling, whining, or thrusting into you erratically, always pushes you over the edge. 

“You’re squeezing me. I’m not gonna last, I’m not-“ 

Rafe starts thrusting inside of you at a faster sloppier pace. Your back arches and your legs shake as your climax hits you. Rafe moans loudly as his hips stutter against you. His cum spreads within you, painting your walls white. Rafe gets up and grabs a rag from the bathroom inside of y’all shared room. He wipes in between your legs and afterwards does the same thing to himself. He throws the rag in a nearby bin and gets into the bed with you.

“I love you and I’ll always love you.” He grabs your face and kisses you.

“I love you too baby, and I trust you.” 

“Let’s get some sleep so I can make it up to you all day tomorrow.” You smile as you kiss his lips once last time. 

You roll on your side and Rafe cuddles you from behind spooning you. You close your eyes as sleepiness comes over you. Smiling at how content you feel, knowing that your boyfriend will never cheat on you.

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4 Hours Later…

Your eyes open at this incessant buzzing. 

Buzz Buzz

Looking at the clock on your nightstand it’s almost 4am. You turn over to Rafe’s side of the bed to see he is no longer cuddling you and is facing his nightstand.

“Rafey” you whisper thinking he may be awake. You peek over at him and see that he is fast asleep, but his phone is lightening up and buzzing. 

Buzz Buzz Buzz

You think to yourself ‘it might be important with his family or something’ with the way his phone is going off. So you lean over Rafe grabbing his phone without trying not to wake him up. 

Sophia: “Rafe are you coming over or what????” “I'm not gonna stay waiting for you forever” “Come on I need you like real real bad and I know you need me too 😩🤭” *sends a past video of them fucking* “We had such fun times together. Remember yesterday we fucked ALLL day long and it was so much fun”

He told you he was backed up in meetings all day yesterday.

“Seriously Rafe don’t you want all this. Cuz I know you did yesterday.” “Rafeeeeeeeeyyyyyy come on” “I'm so much better than her, I don’t understand why you spend so much time with your loser of a girlfriend” “UGHHH you fell asleep didn’t you ☹️🥺” “Fine call me in the morning babe ����”

Not only did your heart drop into your ass but it also shattered. How could he do this to you?! You have been nothing but an amazing supportive girlfriend and he has the nerve to cheat on you. Tears start to roll down your face from the hurt. But then it hits you. HE LIED TO YOU. Those tears turned into anger real quick. You turn the light on, grab your pillow from behind you and hit Rafe with all your might. Over and over and over again you beat the man who you thought loved you.

Rafe jumps up, snatching the pillow out of your hands. “WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”

“YOU! YOU ARE WHAT’S WRONG WITH ME. HOW COULD YOU?!” You both get up standing on both sides of the bed.

“HOW COULD I WHAT? DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS? I DON’T WANT TO DEAL WITH THIS SHIT I’M TIRED!”

“YEAH I BET YOU ARE FROM ALL THE SECRETS YOUR HIDING. YOU LYING CHEATING PIECE OF SHIT.” You hold his phone up to his eye view with the messages his mistress sent him. He stares at you with wide eyes. 

“You went through my phone? What kind of girlfriend does that?”

“OH NO DON’T YOU DARE TRY TO TURN THIS AROUND ON ME. YOUR PHONE WAS GOING OFF AND I THOUGHT IT WAS AN EMERGENCY SO I PICKED IT UP.”

Rafe starts biting his nails, a habit you’ve been trying to break him out of since you guys first started dating. Oh but now you couldn’t give two shits. He could bite his nails until he hits bone for all you care. 

“IT WAS YOUR LITTLE SLUT BEGGING YOU TO COME OVER AND FUCK HER LIKE YOU ALWAYS DO.” 

You throw his phone at him and speed walk into your closet. You pull out a small suitcase and start throwing some of your essentials in it. Rafe is still standing at the foot of the bed biting his nails, waiting for your next move. You come back to the room and throw the suitcase on the bed. 

“Wha- What are you doing?” You continue packing your things not looking at him.

“What does it look like I’m doing, I’m leaving.” 

“What do you mean you’re leaving? You can’t leave. You can’t leave me.” He circles the bed towards you as you pack the last of your things. He begins to panic thinking you’re serious. 

“I am leaving Rafe. You cheated on me and lied to me multiple times.” You zip the suitcase up and walk out of the room, going down the stairs, making your way to the front door. 

“Wait, you can’t leave. I’m sorry. I’m sorry baby.” 

He rushes in front of you blocking you from reaching the door at the bottom of the staircase. He grabs your shoulders to keep you in front of him. 

“I fucked up okay cause I’m a fuck up. I’m sorry you’re the one good thing in my life and I need you. I promise I will never hurt you again I’m so fucking stupid.”

 He takes a deep breath to stop himself from rambling over his sobs. 

“Just please, please don’t leave me. I’m sorry.” His eyes red and hands shaking from the crying and fear of losing you. 

Looking down at the floor, you push his hands off of your shoulders.

“Look Rafe, I can't be with you. You cheated on me and you broke my heart. Even if I were to forgive you, I can never trust you again. And honestly I thought you loved me.” You say finally looking up at him through your wet lashes.

“I do! I promise I do.” The tears streaming nonstop on both of your faces. 

When it hurts but it hurts so good Do you take it? Do you break it off?

“If you did, then you wouldn’t have betrayed me. I can’t do this with you anymore. I’m done, we’re done.” 

Rafe could’ve sworn he felt his heart stop. You really weren’t playing around. He realized he really fucked up and there’s no coming back from this. You move towards the door and place your hand on the knob starting to twist it when you hear Rafe speak.

“I’m sorry-”

“Me too.” You slowly open the front door. 

When it hurts but it hurts so good Can you say it? Can you say it?

“but I can’t let you go.” 

Before you had a chance to react you felt one strong callous hand wrap around your mouth while the other wrapped around your body. You dropped your bag screaming and kicking as Rafe lifted you up. You hoped someone would hear you but your kicking closed the door shut. Rafe's hand starts to press harder and harder on your mouth putting pressure on your throat. 

“Shhh go to sleep. I promise when you wake up I will fix everything.”

Your eyes began to feel heavy as well as your body. Rafe always told you that he would never hurt you but he was terrified of losing you. 

Fear and love can turn the sweetest person into a monster.  

Your love is like (hey, na-na-na, na-na) It hurts so good

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hey y'all! so how did y'all like the fic? constructive criticism is always accepted!

do you guys want a part 3? if so lmk which direction it should go :)

[starythewriter]

Vinnie hacker car sex while it rains

WATTPAD

SMUT. MINORS DONT INTERACT OR READ.

A/N: im releasing this because my first ever post to hit 200 notes was a VH post so this is y’all’s reward. Next week, wolverine is finally entering the picture with his own oneshots.

you met up with Vinnie, you were over at his house, it was beautiful he gave you a small kiss, you stared outside finding the rain pouring down… you loved the rain..l it was your favorite thing in the world, you both got ready for a cozy night, getting marshmallows and some hot chocolate.

after some hanging out you were gonna leave, but Vinnie had other plans…

as you were on his bed, he grab some old pants he had from past endeavors with you, you blushed, “stay with me you little slut” you teased him with “what are you Jack got this too?”

he grabbed you and sat you in his lap, you moaned as he kissed your neck he was being aggressive but in the best way, he slowly started to touch himself as he kissed your panties, you tried to undress him he whispered “we’re gonna do this my way”

he pinned you against the wall kissing you, he took of your shirt, slowly kissing your nipples, you moaned loudly. “vinnie- you know I love you right? i- need you so much”

he said: “I know baby that’s why I’m gonna give it all to you, I’m gonna make you forget about Jack”

he kissed and licked your breasts, slowly starting to unbutton your pants… you moaned again as Vinnie pulled off your pants ‘fuck yes’ you thought.

and then… you gasped, because Vinnie wasn’t kissing your boobs, but instead licking the inside of your thigh… he continued licking. he then stopped.

he put a blind fold on you and took you to his car, you could hear the rain, you took the blind fold off and sat ontop of him, “you like the rain right? let’s do this here slut”

you moaned as he took of his pants and you took everything off too, you kept kissing, he whispered “I’m gonna fuck your tight pussy up so good nobody will hear the rain they’ll just hear us” you kept moaning.

slowly you sat ontop of his dick and started to ride him… you moaned “oh- Vinnie your such a sweetheart and too easy to please, but I’m gonna make you cum so fucking hard just wait…”

he smirked and kissed your boobs, you snapped your head back unable to resist, you just started at the car ceiling as his skills were too good. “oh- fuck vinnie what- are you doing- i- can’t your making me so wet-“

he moaned saying “that’s the point my baby, I need to make you all mine, swear yourself to me. I’m gonna FUCK YOU UP SO HARD” he moaned. he quickened his pace and so did you, you felt him getting closer, but he was holding onto the high as he didn’t want you to forget this night. something about him was different tonight, he was here to prove something.

you knew his pride was getting in the way he wanted to show you how much better he was then Jack.,. you didn’t care, you saw the rain pouring down and moaned out “vinnie.. this rain is so… beautiful oh- fuckkk-“ you moaned he whispered with hunger “of course it is, just like you my baby, your prettier then a siren… you have my heart all to you… but if we’re gonna be together like this then you better know I’m gonna fuck you up”

he said with a smirk…

you just moaned and gave him a smile with pleasure, he loved seeing your lewd face, you loved seeing his abs, being able you make him moan this hard, you slowed down, and his eyes shuttered, his moan vibrated so smoothly, you could tell this pace had him triggered in the right ways, “oh- fuck baby- no- body could do this as- well as you can”

he said licking your boobs, you just kept going faster, your hands grabbed his hips tightly as his hand moved between your thighs, your breath hitched as he started rubbing your clit, “you feel so wet, baby…” he moaned. your breathing hitched, you bit your lips not wanting to cry and scream, you bit your lip harder until it bled “you’re so wet for me”

his grip on your hips tightened, you whimpered and he started pumping your clit faster and faster. “fuck you’re so tight” you moaned. he moaned “so wet”

you moaned as he pumped your clit even harder. his thrusts became rough as he came, and you couldn’t handle any more of it. your orgasm hit you and you cried out in pleasure “ohhhhhhh… fuck vinnie” you moaned as you reached your peak, your hips moving faster and faster. You could see a tear fall down your cheek… you enjoyed this a lot, it was a long ride…

but you didn’t mind it, that’s what made today so special, the build up… you kissed him and whispered “thank you… I’ve never felt like that ever…”

he replied with “ no thank you baby girl, I’ve never had someone with such skills, you got me good, sometimes all I wanted to do with explode and fuck you into my car seats… your irresistible baby, your legs are all mine for me to consume… your eyes are special..”

you let out a pornographic moan as he praised you…

you both got out and kissed in the rain “your so talented darling, Y/N, this was so special… thank you… this moment in the rain… I love it I hope we can do this everytime it rains”

you smiled back and nodded… you kissed him again. you both headed back and slept together on his bed, you saw his necklace with a cross, you kissed his collarbone making sure he felt the love of an Angel.. “baby- that feels good” you responded: “I know Vinnie just relax.”

you both fell asleep with hickey marks over your body, and vinnies bruised collarbone with kisses of love, passion and lust.

