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not me reading this scene in the drive-thru as “on my way to you” plays. no, not at all 😭😭😭
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“Hey,” Evan says softly, reaching up for Tommy’s shirt. He wraps his hand gently around the collar, pulling him down lightly until Tommy is hovering just above him.
“Hmm?” He can’t help the smile that crosses his face, being that close to Evan’s face. So fucking gone on you, he thinks as he brushes his hand through Evan’s hair again. “What, baby?”
“I love you,” Evan responds. “Marry you, spend decades with you, try desperately to have your babies even though that’s not genetically possible, love you.”
Tommy laughs as Maddie and Chimney make disgusted comments, and then leans down and kisses Evan, barely getting more than sliding his tongue against his bottom lip because of the exhaustion of the day, but that’s okay. He leans over into Evan’s ear so that the other two can’t hear him.
“Marry you, spend decades with you, keep working on making that baby happen anyway, love you,” he whispers back before kissing Evan’s cheek and then standing back up.
#Mel’s musings#aneurysm fic#yes I get high on my own supply#bucktommy#teaser from chapter 5#on my way to you
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AU where N kills his shitty dad via vehicular homicide. the Down With G-Cis bus who’s with me
#mel’s musings#n harmonia#ghetsis#pokemon#it’s even better if you headcanon n as trans (which i do btw)#i don’t care if this joke only makes sense to a miniscule fraction of the population i’m gonna make you all listen to me anyway
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I was hoping to finish up Studious IV during the race today during yellows and commercials… but there were so few yellows and then, all of a sudden, there weren’t only so many yellows, but also three red flags??? Fucking wild.
Gimme and hour or so to come down from the high of my FAVORITE BOY JOSEF NEWGARDEN WINNING THE FUCKING INDIANAPOLIS 500 and I’ll get back to work!
#I screamed#I cried#I screamed more#I cried more#I smiled so big my face hurt#what a weekend#what a 500#studious#mel’s musings
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So I’m split 50/50 on this at this point. Because we don’t have crystal clear answers on ANYTHING, and there is a part of me that’s like “leaning into the trope actually makes sense for everything else they’ve done with this story”. But then obviously the interviews are so ass backwards, and and and…
Lou’s answers also aren’t crystal. He said he was back at SWAT, which he quite literally is right now, so it’s not like he said it and he went back weeks later to shoot SWAT. His answers about “opportunities” isn’t clear either because working actors by nature, always have opportunities. We have no idea if 911 includes those opportunities (based on my theory of this being a fake out, I mean).
I will say though. When rewatching the breakup from the understanding that Buck is very starry-eyed and “look at you, you magnificent Gay Man”, the breakup is easily understood for me. I vibe with @spectres-fulcrum’s theory. It actually makes a SHIT ton of sense. Further, I’m not gonna lie… if someone told me they wanted to take the next step in a relationship (and that step was moving in together), but I Love You hadn’t even been said… I’d be checking for a fever. It unfortunately comes across as not understanding the seriousness of the suggestion. Like obvs our little shipper hearts were smashed when Tommy was like “not only can I not live with you, but it’s unlikely that I’m the person you’ll choose to stay with”. When you couple the fear with the reasonability of what he’s actually saying, it makes sense.
This is why I’ve said that at its core, if the people writing the story have a brain and didn’t just throw shit at the wall (which will remain to be seen), there has to be a come to Jesus moment about their feelings for one another. Buck has to address whether he actually loves Tommy or if he was just along for the ride because Tommy made everything so easy. (I feel like we as the viewers know they’re in love, but it has to be expressed. And then there needs to be some level of effort in the story where Tommy is pulled into the fold.
I say all that (again) to point out that if this is NOT what the show is doing, and they just split them up because they thought it would make good drama (or some other shitty excuse)… that’s not just dropping the ball. That’s proverbially shitting the bed. And if that’s actually the case… imma see my way out (probably).
