#like they were finally putting their skills to good use again. getting to flex their muscles and shit. whenever they cook better purer meth

[otogariado]

i get why people would opt to say walter was a terrible person since the beginning, but i think that's like, the most boring takeaway you can get about his character. he was already insecure and prideful from the start, and it's what would hurt him and keep hurting him. but like, being insecure and prideful are regular traits any regular person can have. the actions that he makes because of these traits, which in turn keep fueling his ego more and more, are what makes him an interesting character. and he was already pretty capable of hurting other people, but he wasn't doing it out of malice, but more because of careless selfishness at first. what makes walter terrifying is that the more he does it, the more he becomes aware of what he's doing, and the more he keeps going and keeps being more and more meticulous and deliberate about what he does that hurts people and even to the point when it was specifically to hurt people.

i think the traits were there in walter from the beginning—the pilot did a pretty good job of establishing how powerless he's felt all his life and just how susceptible he is to letting this newfound perceived power get to his head so easily. he even says this explicitly in 5x06 "Buyout" when he tells jesse "i'm not in the money business, i'm in the empire business". but saying he was this monster from the start kind of implies he didn't undergo through a character arc throughout the show when it's quite literally what he did. he got worse. so much worse. through mostly the fault of his own fragility.

[tjwritesfanfics]

I’m not jealous (Aaron Hotchner)

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

Summary: Aaron was going to show you how not jealous he is.

Rating: Mature 18+ only

Warnings: Jealous Aaron (though he is adamant he isn't), Reader taking advantage of a sweet guy, manhandling, Dom!Aaron, condescending, being called good girl (which made me MELT), Aaron spanks her once, fingering, overstimulation, Aaron is a sweet aftercare guy

Words: 2.9k

Main Masterlist | Criminal Minds Masterlist

Jealousy can be very ugly.

It can also be very hot. And on Aaron Hotchner it was sexy as hell. The way his jaw clenched, his eyes darken, and the air around him just got thick with tension you knew about, but the line was never crossed.

You had feelings for Aaron, everyone in the BAU knew it, he knew it, and he still had yet to decide what, and if, he felt for you.

You always tried to push him, loving the way he seemed so close to losing it only to watch him attempt to reel himself in. Once you had danced with a guy at the bar after a long case and your eyes never left Aaron. No matter how many times the guy dipped his head to kiss (more like slobbered with how drunk he was) your neck, you continued to stare at him, surprised that the glass he was holding didn’t break with the force of his grip, his knuckles already white.

And when you decided you were done with your dance partner, you attempted to leave only to have him get aggressive. You knew you could fit him off if need be, but it was much more satisfying when Aaron strode over and introduced him to that amazing right hook of his.

It was even better when he took you roughly by the waist and led you out of the bar.

In his car, you tried to push a little more, wanting him to finally admit something to you.

“God,” You sigh and brush your hand down his arm, admiring the way they flex under your touch, “You are so hot when you are jealous.”

“I’m not jealous.”

“There is no need to deny the chemistry between us, Aaron. We aren’t on the clock so you aren’t my Unit Chief, and I am not your underling, though I would so love to be under you.” You purr, warmth flooding your as his tongue darts out to wet his lower lip, your eyes following the motion longingly.

It would be easier if he would just give in to what was going on between the two of you.

But sadly, that was where the night ended for you.

Aaron took you back to your apartment, walked you up (like the gentleman he was), and left you there all alone.

Over the next few months you tried again and again to prove there was something between you, not only physically, but emotionally as well.

Pulling him out of his office for lunch or bringing it to him, just to make sure he would eat. Putting sticky notes on his monitor or his desk with little encouragements and reminders since you knew he could get too far into his own head and needed some help out.

And it wasn’t like he didn’t do things for you.

Bringing you coffee, made just to your liking, at the beginning of the shift or when you run low on your own coffee. He always seemed to know when you needed your fix. He also would save you a seat on the plane, the one next to the window because he knows you like to look out at the clouds during long flights.

“When we land, Y/n, Reid and I will go to the police station to set up. Morgan, you and Emily check out the crime scene.”

Aaron dished out the rest of the orders as the plane started to descend. Honestly after he told you where you were going to be, which of course was with him because he always seemed to think he needed to keep an eye on you, something you couldn’t decide if was out of how similar your skill sets are or because he has a constant need to be near you, you stopped listening.

You were certain that it was both. You knew Aaron wouldn’t sacrifice the case or the people involved just for a romantic feeling towards you.

Once you landed and got to the police station, everything seemed to flash by in a whirlwind.

You barely had any time to focus on anything other than catching the asshole that was killing women.

“You seem to be running into the ground, Agent.”

Officer Danny Grant was such a little cutie and seemed to immediately take a liking to you.

“I’ll rest when we catch this guy.” You reach for your cup of awful cop coffee, even though it was the only thing keeping you going at the moment, but frowned when you found the cup empty.

Cursing, you turn away from the board to get more.

“Here.” Grant offered you another cup, his face a little flushed and a smile on his lips. “I noticed you were low. I don’t know how you take it so I just made it black. If you need any creamer or sugar I can get it for you.”

“Thanks, Grant.” You smiled and took the cup. The warmth of it not only warming your hands, but your heart a little as well. Usually Aaron would bring you coffee, but this case seemed to take a toll on him, which you remind yourself you would have to check on him later. Now that someone else noticed and cared enough to bring you something so small, yet so vital, was sweet.

You take a sip of the black coffee, wishing it was sweeter, but the jolt of bitterness was the wake up you needed.

“I usually like it sweet, but black is fine. It’s just what I need.”

Grant continued to stick to your side, helping with the case whenever he could and bringing you more coffee (this time with a side of sugar). He was actually very helpful and you enjoyed the company of him, conversation and ideas bouncing easily.

Aaron on the other hand didn’t like the attention you were getting from the young, wide eyed officer.

He couldn’t stand the fact that he was distracting you from the case at hand (even though he wasn’t actually), the way you laughed when he said something you deemed funny, but it wasn’t, and the thing he hated the most was the smile you beamed at him when he brought you more coffee.

The smile you usually only gave him. Why were you giving it to this guy? Even when the group went out and you flirted with other men, knowing that it would get a rise out of him (though he would never admit it out loud) you never gave them that kind smile, the one that made your nose scrunch up so adorably.

It would be so easy for Aaron to go over there. He can imagine himself pulling you away from Grant. It wasn’t like he didn’t know how you felt pressed against his own body. The amount of nights he had to pull himself away from you, unable to cross that line, the line between boss and subordinate. A line that he’s tiptoed since the first time he saw you.

If only it was that simple to give into you.

A few hours later, you could feel your steam running out and your eyes drooping, no matter how much coffee you drank.

“There hasn’t been any new information.” Aaron’s voice woke you just before your head hit the conference table for the second time that night, “Let’s call it a night and look at this in the morning with fresh eyes.”

“No no,” you whine, failing to lift your eyelids, “I can keep going.”

“Agent Hotchner is right. Come on, let's get you to the hotel.”

Just as Grant reached for you, Aaron was quick to his feet, striding over to you with only a few steps and grabbing your shoulder before Grant could. “I have her.” Aaron lifted you up, one hand resting under both of your legs and the other on your back, smirking at Grant as you wrap your arms around his neck and snuggle into him.

The look of shock on the officer’s face was sickeningly satisfying.

Never would Aaron be this bold, especially in front of others, but he couldn’t help himself. He couldn't just let this man touch you. Not after spending all day watching his poor attempts at flirting.

You could, and probably would, be upset with him tomorrow.

Aaron lifted his chin, daring others to say anything as he made his way through the precinct with you tucked in his arms. Once you were outside, you push your face into his neck subconsciously, inhaling his scent and sending a shiver through him, thankful that at least some part of you waited until you were out of sight to get clingy with him.

“You are,” You yawn, lips brushing against his skin,”so hot when you are jealous.”

“I am not jealous.”

All you did was hum in response as you drift off to sleep in his arms.

For the rest of the case you stuck to Grant every chance you got, barely paying Aaron any attention.

He knew you were doing it on purpose. You knew he knew that you knew you were doing it on purpose.

Thankfully the team was able to wrap up the case and it was only one night left before you left.

No more case. No more reason to stay in California. No more Grant.

Aaron wonders if he should be as happy as he was as he pressed the button for your floor on the elevator. He doesn’t have much time to think about it when a minute later the elevator door opens and he sees Grant standing at your door, leaning against the open door with you.

“So now that the case is over, do you want to get dinner before you leave? I’m sure hotel food isn’t as good as a good burger at this little dive I know down the street.”

You giggle at his forwardness. While you do love and want Aaron, turning down a free meal from a cute man before you never see him again couldn’t hurt, right?

“You know a little dive? Is it a ‘California delicacy?’”

Grant leaned in, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Oh absolutely.”

Rage and jealousy flows through Aaron, his jaw and fists clenched. His legs carried him towards you before his brain could catch up.

No more games.

In a flash, Aaron grabbed Grant by the collar of his shirt, yanking him back and away from you.

“A Aaron?!” You squeak as the man pushes you into your hotel room, closing and locking the door behind you.

His hands grab your wrists, tugging and trapping them above your head, the air leaving you completely as his lips crash against yours.

The months and months of tension finally exploded within you, arching your hips to meet him, gasping when he grips your wrists tighter in warning.

“You really can’t resist flirting can you?” Aaron’s voice may have been calm, almost bored, but his eyes betrayed the fire, the anger he held. “You just love to rile me up.”

“I thought,” you moan when he moves to kiss your neck, “you weren’t jealous.”

His laugh is condescending, one of his hands snaking down to your side while the other held tight. This was the Aaron Hotchner you wanted, the one you knew he could be if you just pushed right, but now that he was here you didn’t quite know how to handle him.

Not that you would let him know. Not as your body shivers when he rests his hand on your waist, nails digging through the material of your jeans.

“You and I both know I am not. Why be jealous when your body is so truthful with me? It tells me everything,” His smirk widens as he cupped your cunt and you whine, subconsciously grinding against his hand, seeking the dull pleasure you could get through the two layers of fabric separating you, “I need to know. It is an open book for me.”

You want to cry when Aaron withdraws from you, only proving his point further. God you want him. More than absolutely anything.

“Now be a good girl and get on the bed. I want you naked and on all fours by the time I get out of the bathroom.”

“T The bathr…” Your words die on your lips when Aaron gives you a pointed stare, one that has you clenching around nothing, before he walks away from you and into the bathroom, leaving the door slightly ajar, almost as if daring you to disobey him.

As much as you wanted to, just to see what he would do to you, you decided that would be for a different time. Quickly shedding your top and jeans, you obey like the good girl you want to be for him.

You wait for what feels like an eternity, but was probably only five minutes before you could hear Aaron’s footsteps coming out of the bathroom. Instinct has you turning your head to look at him, “Don’t you fucking move.” but his harsh voice has you snapping it back and a shiver running down your spine.

Or was that his fingers that danced along your back? Honestly you didn’t know, but you didn;t have time to ponder it before he splayed his open palm across one of your ass cheeks, drawing back and coming down with a swift smack.

You moan, the sudden motion causing you to fall forward, your arms giving out.

“Just a little taste of what happens when you play with me.” Aaron rubbed the spot where you were sure was going to be slightly red from the force. “But I won’t give you more since you seemed to follow my orders like such a good girl.”

A whine escapes you at his words. You wanted to hear them over and over. To be praised by him over and over. His fingers ghost from your ass straight to your center, pressing and feeling, but never fully sinking into you.

“Oh fuck,” You squirm under his carful attention, “Please. Please Aaron!”

“Please what? How will I know what you want without words?”

You cry as the tip of his finger comes dangerously close to your clit only for him to pull it away just as quickly. You knew what he was doing. He was teasing you just like you had teased him, almost like a form of sick payback, and though he did have the upper hand, you felt like you had already won.

You had him in bed.

“Please touch me, Aaron. I need your hands on me, in me, anything.”

“There we go.” 