[juliasturnz]

“A simple call”

M.S x y/n

🜸 - i forgot to thank y’all but oh my god? 100 followers is so muchhh! I’m so grateful for every single one of you🤍

★ - summary:

you’re having the depression loop again, all you wanna do is lay in bed and cry. You need to do it again. You just need to, luckily someone caught you just in the right time

༆ - Warnings!:

Sh moment! (Doing it!!!) mention of sh (and sh on its own), crying, depression, comfort talk (does that exist? 😭), use of y/n!!

✫彡 writers note:

This is slightly personal, I hope y’all enjoy it!

Im so sorry for not posting! School has started and I really need to focus. Trying my best to post as much as possible. ♥️

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Your laying down in your messy bed, not normal messy with like blankets everywhere, or some clothing here and there. But your bed was dirty, dust everywhere, makeup brushes, old food. Whatever disgusting thing you could think of. But did you notice at all? No.

You have been in a suffocating loop, for what you feel like months. Everything has been more exhausting than ever, you don’t even remember what the last time you showered was. Or even brushed your hair, since you didn’t knew where your brush even is.

And most of all, you had a boyfriend you haven’t been texting at all. Reaching out to your phone was already to much to bare.

You were not new in a relationship with Matt. But it wasn’t like you have been ages with him, but you felt like all you could do is sink in your bed. And sometimes, maybe even barely get some food.

You really wanted Matt to know what was going on and help you, but you could find such a big comfort in your sad and dark feelings. You always felt like you deserved it. All of it.

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Something felt different this morning, a urge. no you have done this to much, you promised Matt to stop. this isn’t healthy. But it’ll make the pain go away, does it tho? Nobody cares. Do it.. do it.. do it.. do it.. do it..

your mind couldn’t stop racing, you felt yourself shaking, not scared. Adrenaline, am I gonna do it?

You find yourself zoning out, your mind still racing, but the urge is way to big. You need to stop your mind. You have to. Otherwise is isnt gonna stop right?

Your cold feet hitting the messy and covered floor, still thinking about every move you make. You’ve decided, you open that drawer. The drawer, your hand is shaking, but not only from adrenaline, definitely more emotions. But it’s calling your name. The comfort you didn’t knew you needed all these suffocating months, all these horrible days. This was the way.

You pick out the perfectly sharp blade, your fingers trailing the blade slightly, its perfect.

you are lumber to the cold bathroom that you remember oh so well, you aren’t gonna look in the mirror. Maybe that will change your mind, that’s not what you wanted. You didn’t wanna see your messy and ugly face either, so you just sat against the counter.

you lean your head against the cold counter top, you look at the ceiling. Still your mind racing, still the same thoughts. Everything was so quiet. Except for your mind

Frustration is coming up to you, deeply. Why are you doing this? This is the way. You’re sure. This is it right? You linger your eyes around the already healed scars, you needed more.

Finally it hit the skin, finally the voices were gone, finally you felt relieve.

Suddenly the bathroom door swings open, “oh no my baby shit.” Matt drops his stuff en runs to you to the bathroom. You are still in complete disbelief, how didn’t you hear him? This couldn’t be true, this isn’t happening.

“Oh my baby, my baby no no no no.” Matt is in full panic mode, he never had experienced you on the bathroom floor, not like this.

“H-here let me c-clean you up alright? Y- you’re gonna be okay.” His voice has never been this shaky, he’s stumbling over shampoo bottles, old towels and dirty laundry. And you haven’t been in this much disbelief. Ever.

You couldn’t say a word, not a single one. For the next 20 minutes Matt has been holding you in his arms. Warm in your fresh made bed, what he made for you. With the new stuffed animal he was going to surprise you with.

He helped you with everything, helping you get up, rinsing the mess, helping you shower. Everything you didn’t knew you needed, all you needed was him.

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Your laying down, staring at the ceiling. You didn’t felt relieve, not a little bit. All you felt was guilt and shame. You didn’t want Matt to find you like this, that was the last his beautiful soul deserved.

“How are you feeling pretty.” He was cleaning your room, he did all this for you. You couldn’t believe it.

You didn’t know how to answer, so you just didn’t, Matt turned his face around to face you. He comes up to you, joins you in the bed. And hugs you tighter then ever.

He gives you a slight kiss on your head. “You know, you don’t have to say anything. Just know I love you in any way.”

Your laying hopeless curled up in a ball underneath his warm and comforting arms, this was all you needed, a simple call.

⤹ ᰔᩚ

I’m sorry this is so heavy to take on, + sorry it is this short. I just felt this was the right ending. I’m so grateful for each one of y’all, please remember my dms are open!

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[mxxtalupyourass]

Hello! I don't know if you're still taking requests, but if you are, could you do something with Tommy Lee? Like imagine cockwarming him while he "teaches" you to play drums. Trying to focus on his lesson cuz he promised to reward you if you did good, but he's also making it so hard.

(Sorry to be so vulgar in your asks 🙈)

dont apologize at all ever again ilysm this is such a good idea

Warnings: Tommy being a horny fuck, cockwarming, swearing, smut, praise, AFAB reader, lmk if i missed any!

MDNI

smut below the cut!

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“There you go, baby girl. You got it.”

Tommy whispered in my ear as his hands held mine, guiding my hands.

“You’re doing great baby.” Tommy placed a kiss on my neck, before going to the next Mötley song he wanted to teach me. He started the motions of Dr. Feelgood. I was completely zoned out, feeling him so deep inside of me was driving me crazy. I knew better than to try and move, though.

He then let go of my hands.

“Play what i just taught you on your own, doll.” Tom kissed down my neck. “I dont.. i dont have it memorized, tom..” i mumbled, still half distracted by the feeling of him inside of me.

He went over the motions again one more time and i tried my hardest to pay attention.

When he finished, he let go of my hands once again. “Play, baby girl.” I nodded, and started to play the drum line to Dr Feelgood. I messed up a few times, slow to hit the kickdrum right or messing up the cymbal hits, but that was expected.

When i finished, he took the sticks from my hands and threw them off somewhere. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me from my jaw to my shoulder. He pulled me off of him, and picked me up bridal style. He carried me off to the couch nearby, setting me down.

“Bend over, over the arm of the couch baby.”

So i bent over as directed.

“Now i promised you if you did good, i would reward you..”

He thrusted into me, gripping my waist tightly. I let out a pornographic moan, trying to grip at whatever i could to ground myself. Tommy was pretty big, he definitely stretched me out pretty good..

“Fuck.. good girl, there you go.. just like that..”

He started to pound into me, hard and fast.

“Tommy.. o-oh shit!” I buried my head in the couch cushions.

“S’ good for me. S’ pretty for me, allll for me, baby. You look so pretty, ruining yourself on my cock..” One of his hands moved from my waist to my hair, wrapping around it and yanking back roughly.

“T-tommy!” I moaned his name loudly.

“What do you need honey? Tell me.” He whispered in my ear.

“H-harder, harder!” I cried. My hands gripped the couch tightly. “You want it harder? You got it fucking harder, baby.”

He started pounding into me as hard as he could. “Oh, tommy, im gonna- im gonna cum!”

“Hold it baby. Don’t you dare cum before me.” He said in a breathy tone, panting. I squirmed, making pornographic noises.

He soon came deep inside of me, making my back arch due to the feeling of his warm load coating my walls. He lazily thrusted into me until i came not long after him.

He pulled out of me and moved me to sit on the couch, forcing my legs open and eating me out like its his last meal.

His tongue circled my clit, his slim, long fingers going and curling inside of me. My hands buried themselves in his hair, tugging a bit. “Mmmm..” he hummed, the vibrations making me cry out. I came again and he lapped it up.

“Your cum is sweet baby girl.” He whispered in my ear.

He helped me get my clothes back on and his clothes went back on soon too. He carried me like a princess to the bedroom and tossed me onto the bed, quickly following and holding me close.

“You did so good, doll. So good.” He praised.

“I love you, sweet girl..” he mumbled. “I love you too, you horny bastard.

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Lowkey sucks i should have just not posted ngl

Would y’all rather have shitty fics or no fics at all?

Petition for me to sit my lazy ass down and write a full length fanfic for once in my life instead of a sad little blurb

Is it obvious im not a drummer?

[snowseasonmademe]

A Beloved Reunion

word count: 8,275

warning ‼️: smut !

paring: levi x black female reader

summary: levi come home after being away for what feels like an eternity and you both properly welcome him home.

note: hi everyone! here’s my first levi fic. i know it’s long yall but it’s real good (😏). thanks to the anon who asked me to wrote this. it actually took a lot longer than i thought it would but i like writing anyway so it’s okay. as i said in my last post im gonna go for a bit because the people on this app are insane. one of my moots had to leave completely and im really upset about it. nobody should ever be doxxed over a football debate. anyway y’all, enjoy this super sweet lover boy levi. and ofc tell me what you think !

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The sound of the front door opening was soft, almost hesitant, but it yanked you out of your restless sleep. For a moment, you thought you were imagining things, but then the creak of the floorboards—that familiar creak—sent a jolt through you. Your heart raced as realization sank in: Levi was home.

You threw the duvet off, feet barely brushing the floor as you padded quickly toward the living room. Outside, rain pattered against the windows, its rhythmic drumming a perfect backdrop to the storm of emotions brewing inside you. Twelve days. Twelve long days without him. The ache of his absence had been a constant companion, and now, finally, it was over.

When you saw him standing there, duffel bag slung over his shoulder, his dark curls slightly mussed, you froze. He looked… different. His shoulders, already broad, seemed even wider, stretching the fabric of his hoodie. His chest looked fuller, tapering down to a trim waist that hinted at hours in the gym. Even his arms—strong before—seemed impossibly bigger now, the sleeves of his hoodie hugging them snugly. You stared, unblinking, as your gaze trailed down the sharp cut of his jaw, now more defined, the slight scruff on his face only adding to his rugged appeal.

"Hi my love" he said, his voice a deep, gravelly rumble that sent a shiver down your spine.

You didn't respond immediately, your brain still catching up with your heart. He looked… good. Better than good. He looked like every fantasy you'd conjured in his absence, but somehow even better. He wasn't just Levi; he was Levi 2.0, impossibly more attractive, and the sight of him left your mouth dry.

When you finally moved, it was instinctive. You closed the distance between you in a few quick strides, throwing your arms around his waist and pressing yourself against him. His bag hit the floor with a heavy thud, and his arms were around you just as quickly, holding you tightly. His body was firm, solid in a way that made you feel safe and something more… something hotter.

He buried his face into your neck, his warm breath brushing your skin as he inhaled deeply. "God I missed you" he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

"Twelve days" you whispered, your voice trembling as your hands roamed over his back, the muscles there impossibly hard beneath his hoodie. "It felt like a year."