So yes, I hold out hope that everything we’ve been told over the past week is to keep us distracted. But I also know that when I reread those same quotes and rewatched the breakup with a clear head (and not from my shipper standpoint), things felt clearer.
In closing…. They did still massively fumble the way they were trying to communicate the issues in the relationship. This was not done well by any stretch of the imagination. But we’ll see what they settle on doing next.
ngl if it turns out that Tommy was coming back all along and that this was all part of the romcom ‘breaking up then making up’ trope i’m gonna be so embarrassed for getting this sad 💀 but that’s what i get for catching up with a series for once ig
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I am sitting at my lunch table with friends recently made. They feel so familiar to me in a way that makes my heart warm. We’ve only known each other for a little over a year, but we are already so connected. We’ve all picked up on each other’s lingo, integrated parts of our personalities, and talked about what seems like every possible topic. We are telling stories already told and making jokes already made. Every facial expression has already been shown, but they’re funny nonetheless. I am sitting at my lunch table and I am looking at my friends. They’re laughing at something that none of us remember, and I am sure that I am laughing too. I feel my cheeks hurt, my stomach aches, and tears that once stayed in my eyes are now running down my face. We are all honking like geese, smacking the table that has somehow now split in half. I am sitting with people who I feel I have known for my whole life and my chest is warm. We tell each other “I love you” every day and it isn’t sarcasm. The words are said wholeheartedly with zero hesitation. This table in a high school cafeteria is surrounded by love, a love that is evergreen.
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Lesson 10 and 11 were great btw
tbh I wouldn't mind if the rest of the season continues on like this
#satan's having a good time for once in this game#everyone else is suffering but this ain't about them#obey me#obey me nightbringer#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me leviathan#obey me satan#obey me asmodeus#obey me belphegor#mel's starry musings
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So in my “will-i-won’t-i” with Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss (where I procrastinate and don’t watch the shows and only absorb the content through TikTok, Tumblr and sometimes Twitter) I came across Staticmoth/ VoxVal.
I saw the scene with Angel and Valentino. His abuse and disgusting behavior. I have an idea on how this moth asshole behaves.
And I have seen some people think that their relationship would be toxic, that Vox and Val, if the predictions are correct and become (or are revealed to be) a couple, would beat the shit (physically, mentally and emotionally) out of each other on the regular, but I think the idea that him and Vox having a healthy relationship could be such a punch to the gut plot wise.
Because that would mean Valentino IS capable of understanding consent. He KNOWS what working with someone else means without disrespect. He FULLY knows what sex is supposed to be like.
But that’s is between equals. Vox? His equal. Fellow overlord.
Angel? His property. Why would he give a shit about his thing?
#hazbin hotel#voxval#staticmoth#angel dust#valentino#Vox#hazbin hotel vox#hazbin hotel valentino#hazbin hotel angel dust#some musings I had#I had this scenario in my head#of a juxtaposition of scenes#like that one scene in Arcane#where it’s Valentino and Vox pretty much making love#like Mel and Jayce#while Angel is in another room suffering THE WORST SHIT EVER for a new movie#like Viktor dying in from of the hex core#the previous scene could be Val locking the studio so Angel could not escape just to hammer home how little Valentino gives a shit#and it’s actively working to make Angel’s situation worse#while he is whisked away by Vox to have his pussy eaten
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I want to addend this with my headcanon, that Tommy has known from that first kiss that he was setting his life on fire by pursuing Evan. The way he reacts after that first kiss, homey was already down bad and they’d had like 3 interactions.
It’s what feeds so well into the rom-com trope of breaking up thinking you’re saving yourself pain, but you’re already in too deep because they’ve been in too deep from step one. Those two idiots never stood a chance 😂
I keep having thoughts about what might've happened to Tommy to get him that spooked about the moving in conversation, and I figure maybe the last place he lived was an ex's house, but that's not the whole story.