The reward for your confession was sweet. His fingers circled your clit, applying the right amount of pressure that had you moaning loudly. Aaron continued to work you, leaving your brain in a haze of pleasure which only intensified when he finally moved to sink one finger into your core.

“Fuck..” Aaron curses, his finger setting a steady pace, thrusting in and out of you, admiring the embarrassingly wet noises your cunt makes. “You are so wet.”

You moan when he slides a second finger in, then a third, the stretch burning oh so deliciously.

He’s got you at his mercy, hips rocking back to meet his thrusts, drool pooling on the hotel sheets below you. “Aaron!” You cry, the coil in your gut pushing and pushing you closer to the edge, threatening to break and toss you into a sweet release.

“Let go.”

With his permission, and his fingers brushing that sweet spot that made you see stars, you do.

You scream as your orgasm crashes into you. If the outside could hear you, you didn’t care. All that mattered was Aaron, his name the only thing occupying your mind and the only thing spilling out of your mouth as if it was the only name you knew.

And right now it was.

Aaron continued to thrust his fingers into you, helping you through your orgasm until you tried to pull away from him, but his other hand gripped your waist, pulling you back and onto his fingers.

“Aaron!” You squirmed. It was too much, but you didn’t want him to stop as his fingers expertly stroked and thrust, bringing you to a second orgasm in record time. Tears prick your eyes, your body shaking, feeling weightless and not here.

You didn’t even notice when Aaron carefully turned you on your back, brushing your hair back from your face and kissing your forehead. He treated you like procaline, peppering kisses all over your face until you came back to him. “There’s my girl.”

His girl. The thought had you smiling like a lovesick fool, which was appropriate because you were. No longer were the steel eyes and lustful gaze, but soft brown eyes filled with an adoration you weren’t used to seeing. You swallow and reach for him. Aaron wrapped you in his arms and held you close.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

Now what? Was he going to continue? Fuck you? Or, and something you hoped he wouldn’t do, leave you.

Aaron, the ever brilliant profiler he was, could see the war going on in your head before you could speak. He leaned down to kiss you, hand gently rubbing shapes on your upper thigh.

“Don’t worry. I will be right here for more when you wake.”

You feel a little guilty about not returning the favor, but Aaron quickly shuts that down. He grabs the hotel comfort and pulls it up, covering the two of you, tucking you into his chest. Your eyes feel heavy from the force of cumming twice (and Aaron’s skilled fingers) that you couldn’t seem to argue, eyes closing as sleep takes over.

You definitely would make him feel good when you wake up.

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[shiorimakibawrites]

Baking with Love

Last-minute final entry to Mandy's Sweater Weather Challenge presented by @she-likesorchids.

This one uses the prompts - baking/cooking together combined with the "You taste like cinnamon" and "Your hands are freezing."

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Word Count: 1,287

Summary: Matt Murdock and You make pumpkin bread and cookies.

Tags/ Warnings: Established Matt / Reader relationship, Tooth-rotting fluff

Tagging: @bellaxgiornata thought you might enjoy some Matty fluff.

Baking with Love

You sighed with relief when you entered Matt’s building. You were very happy to be out of the wind. It hadn’t been a long walk but your cheeks, nose, and ears felt like they had been scrapped raw by the biting wind. Your hands weren’t much better. You had tried to switch your tote between your hands so each got the chance to hide in your pocket but it hadn’t helped much.

The door to Matt’s apartment swung open just as you were about to reach for the knob. Matt, of course, having likely between aware of your approach for at least a block. He did this trick all the time but it still managed to make you jump each time. Judging by the grin on his face, Matt found your reaction just as amusing as he always did.

Along with any other time he sneaked up on you. Which happened a lot. Because in addition to being a lawyer, Matt was also a ninja. You keep threatening to make him wear a bell. Which only made him laugh harder. He is so lucky that he’s cute.

He looked especially cute today. First, he was smiling wide enough for the dimples to come out. That was always going to be adorable. Second, since he was at home and neither of you was planning to go anywhere until later, he hadn’t put on his dark glasses. So you got to see his lovely hazel eyes sparkling with mirth. Third, he was wearing a snuggle sweater.

Cable-knit and dark brown in color, it looked incredibly soft. You hoped you’d get to find out later. There were plans to snuggle together on the couch under the blankets, after the baking was done, but you knew how easily those plans could get disrupted for either lawyer or vigilante reasons.

If the former, you would sigh but accept the situation. Unless it was Burke, Winthrop, & Associates being themselves again. If you had to spent your snuggle time working through another pile of motions that dance right up to the edge of being frivolous from those bastards, you might actually kill someone.

As for the later . . . Daredevil might end up being the last of their worries. You might not have Matt’s fighting skills but you had connections. The benefit of feeding the local vigilantes like the semi-feral cats that they are. You could delegate your vengeance.

You also enjoyed how that sweater clung to those board shoulders and hinted at the solid muscle of his torso. That he had paired with jeans that showed off his perfect ass was just a bonus.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” Matt greeted you as he ushered you into his apartment. It was toasty warm in there. You sat down your tote on the bench and flexed your hands. Then winced. It might have been a short walk but it was long enough and air was cold enough to leave your hands stiff and aching.

You did another little startled jump when your hands were engulfed by Matt’s hands. His big, wonderfully warm hands. He started massaging the backs of your hands with his thumbs.

“Your hands are freezing,” he said. “Still can’t find your gloves?”

“No,” you said. And sighed. “I’ll find them eventually. I know they are somewhere in my apartment. They have to be.”

“Not giving up?” he asked, almost casual. As if we weren’t discussing the gloves he had given you for Christmas. The ones you distinctively remembered packing when you put away your fall and winter clothes this spring but were inexplicably missing from the box when you opened it last week.

“No,” you said firmly. “I really like those gloves. I’m not giving up on them.”

You silently prayed that Matt got the message that you weren’t just talking about your gloves.

“Thank you,” he said softly, squeezing your hands and looking a little misty-eyed.

You smiled. Looks like he got it. You squeezed his hands back. “Hey mister, where’s my kiss?”

He laughed as he dropped your hands in favor of cupping your face. His thumbs stroked your cheeks, then he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. It was a slow but thorough kiss. The kind of kiss that soon had your hands gripping his upper arms. That sweater was just as soft as it looked. Definitely going to kill anyone who prevented snuggle time.

The unfortunate need for air meant the kiss had to end. You tried not to pout about that.

Matt kissed your forehead and murmured, “You taste like cinnamon.”

You hummed, then remembered. “The coffee cake has cinnamon in the streusel topping.”

“And you didn’t bring me any?” he asked with a mock pout.

“Sorry but I was running out of space in the tote,” you said. You leaned up and kissed his forehead. “Maybe one of these cold night, Daredevil will come to my apartment looking for a little snack.”

“Maybe he will,” Matt said with a grin. A grin that shifted into something coy. “And afterward, he might also have some cake.”

You felt your face get warm. Along with the first stirrings of arousal. Your voice was a little breathy when you answered, “Sounds like a plan. I look forward to seeing it in action.”

Matt smirked, the cocky smug one. He knew the effect he was having on you. But he let his hands fall away from your face. He stepped to the side of you and reached the tote bag. Curiously weighted it in one hand.

“What’s all in here?”

“Cookbook, mini-loaf pan, cookie sheets, parchment paper, pumpkin puree, apples –”

“I thought we making pumpkin bread?”

“We are but I saw a recipe that I want to try for apple cinnamon oatmeal cookies. Thought that we could make those too.”

“Those do sound good,” Matt said with smile.

You both got to work.

Since the whine of the motor in your hand-mixer, especially at point-blank range, made Matt wince, the butter and sugar would need to be creamed by hand. Since Matt had giant arm muscles and superhero stamina while you didn’t, you gave him that job.

While he did that, you peeled, cored, and chopped apples. Then tossed them with a little lemon juice to prevent them from oxidizing and because it enhanced the favor of the tart apples. You might occasionally gotten distracted by Matt’s . . . everything.

Like that play of muscles under that sweater while he did the creaming.

Or his ass when he had to bend down to retrieve a larger bowl – you had underestimated how big of a bowl you need for the pumpkin bread dough. Which, it seemed to you, happened a lot with pumpkin. At least it wasn’t pumpkin pie. You always seemed to end up with more batter than you had pie shells.

But what caught you eye the most was that sweet, dopey smile that kept returning to his face. This was the most relaxed you had seen Matt in a while. You supported what he did but that didn’t meant you liked seeing him frustrated and stressed.

But the soft, loving look in his eyes after you kissed his forehead and said “I love you” that – that really made your heart flutter. And it was in that moment that you knew you wanted to marry him.

Matt’s predication proved to be accurate. The cookies were delicious. You are definitely adding those to your fall treats, you thought as you snuggled against Matt on the couch. Your predication about the sweater was also accurate. It was wonderfully soft.

“What are we watching, sweetheart?” Matt asked. It was your turn to pick the movie.

“Hocus Pocus.”

Ending Note

They are making the pumpkin bread and cookies for Foggy, Karen, Marci, Claire as well as their circle of vigilante friends – the Defenders, Frank Castle, and Spider-Man.

[zaceouiswriting]

Fairy Prince - Hearts of Leviathans - Ch.36

Character: Sky x male reader, Riven x male reader, Brandon x male reader

Universe: Somewhere in Winx Club/Saga

Warnings: None

(Riven)

(Brandon)

(Sky)

The midday sun is beating down on us so hard that we have long since thrown away our shirts. Although I don't sweat as much as the others when swinging weapons, I'm not used to the sun like they are. The heat makes my movements sluggish, but the other three are less fortunate. Riven and the blonde Sky are breathing so heavily that it's a wonder they're still standing, while the brown-haired Brandon merely sparkles like finely cut crystal. Maybe it's cruel to force them to use real weapons instead of their much lighter Phantoblades, but who cares?

I even ignored all my classes that day to put them back in their place. Even though I'm not as good as the last time I fought them, and my skills have diminished despite being reconnected with my aura core, I still beat them effortlessly.

"I didn't know the Prince of Eraklyon was trained so weakly." I try to taunt Brandon, who doesn't react as he should since it should undermine his entire training, but I see the real Sky fuming out of the corner of my eye. "Attack me again. We've been through this a dozen times, and you still can't get through me!"

His face is full of frustration, but without hesitation, he delivers a light blow in my direction. As I'm about to dodge it, I realize it is just a fluke, only to move his greatsword backward in one fluid motion, visibly flexing his biceps. If he wasn't such a cheeky, innocent-looking jerk, I would fall in love with him because of his beauty, highlighted by the sun breaking through the treetops. But how could I, after what he had done to me the night before?

When he finishes his turn, he strikes again but stops right in front of my head, then thrusts his sword forward as if he were using a spear. I can barely manage to fall back in time. Until then, he does exactly what I taught him, which makes me grin like a proud mentor. But he doesn't seem happy at all because his face hardens, and he uses the energy of the downswing to bring his sword back up until it reaches his shoulder.

Suddenly, his eyes sparkle. Somehow, for once, I take him seriously. His whole face hardens even further just before he swings his sword again, putting all his energy into the blade. It comes at me at a breakneck speed that would have made anyone cringe, but I only stand there and stare into his eyes. And then, finally, a weak point came: his left knee buckled, hampered by the enormous pressure of this attack.

At the last moment, I duck under his swing. He obviously wasn't expecting it, but I don't attack back, as Brandon has already reached his limit. Only a second later, the ground trembles as he pierces it with his sword, his head swaying. The exhaustion and the heat have clearly taken their toll on him.

“Why are you training us like this?” Brandon finally asks, breathing heavily as his body shakes like a tree in a storm.

The question alone makes me scoff at him, but I quickly realize he is serious. Anger flares up inside me again. Is this guy serious? I feel an angry fire in my soul as I step toward him. He tries to raise his sword again in clear, utter fright, but with a wave of my hand, it flies far away, and he falls to the ground with a loud thud.

"Are you serious?" I grumble heatedly. He raises his eyes slightly, but I see only shy curiosity in his expression. "Were you really that fucking drunk last night?" As I get louder, the ground beneath us begins to shake violently.