"Never again" he promised, his lips brushing your skin. "I mean it babe. I'm not going that long without you. I barely slept."

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his hands framing your face. His thumbs stroked your cheeks as if to memorize your touch all over again. His brown eyes, soft and glassy with emotion, searched yours. "God I missed you" he said again, his voice raw. "I missed everything about you."

You let your fingers trace the curve of his jawline, noting how much sharper it felt, and how his cheekbones stood out just a bit more. "Missed you too baby" you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper. Then, unable to help yourself, you added, "But you've been busy lifting semi-trucks, haven't you? Look at you—what are they feeding you on during training?"

His grin was sheepish, but his eyes sparkled with warmth. "You like it?" he teased, stepping back slightly to flex his arm. The movement was playful, and sexy. The way his bicep strained against the fabric of his hoodie made your breath hitch.

"Like it?" you repeated, the heat in your tone unmistakable as your gaze shamelessly roamed his frame. "I love it."

His grin widened, and he closed the space between you again, leaning in to press a lingering kiss to your forehead. "I was hoping you'd notice" he said softly, his voice laced with amusement.

"Notice?" You gave him a teasing smirk, though your pulse was racing. "Baby it's hard not to notice."

The way you said it—low and full of heat—made him chuckle, though a faint blush crept up his neck. "Alright, alright" he said, shaking his head but clearly pleased. "Let me shower first. I smell like plane air."

You tilted your head, giving him an exaggerated sniff. "Yeah, you do" you teased, though the playful glint in your eyes softened with longing. "Go on then. Twenty minutes tops."

"I’ll make it eighteen" he promised, already heading toward the bathroom. But before disappearing through the doorway, he turned back, catching you staring at him with a look that made his smirk return. And as he disappeared, you found yourself biting your lip, heart pounding. If Levi thought you'd missed him before, he had no idea just how much you missed all of him now.

When he returned, the sight of him stole your breath. His skin was still damp from the shower, a few rogue droplets clinging to the sharp lines of his collarbone and trailing down his chest, disappearing beneath the crisp white T-shirt that clung to him like a second skin. His hair was darker now, wet and curling at the edges, framing his sharp temples in a way that made your stomach flutter. He looked like a dream—one so vivid it felt impossible to look away.

The shirt, stretched over his impossibly broad shoulders and snug against the defined ridges of his chest, left little to the imagination. It was unfair, really, how good he looked—bigger, stronger, and somehow even more magnetic than before. Your gaze shamelessly roamed his frame, lingering on the way his forearms flexed as he wiped his hand over his face, brushing away the lingering wetness from his shower. Even the slight scruff along his jaw, dark and rugged, only added to the devastating effect he had on you.

Heat rushed to your cheeks as you drank him in, your pulse quickening with each second you spent staring. It was almost ridiculous how turned on you were, how seeing him like this—freshly showered, built like a work of art, and effortlessly beautiful—sent a wave of longing crashing over you. Your fingers tightened around the duvet as you tried to keep your composure, but it was useless. He was yours, and right now, all you wanted was to feel him, to have him.

Without hesitation, Levi crawled into bed beside you, pulling you close as though you were the only thing tethering him to the earth. The warmth of his freshly showered skin seeped into you, and the clean, masculine scent of his soap made your head spin. Your cheek rested against his chest, the firm muscle beneath rising and falling steadily, but the feeling of his body—newly bulked and impossibly solid—was making it hard to focus on anything else.

"You're not allowed to leave me again" he murmured, his lips brushing the top of your head as his arm curled possessively around you. "I don't care if the Queen herself calls you. You're staying right here."

His voice was low, rough with fatigue, but there was an unmistakable edge of need in it. You let out a soft laugh, your fingers trailing over the planes of his chest. The shirt was no barrier to the heat of him, nor the way the muscles shifted beneath your touch. "And here I thought you were the busy one" you teased, though your voice betrayed how distracted you were by the sheer physicality of him.

"Don't care" he muttered, his grip tightening as he pressed a kiss into your hair. "We'll figure it out. I'm not sleeping without you again babe. It was torture."

You tilted your head to look up at him, your hand sliding up to cup his cheek. His jawline, more defined than ever, felt sharp beneath your fingers, and the slight scruff there added a ruggedness that made your heart race. "You're so clingy" you teased softly, though your pulse was hammering.

"Just making up for lost time" he countered with a smirk, his brown eyes glinting as he leaned down to press his lips to yours. The kiss started slow, his lips warm and soft against yours. He kissed you like he was rediscovering every inch of you, savoring the way you fit against him, the way your lips moved together. You pulled back, admiring how sexy he was, even when he was exhausted.

"What are you looking at?" he asked sarcastically. "I'm looking at you Levi, you look so good right now….It's a problem. How am I supposed to focus when you look this good?". His laughter was soft, rumbling in his chest as he tightened his hold on you. "Good thing you don't need to focus right now" he murmured, his lips brushing your ear. "Just relax love. I'm not going anywhere."

But relaxing was easier said than done with him this close, his freshly showered skin warm against yours, and the scent of his soap—clean and masculine—making your head spin. Your fingers couldn't stop exploring, tracing over every ridge and curve as if memorizing him all over again. It was impossible not to notice how much bigger he felt, how every part of him seemed stronger, harder.

"You're dangerous, you know that?" you whispered, tilting your head to look up at him.

"Dangerous?" he repeated, his brow arching playfully.

"For my sanity" you clarified, though your voice trembled with the depth of your desire.

His gaze softened, and he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. "You're the one driving me mad" he murmured against your mouth, his voice rough with emotion. "You have no idea how much I missed you."

And just like that, the teasing gave way to something deeper, more urgent. His kisses deepened, the slow burn of longing igniting between you, and every touch, every whispered word, reminded you that he was yours—stronger, more beautiful, and impossibly more irresistible than ever.

When you pulled back, slightly breathless, he whispered, "I love you. So much. It actually hurts being away from you."

His voice cracked slightly on the last word, and it made your chest ache. "I love you too" you murmured, your fingers tangling in his curls. They were softer than you expected, and you couldn't resist tugging lightly, just to feel the way he melted into your touch. "More than anything."

His kisses deepened, the feeling of yearning changed into something more urgent. His hands roamed your body with a reverence that made your heart ache, as if he were memorizing every curve, every dip. The feel of his larger, stronger hands on your waist sent a wave of heat through you, and you couldn't stop yourself from pressing closer.

"I need you" he breathed against your skin, his voice thick with raw emotion. "I need you, baby. Right now. Please."

There was something almost desperate in his tone, a vulnerability that made your chest tighten. "I'm yours" you whispered, your voice barely audible as your lips brushed his. "I'm right here"

His response was a low, guttural sound as he kissed you again, this time with a hunger that left you trembling. His hands explored you with a tenderness that belied the strength behind them, mapping every inch of your body like he was relearning you after too long apart. His lips pressed soft, heated kisses along your neck, his whispered words of love and longing sending shivers down your spine.

"Every damn night, I missed this. Missed you. Missed your touch, your smell, the way you feel…"

"I thought about this every night" he confessed between kisses, his voice rough. His words trailed off as his lips found yours again, his hands cradling your face as though you were the most precious thing in the world. He kissed you with an intensity that left no doubt of how much he'd missed you, his body pressing against yours in a way that made you ache for him. The heat between you grew with every press of his lips, every sweep of his tongue against yours. It wasn't rushed—if anything, it felt intentional, as though he wanted to savor every second of this moment after being apart for so long.

The rain outside created a soft, rhythmic melody, its steady patter a comforting contrast to the rising tension in the room. Levi shifted slightly, leaning over you, his hand slipping to your waist as he deepened the kiss. His thumb brushed the bare skin just above your hip, sending shivers through you. The weight of his body pressing against yours was grounding, his strength and warmth a stark reminder of just how much you'd missed him.

When he finally pulled back, both of you slightly breathless, he rested his forehead against yours. His warm, brown eyes searched yours, filled with something raw and unfiltered. "I love you" he whispered, his voice low and full of yearning. "I don't think I even realized how much I need you until I didn't have you."

His words made your chest tighten, and you reached up to cup his face, your thumbs brushing the sharp line of his jaw. "You have me now" you whispered back, your voice trembling with emotion. "I love you too Levi"

Levi exhaled slowly as if grounding himself in your words. He kissed you again, this time even slower, even gentler, his lips exploring yours with a reverence that made you drip. His hands moved to cradle the sides of your neck, his thumbs brushing over your pulse points. It felt as though he wanted to feel every part of you, as though he couldn't get close enough.

The warmth of his freshly showered skin seeped into yours as he shifted again, his body settling more fully against you. One of his hands slid down your side, his palm wide and firm as it mapped the curve of your waist. When his fingers skimmed the bare skin beneath the hem of your oversized T-shirt, you felt a jolt of heat spark through you.

"You're unreal" he murmured, his voice rough, his gaze locked onto yours. The way he looked at you—like you were the only thing that mattered in the world—made you feel both cherished and desired in a way that left you breathless.

His lips returned to yours, trailing kisses down your jaw and neck, taking his time as he lingered over the sensitive spots that made you shiver. You could feel his body tensing against you, the strength in his arms caging you in without ever making you feel trapped. His kisses grew hungrier, the gentle pressure of his lips giving way to something deeper, more demanding.

His strong hands pushed the hem of your—his—oversized T-shirt up, revealing the soft skin of your bare torso. The room's cool air contrasted deliciously with his touch's heat, making you shiver. His fingers brushed along your sides, pausing just below your ribs, before sliding down to the waistband of your panties. He hooked a finger under the fabric and pushed them down with extreme leisure, his eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made you feel utterly exposed and completely worshipped all at once.

He stilled for a moment, his calloused fingertips tracing lazy patterns on your inner thighs, sending shivers coursing through your body. His touch was featherlight, as if savoring the feel of your skin beneath his hands, but the intensity in his eyes told a different story. His gaze flicked downward, lingering where his hands rested just shy of where you wanted him most. When his eyes finally met yours again, they were darker than you'd ever seen them, filled with an unmistakable hunger that sent heat pooling low in your stomach.

You felt utterly exposed under his gaze, his presence overwhelming in the most intoxicating way. The sound of the rain against the window faded into the background, leaving only the rhythm of your breaths and the electric tension between you. His thumb shifted slightly, brushing against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, and your breath hitched. You felt like a tightly coiled spring, every nerve ending attuned to him, waiting, aching for his next move.

Levi's chest rose and fell heavily as he stared at you, his lips slightly parted. The air between you crackled with anticipation, and you could see the subtle clench of his jaw as if he was holding himself back. "You're perfect" he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. "I don't think you understand what you do to me."

His words sent a flush of heat through you, and your thighs instinctively pressed together, desperate for some kind of relief. But Levi's hands immediately slid to your knees, gently prying them apart as his gaze pinned you in place. "No" he said softly but firmly, his voice thick with desire. "Don't hide from me. Let me see you."