And the place he's in now, it's important to him. There's a lot of reasons he freaked out that night talking to Buck, and a big one is the thought of giving up that little space he carved out for himself after the last time he got his heart broken. Because it wasn't just a breakup, it blew up his life. Maybe he came home to find his ex with someone else, maybe the guy just kicked him out with no warning and no explanation. Tommy spent weeks, months, trying to figure out why he wasn't good enough, throwing himself into work and not telling anybody he was living out of his truck.
He didn't really think of it as being homeless. He had his stuff, his job, he showered in the locker room and spent his weekends at the laundromat combing through realty websites and apartment listings. It wasn't like he was sleeping in a cardboard box or anything, he was...fine. Mostly.
He doesn't realize how Not Fine it was until he's three months settled into his new place, and he just spent four hours looking everywhere for a charging cable he's only now remembering got stolen out of his truck the day after his ex dumped him. It all hits him at once, and he breaks down.
The next few years are spent building. Turning the house into something that feels like his own. But using it to isolate himself. It's his, and no one else's. And that's what it will always be.
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Do you think Nemesis fantasizes about being the Knight to Melinoe's Princess and being quest-given to fight Chronos for her or something. Then she sees Melinoe out on the Run somewhere covered in blood and bruises and such and it fills her with unfathomable rage.
#Nemesis#Melinoe#melnem#hades 2#hades II#hades II spoilers#d musings#Nemesis exclusively calling Mel by her title drives me insane lowkey#like yeah that's her title but also??? Mel clearly is on a nickname basis with Nem#so for Nem to stick to “Princess” is ajndjfhjfhgjfh#she uses Melinoe once in a heartfelt convo.#the way a lot of Nem's myths are women requesting her to enact revenge something something Arthurian court romance#anyways ignore me pls
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I think my favourite headcanon that I have is that zag loves I’m gonna claw out your eyes (and drown you to death) and mel loves hymn to zagreus, and sometimes they annoy each other by trying to sing their respective songs louder than the other
#I’m imagining hades doing his paperwork and all he hears from down the hall is#YOU CANT STAY AWAY SEEMS EVERY DAY YOU KEEP COMING BACK HEREEEEE#followed by a groan from mel and her responding with SIIIIING OF ZAGREUS O MUSE SLAYER OF HYDRAS#but they can both admit that coral crown and in the blood are bangers and they can sing those together instead#thank you for coming to my ted talk#hades 2#hades ii#hades game#melinoë#zagreus
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Why does everyone have Buck grovelling for Tommy back in their fix it fics when Tommy was the one spouting biphobic talking points and walking out?
Clearly you didn’t read my breakdown of Tommy’s reaction. Also there was no actual shouting so
The reason people (me) have him “groveling” is because his whole speech literally steamrolls Tommy. Theres no point at which he admits his feelings (to his BOYFRIEND), he just leaps with both feet. And yes, we as the viewers know Buck is like this. To some degree, Tommy does too. But if you pay attention to Tommy’s reactions throughout the entire scene, he’s not reacting in a way that’s intentionally biphobic. He’s not making Evan’s bisexuality the entire issue of their relationship. If that was truly the case, we would’ve seen an issue with his reaction at dinner. What we get in the breakup scene is a trauma response and immediate shutdown after Buck effectively throws at him the attitude of “let’s just be together because you’re so good at being gay”. There’s no point at which he questions whether Tommy was prepared for him to say all of those things, or if Tommy was in a place to want to move in together (let alone discuss marriage or getting engaged).
I think the natural reaction is to take Bucks side because he’s the main character and he’s the one being broken up with, but personally, from a trauma-informed point of view, Tommy’s reaction makes SO much sense. He’s been hurt, he’s been burned, he’s been alone his whole life. Then he finds this boy who swept him off his feet. Based in Lou’s acting, Tommy has been in it from that first kiss. He fell hard and fast. But I think you can be in something for love and also be terrified when the prospect of finally getting what you want with the person you want not feeling attainable. I think there’s something to be said about Buck having lived with Taylor and how that whole relationship panned out, how I Love You and moving in together was used as a form to keep her from leaving, and he ultimately figured out he was trying to force pieces together.