With every word I say, it gets worse, almost as if the world itself is trying to intimidate the specialist. It all ends when Brandon dares to lunge forward, his face twisted in exhaustion, confusion, and anger. I can feel my veins boiling just at the thought that he would try to attack me again. I raise my hand and imagine a fist in my head. "Stone transformation!" I scream. A heavy lump of stone appears in the sky. “Stone hand!”

A large, heavy stone hand appears over us. Staring deep into Brandon's hazel eyes, I start smirking. I see the realization dawning on him; he swallows so hard that I can hear it several meters away. His larynx twitches nervously, and fear is clearly visible in his distorted features. But it has already been too late. I don’t need to move, yet the hand slams down, capturing him underneath it. A scream leaves his tensed throat. His arms emerge from under the stone hand, which mainly serves to hold him so that he cannot hurt me or himself.

"Maybe you should ask your best friend over there; you two protect each other from everything anyway." He stares crestfallen past me. I even believe in seeing uncertainty in his otherwise confident eyes. Maybe he is even wondering if I've found out about them, but he says nothing. I roll my eyes, grab Brandon with the stone hand, and move him into the air. I carry him behind me, floating in the air, and walk over to the other two, still in no better state. "I've finally decided," I announce, leading to more confusion. "I want Riven as my assistant."

I tilt my head down, smiling sheepishly as I approach Riven. He's sitting on the floor, knees angled and arms wrapped around them. His gaze is directed far into the air, as if his thoughts were entirely elsewhere. He doesn't even seem to notice when I stand over him, blocking out the sun. I clear my throat, but he's still staring somewhere else as if there could be anything more interesting than me, which is obviously impossible.

But Riven's eyes are so dull that, for a moment, I even fear he's no longer alive. I summon a rock in my hand, break it apart, and soften it until it's nothing more than a ball of soft dust, almost like a snowball. Carefully, I let the ball float behind me until it's multiple trees away, only for me to move one of my fingers. Out of nowhere, the ball races past me. Not even a blink of an eye later, with a satisfying crunch like a snowball, it hits the seated and unsuspecting Riven on the head. With a manly, high-pitched scream, he falls to the side, hiding his head behind his arms while simultaneously rubbing the spot where my mass weapon of fun hit him. 

When I see his extreme reaction, I have to do my best not to scream with laughter.

A few moments after the first hit of my dust ball, he slowly emerges from his hiding place. "What the fuck was that?"

"Language!" I warn him teasingly. When our eyes meet, I glare at him, like he did in the dungeon. He looks at me in surprise, but before he can say anything or, even worse, argue about it, I grab him by the collar and lift him off the ground. "You belong to me now!"

I see him blushing profusely. But why? I don't think all three of them were like me. But why are they acting so strange? Is there something in the water? All I can do is shake my head, hoping to get rid of this ridiculous thought. I can hardly believe my stupidity. If there had been something in the water, Saladin would at least have known about it, right?

Instead of thinking about it any further, I put Riven back on his feet, even though they are quite weak. I slam my hands against his shoulders in an attempt to snap him out of his daze, but it doesn't work. Instead, he looks at me with a look that I can't, or rather don't want to interpret. Somehow, this not only makes me even more uncomfortable, but it also warms me inside, like a magic spell.

This all seems so suspicious to me, yet here I am, pondering whether I should test it or not. The problem is, if my guess is true, I'd be in danger—not a life-ending danger, but a danger nonetheless. My whole body shudders just thinking about doing something like that to Riven. It was enough that Brandon caught me when I was unprepared.

My hands are still on Riven's collar to keep him at a distance. I stare past him thoughtfully, but I notice something odd when I refocus my gaze. Though seemingly innocent, his smile has a malicious undertone; one corner of his lips is higher than the other. What really confuses me, however, is the emotion in his violet eyes. But it all disappears when I focus on them, quickly replaced by a scowl.

"You like my eyes?" Riven asks boastfully. "So you have feelings for me? I know girls can't keep their hands off me, but-"

Without hesitation, I lift Riven back into the air by his collar and throw him away. His eyes widen as he flies. He crashes to the hard ground with a clatter and a thunderous bang. He appears to have several metal objects on his body, more than just the one hidden dagger my instincts warned me about.

"I want to change my mind!" I scream as I turn to the other two idiots, one of whom is still trapped in the stone hand I summoned earlier.

Sky and Brandon look over at me. Brandon looks up at me with his teeth clenched in anger. They don't even have to answer me for me to know that it will be a clear 'no.' So I turn away, but as I do so, with a single thought, I destroy the stone hand. I hear Brandon exhale in relief, which also alleviates me, but somehow, it hurts, as if I've put someone who cares about me in danger. 

All I can do is massage the bridge of my nose and try to accept my self-inflicted fate. I just suffer in silence under my incredibly unfortunate grab. I should have chosen the real prince because the one portraying him is nothing but an airhead.

"Are you thinking about how lucky you are to have me by your side now?" a warm, hoarse voice whispers in my ear. It sends another shiver down my spine and causes a strange feeling in my stomach.

“Wha-What do you-“

"Pssst," Riven whispers, wrapping one of his strong arms around me and placing his large hand on my stomach. I'm getting nervous, my stomach rumbling, and my heart racing. "You can use me however you want, as promised."

Riven, seemingly without any shame, puts his head on my shoulders, his lips so close to my cheek that I almost feel like running away or ramming my elbow into his stomach. But neither my legs nor my arms want to listen to me.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see his grin and an arrogant glint in his shimmering eyes, like a gigolo, chuckling because he thinks he has hit the jackpot.

It makes me angry, and I'm honestly disgusted, but there's nothing I can do in this state of my body. I've missed the warmth of another person and the feeling of being protected as if nothing could hurt me. Riven is stronger than he looks. He had been holding back during all our training sessions, and I only won quickly in our first official battle because I surprised him.

But when I think about it, he could probably be useful to me, but all this flirting is too much for me, as it is so out of character for him that it almost hurts. Or perhaps he just behaved differently before. But why is he changing now?

But suddenly, his head and arm disappeared, and his lean, muscular body pressed against my back. Confused, even shocked, I almost fell over because of my weak knees. It takes me a few moments to get my bearings again. But when I do, I turn around only to feel my cheeks burning.

Right before me, Riven is kneeling with his head bowed, muttering about being my submissive servant. He raised his head slightly as he said this, and I caught another wicked gaze in his eyes.

Even though it's obvious he's trying to tease me, I still feel this strange warmth in my chest. Suddenly, something snaps in my head and fills my thoughts with an endless desire for revenge, so much so that I can't suppress a malicious grin. "Okay," I mutter back, gaining Riven's attention. He stands up with a bright smile, showing his pearly white teeth, but I hold up my hand, stopping him in his tracks. "I didn't tell you to get up, did I?"

He stares at me in shock, seemingly searching my eyes for some sort of reassurance that I'm serious. Even though my words should be enough to make him realize that I am serious, I glare at him to ensure he knows that I am absolutely serious. He swallows, nods, and gets back down on one knee.

I put my hand on his head and ruffle his hair slightly. "Let's see how long it takes to break you." I maintain eye contact with him while a mischievous smile creeps onto my lips. It seems to make Riven uncomfortable, perhaps even panicked. What a pleasure to see him like this.

[Masterlist]

[accirax]

initial thoughts on DCAS episode 11

oh my god

i had already guessed that Alec was lying (much like Jake did), but this was a really nice explanatory touch! Alec and Riya's friendship is, as usual, one of the season highlights for me.

would've been a lot more interesting if the campers could have chosen their own partners in one way or another, imo, but that would definitely eat up a lot of time in an already packed episode. plus, some pairings (like Connor and Riya) probably couldn't have happened this way, given how Riya wound up reacting to Connor.

"alright Fiore, here's how we prevent you from going home this week," one could say.

i was SO worried that Alec was going to have another confessional at some point being like "lol i was testing my acting skills on Fiore too" but he DIDN'T. which means this is CANON. THE ADOPTION IS BACK ON!!!!!!!!

okay, i actually love the decision to pair Hunter and Grett together here. both of them are the "very flawed but kinda mistreated partner of their appearances-obsessed date," so it makes sense that Hunter could give Grett a good perspective on this. also, is it just me, or did they rework Hunter's personality in this episode to be more like S2? i liked it.

i'm going to put every Fiore and Alec moment in this post and you can't stop me. i am initially thinking about them.

"joke's on you fucker i didn't teach her literally any of this. she's just built different."

as much as i enjoy Alec appreciating his daughter's sass, this does seem like a pretty radical heel turn from "i only voted Connor out of this game because it was what was best for him." i guess maybe spending time with Riya and the other villains has caused Alec to fall further off the deep end/forget about Connor's genuinely nice qualities...? or it's inconsistency between different writers, who knows.

i am 0% a jul(?) shipper, but, damn, the jul shippers were eating well this episode.

Yul is such an interesting little guy.

James flexing his character arc, we love to see it.

WHAT IS IT WITH THE CYAN WOMEN AND SECRETLY BEING JACKED????

society..... it's becoming more utopian........

see, this is why i didn't think Tess would be the one to return to the game.

Aiden is such a hater, i love him. but, overall, i agree with Lake. we're definitely sowing the seeds for a Jake redemption(/winner?) arc and a heroes' reunion.

Riya, finally finishing what she started in S2 of making the gays fall off cliffs.

villains are so fun. i love villains.

THE SOFT DAD SMILE IS BACK :D

ooh, nice callback.

this is an objectively funny screenshot. why does Alec yell like that

what a surprising outcome! (/s /lh)

:,) <3

i wish Aiden and James had more of an opportunity to talk during this episode :/ it's fine, though-- i think that James and Lake's characters were used more effectively this way.

they're getting back together after this trust me guys i'm disventure camp

YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY

they truly are family now. i love it.

"not that bad" is a weird way to describe your would-be crush.

this will be a fun scene! idk which episode "Saturday" will be, though. both because idk how many days will pass in any given episode and also bc i don't recall which day today is in canon.

i do wonder what evil Gabby is doing here. i guess maybe it'll just be the side of Gabby that wants to run with the villains alliance for power vs the side that wants to follow Ellie's advice? that seems kind of weird. maybe it'll be more like the side that wants to go mad with power on the revenge quest vs Gabby's more rational and strategic side? either way, strange cliffhanger.

can't we just have everyone here... always... all the time...? no? okay :( well, it was still really nice to get the whole gang back together for this episode. i'll look forward to seeing them again in the finale.

and, hey, Connor's back in the game now! and he can't be eliminated next episode, at least. are there going to be three players with immunity...? that could get spicy. we'll see how the heroes and villains smack down when the next real elimination rolls around. back up to ten to nine again... see you next time!

[thegoofyfanaticus]

(( Art is commissioned from talented Yleonard . Original story by me. )) Through Eric's strength and grappling skill, he was able to get himself out of Luis's rear naked choke and trap Luis's head in a head scissors after the scramble between them. Eric had Luis in a good position to put a lot of pressure on Luis's head via his quads. Luis tried to contain a groan from escaping, but the pressure on his head was incredible as he felt the solid muscle of Eric's quads flex into the sides of his head. With Luis's legs free, Eric knew it was only a matter of time before Luis was able to free or reverse the scissors hold so he decided to take full advantage of the situation as his right arm was in perfect position to assault the six-pack abs of Luis. "THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!" Three solid punches from Eric's fists drilled into Luis's abdominal muscles. The first one landed deep and hard because Luis could not see it incoming. However, as soon as the first one landed, Luis tensed and flexed his abs to be ready for the incoming onslaught. The second and the third were far more muted in that Eric hit a solid wall of muscle ready to be abused. Eric, however, was not deterred. Continuing his assault, Eric was determined to wear Luis down in his core and leave him open to other assaults later in the fight.  "nnnnnhmmm. hhhmmmppphhhhh! uhhhhhghhhhh! aaahhhgggg! AAAAHHHHHHH! FUCK!!!" Luis tried to maintain his defenses as Eric pounded and softened his abs. Eric was hitting in the same place over and over again. Luis could feel the heat and depth of each punch as it sunk deeper and deeper into his abdominal muscles. Eric was obliterating his abs. Finally, Luis could no longer contain the pain he was feeling as his abs gave way and Eric landed a deep strong punch that left Luis doubled over. Luis knew he had to find a way out and though the assault only lasted for less than 30 seconds, it seemed like an eternity to Luis's abs. Through sheer strength and determination, Luis used his still-fresh legs to power out of Eric's hold. "You want to play with the abs, señor? Let's play with the abs," Luis grinned as he faced Eric with a plan that would have the American crying out in pain soon enough.