The vulnerability in the moment made your pulse race, but the intensity of his gaze—filled with reverence and raw need—gave you the courage to relax under his touch. His hands slid back up your thighs, this time with more purpose, the pads of his fingers pressing into your skin in a way that left you trembling. He leaned down, his broad shoulders framing your view, his curls brushing against your bare thighs as he moved closer.

The first brush of his lips against the inside of your thigh made you gasp, the warmth of his mouth contrasting with the cool air of the room. He took his time, placing wet kisses along your skin, his scruff adding an edge of roughness that sent sparks shooting through you. Each kiss brought him closer to where you needed him, but he never rushed, savoring every inch of you as though you were the most precious thing he'd ever touched.

"Levi" you whispered, your voice barely audible, but he heard you. He glanced up, his eyes locking with yours, and the corner of his mouth lifted in the faintest smirk.

"Be patient with me baby" he said, his voice a low rasp that sent a shiver through you. "I've waited twelve days for this. I'm gonna take my time."

His words hung in the air, thick with promise, as his hands moved to your hips, grounding you beneath his touch. He exhaled, his warm breath ghosting over your most sensitive spot, and your body reacted instantly, a soft whimper escaping your lips.

"Fuck I missed this pretty pussy baby" he rasped, his voice vibrating against your skin as he finally leaned in. His warm breath fanned over your pussy, sending a fresh wave of heat coursing through you. His hands, now firm and steady, rested on your stomach, holding you in place as he finally gave in to his need for you.

His first lick was soft, almost teasing—just a gentle swipe over your sensitive bundle of nerves, as if testing the waters. Your body shuddered in response, a throaty moan spilling from your lips before you could stop it. He smiled against your clit, the curve of his lips wicked and full of intent.

"You taste even better than I remembered" he murmured, his voice low and husky, the vibrations of his words sending a jolt of pleasure through you.

Your breath hitched, your fingers gripping the sheets as he pressed his tongue flat against you, dragging it slowly from your entrance to your clit. The pace was maddening, his every movement calculated to unravel you. He delved deeper, parting your folds with his tongue to taste every inch of you, like a man savoring the thing he craved most in the world.

He groaned against your skin, his hands gripping your thighs firmly to hold you in place.

"Mmmm” You whimpered, your body trembling as he took his time exploring you. Each swipe of his tongue was precise, teasing and torturous in equal measure. His hands slid upward, fingers splaying over your hips before making their way to your breasts. He cupped them gently, his thumbs circling your nipples in time with the strokes of his tongue, doubling the pleasure coursing through your body.

"Oh Please" you gasped, your hands flying to his hair, desperate to anchor yourself as your hips bucked against his mouth. "I need more- I need you inside. Please. I missed you. I just want to feel you baby"

His groan was guttural, the weight of your words spurring him on. He curled his fingers under your thighs, pulling your legs further over his shoulders to open you up completely. "Fuck, I love hearing you say that" he confessed, his voice thick with emotion. His lips returned to your clit, this time sucking gently before releasing it with a wet pop that had you crying out. His tongue worked in small circles, coaxing every ounce of pleasure from you while his hands gripped your thighs with enough force to leave marks.

"You're so beautiful like this" he said between licks, his voice laced with awe. "Open up a little bit more for me". You did. You spread your legs wider than before, letting him taste even more of you.

You could barely form words, your body arching against him as the tension in your core built to an almost unbearable peak. "Please, don't stop. Don't tease me… I'm so close." you stammered, your voice breaking with need.

He slowed his pace , his lips ghosting over your clit instead of diving back in. "Not yet" he murmured with a smirk, his eyes dark with a mix of love and hunger as he looked up at you. "I want to take my time"

His tongue flicked over you again, this time paired with the scrape of his teeth—a sensation so unexpected and electrifying that it left you gasping. "Say it" he demanded softly, his fingers digging into your thighs as he pressed closer. "Tell me you're mine."

"I'm yours" you choked out, your voice trembling with desperation. "I've always been yours. I'll always be yours. Just—please—don't make me wait any longer."

His groan vibrated against you, the sound dripping with triumph and desire. "That's my girl" he whispered before his mouth returned to you with renewed purpose, his tongue and lips working in perfect harmony to drive you over the edge. This time, he didn't stop—didn't back off—giving you everything you needed, everything you'd been yearning for.

And when you shattered beneath him, your cries filling the room, he held you tighter, drinking in every sound, every tremor, as though he needed it just as much as you. You tried pushing his head away, to stop you from being overstimulated but, he didnt move.

"Wait, Im not done yet baby" he murmured against your core, his voice a low rumble that sent vibrations straight through you. His warm breath fanned over your most sensitive place, making your thighs tremble. "I'm not done tasting you yet. I need more" His lips pressed a lingering kiss against your clit, soft and reverent, before he dipped back down, his tongue thrusting deep inside you.

The movement was steady at first, his tongue curling up to press against that spot that made your hips buck uncontrollably. A low groan escaped him as he felt your body respond, his hands tightening on your thighs to hold you in place. "Taste so good" he whispered, the words barely audible over the wet sounds of his mouth working against you. Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging gently, desperate for more. "Please" you gasped, your voice trembling. "Don't stop… please don't stop."

He glanced up at you, his eyes dark with hunger but soft with affection. One of his hands slid upward, his fingers pinching your nipple softly, sending shocks of pleasure through you. The other hand trailed down to your entrance, teasing you with just the tip of his finger, slipping inside briefly before pulling back again. He chuckled low in his throat at the way your hips sought him out, your need for him evident. His mouth resumed its heavenly rhythm, alternating between gentle sucking and firm pressure with his tongue. The sensations overwhelmed you, every nerve ending alight with pleasure as his skilled mouth worked you closer and closer to the edge.

"I really need you" you whimpered, your voice breathless as your hips arched toward him. "I've missed this so much. I've missed you. Please—" His pace quickened in response, his mouth firm against you now, his tongue moving in tandem with the finger he finally pushed inside you. He curled it just right, coaxing cries of pleasure from your lips, before adding a second finger, stretching you in the most delicious way.

"Oh my god yes" you cried out, your voice trembling with desperation. "Oh Im gonna cum, Im gonna cum". The raw need in your voice pushed him further. He moved one hand to press firmly against your lower belly, angling you perfectly to feel every flick of his tongue and stroke of his fingers. "That's it" he urged, his voice thick with satisfaction as he buried his face between your thighs. “Give it to me."

His nose pressed against your clit as he lapped furiously, his fingers pumping in and out with a rhythm so precise it left you helpless against the onslaught of pleasure. Your body began to tremble uncontrollably, your thighs quivering against his shoulders as your orgasm built impossibly high.

And then it hit you, the wave of pleasure crashing over you so intensely that it left you crying out his name, your back arching completely off the bed. Your entire body convulsed, wave after wave of ecstasy wracking you as your vision blurred and whitened. His name was the only word you could manage as your pussy clenched around his fingers, dripping against his mouth as he continued to devour you, drawing out every last spasm of pleasure.

When you finally stilled, trembling and spent, he kissed your inner thigh softly, his hands rubbing soothing circles on your hips. "Fucking delicious" he murmured, his voice filled with pride and love. You couldn't speak, your chest heaving as you reached for him, needing his warmth, his touch, his everything. And he was there, wrapping his arms around you, holding you close as you basked in the aftershocks of his love and devotion.

As the final tremors of your orgasm subsided, he licked his lips, savoring your taste like the finest dessert. His eyes flickered up to meet yours, dark and filled with a mix of pride and unrestrained desire as if your pleasure alone had completely unraveled him. With loving care, he lowered your legs from his shoulders, his large hands steadying you as though you were something fragile and sacred. He pressed tender kisses along your inner thighs, his lips lingering against your heated skin as he murmured something soft and inaudible, more to himself than to you

Your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath, your body still trembling from the intensity of what he'd just done to you. Levi leaned back slightly, his hands never leaving your body as his fingertips traced lazy, soothing patterns over your thighs and hips. The contrast between his earlier hunger and the gentle reverence in his touch now left you breathless all over again. His gaze roamed over you, taking in every inch of your flushed skin, your tousled hair, and the way your chest rose and fell with each shallow breath.

"You're so sexy" he said, his voice low and hoarse. The raw honesty in his tone made your heart swell, and your cheeks flushed under his unwavering attention. He reached up, brushing a damp curl from your forehead before leaning down to kiss you—soft and unhurried, as though he had all the time in the world to show you how much he adored you. He layed on top of you, kissing your lips, making you taste yourself. In that moment your heart swelled. You couldnt ask for anything more, or better.

When he pulled back, his lips hovered just above yours, and his hand slid down to your thigh, his fingers pressing into your skin as though grounding himself in the reality of you. "Lift your legs" he said softly, the rough edge to his voice making your breath hitch.

The command, quiet but laced with authority, sent a spark of heat racing through you. You listened without hesitation, lifting your legs to the sides of his hips and letting him guide you. You were so wrapped up in the feeling of his lips on yours and the taste of yourself in your mouth that you didn't feel him slightly slide down his boxers and take his rock-hard dick out. His hands steadied you as he shifted, his broad shoulders blocking out the dim light as he positioned himself. He was unrushed in his movements, taking a moment to truly appreciate the sight of you. His gaze swept over your half-naked form, his eyes dark with desire as they lingered on the curves of your body, the sheen of sweat on your skin, the way your lips parted in anticipation. He took himself in hand, the head of his dick brushing against your sensitive entrance, and the sensation made your breath hitch.

He paused for just a moment, his gaze locking onto yours. "You okay baby?" he asked, his tone soft but tinged with urgency, as though he needed your reassurance before taking the next step.

You nodded, your voice trembling as you whispered, "Yes, Levi. Please."

That was all he needed. He would usually be a bit faster but this time he slowly pushed into you, his movements controlled, stretching and filling you in a way that felt different.

Did his dick get bigger too? It feels like our first time again. you thought to yourself

Levi groaned low in his throat, his hands gripping your thighs in the overwhelming sensation of being joined with you again.

Once he was fully inside you, he paused, letting you both adjust. His eyes never left yours, and the sheer intensity in his gaze made you feel utterly consumed. He exhaled, his breath brushing against your skin as he leaned down, shifting to be on top and settling his weight against you. His chest pressed against yours, warm and solid, as his arms wrapped around you, holding you close.

For a moment, neither of you moved, the sound of the rain outside mingling with the quiet gasps of shared breaths. It was intimate, vulnerable, and overwhelming in the best possible way—two souls finding their way back to one another after far too long apart.

The heat radiating from his body enveloped you, pulling you into the kind of warmth that made your toes curl and your heart race. His weight pressed you into the mattress in the most delicious way, his broad frame covering you completely as he settled between your legs. The soft fabric of his boxers brushed against your bare skin, the teasing friction against your ass making you gasp.

He began to move agonizingly slowly. Each movement sent delicious friction coursing through your body, his hardness sliding perfectly against your slickness, his teasing making your walls clench in anticipation. The pace was calm, building a steady burn that left you craving him with every passing second. Your hands gripped his shoulders, pulling him even closer to you, your nails digging into his warm skin as you tried to pull him closer, but Levi held his ground, maintaining his torturous rhythm.