By relation, if he tells Tommy he loves him, it’s not coming from a malicious place because we’ve had the groundwork laid that tells us Buck DOES feel this way even though he hasn’t pieced it together yet. Going after Tommy isn’t from a place of “stay because everyone else leaves”. It’s “stay because I love you and I want things with you I’ve never wanted with anyone else”. At least from my POV.
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Okay was anyone going to tell me that Klavier saying “Achtung, baby!” is actually a U2 reference or was I just supposed to randomly find this out myself
#mel’s musings#i’m looking through my mom’s old cd collection to save all my favorites and i just did the biggest double take#i need you all to know despite being a Music Bitch. i don’t actually know a lot of music#and my pop culture knowledge is abysmal even by neurodivergent standards#so i have no clue if this is common knowledge. but it sure wowed me#klavier gavin#aa
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Ok I’ve been in a mega writing slump so I think when I get back from my networking thing, I’m gonna do some SFW/NSFW alphabets for some of my characters & the different versions of characters I write. Some headcanons and imagines, maybe? And answer questions y’all have.
I’ll probably start on that around 4 or 5 my time, so in about 5ish hours. Drop an ask if there’s anything in particular that you’d like to see!
#mel’s musings#studious#the silver dragon#monsters in the garden#a companion#what is broken#upcoming fics
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~Beautiful edges~
An alpha!Abbywerewolf! x afab!omega!reader
SMUT SMIT SMUT MDNI
will have smut, like prolly gon be nasty need holy water smut. plot! slowish burn. alpha, only female alpha you've ever met. Smut is not under the cut but will be expressed!
⚠️ warnings: porn with plot!! dom!sub dynamic, breeding(r!receiving), vulgar words, VULGARITY, descriptions of genitalia, breeding kink, werewolfheat/rut! overstimulation (r!receiving) power and strength kink
Shummary: meeting an alpha was easy. Trying not to fall in love with one? Harder than it looks.
Here is to ALL YALL freaky sob's that just want to see Abby as a werewolf,,,, I love y'all so much
Also I'm SO SORRY THIS TOOK MY MONTHS FORGIVE ME
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Relocating to the WLF had taken some time to feel somewhat normal and you owed your life to them. You were accepted as one of them, when you were first alone and near death. Omega's in the wilderness alone was a death sentence, but you managed to make your life here wonderfully enjoyable. As close as normal got, it all flew straight out the window when you met Abby Anderson.
Was it strange to meet a female alpha with unbridled power, skill, and rage? Absolutely. Did she scare the ever loving shit out of you? Absolutely. But that didn't stop you from perking your ears to listen every time her name was mentioned.
Abby was a force of nature, she commanded respect without needing to utter a single word. Six feet of muscle and piercing blue eyes that glowed gold and opulent when her wolf appeared. Everyone in the WLF knew about Abby, and were either terrified, infatuated, or a little bit of both. She worked for Isaac, as she was trained and worked like a dog in combat. She led the most dangerous of patrols under Isaac, the man who allowed the WLF to keep you safe, who sent her out to do his worst work.
Being an unmated alpha made it even more..interesting...
As soon as her name entered your airspace, words passed around about the alpha's skills during her rut. You could not stop the onslaught of other companions dishing tidbits during these conversations. Hell you couldn't go anywhere in the past two weeks and not hear about Abby Anderson, the most "skilled" alpha in the entire WLF. You were even more curious to why a female inherited an alpha title. You wondered why you hadn't heard her name sooner, and you soon figured out why. Abby had been in a relationship, and a serious one at that. But, that was over, from what the other omegas in your rounds gossiped about. You were surprised to hear that Abby had been dating a male, a one of almost equal rank as her. Her most recent "pursuits" were women.
You rolled your eyes at Arya's gossip and finished suturing a deep abdomen wound from your most recent patient. The man smiled at you, thanking you for the dressings and ointment. "Hey y/n," Arya says, your other medical assistant and friend catches your attention.