[mdhwrites]

Was Ratio a Good Free Five Star?

TL:DR All the things that make him look bad on paper as a free five star are exactly why he was frankly a FANTASTIC choice.

But I do mean it when I say that on paper he looks like Hoyo taking an L while we get left with Ratio. Not because he's bad though. For entrenched players like me, he was exciting. A main DPS that had to have a team comp that was pretty different from a lot of the other hyper carries out there since most supports, especially the hyper carry ones, don't do debuffs. If you try Tingyun and Bronya next to him, you'll often end up missing on MASSIVE damage since you need those three debuffs on the enemies. So who supports him best? That's an exciting question for someone with a wide variety of characters.

BUT.

A free five star like this is literally never for the entrenched players. It's a nice gift to them but this sort of thing is either a sign of desperation as they plead for old players to come back or it's a marketing trick to pull new players in. As Star Rail is still one of the best in its genre monetarily and Ratio was put out specifically because of all the awards it had just won, it was clearly the latter. A way to pull people in while the buzz around the game was big. Finally convert any last Genshin players who were on the fence while also finally moving people over from ALL the other team comp focused, turn-ish based gachas out there. A flex of dominance.

With that in mind... Think about who your first half a dozen, guaranteed characters are. Only half of Trailblazer has a debuff and it lasts one turn. March 7th has her freeze on her ultimate and that lasts for one turn. Dan Heng is the only member of the team with a debuff through his skill but it's only a two turn debuff and again: requires a skill point.

Then after that, the next three guaranteed are Asta, Serval and Natasha. Asta doesn't have a debuff without her trace ability to burn on basic meaning you have to get actually a decent bit into the game to actually get a debuff through her. Serval finally gives you a long lasting debuff with her Shock DoTs and can even extend those, making her not that skill point intensive. Then Natasha is, well... A healer who eventually dispels debuffs, not adds to them.

So two planets into the game and a new player could theoretically have a team of characters who all have debuff on skill but one of those debuffs lasts one turn and they ALL need to be using their skills most rounds in order to keep up the three debuffs to guarantee Ratio has good damage... On his skill. In a game where, unless you have a limited time 5 star that ISN'T free, you only have up to five skill points a round and that's only if you used a lot of basic attacks before hand. If you invest in her, you can swap one of them for Asta who I think would have her burn on basic to help but you'd still be running at a pretty extreme deficit mostly.

That is what you're guaranteed and so the shiny five star you were given, who was pushed towards you, is... Awkward. To put it mildly. Even potentially frustrating as every time you miss with his skill is a failure and feels AWFUL. Worse yet, you can so clearly see how he could work and how he could be strong!

And that's why he's amazing as the free five star.

I've jumped into plenty of long running gacha games that had guaranteed five stars or the like and do you know what happens? They make my brain turn off entirely for the starting content because they are usually demonstrably more powerful than anything else I have and the early game content wasn't designed around them. Even 3rd Impact, which I tried to get into now that it's on PC, has this problem where early on, they actually throw so many 5 star characters at you that you have to pick and choose between them instead of literally anyone else they give you early on. It's overwhelming but it also makes any curve of power just vanish as suddenly you are tackling content already meant to be easy with a character you don't have to think about with.

Ratio (and admittedly a lot of things about Star Rail) avoids this by being a character that requires characters who can work with him to function. He DEMANDS thought and in a way that leans into Star Rail's greatest strength: The fact that team comp matters. I could do an entire blog on how I think Star Rail is genuinely a breath of fresh air for turn based combat but this really is the big one for this blog. A new player is given this new five star who not only demands intelligence as a character trait but also for gameplay purposes. Can't figure out how to make him work? Then his gift is wasted on a fool like you. Maybe find someone a bit more your speed?

And as a Seele main who's only 5 star they used (besides Trailblazer) for over a month of play was Seele when the game came out... I wouldn't have wanted to be given Seele for free. Seele is a great character but she is monstrously powerful, even when played poorly. I don't even hyper carry with my Seele and I can tell you that she'll wreck house for a LONG time just on her own. She doesn't showcase the depth and strategy of the game, especially early on, and so a new player would just think that the game is simple and basic. They'd get bored with the character they potentially see as their win button and move on to a different game.

And for those stubborn enough to go "No, I am using Ratio!" then he becomes a goal. Not only does every limited 5 star that comes out suddenly look all the more appealing if they do debuffs (Boy was Kafka a fucking perfect pairing with Ratio's banner btw) but every four star is all the more exciting because hey, do they do debuffs? How many? How efficiently? How can they fit into the dream team that made me first get into the game?

Just by existing within a player's roster, one way or another, he raises questions about the game that ask the player to dive deeper into the mechanics of the game than they would have otherwise. Makes them think more about the early game, when it's going to be at its slowest, than most mobile games would ever even risk doing until they can hope sunk cost is keeping you there. He's not just a shiny trophy but an actual hook into players, old and new.

Frankly, if I had to say anything critical about choosing him, it's that he's just not had any good content associated with him. I think his quest, especially post 2.0, will mostly be a let down for any new players who came in partially because of him, especially if they decided to force him as their main. Admittedly, he's the like ONLY good thing about that quest (I could do a blog just about why that quest is bad) but even he doesn't get to shine in it. Penacony hasn't done him any favors either with his brief appearance so far. His writing is very strong though, easily some of the best of the smart characters in Star Rail, and his personality is interesting even in those appearances so they're not all bad, just that they could easily be disappointing to those new players who had to wait a while to get to see their boy in story.

But I suppose it had to falter somewhere. Hoyo has a tough act to follow if they ever give out a free five star for Star Rail again and keeping it in the realm of those who are simply intelligent, rather than having pulled off something only a genius could, is befitting for the good doctor. Have a good day everyone and until next tale.

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Dante x Reader Halloween Edition

More old shit I forgot about uploading. Enjoy even though it's not Spooktober.

Dante

Halloween

It's all Hallows eve and it turns out that this is one of the busiest days for all of dmc. Turns out that demons really do show up in groups on the devils night and citizens are willing to pay top dollar for anyone to exercise them. You were watching a movie on your boyfriends shitty CRT that Morrison somehow managed to fix and your favorite Halloween movie was playing. Frankenhooker! Dante almost shot the VHS case with Ebony and Ivory but you had to convince him that it wasn't possessed by a demon, the box just talked.

Suddenly the phone rang and the demon slayer picked up. "Devil May Cry, how can I help you?" Turns out there were some demons in a haunted house and the client was willing to pay $25,000. The team assembled and everyone got into Nico's van (which was still painted like the mystery mobile). Dante was decked out in a Ghostbusters uniform that you swear he was just waiting for an excuse to put on while you were more modest and went as a mummy (cough GILVER cough) and you had to put the costume back on the roll because Dante couldn't afford to buy more rolls of bounty. Nico was dressed as a teletubby while she somehow managed to drag Nero and Vergil along for the ride as well. She had made a Freddy Krueger style devil breaker for Nero but he had chosen to replace his arm with a plunger and go as Luigi. And finally Vergil was dressed up as Sepirtoth so he wouldn't look suspicious while carrying Yamato in public (which was never going to work).

You reached the house and drove up to the gate. All of a sudden there was an ominous flash of lightning and crows began to flee. "That's always a good sign!" Said Nero. He looked around and noticed how tall the fence was. "Anyone know a way in?" he said. Dante then perked up and mentioned how they could pretend to deliver a pizza and Nero scoffed. "You fucking idiot! I guess that punch of mine really did give you brain damage." Next thing they knew, the vans headlights turned on and a "GET OUTTA THE WAY!!!!" could be heard. Turns out that Nico thought it would be a great idea to just drive through the gate.

"Well that takes care of one problem." You said and then the narrator made it a note to not give you anymore lines in this chapter. Vergil used judgement cut on the door to try and flex on Dante but everyone ignored it. As they made their way inside they noticed how the building was actually just the vanilla ghost house from super mario world. Suddenly there was a giant green bubble and Dante yelled "I AIN'T AFRAID OF NO GHOSTS!" and used his cowboy skills to pull out a lasso and try to wrangle the creature.

Like in Ghostbusters though he just ended up getting slimed. You knew someone was going to have to hose him off before he entered the van again. Nero raised his fist to claim dibs on not having that job and accidentally released his plunger breaker. It grabbed on to the chandelier and pulled it down, causing the mansion to crash and turn into rubble. "Guess I'm not getting paid again..." said Dante as he took a roll of toilet paper off of you and wiped himself off. Nico smiled and said "Maybe the reward was the adventure we made anyway." and then everyone laughed like they were in the end of a cringey 80's movie.

As they drove off, you could see another house nearby. They had visited the wrong location and Casper the ghost would live for another day.

[k8epot8e]

Train in Vain: Chapter 10 The Gig

Summary:

The three of you finally reach the venue after your Odyssean journey to get there. You attempt to use some critical thinking skills and good judgment, but that doesn't last long. You meet some new friends and some more large men.

Notes:

Hi hello. It's been a hot minute. Hope you've all been having the brattiest of brat summers. Life is way too much, so it is once again time to retreat into the ample, nurturing, and supple bosom of fanfiction.

TWs: Weed usage, drinking, cursing, flirting, topical burn.

The three of you walked in silence with Kid leading your group like he had earlier. You thought briefly of telling Tashigi and Smoker that you weren’t taking them up on their offer of a ride, but you thought better of it. They might use it as an opportunity to pressure you into going home. Besides, you didn’t even know where they were; they’d kinda disappeared.

The silence you now walked in with the two men was no longer casual like it’d been earlier. There was a lingering awkwardness that radiated through your group with each step you took. You started to worry that the three of you wouldn’t be able to return to your previous, carefree dynamic after what just happened.

You’d cried in front of them. Not just cried, you’d sobbed. This made you feel self-conscious. While the crying was fairly understandable given the situation, you realized that Kid and Kil were probably the only people who’d seen you cry in the past five years. The little speech that you so confidently gave only moments ago had felt right in the moment, but now that the adrenaline was waning, some discomfort settled in.

Your anxiety, still heightened from your earlier predicament, swirled worries around your head like a hurricane.

You were put in a really dangerous situation because of these two, why are you still following them to their show? What if they don’t even have a show and they’ve just been planning to kidnap you the whole time? Is this what Stockholm syndrome is like? What if the show got canceled or something? Why do you keep thinking about how good it felt to have Kid hold you down? What if, after all this, their band sucks?

You flinched as you walked into something hard. You shook your head. You’d accidentally run into Kid’s huge back.

“Ow! What the hell!” You said rubbing the pain from your nose.

“We’re here, space cadet.” Kid smirked down at you.

Kid had led your party down a maze of winding side streets; you’d just now emerged out of the grid of apartment buildings and warehouses and into a wide thoroughfare with a port on the other side. Kid and Kil jay walked across the thoroughfare; you jogged to keep pace.

The port was what you would expect of a port. It was dark with wide open spaces and stacked shipping containers. You didn’t see any people inside. Separating you from the port was a tall chainlink fence with rows of barbed wire strung along the top.

“Oh god, I am getting kidnapped.” You thought to yourself.

Kid sauntered down the fence line, running his calloused palm against the links. After he went about twenty feet, he coiled his fingers around a split in the fence you previously hadn’t noticed. He used his large arms to flex the opening wider.

“After you, girlie.” He said.

“The concert is in an abandoned port?” You asked.