His lips found the curve of your neck, the warmth of his breath brushing against your skin before his mouth pressed soft, lingering kisses there. Each kiss sent waves of heat through you, his lips exploring the sensitive spots he knew so well. He moved lower, his teeth grazing the delicate skin just above your collarbone before he sucked gently, the sharp contrast of pleasure and pain making you moan.

"Levi" you gasped, your voice shaky, as your fingers tangled in his curls.

He hummed against your skin, the vibration adding to the overload of sensations. "Hmm, you like that?" he murmured, his voice low and teasing, the deep timbre making your stomach flutter.

Before you could respond, he kissed the spot again, sucking harder this time, marking you in a way that left no doubt you were his. His hand slid up your side, his fingertips brushing along your ribs before settling just under your breast, his thumb tracing circles that sent sparks shooting through your body.

"You're so soft" he whispered, his lips moving against your skin as his hips rocked against you again, this time with a little more pressure. "Every damn night, I missed this." The combination of his words, his movements, and the heat of his body drove you wild. Your body arched against him, desperate for more, for all of him, but he continued his torturous pace, his control unshakable. The teasing friction, the possessive marks he left on your skin, and the low, reverent tone of his voice had you trembling beneath him, completely at his mercy.

Levi gently took your hands, his grip firm but tender, and guided them above your head, pressing them into the pillow. The dominance in the gesture sent a shiver down your spine, but the way his fingers intertwined with yours and held them gently grounded you in the warmth of his touch. His dark eyes bore into yours, his expression softening despite the commanding hold. He leaned in, so close that his breath mingled with yours, his forehead brushing against yours as he murmured, "Keep your hands here, okay?"

The tenderness in his voice made your chest tighten, his tone dripping with both care and desire. He rubbed soothing circles on your knuckles with his thumb, as if to remind you that he had you, that you were safe in his hands. "I need you to stay like this" he whispered, his voice dropping an octave, laced with yearning. His forehead pressed more firmly against yours, his lips grazing your nose in the most delicate of touches.

His words, spoken so softly yet so full of need, sent heat rushing through you. You nodded, your breath hitching, but before you could say anything, Levi kissed you. It wasn't rushed or desperate—it was consuming, the kind of kiss that made you forget the rest of the world existed.

Then he began to move again. His thrusts were slow but deep, each one filling you completely, making your back arch and your breath catch. The contrast between the commanding way he held your hands and the loving, almost worshipful way he gazed at you had your head spinning. He released one of his hands only usinf one to hold bothof yours. His free hand moved to your cheek, the calloused pad of his thumb brushing away a stray lock of hair as though he couldn't bear for anything to obscure his view of you.

"Look at me" he murmured, his tone both pleading and reverent. You quickly unrolled your eyes from the back of your head and locked eyes with him. His hips pressed into yours again, this time, the depth of each movement making you gasp. "Let me see you baby."

His eyes never left yours, their intensity making your heart race. "You're so beautiful," he breathed, his voice thick with emotion, as though the words weren't enough to convey how he felt. His gaze softened even further as he took you in, his body moving in perfect rhythm with yours, his love for you shining through every touch, every whispered word.

"I missed you so much" he confessed once again, his voice cracking slightly as he leaned in to kiss the corner of your mouth. "Twelve days without this, without you… was hell."

His hand moved from your cheek, trailing down to your jawline and then your neck, his fingers grazing your pulse point where your heart raced for him. "I love you" he whispered, his voice shaking with vulnerability. "More than anything."

The way he spoke, his words saturated with need and adoration, made you feel cherished in a way that went beyond the physical. You tightened your hands instinctively beneath his hold, wanting to pull him closer, but he chuckled softly, his lips brushing against your ear.

"Uh uh" he murmured, his tone teasing but firm. "Hands stay right there love. Let me take care of you."

And he did—each movement, each whispered declaration, each soft press of his lips against your skin, all of it reminded you of the depth of his love. Levi wasn't just making love to you; he was pouring his soul into every moment, making sure you felt exactly how much he'd missed you, how much he adored you, and how deeply he was yours.

Levi's grip on your hands remained firm but tender, his long fingers intertwined with yours as if anchoring you to him. The contrast between his soft touch and the powerful way he moved within you sent shivers down your spine. He held you steady, his body pressed tightly against yours, every roll of his hips passionate and claiming. His forehead dropped to yours, his warm breath mingling with yours, and the raw emotion in his eyes nearly brought tears to your own.

"Uuuhh, I missed you so fucking much Levi" you whispered, you voice hoarse and trembling with a need so intense it made his chest tighten. His lips brushed against yours, the kiss soft, almost reverent, as if he couldn't believe you were finally here with him. His thrusts sped up, his body pressing into yours with an unrelenting sweetness that made your toes curl and your mind blank.

Your breath hitched as he filled you completely, his hard length hitting the deepest, most sensitive parts of you. The pleasure was overwhelming, spreading through your body in waves that left you gasping for air. A soft whimper escaped your lips, your body arching to meet his, and Levi wasted no time capturing the sound with his mouth.

Your lips molded against his in a kiss that was velvety and consuming, your tongue brushing against his as he swallowed every little sound of pleasure you made. You kissed him like it was the only way to express the depths of your love, pouring everything you couldn't say into the way his lips moved against yours.

"You feel so good inside me baby" you murmured against his lips, your voice cracking slightly as if you were unable to put into words how intense your feelings were. Each thrust was faster and deeper, his body moving in unison with yours in an almost hypnotic rhythm. His eyes locked onto yours with a desperation that made your heart palpitate as he pressed his forehead against yours again. His gaze filled with nothing but adoration and yearning left you speechless. He tightened his hold on your hands, his tone possessive but full of love. squeezing them gently as if grounding himself in your presence

Every word, every kiss, every movement of his body felt like a promise—a reminder of how deeply he loved and needed you. The intensity of his emotions, combined with the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you, left you trembling beneath him, completely and irrevocably his.

He suddenly picked up his pace, his throbbing dick slamming into your pussy with passion. All you could do was lay there and take it. But this is exactly what you've been craving. The love of your life giving you impossible amounts of pleasure. The sounds coming from both of you were borderline otherworldly. The sounds of the rain on the windows. The extremely dim room. Your sweat mixed with his. Your arousal fluids are all over his lower body. It was something straight out of a movie.

He dipped his head, capturing your lips in a kiss so achingly slow it felt like time itself stopped. Each movement of his mouth against yours spoke of longing, devotion, and the kind of love that seared itself into your soul.

"Oh God Levi, why are you fucking me like this?" you cry out in desperation. "Mmm because I love you, so much….fuck" he moans right against your ear, whispering a curse at the end.

His hips continued grinding inside and out. Long hard strokes to your inner walls. The tension between you built with every breath, every whispered word.

The intensity of your feelings washed over you, leaving you breathless and completely undone. His rhythm quickened slightly, and your hands clung to him, nails digging into his back as if afraid he might disappear. Tears slipped from the corners of your eyes as his words and actions intertwined, leaving no part of you untouched by his devotion. You felt completely loved, and completely his in this moment. Every breath you took seemed to draw him deeper into your soul, binding you to him in ways words could never capture.

"Its okay baby, dont cry" His voice was soft but laced with unshakable certainty, like a vow that reached into the very fabric of your being. He kissed the tears from your cheeks, each touch as tender as it was consuming, his lips trailing down to your jaw, then back to your mouth.

The kiss he gave you then was slower, filled with a yearning so potent it stole the air from your lungs. You gasped against him, the sound swallowed by his lips as his body pressed into yours with renewed urgency. His hand slid down your side, possessive yet gentle, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake.

Sensing your trembling, he paused, his lips brushing against your temple as he murmured, "I can feel you" he murmured, his forehead pressing against yours as he gazed into your eyes. He let go of your hands and immediatly moved his hands to hook under your shoulders.

Your hands tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer. "Uuh yes just like that, so so good" you cried out, rolling your eyes back, your voice catching as his hips rocked into you. Something shifted in him then, his need for you sharpening like a blade. He groaned low in his throat, his lips finding yours again in a kiss that left you trembling. His fingers slid over your clit, the sensation sent a jolt of electricity through you, pulling a moan from deep within your chest.

"Cum for me Y/n" he whispered, his voice rough yet sweet as honey, his words spilling directly into your heart. The heat in his gaze was matched only by the tenderness in his touch. His movements grew more urgent, his hips driving into you with deep, purposeful thrusts that left no doubt of his devotion.

His fingers worked in perfect sync with his body, unrelenting, every motion designed to push you closer to the edge. "I want to feel it" he rasped, his lips grazing your neck, his teeth teasing just enough to make you shiver.

Your heart thundered in your chest as his words wrapped around you, their intensity only matched by the sensations he was pulling from you. Your body arched into him, surrendering completely as your breaths grew ragged, your world narrowing to the man above you.

Your breath became ragged, each exhale blending with his as his fingers worked magic on your sensitive bundle of nerves, teasing and circling with precision. His movements were skilled, practiced, but driven by pure need, his every action a worship of your body. Meanwhile, his dick hit just the right spot inside you with each steady thrust, igniting sparks that spread through every inch of your being.

With a final thrust, you felt him swell inside you, his body tensing as his release overtook him. His hot release spilled deep within, the sensation overwhelming, and then his lips captured yours in a searing, desperate kiss that left no space between you. The intensity of it all—the sound of his breathless groans, the way his body trembled against yours, the sheer devotion in the way he held you—pushed you over the edge.

Your orgasm hit like a earthquake, your body convulsing with pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. You cried out into his mouth, your voice muffled as his tongue danced with yours, swallowing every sound you made. The world around you blurred, leaving nothing but the feeling of him—of his hands, his lips, his body completely intertwined with yours.

As the tremors of your release subsided, you collapsed into him, your heart still racing, your breaths uneven. He stayed inside you, unwilling to break the connection, his body heavy but comforting against yours. Slowly, he nuzzled your neck, his lips brushing the spot where your pulse pounded, planting soft kisses there that made your heart flutter all over again.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly, his voice hoarse but laced with tenderness as he pulled back just enough to look at you. His fingers gently brushed stray strands of hair from your damp forehead, his gaze filled with love so deep it made your chest ache.

You nodded, your arms finally free to wrap around his neck. "Yeah, Im happy" you whispered, your voice still shaky, but filled with sincerity. "You make me feel so good"

He smiled against your skin, his lips lingering on your collarbone. "I cant believe I went two weeks without that" he murmured, his voice breaking slightly as if overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. "I love making love with you"

He held you tightly, his arms wrapping around you as if afraid to let go. His warmth surrounded you, grounding you as the aftershocks of your shared passion rippled through your body. He kissed your shoulder, then your jaw, before resting his forehead against yours.

"I love you" he said, his voice barely above a whisper, but the weight of his words carried infinite depth. "You'll never understand how much."