"Yeah? Whatcha need," you ask, wiping down your med tray and discarding a dirty needle.
Arya then asks you if you need to stay longer or if you need to head out. You reply no, you've got nowhere to be. Arya quickly discards her medical garb and ducks out, the sun already set. You sigh and work on seeing if anyone other WLF member needs to be attended to.
Something overpowering and strange enters your sense just after. It makes you stop, startled by the sudden thick air. A strong scent, almost hypnotizing. Abby Anderson is sitting on the bed across from you, blue eyes fixed on your figure. You start, now taken aback at how she appeared almost soundlessly.
"Jesus Anderson you scared the shit out of me," you swore, walking over to inspect a large shoulder wound running from her shoulder to mid bicep. Her muscles glisten with sweat, a now failing stitch job visible against her skin. Her honey hair in a signature loose braid, freckles dotting her neck and shoulders, clad in a gray tank top that exposes her skin to the blistering sun. "Sorry, is' just a habit," she breathes, "I didn't mean to startle you."
Her smile is dizzying but wanton, skin too white. She's in pain.
"It's alright, what are we looking at huh? A mighty alpha needing some help?" You tease, lifting her arm to assess her shitty patch job. Abby hissing at the pain or the figurative jab, you weren't sure.
You smile quietly, adding in a few words of "Alright gimme a second, I can fix you up."
"Thank you y/n, if I tell Manny that his stitch job was shit he'd take it personally," she chuckles dryly to avoid the grimace of you cleaning her wound with alcohol.
The stench almost clears your nostrils of her overpowering scent, almost. With a steady hand, you begin to swiftly move a needle through her flesh. The skin gave way easy to the needle, signalling she must've avoided coming here for a few hours, at least.
"You avoided coming in here, at least since before dinner," you say brazenly.
Abby puffs a quick breath through her nose, unhappy with the answer you've settled on.
"Maybe I did."
You can feel her eyes on you, this whole time. She follows the movements of your fingers, you can hear her nose purposefully inhale quickly at least once, and your cheeks heat at the sudden interest she's taken in you. Her scent is making your mind do flips, alphaalphaalphaalpha repeating in your head by your unhelpful wolf. Your hands almost shaky by the end, Abby rolls her shoulder with the new bandage applied.
"Keep that one for at least the next 2 days, or until you've noticed its leaked through your bandage. Keep it as dry and clean as possible," you instruct.
Abby just flashes you a blinding smile. "You do a good job, I feel better already. Thanks doll," she flashes a wink at you, smirk in her eyes.
That wink makes your ears turn red, palms suddenly sweaty. You roll your eyes to act nonchalant, placing a narcotic in her hand.
"Take these no less than 12 hours apart with food, and I mean it Anderson, with food," you say, fingers brushing one another's as you close her fingers around the pills. A resounding shock zaps through your fingers as fast as lightning, snapping her head up at you. Her eyes flash red just as fast, replaced by their usual blue.
Your eyes are wide, hand zinging from some unseen energy. Abby thanks you silently with a nod, hands stuffed in her pockets, and rushes off.
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Ever since that day in the infirmary, Abby is never out of your sight. During inventory rounds with your other med students, led my Abby's surgeon father, Dr. Anderson. She's always just looming. Your friends start to ask questions when the blonde walks into the infirmary one day, looking as healthy as ever.
You stare curiously as catch her eye, when she throws another wink at you. All your other friends blush and try to look busy.
"You don't look in pain Anderson?" You question, raising an eyebrow.
"No," she chuckles, "but I do want to ask if you had any extra isopropyl alcohol on you? One of my buddies managed to get blood all over a cell, and we need a cleanup," she says, so casually.
You start, but manage to stutter out a response.
"Um y-yeah we have some but it's not here yet, I can bring it to you in an hour or so?" You question, to which she just nods and winks at you.
"Find me in the FOB on the first floor sugar!" She calls out, leaving you a blushing mess.