“It’s on the other side. Cutting through the dockyard is faster.” Kil said.

You sighed. You daintily stepped your right foot through the slit in the fence. Kid was holding it fairly wide but you still didn’t want to get caught on the rusty metal. You had to rotate your body to go into the fence at an angle. This maneuver put your back flush against Kid’s broad chest. As your body touched his, you just barely heard him let out a soft purr. You straightened your back and your face heated as you stooped over to pass through the opening.

Each man pried his own way through the fence with surprising ease. You could’ve done the same, you were fairly muscular, but realized Kid probably wanted to show off anyway.

Once you were all on the other side, Kid led your group diagonally across the unlit dockyard. Without the streetlights, it was getting hard to see.

You thought too much about not being able to see and immediately tripped on your own foot. You shoved your arms out in front of you instinctively to catch your fall, but felt a deft arm tug your waist back upright; Kil had scooped you so quickly you’d barely seen him move.

“Thanks.” You mumbled, embarrassed, as you started walking again.

You saw his surgical mask raise slightly; a sign, you’d deciphered, of a smile.

Kid had never stopped walking, so the two of you hurried to catch back up with the redhead.

After you crossed the wide dockyard, Kid led you through rows of stacked shipping containers. You heard it before you saw it. A low din that quickly became louder with each step you took. Once the roar of voices was loud enough to flood your ears, you saw an open area emerge past the rows of containers in front of you.

The open area was ringed by floodlights and four shipping containers positioned in a circle with a fairly large crowd of people in the middle. The shipping container nearest you was the venue’s stage; instruments and gear were assembled on top with towers of amps on either side. You were obviously entering the venue from the back as the stage was oriented to face away from you. You could see that two of the containers, one on either side of the crowd, were being used as bars. You assumed the fourth, furthest away from the stage, was for tickets.

You exhaled deeply. It’d been a long night but you’d finally made it.

The three of you emerged out from the rows of shipping containers into a smaller open area behind the stage. The area seemed to be used as a greenroom of sorts; there were old couches and chairs scattered about, coolers, vanity mirrors, and tons of instrument and gear cases. Multiple vans had been backed-up to the area as well, one of which you assumed was Kid and Kil’s.

You hadn’t previously thought that other bands would also be playing the gig, but it made sense now that you were at the venue. The green room area was busy; there were probably about thirty people hanging around in different groups. Some were drinking, some were tuning guitars, some were lounged or asleep. Most of them were dressed like Kid and Kil, in punk getups with lots of leather and spikes. You stuck out like a sore thumb.

As the three of you entered the area proper, you saw both of the men put on a bit of a swagger. They normally walked with brusk confidence, but now they were exaggerating this confidence ever so slightly; their pace slowed and shoulders rolled back to show the full extent of their frames. You smirked at their peacocking.

Kid and Kil sauntered towards one of the vans. It was an old Dodge Street Van custom-painted black, grey, and green. The front of the van was painted to be, what looked like, a mosasaurus skull. The van’s sliding doors were adored with a jolly roger made to look like Kid himself. You laughed, imagining how the conversation surrounding choosing their logo went.

There was so much to look at you ended up falling behind. Some of the people in the small groups that were scattered around watched as you passed. You blushed as you felt their eyes roll up and down your body. You heard some disapproving tsks, assumedly about your outfit, and you crossed your arms over your chest defensively.

Once Kid and Kil had gotten to their van, you heard some loud exclaiming.

“Thank fucking god!” a man with long blue hair said as he dapped up Kil and then Kid. The man was fairly tall and shirtless with a muscular build. His chest, arms, and face were covered in line tattoos made to resemble stitches. His tattoos imparted an intimidating quality to an otherwise kind-looking man.

“What took you guys so long?” A taller man who was standing behind the blue-haired guy asked. He was lanky and even taller than Kid; he had to be like 6’7” or 6’8”. The man’s height, while impressive, did not shock you. You’d finally accepted that, for some reason, you were in the company of shockingly large men tonight. The tall man wore fishnet stockings and a black jacket. The hood of his jacket was pulled up but the front was left unzipped, showing off a leather harness he had strapped tightly to his chest.

Damn. You’d have to go to more of these shows if the guys dressed this slutty.

The blue-haired man tried to launch into a conversation, but Kil stopped him.

“Hey, before we get into it,” Kil turned around and motioned in your direction. You trotted up to the group so Kil could introduce you more easily.

“This is (Y/N). She’s a friend. She’s going to be hanging out with us tonight.” Kil said.

You smiled and waved awkwardly.

“Oh,” The blue-haired man said, “Oh, okay. Cool! Hey. I’m Heat.” He pointed to himself.

“And this is Wire” he said, pointing at the taller man behind him. Wire only offered you a stoic nod of recognition.

Kil turned to you.

“Hey, so, I know we just got here, but we’re going to need to do some band stuff before we go on. Gotta tune, go over the setlist and all that. We might be a little busy. Is that…okay?” Kil hesitated in his phrasing.

“I’m not a baby. Go do your ‘band stuff,’ I’ll be fine.” You said, chuckling at him.

“Okay, awesome. You can hang out wherever back here. If anyone asks, just tell them you’re with us.” Kil said.

“Don’t get lost now, doll.” Kid said as he slung a maroon Ibanez guitar over his shoulder.

You rolled your eyes. Before you could say something sarcastic, he’d kicked open a cooler with his combat boot, bent over, grabbed two beers and tossed one to you.

You were taken by surprise but managed to catch the Miller High Life with relative ease.

“Nice” said Heat.

You popped the tab, gave Heat a wink, and turned on your heel.

--

You’d very confidently said that you’d be fine to Kil, but as you sipped your Miller and walked away from the band, you quickly realized that Kid and Kil were the only people here you knew. This realization was a little intimidating. You hesitated deciding where to go, pausing in your tracks.

“Hey!”

You turned around to see who was calling. Tucked down one of the rows in between the stacked shipping containers was a lemon-yellow VW bus. The side doors were slid open, and three people were hanging out around it.

You pointed a finger at your chest.

“Yeah you! Come here” One of them said, barely holding back a giggle.

You’d always been told to not follow strange men’s calls down dark alleys, but you’d already done some pretty dumb stuff tonight so, despite knowing that lost cause is a fallacy, you figured why not do some more.

As you approached the group of people, you noticed that they were all wearing white boiler suits which you found odd. The guy closest to you had been the one calling out. He had long, orange hair that hung loosely out of his turquoise beanie. He and another man wearing a ball cap with ear flaps were leaning against a container wall while a woman was sitting across from them on the side of the bus. The woman wore an orange-striped bandana over her beautiful, coily brown hair.

As you approached the group, you were assaulted by a sticky-sweet cloud of weed smoke. You blinked the loud out of your eyes and waved to clear yourself a path.

“What do you want?” You asked.

The orange-haired guy who’d called out to you giggled. You watched chucklehead number two, Mr. Ear Flaps, elbow the orange-haired stoner into pulling himself together.

“We uh…just wanted to know if you wanted a toke!” He said, holding a joint out to you.

“YOU wanted to know. YOU, Shachi.” The woman clarified, shaking her head.

“Hey! You and Penguin did too!” Shachi said. The man in the ear-flap hat, who you assumed was Penguin, laughed and looked away.

“Sorry about them,” the woman said, “I’m Ikkaku. You’re cute and looked lost so they wanted to invite you over. You’re welcome to take a hit or not. Whatever you prefer.” She winked at you and your heart fluttered.

“I’m (Y/N). Um, sure. I’ll take a hit.” You said, setting down your beer.

Shachi passed you the blunt and flicked a flame to life on his lighter which he offered to you with experienced ease. You put one end of the blunt to your lips and dipped the other in the dancing flame.

As you were lighting the blunt, a third man emerged from behind the VW bus.

The man was lanky, that’s for sure. He was decently tall with a long back and arms. His skin was olive-tan with spots of vitiligo in places. His hair was jet black and jut out of his fuzzy white ballcap (another odd accessory if you’d ever seen one) in all different directions. He wore skinny jeans, boots, and a lemon yellow dress shirt that he kept unbuttoned to his waist, exposing his intricately tattooed heart and skull motif chest piece. He sported a soul patch like Kil, but had long side burns to match. His dark brown eyes were lined with kohl and he had multiple gold hoops dangling from each of his ears.

Your eyes met his and your jaw quite literally dropped from how handsome he was.

Your jaw going slack caused the blunt to slip out from between your lips. Luckily, you were able to quickly snag it out of the air before it hit the ground, but you ended up burning your palm on the blunt’s lit end.

You cursed under your breath as you fumbled the blunt back into your mouth.

Shachi and Penguin both chuckled at your clumsiness.

“You okay?” Ikkaku asked.

“I’m fine but my pride isn’t.” You responded.

“Don’t worry girl, I got you,” Shachi said as he bent back over to you with his lighter.

As you relit the blunt and took a proper draw, you tried your best not to ogle the handsome man who’d now joined the circle.

“Law, check her hand. She burnt it on the blunt.” Ikkaku said.

The handsome, tattooed man began to approach you.

“Oh, it’s nothing! It’s fine I’m just stupid. I—”

You fumbled words out of your mouth but the man paid your protests no mind. Once he was less than two feet away from you, he stuck out his hand, palm-side up.

“Lemme see. I’m a doctor.” He said, staring you in the eyes.

You thought it was weird for a doctor to be in what you assumed was a quirky, stoner punk band but he said the fact so nonchalantly that you believed him.

Your mouth still agape, you placed your left hand face-up in the man’s grip and passed Shachi back the blunt with your right.

His tattooed fingers gently but firmly inspected your hand. He peered down at the burn and ran the tip of his pointer finger over the mark. You expected it to hurt but his touch was gentle enough that you didn’t wince at all.

“I mean, it’s a burn Ikkaku. I think she’ll live.” He said flatly, still looking at your hand.

He looked back up at you and said, “You’re gonna want to run this under water at some point. It’ll probably blister but you’ll be fine. Does it hurt?”

You stared into his dark brown eyes and managed to stammer out “Uh. No.”

“Good,” He said unceremoniously, dropping your hand and turning around to walk back to his place in the circle.

Ikkaku locked eyes with you over the man’s shoulder as he walked away and winked at you. Shachi and Penguin giggled again.

“(Y/N) this is Law. He’s our bandleader. Law, this is (Y/N), Shachi’s crush” Ikkaku smirked.

Law leaned his long body on the side of the yellow VW bus and took the blunt from Shachi.

“Is that right, Shachi?” Law asked, amused.

“No! I mean, only if you’re interested.” Shachi said, wiggling his orange eyebrows at you.

Penguin lost it and started rolling against the container wall in laughter. You and Ikkaku both snorted and even Law chuckled lightly as he exhaled smoke.

“Don’t answer that,” Ikkaku said to you, accepting the blunt pass from Law.

“Well I’m technically here with a rival band so I wouldn’t want to cause a war,” you joked, picking back up your Miller and taking a swig.

“Oh really? What band?” Shachi asked.

“You’re gonna think I’m crazy, but I actually don’t know their name. I’m just friends with two of the members.” You said sheepishly.

“That’s okay. We know most of the people here. What are their names?” Penguin asked.

“Eustass Kid and Kil,” You said, Law’s attention snapped toward you.

“You’re here with the Victoria Punks?” Shachi asked incredulously.

“Um. I guess so.” You responded.

“Aw, I knew it was too good to be true” Shachi lamented.

“What does that mean?” You asked, slightly taken aback.

“Well, you were fairly spot on before. They’re one of our main rivals. So you being one of their groupies—” Ikkaku explained.

“Oh, I’m not one of their groupies!” You cut-in.

Was that true? Weren’t you kind of a groupie? You didn’t really have a better way to explain your presence backstage at the gig.

“Wait, Kid and Kil have groupies? Plurl?” You asked.

“They always have a gaggle of women following them around,” Penguin said with a hint of jealousy.

“Law specifically has female fans too but he doesn’t let them hang out with the band,” Shachi said, also with a hint of jealousy.

“Well, I’m not here to be arm candy. I’m just a friend.” You laughed.