Tears pricked at your eyes again, but this time they were tears of gratitude, of love so profound it couldn't be contained. "I love you too" you replied, pressing your lips softly to his. He smiled against your mouth, his kiss deepening once more, sweetly, as though savoring every second of the moment you shared.

His hands roamed over your back, broad palms leaving trails of warmth as they moved with quiet reverence. He loved holding you like this, keeping you close, feeling the way you fit so perfectly against him, as if your bodies were made for each other. You sighed softly, nuzzling against the crook of his neck, your fingers curling against his chest. He stayed there, still buried deep inside you, as though reluctant to let go of this perfect union.

The warmth of his body pressed against yours, the sound of his soft breathing brushing your ear, and the soothing way his hands caressed your back all worked to lull you into a state of blissful peace. You wanted to stay in this moment forever, cradled in his love, completely safe, completely his. Minutes stretched into what felt like eternity before he moved. With infinite care, he carefullly pulled out, his lips grazing yours in a lingering kiss, as if reluctant to part from you in even the smallest way.

Rolling onto his back, he brought you with him, his strong arms wrapping around you and anchoring you securely against his side. Nestled against him, you rested your head on his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat a calming balm to your still-racing thoughts. zzling closer, realizing that moments like these were more than just physical; they were a testament to the vulnerability and trust you both shared.

It was in the gentle way he held you and the unspoken promises exchanged through touch that you found true intimacy. This closeness, this openness, was the foundation of the deep bond you had built together, a haven where both your hearts found solace. You traced lazy patterns on his skin with your fingertips, your touch light and aimless, marveling at the contrast between the passionate man who had undone you completely and the tender lover who now held you as if you were the most precious thing in his world.

"Goodnight Levi"

He nuzzled the top of your head, inhaling your familiar scent that always calmed him. "Goodnight baby" he replied, his voice soft and full of longing. His hand moved in soothing circles along your back until your body finally surrendered to sleep, completely relaxed against him. He stayed awake for a little while longer, watching you, memorizing the way your features softened in the quiet vulnerability of sleep. When sleep finally claimed him, his dreams were filled with you—your laughter, your touch, your love—each moment a reminder of how blessed he was to have you.

As morning light crept through the curtains, he stirred, the soft golden glow spilling across the room. Blinking sleep from his eyes, he turned his head, his lips curling into a smile at the sight of you still curled against him, your face serene and bathed in the gentle morning light. Careful not to wake you, he brushed a strand of hair from your forehead, marveling at the sheer beauty of you, so peaceful and vulnerable in his arms. He leaned down to press a featherlight kiss to your forehead, lingering there for a moment, his heart swelling with love. In these quiet moments, he didn't need words or grand gestures. Holding you was enough—simply being with you, sharing the same air, the same love, the same life.

[steddieunderdogfics]

This week’s writer spotlight feature is: Wormdebut! Wormdebut has published 18 fics on AO3 all in the steddie tag!

@thefreakandthehair recommends the following works by @wormdebut:

Tell Eddie He Looks Sexy With His Hair Pushed Back

Kiss Your Knuckles (Before You Punch Me In The Face)

Hell Bent For Leather

All You Have Is Your Fire

It Feels Like Fourteen Carats But No Clarity (When I Look At The Man Who Would Be King)

Worm is incredible! For a humble worm, they sure know how to write fanfiction. ;) But seriously, Worm has a way of exploring different dynamics in such depth with an immense amount of care that's so obvious in the finish products! -- @thefreakandthehair

Below the cut, Wormdebut answered some questions about their writing process and some of their recommended work!

Why do you write Steddie?

These two idiots inspire me. I mean look at them. I think the thing I love about Steve and Eddie is that to me they are destined to be together. Post-Canon, Alternate Universe. It doesn’t matter. They are meant to be together in any scenario. I could and will write about these two forever.

What’s your favorite trope to READ?

Rockstar Eddie, baby. I love some good sex, drugs and rock and roll.

What’s your favorite trope to WRITE?

Is safe (mostly)sane and consensual BDSM a trope? I like to write that. 😂

What’s your favorite Steddie fic?

Tuesday’s Gone With The Wind - Thisapplepielife there is nothing quite like reading this for the first time. I truly thought I was going to explode as it was being updated.

Is there a trope you’re excited to explore in a future work but haven’t yet?

Omegaverse! I have a fic in the worm vault that will come out eventually. Wormegaverse. It’s coming. I’m fucking stoked for it.

What is your writing process like?

Hoooboy. It’s a mess. I cannot write an outline to save my life. (I’m looking at you King of Hell Eddie fic. I know you need an outline okay?) I tend to write in order, but if I get stuck I will skip a scene or two ahead so I can figure out how to squish two pieces of a story together OR I will write little notes about my intentions and skip it and come back. (My favorite note of all time is when I wrote “spit kink shit.” So I could remember my very pure intentions)

Do you have any writing quirks?

Boy do I! I tend to go into like writing fugue states where I will just bust out thousands of words in a sitting and if I am not doing that I am thinking and over thinking about when im gonna fugue out again. I also get really stressed when it actually comes time to write a sex scene? Weird, I know. But every single one is super important to me and I want to make sure they read well. My friends can attest that I am an absolute basket case when it comes to me writing Steve and Eddie getting down and dirty.

Do you prefer posting when you’ve finished writing or on a schedule?

God when I’m done. I am NOT great at posting chaptered fics but I am trying to get better with it? I prefer writing larger pieces though. I am an over-thinker to a fault and for some reason I stress less with one-shots.

Which fic are you most proud of?

It’s gotta be Kiss Your Knuckles. That fic is everything to me. But my Boys Who Kiss series is also so fucking important to me. Those two have so much more to tell y’all and I can’t wait to share their lives with you. I’m a musician so any of my fics that are heavily laced with performance and song are very special.

How did you get the idea for Kiss Your Knuckles (Before You Punch Me In The Face)?

I remember listening to Twin Size Mattress one day and I was like—Holy Shit, this is so Steddie-Coded it hurts. And it’s post-canon AND Rockstar Eddie? Incredible. The words just screamed Eddie Behavior and I knew Steve had to write a one-hit wonder about how he felt.

When writing Kiss Your Knuckles (Before You Punch Me In The Face), what was something you didn’t expect?

Oh I sobbed when I finished it. I couldn’t believe that I had actually finished it. It truly means the world to me and I wanted to share it with you all so badly. I cried for like an hour.

What inspired It Feels Like Fourteen Carats But No Clarity (When I Look At The Man Who Would Be King)?

Honestly? Tumblr user @ghosttotheparty had made a post about the scenario that Fourteen Carats is about and I messaged them and was like hey listen I want to take a shot at this, if that’s okay. Fourteen Carats is the first fully formed fic that I have ever posted aside from tumblr Drabbles and while I personally don’t love it I keep it up just in case someone somewhere does. 😂

What was your favorite part to write from All You Have Is Your Fire?

OH. Absolutely just eluding to Tattoo Legend and Icon, Jim Hopper. God he so fucking hot neat.

How do/did you feel writing Tell Eddie He Looks Sexy With His Hair Pushed Back?

I felt some type of a way, clearly. I think this is my favorite Eddie that I have ever written (My favorite Steve is Kiss Your Knuckles Steve) and he just kept getting more and more interesting. Like who the hell fucks you and speaks French while they do it? Tell Eddie Eddie does. And thank god for that guy.

What was the most difficult part of writing Hellbent For Leather?

Writing sub/bottom Eddie! I did this fic as a gift for tumblr user @gorgeousgreymatter-x (love you bitch) and it was hard because I don’t often write that dynamic, but god damn I loved these two Steddies.

Do you have a favorite scene and/or line from any of your fics?

Ah— “It is, and I do.” Something about French chef Eddie, really—yeah. I am proud of everything I have written but if I can be honest with you I rarely remember what I have done. I often joke that it’s simply Steve and Eddie in my brain just writing what they want, because people will quote my work or talk to me about a scene and I’m like—‘I wrote that?? Nice.’

Do you have any upcoming projects or fics you’d like to share/promote?

WELL. Once I can break myself out of this accidental hiatus I am so excited to share more of For Your Entertainment with yall. I am also so fucking excited to share King Of Hell Eddie with the world. I can’t fucking wait. I am working on a ‘Came Back Wrong’ fic that is less scary and more comedic and I am stoked for that. I have quite a few things that are happening and I am just so fucking excited to share them all with you. 

Outside of these questions, Is there anything YOU would like to add?

Just thank you. Thank you for reading and thanks for letting me be a part of all of this. I have not felt this inspired and loved in a long fucking time and I’m not going anywhere so I hope yall will stick around for the wild ride. Fucking love you.

Thank you to our author, Wormdebut, and our nominator, @thefreakandthehair! See more of Wormdebut's works featured on our page throughout the day!

Writer’s Spotlight is every Wednesday! Want to nominate an author? You can nominate them here!

[girlreblogger]

also to add to my previous post, when i say blk yn go through crazy situations im exaggerating but i mean (“cause me personally!!!!!!!!!!!”) allowing the character to be treated in certain manner and be put in “awkward” positions. i also want to say that the “situations” seem unfulfilling like i wanted to say in the first place.

because of the unsavory situations she is put in she legit has to have characteristics that are straight up unnecessary if the wellbeing of her character was prevalent. and i have to say that because of blk yn stories that it applies to. (and no ian talking abt how ppl be complaining abt yn being “ghetto” 😒)

drama, comfort, or for fun, is cool and dandy but it’s the same type of thing and i’m not tryna come for the plug stories like don’t nbgaf like omg i’m so tired of hearing bout them freaking stories.

to the ppl who still decide to ignore how damaging fr CERTAIN! blk yn fics y’all remind me of the ppl who support tyler perry movies simply because it’s for entertainment and “he’s telling a story” (that not everyone has)

yep. those things are true but an impact worse than good is being produced. like bffr.

and i feel conflicted by even saying that because some ppl obviously genuinely relate or find comfort in those stories but at what cost. like is comfort worth change and progression?

me rn:

some ppl just really don’t gaf and don’t care to want better. please don’t let the ppl who don’t gaf sway you. for the ppl who do, reblog nice fics or write. blow them up so other blk girls can find them. we deserve it.

there are so many blk fics where yn is not going through those things and if there is “drama” is solved or there’s a healthy resolve. (there’s so many blk writers who need to be publishing books fuck tumblr or ao3 and tryna get reblogs. with all that talent girl MAKE SOME MONEYYYY! YALL STUFF BE GOOD.)

i’m dead serious. why haven’t you thought abt it.

but yeah. it is what it is we have to put more work in to change as people in general. but i really just want my ppl to grow. ppl find comfort in fics for a reason. i really think a good balance of what everyone is looking for and needs should be found. i know ppl gonna feel like ppl telling them what to do but they prolly the ones who don’t want the change for wtv.. reason… ahem..

ppl feeling hit by what i said:

there’s obviously a problem and as a ppl! why can’t we just fix it. like at least try.