Were you just a friend? Were you not just here to be arm candy?

Law stared at you silently from across the circle. You could feel his intense gaze studying you and you realized you probably shouldn’t have said anything about Kid and Kil.

“Oh shit, Law shouldn’t we go over some stuff for the set?” Penguin said, checking his watch.

“Yeah that’s probably a good idea,” Law acknowledged.

“Um. Thanks for the hit. It was nice to meet you guys! I hope you have a great set, but I should probably get back before they think I’m lost.” You said, awkwardly excusing yourself.

“It was really nice to meet you, (Y/N)! We’ll definitely see you later.” Ikkaku waved at you cheerily.

You turned and began walking back to the green room area, still feeling eyes on your back.

[ken-dom]

What’s Left In Me

Lars Lindstrom x Bianca

2.2k words

Summary: Lars needs to make sure Bianca knows she belongs to him, and really, isn’t there only one way to do that?

Author’s notes: Goosecord made me do it (never mind that I wanted to shhh). Title is song lyrics from the Lars playlist as usual

Warnings/content: nsfw, possessive Lars, use of a sex doll, loss of virginity?, fingering, clothed sex, mention of oral sex, if you’re not aware Bianca is a sex doll but he doesn’t canonically use her for sex, I guess the dove isn’t dead but I would still be very weary of eating it, seriously please do not read this if you don’t like the idea of Lars getting frisky with Bianca — or if you think he never would (I don’t really disagree but I HAD to explore it, please forgive me and please skip this if it's not for you)

‘Talk to her, Lars,’ Karin soothed, rubbing at Lars’s back. ‘Go on.’

Lars ignored the slowly burning warmth where her hand massaged circles between his shoulder blades. He had enough layers on after all, and with a deep breath, he silently reminded himself that it wasn’t her fault she needed to touch people so much.

‘What if she’s mad at me,’ he uttered under his breath, body stuck somewhere between trembling and freezing up. 

He did want to speak to Bianca though. He wanted… No. He was too scared to think it.

‘I’m sure if you explain how you’ve been feeling and hear her out, she won’t be mad at you. She loves you, Lars. More than anything.’

Lars nodded with a forced smile and stood so abruptly, Karin’s hand dropped to the sofa with a soft thud.

He turned back to her, lost for words, then forward forward again, flexing his fingers and squeezing his eyes shut for a moment before heading toward the stairs.

Bianca had gone straight up to the pink room when she returned home. She didn’t even acknowledge Lars. And he couldn’t actually blame her when he thought about it.

He felt his heart hammering in his chest as he climbed. When he reached the top, Lars could see that the door of the pink room was ajar, and he took another deep, steadying breath as he approached it and knocked gently. A stark contrast to the energy with which he’d roared at her before she left.

‘Bianca,’ he whispered through the crack in the door, and to his relief she finally acknowledged him.

Lars entered slowly with his head hung low. He didn’t think she seemed put off by his presence, so he clicked the door shut behind him and pressed on.

Bianca was relaxing against the pillow, already in her pretty nightdress. He took a seat on the mattress by her feet, careful not to disturb her. She looked beautiful, he thought.

‘Bianca, I’m sorry,’ he started quietly, turning his body to face her properly and placing a gentle hand on her bare shin without thinking. ‘I shouldn’t have spoken to you that way. It- it wasn’t really about Scrabble. I mean, I do love our Scrabble nights, but it was more about how I’ve been… feeling recently.’

Bianca listened intently as Lars felt the floodgates open. He had always loved how she listened. She had so many skills.

‘I… well, see, when you came here to be with me, I thought it would be just that; me and you. You know? That I’d have you all to myself. And now you’re so busy all the time, even busier than I am, and I have a lot of stuff to do – you should see how much wood I chopped tonight while you were out!’ Lars’s thumb had begun to massage slow, soothing shapes into Bianca’s leg. ‘You know what the thing is, though? Everybody wants a piece of you, but-’

Lars knew where he wanted that sentence to go, but something about it felt wrong, so he stopped himself. Bianca, of course, picked up on the sudden change of atmosphere, and as a result Lars whipped his hand away from her leg, realising he’d been caressing the flesh just below her knee the whole time he’d been talking. 

Only… she hadn’t shied away from it. And neither had he. It actually felt pretty good.

‘Bianca…’

Hands trembling, he slowly reached back to her, pushing the hem of her nightgown up, above her knees.

‘Bianca… are you sure about this?’

She agreed, and before he knew it, his hand was firmly beneath the skirt of her nightdress, tenderly rubbing at her thigh.

‘What was I going to say? I suppose I should be honest with you, I owe you that much at least.’

Lars was talking with incredibly measured precision,watching his hand move hypnotically beneath the thin pink fabric. He could feel Bianca nodding her encouragement for him to go on. 

Something snapped inside him. It wasn’t like earlier, when he’d needed to chop wood to calm himself. This was a different, urgent kind of need that his first instinct was to try and suppress.

‘I was going to say that, lately, everybody wants a piece of you,’ he breathed, his whispered voice trembling a little until he finally growled, ‘but you’re supposed to be mine.’

With both hands, he tugged Bianca downward on the bed, shifting to kneel between her legs. Two strong hands grabbed her thighs and spread them, getting her into a comfortable position.

He froze then, reality suddenly dawning on him.

He was in Gus and Karin’s house right now, and Karin was downstairs, so they’d need to be quiet. He and Bianca weren’t married, which for some reason made his cock twitch in his trousers despite the clench in his gut. And to top it off, Lars was a virgin.

He’d been too scared to ask Bianca, assuming that she was a virgin too. She must be. But he supposed that was about to change.

He’d never intended to do this. To defile her. Especially not before marriage. Especially not so soon after she arrived here, but he’d been curious, he couldn’t deny, and tonight the final straw was the spark he felt when he thought about how she was his and his only. How if he claimed her in a way no one else could, she would truly belong to him, even if she was out every night of the week.

Lars blinked furiously and then squeezed his eyes shut, fingers bruisingly rough on Bianca’s tender thighs.

He didn’t have any condoms. Why would he? He thought briefly about checking for some in Gus and Karin’s bathroom, but since Bianca couldn’t have children of her own, and they were both virgins, he thought better of interrupting. He did want to claim her after all, and what better way to do that than pump her full to the brim?

Strangely, Bianca had arrived complete with a pitifully small tube of lube included in the crate. Lars had dropped it into his pocket last minute when disposing of the packaging she’d arrived in, not wanting anyone to find it in his trash and think him some sort of deviant. No, better to keep it safe and out of sight.

He was wearing the same trousers tonight, as luck would have it. He fished it out of his pocket and held it up for Bianca to see.

‘See? It’ll help you feel more comfortable.’

He flashed her a big smile and removed the lid, squeezing half the contents into his palm and rubbing his hands together to warm it.

‘Let me help you…’

His hand disappeared up her nightgown again, fumbling with her underwear briefly before easily slipping a finger inside.

‘Oh, you’re already so prepared for me… does this feel good? You like my fingers?’ he cooed, massaging her folds with his thumb as his finger pumped carefully, coating her, inside and out, in the slippery fluid. ‘Shhh… remember we need to be quiet!’

Heat flooded his core as he watched her take his fingers, cock straining against the inside of his trousers now, and for the first time in his life he felt like he needed more. Like he needed to remove layers and feel touch and be closer.

He gently removed his hand from between Bianca’s thighs and hastily pulled his sweater over his head, tearing his shirt and tie away too, revealing the first of his two underlayers, long sleeves and unbuttoned at the neck.

He wouldn’t take off Bianca’s nightgown, though. Some things were just too sacred, and he could respect her enough to let her keep it on. Perhaps until they were married, at least, then he could undress her slowly and make every square inch of her shiver with anticipation for him.

Tonight he just needed to make her entirely his, and he knew that it was what she wanted – no, needed, too.

He crawled forward and hovered over her, eyes roaming her pretty face, lingering on her lips.

‘We’ll be married one day soon,’ he whispered through a crooked smile, ‘so it doesn’t matter really. You’re not worried about that, are you?’

Lars’s lips met Bianca’s in a desperate, hungry kiss, and when he pulled away a tear fell from his eye, dropping onto her flawless cheek.

‘You’re so beautiful,’ he sniffled, ‘so beautiful… hey, don’t cry.’

He wiped his spilled tear from her cheek as if it were her own.

‘Do you really want this? With me?’

Lars breathed a sigh of relief. ‘Alright,’ he chuckled, ‘and don’t worry, ok? I’ll be gentle with you.’

With one hand he clumsily unfastened and pushed his trousers down enough to free his aching cock, guiding it to her entrance.

‘If it hurts, just tell me, alright? We can take it slow,’ he whispered, carefully pushing in and hissing at the sensation of her walls enveloping his length. ‘Ah! You’re so… so wet and… and tight…’

She felt so good, precum leaked steadily from his tip already despite not having moved yet.

He could feel her stretching around him, feel her pleasure-pain unfold as he stilled and let her adjust to his size.

‘I know, I know, you’ll get used to it, sweetheart. I’ll make it feel good, ok? Are you ready?’

His hips rolled slowly at first, increasing in speed with every impatient thrust. Bianca seemed to clench around him as he found his rhythm, and he managed to wrap one of her legs up and around his waist as he drove into her harder, a hand sneaking between their bodies to explore her folds again.

‘Y-you like that?’ he whispered breathlessly. ‘You gonna cum for me?’

With his other hand, he gripped her jaw between his thumb and forefinger, forcing her to look at him, her lips popping open as he squeezed.

‘You are gonna cum for me, aren’t you?’ he growled, pressing his forehead to hers, ‘Because you- are- mine. Say it. Say that you’re- mine.’ 

His words were punctuated with the snapping of his hips, and Bianca’s heel dug into his lower back in a silent plea for more, which he eagerly gave as he awaited her response.

The bed creaked beneath them as Lars went harder. Bianca didn’t seem to care about the noise, or the integrity of the furniture, when she was in the throes of passion with Lars. She must really have wanted him after all.

When Lars was satisfied that Bianca understood who she belonged to, he pressed his big, warm palm over her mouth, keeping any other noise she might make to a minimum. He could feel he was close to release and knew that she must be too by the way she was arching her back off the bed.

‘Oh… ohhh- mmh…  you belong to me. You understand? No one else can- ugh!- do this to you. No one else can make you- ha!- feel like th- ohhhhnnggmmnn-’

Lars felt a burst of uncontrollable heat spread through every part of his body, his vision turning white as a thick creamy rope erupted from his tip and filled Bianca, who he could feel was mid-orgasm already. He continued to fuck erratically into her and eagerly massaging her clit until he felt his cock softening inside her walls, and collapsed in a heap on top of her.

‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry, are you ok?’ Lars muttered breathlessly, pulling himself up to hover a mere inch from her face, her beautiful eyes sparkling up at him.

He kissed her sweetly. So sweetly you’d never guess he’d just filled her with his seed in a frenzied culmination of his deepest, darkest thoughts and feelings.

He shifted his hips to pull out, feeling a trickle of warm wetness follow.

‘Don’t worry about the mess, ok? I’ll clean us both up. Wait right there.’

And Bianca did just that while Lars, with hastily fastened trousers and hair in disarray, shuffled off down the hallway to the nearest bathroom to fetch a towel.

When he returned, he paused in the doorway to just look at her. She really was perfect.

Half an hour later, and after a hurried conversation with Karin during which Lars avoided eye contact and assured her he had firmly made up with Bianca and that he’d apologised thoroughly, he was laid in bed, struggling to sleep. He couldn’t stop thinking about her, about how he should be with her now, holding her in his arms and whispering sweet nothings about how good she was and how good she made him feel.

He had told her those things, of course, in great detail as he cleaned his seed from between her thighs and attempted to remove the stain on her nightgown and kissed her forehead. But he missed her so much now that he’d shared such intimacy with her, he hadn’t even bothered showering yet. He wanted to smell her on his skin. 

He wondered if she would want to do it again, or if she really would want to wait until after marriage now that she’d had a small taste. Lars wasn’t sure he could wait very long before needing to chase those delicious sensations again, and he had a feeling Bianca would be ok with that.

Lars eventually fell asleep imagining what Bianca might taste like, and vaguely made the decision that tomorrow night, he would find out for himself.

[minijenn]

Jen Tortures Herself With Every Dreamworks Animated Movie Ever: The Penguins of Madagascar

We've finally reached another Dreamworks spinoff, this time focusing on that lovable flock of flightless agents from the Madagascar trilogy. It kind of just makes sense to give the Penguins their own movie, ya know? They're really fun characters to watch in short bursts in the original movies, but how well do they fare as the stars of their own film? Let's get into it.

We pick up after the events of Madagascar 3, with Skipper, Private, Kowalski, and Rico facing the menacing Dave, an octopus who was scorned by the penguins becoming more popular than him back at the New York Zoo. Now, he vows revenge against all penguins, and it's up to our squad to stop his schemes, while clashing with the rival agency, North Wind.

It's a pretty fun setup with a pretty fun execution, all things considered. It's well-paced despite its fast moving action sequences and its just as quickly paced (and often very over the top) sense of humor. It's tone skews very silly, perhaps even sillier than the already very silly Madagascar 3, and yet... I think it works. The Penguins themselves are already pretty over the top personalities, so putting them in a plot like this and just letting them do their thing works so well to the movie's advantage. Even so, I think it might have just been a little too... ridiculous at points for me, and while some of the jokes are really great, others skew a little... low brow (some potty humor here and there and a few gags that outstayed their welcome).

Still, I do like the Penguins as characters in this. They're a bit less compitent than usual, but that makes sense; we wouldn't want them as sharply skilled and successful here as they were in the Madagascar trilogy, otherwise we wouldn't have a conflict. The emotional journey here definitely focuses on Skipper and Private, with Private yearning to be viewed as a valuable member of the team and Skipper learning to appreciate him as just that. It leads to some genuinely sweet moments between them, I think. As for our new characters, we have North Wind, and they're just... ok. Not a whole lot to them, each of them are pretty one-note and they're just sort of there to be rivals, later allies for the Penguins.

As for our villain, I really liked Dave! He's a petty bitch and matches the comedy of this movie perfectly. Since he's an octopus, they were really able to flex with him in the animation department, so not only is a fun antagonist to listen to, he's even more fun to watch in motion.

The animation itself is pretty good. Like I said, lots of fast-paced action befitting the kind of hijinks the Penguins usually get up to. Nothing too impressive here, again, aside from the animation on Dave, which is genuinely unhinged and I love it. The music is also pretty good, with a lot of that snazzy spy jazz you're probably used to from a movie like this.

So yeah, the Penguins of Madgascar is pretty ok, though I don't think it really matches the quality of any of the other Madagascar movies that came before it. It's just a nice, fun little romp of a film that doesn't really do or say a whole, because, well, it doesn't really need to. It is exactly what it says its going to be, an adventure with the Penguins and Madagascar. And I think it does a pretty good job of being that.

Overall Rating: 6/10

Verdict: Consume a bag of delicious Cheesy Dibbles

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[blazevillains]

Listen grian nobody touches my bush.You’re done. It all started when grian touched my redstone He played himself like like like a xylophone set on automatic doc monster is a savage with technical skill and crazy vocal acrobatics im a legend of the nho with etho beef and double o doc mc is coming for you sevenfold we’ve got rendog and other firemen to douse the flames that you shoot at this leviathan iskall can try again Yo you think i’m in hiding im just biding my time putting pen to paper coming up with rhymes were the star studded group that got together just to crush you once we start something you know we’re gonna see it through im the knight the soldier who brings the fight at first light y’all had to incite so now i gotta indict You’re Guilty. of getting murdered with words y’all are outgunned go home nerds Hermitgang 16x If you think you can stop the symmetry that’s false g team is dialing for help but i’m ignoring their calls and when their bodies dissolve you’ll know that false is on a killing spree.Try to stop my pvp and perish painfully uh huh im the queen of hearts heads and body parts your diamond armor can’t compare to.My martial arts i’ll send a poison dart. To make them breathe their final breath. G team’s name will be the only thing left CAFFEINATED ANIMATED REDSTONE INNOVATOR my behavior’s crazy can’t phase me Impulse is never lazy tango why would you betray me now my scope is aiming Better run for cover from all the ghast balls that i be taming Without a sound without no hesitation my creations are amazing better watch your step or the g team will end up blazing. Who’s the better team there is no controversy but before we’re said and done y’all be begging us for mercy Hermitgang 16x X gon give it to ya i’m gon give it to ya X gon give it to ya Whaaaaaat lyrical boxing dropping blows on all my foes and the g team they’re lookin unclean needin some sunscreen getting burnt by words to hurt this herd of nerds it’s absurd how my rhymes got them injured Danger Danger i got lasers to cut em up like razors it’s flexing season and i’ve got flavor their weak defenses like trenches and fences that these dense heads are presenting. They’re presenting them alright they’re not very good i could walk over that.I could jump over that i could use an ender pearl use my elytra come on g team jeez Hermitgang 16x Now i’m back got some things i wanna say Yeah what’s the letter that starts the alphabet Ay ladies get in line the diggity be on the way Kiff cleo don’t know who she freakin with Who all the signs say to notify her next of kin this diggity dog be dropping bombs nothing but hits Ay spit that rhyme again Brrt but the message is.I can mumble rap and still be the best there is Hermitgang 16x Oh you wanted me to do a verse.I gotta check with g team. I don’t have the rest of mumbo’s bit memorized.Bananas

damn xisuma bone mage arc gone too far 😟

[eldritchfaggot]

heyyyyy ^_^ Listen grian nobody touches my bush.You’re done. It all started when grian touched my redstone He played himself like like like a xylophone set on automatic doc monster is a savage with technical skill and crazy vocal acrobatics im a legend of the nho with etho beef and double o doc mc is coming for you sevenfold we’ve got rendog and other firemen to douse the flames that you shoot at this leviathan iskall can try again Yo you think i’m in hiding im just biding my time putting pen to paper coming up with rhymes were the star studded group that got together just to crush you once we start something you know we’re gonna see it through im the knight the soldier who brings the fight at first light y’all had to incite so now i gotta indict You’re Guilty. of getting murdered with words y’all are outgunned go home nerds Hermitgang 16x If you think you can stop the symmetry that’s false g team is dialing for help but i’m ignoring their calls and when their bodies dissolve you’ll know that false is on a killing spree.Try to stop my pvp and perish painfully uh huh im the queen of hearts heads and body parts your diamond armor can’t compare to.My martial arts i’ll send a poison dart. To make them breathe their final breath. G team’s name will be the only thing left CAFFEINATED ANIMATED REDSTONE INNOVATOR my behavior’s crazy can’t phase me Impulse is never lazy tango why would you betray me now my scope is aiming Better run for cover from all the ghast balls that i be taming Without a sound without no hesitation my creations are amazing better watch your step or the g team will end up blazing. Who’s the better team there is no controversy but before we’re said and done y’all be begging us for mercy Hermitgang 16x X gon give it to ya i’m gon give it to ya X gon give it to ya Whaaaaaat lyrical boxing dropping blows on all my foes and the g team they’re lookin unclean needin some sunscreen getting burnt by words to hurt this herd of nerds it’s absurd how my rhymes got them injured Danger Danger i got lasers to cut em up like razors it’s flexing season and i’ve got flavor their weak defenses like trenches and fences that these dense heads are presenting. They’re presenting them alright they’re not very good i could walk over that.I could jump over that i could use an ender pearl use my elytra come on g team jeez Hermitgang 16x Now i’m back got some things i wanna say Yeah what’s the letter that starts the alphabet Ay ladies get in line the diggity be on the way Kiff cleo don’t know who she freakin with Who all the signs say to notify her next of kin this diggity dog be dropping bombs nothing but hits Ay spit that rhyme again Brrt but the message is.I can mumble rap and still be the best there is Hermitgang 16x Oh you wanted me to do a verse.I gotta check with g team. I don’t have the rest of mumbo’s bit memorized.Bananas

Why

[royalty-and-roses]

Allannia's Question

920 word count, m!receiving oral, f!receiving praise, petnames, teaching (ig?)

An was dumbfounded by his sweet girl’s question. He blinked at her slowly, a string of silence falling between them as he tried to process what she was asking. “Huh?” he finally managed to get out. 

“Can I try… putting my mouth on it?” she asked, her cheeks bright red as he made her repeat herself. 

Recovering quickly, he grinned at her. “I would never stop you from doing something you want to.” He solidified his answer with a kiss to her nose. “Go ahead, take the lead, I want to see what you can do; I promise I won’t get in the way.” An urged her on with a soft smack to her rear. 

Allannia jumped a bit, fumbling a bit as she scrambled to get on top of her lover. Things started as they usually did to help her ease in: some simple kisses and light touches. He kept his end of the deal, showing a surprising amount of restraint, especially with the soft palming she was doing over his pants. 

Soon, she began kissing down his neck and torso; a skill he presumed that she learned from him. In complete honesty, he got more enjoyment from watching her than the actual acts she was performing, but he gave her soft, approving grunts and groans nonetheless. 

His abs flexed as she kissed down his stomach and he looked down at her with a bit of a smug smile. When her lips found the waistband of his pants, her blue eyes scanned his face in an uncharacteristically analytical way. An couldn’t help but notice a worried glint in her stare as well. 

“Hey,” he said softly, one of his large hands coming down to cup her cheek. “why are you looking at me like that, sweet thing?”

She frowned, realizing how apparent her emotions were on her face. “I’m just trying to feel you out, find the things and places you like.”

A deep chuckle left him that filled her momentarily with a feeling of humiliation, like he was looking down on her. “You’re so cute.” The words fell from his lips easily, as if he was saying them unconsciously. “I’ll tell you when it feels good, there’s no secret signal you have to look for.”

“But what if you don’t like it?”

“Lannie, look at you.” he laughed, running his hands over her curves and squeezing firmly to make his point. “What’s there not to like?” 

She pouted a bit still, feeling like he missed the point of what she was saying. Chuckling a bit again, he tilted her head back to look at him. “Listen, if there’s things you need to learn, I’ll teach you. That doesn’t mean that I won’t like it the first time though. You wanted to try, so I want to let you try. I’m not going to judge my pretty little virgin’s head skills.”

Allannia blushed bright red. His reassurance was helpful, but that last comment flustered her to no end. 

“Aww, you just want to be good, don’t ya, baby?” he cooed, rubbing his thumb over her warm cheek.

Her stomach fluttered at this and she nodded, leaning her head into his large hand. 

“Use your words, lemme hear that pretty voice.” His dark eyes traced her blushing features. Allannia whined softly at him, looking away, only to be nudged back by a tap of his fingers. “Go ahead.” 

“I just wanna be good…” she mumbled. “An, I just wanna be your good girl.” she said a bit louder, with a lot more certainty in her voice. 

He couldn’t help the grin that overtook his face at her words. “Thatta girl,” he praised her before gripping her jaw and kissing her lips. “You can do it.” 

Now released from his grip, Allannia slowly pulled apart the knot holding his pants up at the waist. A soft sigh of relief left him as she pulled him from the confines of his boxers. 

“You don’t have to try fittin’ your mouth around the whole thing, use your hands too.” he advised her. “You got that look on your face, like you don’t know how to make it fit.” he chuckled, stroking her hair gently. 

Allannia pouted a bit at his comment, feeling like she had to prove a point now. Finally, she pressed a kiss to the tip, making a deep exhale leave him. “That’s it, you got it.” 

Looking through her eyelashes, she got to see how much of a mess she was making him. This encouraged her to take a few chances; namely, licking a long stripe up the underside of it. An shuddered, tangling his hand into her curls. After peppering a few more kisses around the tip, she tried to take him into her mouth. 

“That’s it.” he repeated, this time in a groan. It went relatively well, until the tip was hitting the back of her throat. An couldn’t help but moan when he felt her gag on it, there was just something about the way he was too big for her that really turned him on. 