side note:

there’s so many ways to get drama. also the smut after arguing piss me off this is off topic cause it applies to a lot of ppl who make fics but like damn. y’all ain’t gon talk it out. and it be the most weird arguments and stuff and you wanna squeeze lemons after that???

idk that annoys me like everyyyy time? and i think smut after arguments can be well written but ….

anyways the blk ff community to damn big for us to be sitting here starving acting like we don’t have food in the refrigerator to make something.

get it together yall. youn want what’s in the refrigerator go get your keys and buy something.

i’m tired of this shit that’s why so many blk writers stop writing or ppl stop reading because it’s too much going on all for some damn fake characters we wanna imagine ourselves with.

and i know for some ppl it’s abt the followers and all that which i mean to each is own i mean

sigh i was tryna be proper and cordial but i really want better for us but it’s so many ppl who go too far or do too little. and some are so sheep that they go with someone else’s opinion too. you know you tired of all the toxic fics say sumn. you know you tired of ppl constantly bringing up yn being ghetto for no reason (that shit piss me off so bad i can’t. they be so close but so farr) say sumn.

me after thinking someone finna bring up how unnecessary struggle love/toxic/extra smutty blk fics are but they end up just complaining abt yn using aave:

anyways i’m ranting. i wanted to say what i felt.

muah

[dnpg-hiatus-survivor]

the air has shifted. i was able to sleep but still when i awoke my heart was pounding and i can’t breathe. because of… dan and phil.

maybe this doesnt mean anything. maybe im just a crazy phannie (well thats true no matter what happens but still).

however, this has happened to me before. twice. let me tell y’all about those times.

the first time, i want to say was august of 2016 (could be slightly off). i had been watching dan and phil for over a year but i was still pretty new to the phandom as a space. i was at my grandmas house just chilling upstairs when this photo hit the tumblr scene:

and oh. my. god. my stomach dropped. my heart started racing. i was pacing around the room going holy shit holy shit holy shit. this photo was a big deal at the time. it was dan’s first time letting his hair be natural at a m&g or youtube event. and, it was the first time ever we had seen dan wear nail polish.

when i woke up the next morning, i still couldnt breathe. the main thing is that i was surprised how much hold these youtubers had over my heart like jesus christ. but more importantly…

the. air. had. shifted. and i knew it.

this photo, to me, is the beginning of the soft launch era. it was after this that we got the halloween baking monster pops video, which entered our post baking universe. and it was after that we got the first gamingmas. but this photo, was the start of it all. the start of dan and phil tearing down the wall just a little and starting to be more themselves on camera.

the second time, is a bit more obvious of a shift. it was june 2019. the june video had been talked for over a year at this point. we weren’t really sure if it was happening or not. what it was. but we all had… ideas. but oh my goodness, the entire first 13 days of that month. i was just buzzing. i was freaking out. and i didnt know why!! well… i knew why. but surely two youtubers could not make me feel this way for two weeks straight. oh yes they could actually.

when this tweet happened:

holy fuck, i think i shit myself. i felt the air shift. like in real time. i could barely talk because my heart was pounding so fast. i was playing truth bombs with my friends (because yes i am the #1 phannie) when i read the tweet, i dropped my phone and started tearing up whispering “oh my god its happening” over and over again. did they think i was crazy? yep!

but y’all… the. air. had. SHIFTED.

anyway long speech over. what was the point of this. to tell you that my phannie brain is convinced that something is happening. the air has shifted. i know it has. it has before. what does that mean for dan and phil? i don’t know yet! we’re just gonna have to see :))

[cyncerity]

HAPPY 3 YEARS TO THIS BLOG!! 🎉💕🫶

i’m so happy i’ve been a part of this little community for as long as i have. everyone is super nice and inspiring and unbelievably talented, and im so glad to be posting content with people like y’all.

it’s absurd to think i’ve been doing this for 3 years and that i almost have 800 people here seeing it, but the love and support i’ve received over these years has been incredible. given that this is such a small community and i’ve either spoken with most of you or have at the very least interacted with your content, i feel confident in saying that every single person here is incredible in their own right and truly are the reason i stay here. you guys are genuinely the best, even if i forget to answer your asks or sometimes leave you on read for a while (i do that with everyone i’m so sorry) i mean it when i say that i do consider a good portion of you my friends. even if it’s been a while since we messaged or talked, you’re all awesome. and if i don’t know you personally, please feel free to message me! i love making friends, especially in a community like this that has time and time again proven to have some of the genuinely nicest people on the internet <3

i love writing and drawing and i’m not leaving here for a long while yet. the asks i’ve received saying that i inspired people to write, draw, or post are some of the nicest things i’ve ever received, and i truly mean it from the bottom of my heart when i say that those have changed my life. the self confidence and love for my craft that i’ve gained from being here is immeasurable, and that’s thanks to all of you, whether you’ve been here for years or are new to this blog.

given that this is an anniversary thing, i wanna thank @bittydragon, @baka-monarch, @wendy130, @darkeninganon, and @awesome-slime-lover for introducing me to this community. i was stalking their blogs on google far before i had an account here, and i only made an account so i could send them fanart, so you have them to thank for dragging me here lmao

i also wanna tag @plant-gt-thought-box, @kayla-crazy-stuffs, @blurrybunnie, @apersonstories, @funtimemoth, @mysticalblue09, @corysmiles, @pixy-stix-art, + some others who are not on tumblr anymore for being friends with me and actually being some of the kindest and funniest motherfuckers. Ik i haven’t spoken to some of you in forever, and i hope this isn’t coming off as parasocial, but you guys are awesome and i wish you nothing but the best (and if you wanna message more or get on vc again some time please lmk cause i am a social wuss)

and if i’m gonna list people i might as well tag the people who even if i don’t know as well, are all super talented and leave me marveling at everything they post on here (whether or not you post mcyt g/t anymore, you’re all still incredible creators who make me want to improve my own work): @eyes-eye-eyes (my /p wife <3), @wren-writes68, @jkknight98, @arc852, @brick-a-doodle-do, @oh-i-need-a-name, @quotemenevervore, @melissa-s23, @i-am-beckyu, @random-tinies, @archaxwii, @itty-bitty-rainbow, @goosedawn, @beansthough, @make-a-memory, @aslitheryprinx, @avengerofsquids, @thatoneteadrinker666, @shushiyuii, @x-pair-o-dice-x, @jammanthejam, @trouble-off-grid, @lunar-but-little, @frickfrackiwastakingabath, @chequered-career, @bio-nerds-corner, @dingbatnix, @cottoncandythetrashpanda, @sprite-addicted-artist, @colossal-red, @sheena-yuet, @quackxolotl, @local-squishmallow, @nobodywritingao3, @deity-of-keys, @astraymetronome, @a-xyz-s, and tumblr has now told me that i’ve hit the max of 50 mentions so i will have to reblog this with the rest of you (crazy to think that there’s that many of y’all but i really do want to shout out everyone) (also if you’re one of these blogs that doesn’t post mcyt anymore and don’t want yourself associated with it, just lmk and i will remove your tag from my list, just know that your previous work in this community was admired and appreciated <3)

also can’t forget the anons and the followers that aren’t outwardly a part of this community (don’t have g/t blogs, don’t have mcyt blogs, or just don’t post in general). i’m lucky enough that i’ve never received hate from an anon before, everything you guys have ever sent is so nice and you also have great ideas! I am so sorry if it takes me forever to share those ideas publicly, but know that each of you are appreciated. and for my followers, i truly wouldn’t be anywhere without you guys, so thank you for supporting me <3

anyway, i might be getting over sentimental about all this, but 3 years is a long time, and over that time i’ve grown very attached to this little group of creators and i just wanted to let you know how loved and appreciated you are

💕💖🫶💕✨

[shulkersneow]

since im not posting a chapter this weekend, @mossycape and i finished polishing the playlist for y’all!

these songs are in a vague sort of chronological order but nothing definitive. if you're curious about any of them and how they fit / what they're in here for, ask!! i would love to infodump (if it isn't a spoiler!)

a few featured songs below:

Daydreaming (Dark Dark Dark)

And oh if you knew what it meant to me / Where the air was so clear / Oh if you knew what it meant to me / Anywhere but here

Animal (Miike Snow)

I change shapes just to hide in this place / But I'm still, I'm still an animal / Nobody knows it but me when I slip, yeah I slip / I'm still an animal

Creep (Radiohead)

I wish I was special / You're so fucking special / But I'm a creep / I'm a weirdo / What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here

Parachute (Ingrid Michaelson)

Don't believe anything, don't trust anyone anymore / But I believe you when you say we're never gonna fall / Hand behind my neck, arm around my waist / Never let me hit the ground, you'll never let me crash

Islands (Hey Ocean!)

If the sun is to set / To leave us dark with regret / I will work up the strength / To pull our Earth back round again

You Are The Moon (The Hush Sound)

Darkness, darkness everywhere, do you feel all alone? / The subtle grace of gravity, the heavy weight of stone / You don't see what you possess, a beauty calm and clear / It floods the sky and blurs the darkness like a chandelier

[t-w-i-l-l-e-r]

pondering jeremy n rich friendship dynamic post-canon n y’all that shit is craaaaaaaaazzzzzzzzy. Cause I highly highly highly doubt rich just completely dropped all of his self destructive tendencies from during/before canon n I think they would defo show up BIG TIME in his relationship w/ Jeremy. Like, they have the whole squip thing in common right? That’s what they bond over at first!!! same trauma, Spider-Man pointing meme, etc etc. (that plus they were literally shoved into the same hospital room for however long. nothing brings two lost souls together like watching the nurses swap out each others bedpans. shudders in disgust <3). But the thing is like. Rich did that. He not only literally encouraged (n lowkey threatened) Jeremy to buy/take the squip, he also had a direct hand in building the insecurities that made Jeremy interested in a squip at all. Now, as an audience we can generally recognize Rich as a Very Vulnerable And Manipulated Child but if rich had that kind of self-awareness the plot of be more chill would be veeeeeery different so im gonna go out on a limb n say Rich feels megazord guilty for that. And that’s where the self destruction comes in </3. Rich keeps trying to goad Jeremy into snapping at him or being angry in the hopes of getting Jeremy to “finally stand up for himself” but rly he just wants Jeremy to be mad at him bc Rich is mad at himself n feels like he deserves it. I am a VERY firm supporter of Jeremy Heere Snarky Arc post-canon (bc I feel like we see a lot of Jerry Sass in bmc but it’s limited to either just in his head or (affectionately) to Michael), n I think Rich would absolutely play a role in Jeremy developing that side of himself. BUT. Not necessarily in the way rich wants. Bc again, same trauma!!!! Jeremy recognizes that rich understands him now in a way that nobody else rly does. even the ppl squipped @ the play don’t rly understand what that thing does 2 a person after a while, and jeremy rly needs rich after everything, more than either of them realize. He’s not willing to just reject rich out of hand like rich subconsciously wants him to so you get this dynamic that’s just like:

Rich: aw, you mad? You upset lil bitch boy? Whatcha gonna do about it huh???? Hit me???? Do it i dare you!! Fucking hit me!!!!!

Jeremy: rich it is 9 in the morning. 

And I think rich would very quickly learn that ~friendly ribbing~ n stuff is a slippery slope with Jeremy. On one hand, if he teases Jerry n he rolls his eyes n snarks right back, HELL YEAH!!!! Revenge Of The Nerd!!!! Mission accomplished!!!!!!! Rich sees a lot of himself in Jeremy n I think he would be very genuinely proud of him for not just taking shit like he used to (and rich might also think jeremy is actually clever n funny n like that jeremy feels comfortable around him n bond bond relationship sssssshhhhhhhhhh). On the other hand, sometimes rich hits a little too close to home n Jeremy goes quiet. He gives a curt response, or just doesn’t say anything at all. That shit drives rich crazy. Rich says smth shitty about Michael or Christine or smth n Jeremy doesn’t talk to him for a week n by the end Rich is pulling his hair out n just word-vomits “IM SORRY IM A DICK PLZ CAN WE GO BACK TO PLAYING CALL OF DUTY TOGETHER” 

And the thing that fucks me up the most is that. Jeremy is afraid of Rich. Not as much as he was before (I’d imagine watching Rich bitch n moan every time he had to get his bandages changed kinda sanded down the edges a lil bit) but he can’t just forget all that bullying, even if he wants to. For rich, the worst moments r when he goes too far with trying to get Jeremy to b aggressive n instead he just goes pale. His mouth draws into a thin line n he gets fidgety but not the loose stimming of when he’s relaxed or deep in thought, sharp and tight motions like he doesn’t want to be spotted. And he won’t meet Rich’s eye. GIRL!!!!! How does rich even begin to process that emotional LABYRINTH bc like, he feels shitty bc he spent so long trying to fix his self hatred by being a dick 2 Jeremy but now he realizes being a dick is actually… dickish. And unpleasant. And so now he has more self hatred about it. Oops. And then Jeremy’s having a shit time bc PANIC MODE SCARY LOUD but then I think he subconsciously realizes rich feels bad so he feels bad for making Rich feel bad and ugh. Ugh. Yikes. 

But then the thing is,,, Rich can make a joke. Maybe reference their shared SQUIPerience—SQUIP experience, obvi—emphasize the connection between them (rich has gotten rly good at managing potentially dicey social situations. You’ll never guess where he got that skill from). And Jeremy will laugh, a little forced at first but rich keeps going until he’s curled up on the ground, cracking up like he’s about to piss himself. And Rich feels a little bit like he dodged a bullet but a little bit like he gained a friend so? If u add it all together it basically cancels out, he thinks. So they keep talking and hanging out and playing fuckin Call of Duty together and it’s not an apology, not really but… it’s a start, y’know? 

N that’s what gets me about Rich n Jeremy post-canon </3. They both need each other, and they both know it. They understand each other in a way that nobody else in their immediate circle does which is important bc we know how much Jeremy struggles talking 2 new ppl and post-fire Rich is too busy putting the burnt up pieces of his life together to reach out to other SQUIPtims. Jeremy is comfortable around rich in a way that he is with nobody else in the world because he gets it, and Rich feels the same way whether he likes it or not. But Jeremy is also so deathly terrified that it’s all gonna be an elaborate bit, that Rich is unfixable and will always treat him like human garbage or worse Jeremy is unfixable and will always b treated like human garbage. And Rich in turn is afraid of Jeremy’s fear, what it means about himself that he could ruin someone’s life so thoroughly. But then he like? Wants to get Wendy’s with him. So it’s like. Whatever. 

FUCK! 

[sunshine-on-marz]

GNF x Reader

High school AU

Dividers by @cafekitsune

Well isn’t this fucking great. Once again the new student was upstaging you. Well not really, but it felt like it! Any time you’d answer a question, he’d answer the next one. He’s was so annoying and infuriating and- not hot. You’d never let yourself think that. Never.

“Are you alright?”

Shit. He was next to your desk.

“I’m fine.” You mumble as you close your notebook and put it in your bag.

“Are you sure? Because class ended a minute ago and you’re still sat here” he smirks as he leans over your desk.

“I’m fine. I just zoned out” you say as you pick up your bag and throw your r over your shoulder

“Let me hold your things love” he says softly. And when you freeze he takes your bag off your shoulder “we have 2nd period together too” he smiles.

He has a nice smile.

No. No he doesn’t.

Ok fine maybe he does.

The walk to class is so extremely embarrassing. Your friends are never gonna let you live this down. Of course the first time I hit walks you to class you absolutely despise him; of course.

George drops your stuff at your desk and smiles as he walks away and your cheeks are left burning.

—

This repeats itself for a few days, George dropping hints, you being too angry to pick up on them. So he takes matters into his own hands.

“Would you guys maybe want to convince y/n to run for prom Queen?”

Luckily for him, you were already planning on it.

—

The morning announcements rang through the classroom, boring the class and killing you with anticipation until you hear

“As you all know, prom is tomorrow, so, it’s time to announce our prom king and queen”

Deep breath

“The winners are…”

Deep breaths

“Y/N and George Davidson”

What

The class started congratulating you and you pushed your feeling aside, you were truly happy!

Then George walked over to you

“So, we won” he smiled

“Mhmm” you nod

“Do me a favor and meet me by the parking lot at lunch, alright gorgeous?” He says softly and you nod.

—

When the lunch bell rang you grabbed your things and walked over to the parking lot where you saw George and one of his friends. When George made eye contact with you he smiled before shooing off his friend.

“Hello” he said, smile still stuck to his lips.

“Hi George” you say, sounding suspicious

“Look, y/n. What did I do to make you so angry towards me! You seem lovely and people adore you, so, what did I do?” He asks, you sigh

“Nothing George, it’s nothing, you just seemed cocky” you say, he grabs you hand gently.

“I promise I’m not” he giggles and you nod

“I can tell” you breathe a small laugh and his face lights up at your small smile

“So would you like to be my prom date?” He asks, and how could you say no?

Do y’all want part two with prom?

OMG MARZ CAN WRITE???

Hi hunnys, sorry for never posting, life’s tough lol. But im here now with some gnf for ya!

[iwillseeyouinanother-life]

Mocking Jay stream of consciousness

Howdy bitches (in a loving tone)

I want to apologize about the harsh and wrong things I said about Gale in a deleted post. I called him cold and aggressive which was out of complete ignorance because I was separating him from the context of his situation. I really am sorry. Gale is a character I do not understand well and that’s on me. It’s fun to dunk on characters you don’t like but not when it’s causing harm and I was causing harm and I do apologize for that. I didn’t want to talk about the books I’m reading without holding myself to better standards and addressing that first.

Now then— onto the fried eggs for brains thoughts about mockingjay (I’m in chapter 9)

- I cannot remember their username but someone brought of the fact that Gale is getting groomed by Coin which hit me in the face like a baseball bat because fucking duh— it’s right in your face and it went over my head. While I was reading I was like “GALE NO— YOU ASS KISSER”— nah girl he is a victim and you missed the point.

- Coin you can rot in hell— you are grooming a literal child (I think he is like 18 but I don’t care he is a child). You are taking advantage of an 18 year old who watched his home burn to the ground. YUCK!

- fuck you snow you ugly bitch— when I catch you it’s on sight you sad sack of garbage. All I gotta do is wack those old ass knees of yours and down goes you and your fuck ass empire.

- Peeta blink twice if you need help sweetheart

- Peeta baby I am so sorry. We are gonna bring you home sweetheart.

- I am not handling peeta’s interview well :) I’m gonna need 10 business days to process.

- top 3 characters— Haymitch, Finnick, Peeta

- I liked Peeta in the movies and the first book— I really LOVED Peeta in Catching Fire— I did not want to care about him because I know how all this ends and caring hurts my feelings but Peeta wormed his way into my heart in Catching Fire.

- not haymitch threatening to staple a helmet to katniss and then eating her lunch.

- FINNICK YOU POOR BABY I AM SO SORRY. Y’all he scrambled to Katniss because he was distraught that they wouldn’t let him go to district 8. He was down so bad that even Katniss thought it was a bad idea. He is SO not okay without his wife and it makes me cry every time. It’s okay princess we will get your wife back— TRUST and believe— Annie baby we are gonna get you :’)

- Finnick coming through for Katniss after peeta’s second interview— YUUUUUUP YUUUUUUUUUHP

- one thing about Finnick is he will snap out of it to protect someone else. Finnick will come through in a pinch.

- Finnick and Katniss are the best friends ever

- mutually assured destruction to mutual understanding that they are both drowning and their is nothing that they can do for each other except drown together— Finnick and Katniss’ friendship progression from Catching Fire to Mockingjay

- BEETEE!! STILL KICKING!! IM SO GLAD YOU’RE OKAY!!

- Gale annoys me a lot throughout this book— I do not see the point to his character outside of pissing katniss off or getting her to participate when she is uncooperative.

- Coin I’m still on your ass— I hate you

- District 8 😢 I lost my marbles— I was freaking out the whole time. Snow I hope you break your foot.

- 🧍‍♀️me hoping the Haymitch father figure scenes aren’t only in the movies

- “if you knew what Finnick has been through you would know how remarkable it’s that he is still with us” OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY IM OKAY THAT DIDN’T HURT MY SOUL AT ALL 🤧

- wishing haymitch was in this book more— where are you friend

- Gale putting two and two together that Peeta is trying to keep Katniss alive still— I clapped. I cheered. Gale annoys the fuck out of me but this was the one scene I was rooting for him.

- Gale and Katniss being mad at each other off and on throughout this book is getting old. JUST TALK TO EACH OTHER FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS THAT KEEP ME SANE HOLY FUCK.

- Buttercup making it into the deal is funny— buttercup getting regulated is so fucking funny to me.

- the trauma aging Prim made me wanna throw myself to the floor and scream— it’s so unfair— relatable because girl same— but WHYYYYYYYY

- when Finnick and Annie reunify I’m gonna run through the parking lot and cheer like a crazy person. I just want them to be happy.

- so far Catchig Fire is my favorite book

- I know a lot of people like to forget that Finnick and Annie are careers from district 4 because we love them and Finnick teamed up with Katniss— I do think their stories are more powerful knowing that they are career tributes. They are a testimony to haymitch’s statement about the games— there are no winners. Only survivors.

- Finnick and Annie’s purpose in the story are more than just being allies or foils to Katniss. They are reminders that careers are also victims. D1, D2, and D4 are all under the thumb of the capital despite the food on their plates and the quality of their lives. Finnick and Annie are both deeply traumatized people who can’t function without one another. Finnick was exploited in the most unethical ways and Annie watched someone get decapitated. All of this happened before the age of 20.

- it was so easy to hate Kato and Clove because they treated THG like a fun and fair competition and it shows how well propaganda works. They became human to the audience (through Katniss’ pov) just as they were coming upon their deaths. Finnick and Annie are reminders that careers are also victims and that no matter how much pride they carry or how big their ego is— they will never sleep through the night peacefully again. There are no winners.

Sorry for the yapping 🤠