She kept at it, still trying to go down further, but her efforts were futile as she continued to gag. With a soft chuckle, he helped her up. Heat rushed to his stomach when he saw the tears that were pricking the corners of her eyes. 

“Alright, alright,” he said, wiping her tears. “You proved it to me, pretty, you did a good job.” he grinned at her, kissing her cheeks.

[rosaacicularis]

which was more culturally significant, the renaissance or hermitgang

[samsvenn]

Hc of the M/S boys trying to impress their s/o

𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐬 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

tw! talks of self-harm

𝐒𝐡𝐮

If you somehow made this man walk and talk just to get your attention, you need to RUN because his failed talking stages are AFTER you.

Music is obviously the way to go for this man. He hears you talking to someone about a song you can’t remember but it’s on the tip of your tongue? He’ll make his own version using the snippet of the melody you hummed to your friend. You’re checking out the soundtrack for a video game? Best believe he’ll try his best to navigate Youtube because he’s a little shriveled boomer on the inside; just so he can see what he’s got to work with.

Shu trying to impress you is unfortunately not the best experience though. Because Shu heavily relies on his hearing to surprise you later on, there might be moments where he’ll audibly spy on the things you’re listening to. If you’re listening to an artist on Spotify or YouTube, there might be a good chance that Shu’s in the vicinity, analyzing his best tactics to approach you.

After all that effort, Shu will prepare a private one-on-one live solo of all the things he’s studied about you. The genre you lean towards, the scale that often appears in the things you’ve listened to, his shirt being slightly undone in the chance that you stop focusing on him and start focusing on his body, all that topped off with cheap flowers and his violin - just to have a chance at impressing you.

𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐣𝐢

Being a perfectionist, Reiji needs lots of time to prepare on how he’ll steal your attention and completely fixate on him. The issue with him is that he doesn’t want to admit he’s putting all of this effort for you. So there’s a mental battle before Reiji finally settles on the fact that he wants to impress you. 

Subtle. In the beginning, Reiji’s quite subtle and his demeanor towards you seems more lenient. But as his meticulous planning and patience grow thin, he’ll become more obvious to the point where he’s become ‘nice’, or as nice as Reiji can get.

Being a handicraftsman, Reiji will try to impress you using his knowledge and how far his dexterity can go. In simpler terms, he wants to show you how lucky and skilled he is for you if he was yours. But in return, you have to notice his efforts before his pride and inferiority complex gets in the way. Expect complex origami cranes on the areas you frequent that get more and more convoluted after each day passes. 

Flower arrangements flooded with hidden meanings, inviting you to go tea shopping with him, night walks to the museum because he knows your favorite bakery’s nearby, asking you if you need help in a specific subject, he’s simple when he needs to be and extravagant when the situation calls for it.

LOVES when you get giddy over the things he does. He hides it quite well but when you tell him about how pretty the paper cranes are or how you want to go tea shopping again because you want to learn more about Pu-erh tea he’s been talking about? His ring finger’s bare.

𝐀𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐨

Invites you to all his basketball games and you’re the best seat possible. Might end up scoring less because he’s hyper-focused on looking his best, rather than performing his best.

Extremely loud. He wants you to give ALL your attention to him. It doesn’t matter if you’re in pain, if you’re sad, if you’re upset, the attention MUST stay on him.

Randomly throws his basketball at you in the manor. Thought it was something “alpha guys” did because it showed how assertive they were. He does this thing where he spins the ball on the tips on his fingers and goes “Ha! Like what you see babe?” 

Forces you to go to arcades with him so that he’ll steal as many tickets from the basketball tossing  rings then get you a plushie from a claw machine that resembles him. Yes, he’ll spray it with axe body spray so that it smells like him too. He’s seen guys do this in romcoms so it’ll be a one way ticket to your heart, right?

Flexes his biceps when he’s opening something. He rolls up his sleeves to his shoulders, calls out to you, then proceeds to show off by opening a pickle jar. 

Calls you petnames and when you call him out on it, he downplays and diverts it. Gaslighting runs in the family genes. “Eh-? You’re the weird one for insinuating that it means something special, y’know. Why? You wanna be special to the Great Ayato? Of course you do!”

𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐨

Being Kanato’s crush and him trying to impress you is the most surreal thing you’ll ever experience because to the untrained eye, there’s LOTS of mixed signals that it looks like a disco ball. 

Gifts you taxidermied cute-looking animals done by him. Most of them are birds like owls, finches and kingfishers because creating a soft-mount taxidermy cat is too time consuming for the schedule he’s on a.k.a tending to Teddy.

Starts to hum more when he’s around you. If there’s one thing Kanato’s confident in, it’s his vocal ability. That being said, Kanato won’t change himself for you but rather, he’ll try to make you love parts of himself until it becomes one big complete piece. You don’t like raspberry pudding? Too bad because you’re gonna feed him one now.

A very, very thin line between charming and coercing you into believing he’s perfect. 

Might actually just try to emotionally brainwash you. He doesn’t want to admit that you’re becoming more important than Teddy and is in denial because he’s spending his days thinking about what you two could be. ‘Impressing’ you in Kanato’s terms means imprisoning you all to himself. His impulse control isn’t the greatest, nor is his patience. If he wants you, he’ll snatch you for himself if you’re taking too long to notice his advances.

𝐋𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐨

Sickeningly suave. He’ll place beautifully calligraphic letters on your desk and each of them is painfully sweet. 

Teases you in French. Laito’s a cunning linguist (HA) and wants to show off what his tongue is capable of before he ends up demonstrating tied cherry stems. 

“If you think that’s impressive, wait till’ you see why my nails are per • fect • ly clipped and buffed~”

Acts like a sponge and indulges himself in the hobbies you’re in. You’re showing a growing interest in nail care? Laito, somehow, conveniently slips into your life, offering a helping hand and jesus he’s good- Being a people pleaser is one of the things Laito’s not proud to admit, but it comes in handy when dealing with his growing interest in you.

French poetry. There’s only so much the English/Japanese language can offer. Both languages differ in the figurative limits they offer with Japanese being the better out of the two, but ironically coming from Laito, love doesn’t need a literal medium when it can be expressed in ways that only the heart can understand. What else goes better with emotions than sappy poetry? 

“Ne, have you heard of this poem before? ‘Ce baiser est un sceau par qui ma vie est close: Et comme on peut trouver un serpent sous des fleurs, J’ai rencontré ma mort sur un bouton de rose.(This kiss is a seal by which my life is closed: And just as one can find a serpent beneath the flowers, I’ve found my death on the bud of a rose.’ Kiss me now and let’s see how close François L’Hermite was.”

𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐮

Secretly one of those Deco Toploaders but make it CD covers. Pays close attention to the style of clothing you wear daily so that he can surprise you by burning CDs (putting songs into a blank disc) and decorating it with stuff he assumes you like. 

Please don’t tell him you don’t have a CD player - it’ll break his heart. 

If you’re into the same bands as him, he’ll try to save his monthly allowance to get you posters or free merch. Alternatively, he’ll also ask if you want to make unofficial posters with him. You have to be in charge with the creative side and the intricate details because he doesn’t fair well with the possibility that he’ll mess up everything because he’s too ‘aggressive’ poor thing

Give him a bass and you’ll see a different side of him. Doesn’t do too well with walking basslines, but there’s something attractive about seeing Subaru so intent on impressing you that his chubby cheeks puff up and his blue veins strain and tense under his pale translucent skin. The duality is truly a sight to behold.

𝐑𝐮𝐤𝐢

Honestly the best malewife material so you best believe that Ruki will prove why he’s the best person to be with; via action, not words. You’re tired? He’ll rub big circles on your back and ask you what your favorite incense is. Don’t like incense because of the smoke? He’ll try heating up calming scented oils that aren't just jasmine.

Ruki’s possibly unmatched when it comes to impressing his crush because his past human history gives him the edge purebloods and founders don’t. Man was emotionally manipulative whether for better or for worse when he was just a kid, so there’s not a lot of thinking involved unlike Reiji - it all comes naturally. 

Even if you don’t read books, Ruki will make bookmarks based on his likings and give them to you. He’ll say they’re nothing more than paper sentients, a lucky charm at most. A simple, yet loudest sign of his deep affection. 

Perhaps it’s symbolic; paper, as fragile as it is, can convey vivid things the mouth and brain can’t.

Shows you that he’s caring. You may not think of it as anything special considering that he’s the eldest so it should be expected, but it’s different - being caring to people other than his brothers leaves him vulnerable, exposed, raw. When he checks up on you, lets himself answer your unguarded questions the way regular human friends do or in the rarest circumstances, let him read you to sleep, that’s when he knows impressing you goes deeper than he should’ve let. 

𝐊𝐨𝐮

Materialistic feats that make Silicon Valley look like spare change. Drives around in big intimidating SUVs or a modded 2020 Honda NSX wrapped in matte pastel pink. He’s got enough cash to throw and definitely enough for any human to do a double take. Money makes the world go round, right?

Gives you VIP tickets to concerts so that he can be closer to you without any of his fans complaining. If they can’t afford the price tag, then there’s no stones to throw at you. 

Signed albums, rare vinyls, photocards that show his best angles and could make a nun blush, miniature plushies with all of his concept clothes included, you might as well be a merch store. Kou’s giving you everything he has from his best looks to a little peek at a carefully fabricated ‘soft’ side. He can sing, he can dance, he knows what his face is capable of, all of this is enough to impress you, right?

Relies on his reputation as an idol rather than his genuine self.

Kinda depressing if you think about it.

𝐘𝐮𝐦𝐚

Big dumb himbo coming your way. Don’t tell him your favorite fruit or vegetable or else you’ll have a mountain of them by the end of spring. 

He’ll try to germinate some flower seeds from scratch but eventually scraps them. Caring for edibles is far easier than growing flowers because one slight difference in the PH levels of soil, how consistent the watering is, direct exposure to sunlight, etc etc, can drastically alter flowers. 

They also require a level of patience Yuma’s not used to. 

On the contrary, he’s the type to dry flowers whenever you two spend time outdoors. Little mementos like that one time you fell into a pond, Yuma accidentally burning his s’mores to a crisp, the time Kou found you two making paper boats to see which one reaches the middle of the lake first, a special memory woven into each of them.

Alternatively, he’ll commission someone on Etsy to make matching, clear resin necklaces with bits of red carnations in them because red roses were too obvious. Yes, he googled “flowers for love with color meaning”. He’ll say he made the necklaces himself, but his smile’s not as cocky as it should be.

But hey! He’ll confess his little white lie after he confesses his feelings first. This man’s mouth opens faster than Kou’s when it comes to saying stuff way too soon. Big man, big heart, big mouth, big-

𝐀𝐳𝐮𝐬𝐚

The issue here is that Azusa is way too open when it comes to impressing you, leading to dangerous acts that may or may not repel you depending on their severity. 

Remember that one Justin Bieber trend where obsessed fans cut his name somewhere on their bodies? That’s Azusa’s way of hammering the idea that he’s impressing you; by proving he’s devoted to do anything for your attention. 

Shows off his pain tolerance to entice you to do more sinister things to him. You have to steer him away from his current direction. You gave him an idea he could start from: pottery! He can cut and slice clay while feeding into his creative side. 

REALLY good at it. Years of cutting other people, breaking his own wrists on purpose and having this innate uncanny ability to be able to tell when the clay’s perfect for shaping into form. 

Can accurately tell when something’s off in the clay sculptures. “Hmm… Ah… This section here is way too thick… making the figure slope in this weird angle… Just a little snip should do the trick…”

It’s weirdly attractive watching him work. Slim fingers snake over the figure, being keen on gently smoothing out the cracks formed from the air unevenly drying the surface. He bites his lips with his top incisors and his sleeves are rolled up; Azusa’s forearms relax in your gaze. Occasionally, he steals distracting glances at you and after a while, he doesn’t even hide it anymore.

“...If seeing me like this… makes you happy… then you should know… that any part… of me… is yours to mold…”