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Some time later, alcohol in hand, you make your way to the FOB, when a sharp pain in your abdomen makes you lean against a wall in a back hallway. You shake your head, trying to clear your head as your wolf has taken over, screaming for help. Panic ensues. You know any willing male werewolf will hear you, and you sink into a corner.
Someone rounds the corner, and you can't see who it is as your vision is blurry with tears. You turn your head away to ease the embarrassment. The same overpowering scent you remember from two weeks ago invades your mind, and your wolf goes nuts. It's Abby, and she knows exactly what's happening.
SMUT I REPEAT SMUT
"I'm so sorry please don't come closer pleaseAbby," you beg through near tears, your heat blinding and painful. Quick breaths through your nose accompanied with full body shakes makes Abby growl lowly. She knew you needed to be claimed, the pain unbearable for her future mate to endure. A rumble in her throat makes you tilt your head towards the ceiling, breaths coming in faster. That growl is pure power, pure dominance. The fear in your heart of her power comes through your eyes and Abby realizes your fear, and it hurts. Your intoxicating scent fills her nose like a fog, your fight against a need to be taken care of slowly failing. Your heat and scent flies down to Abby's pelvis, unable to stop the whirlwind of arousal she feels.
"Hey, hey look at me," she commands, power still in her voice. She's knelt to your eye level. Don't be sorry baby. I'm not going to hurt you, I promise y/n, I promise. Please, let me take you somewhere safer," Abby begs. Alphas don't beg, they command. Her beg, plea has you staring in her eyes, desperate to believe her.
You pant, fear still swirling in your eyes. Abby just offers her hands, warm and calloused. After not saying anything, she slowly lifts you into her arms. Eyes lidded, mouth slightly parted, your heat addled brain screams at the feeling of power and protection. You can't help but inhale deeply at her scent, your core aching for more. Abby slips you into her room.
"Y/n, please," Abby begs. "I want to help you." Her eyes are a tinge of gold, showing her alpha side. She puts her forehead gently to yours. "I know you have feelings for me," she breathes. "But I won't do a thing unless you say it's okay."
Tears streaming down your cheeks, your eyes widen in surprise. You're lucid for just a second. "Oh god Abby, I-I don't know what to say," you groan, embarrassed. Your heat is blinding, a near total body and mind need to just be taken care of.
"I won't do anything you don't want baby," she cooes, her pet name undoing your resolve.
You take a deep breath and swallow, knowing that all you've wanted is for Abby to make you hers. And only hers.
"I want to be yours. I want to be only yours," you admit, cheeks darkening. "Please tell me you feel this as strongly as I do," you rush out, fully vulnerable.
Abby's turn to be wide eyed is short lived before she lands her lips on yours, desperate and hungry. "I want nothing more then to make you my mate. I- want- nothing more -than to fuck you into -this bed- for hours," she groans as you moan into her mouth. Her lips are warm, your arms reaching out to tangle in her blond hair. Your heat is begging, burning like a fire under your skin. You whine pitifully, Abby now fully aware of your need.
"I know darling, I know," she whispers. Abby lays you down on her bed, kissing you with a new ferocity that made you tug at her clothes. Feeling her strong abs run over your now bare chest made you bite her lip, a low growl coming from Abby's throat. Her mouth kisses down your neck and reaches the softness of your chest. With lips and tongue, she sucks your nipple between her teeth, licking it as it grows in need. Moaning at this was music to your alpha's ears. Your breasts are damp with spit and raised pink nipples fall in her mouth as she attends to one after the other.
She pulls your pants off, letting your heat racked body shiver at the sudden coolness. Her eyes flash a deep gold now, looking you over, a wanting moan leaving her lips.
"You have no idea how long I've been wanting to see you like this, how long I've been wanting to do this with you," she groans, the obvious bulge in her cargo pants making your mouth water and brain go fuzzy at her words. Her hands sink into your skin, pulling the flesh as she drags her hands down your stomach and over your thighs. Your cunt is wet, glazed over with slick and need. Pink lips swollen at the want of satiation. She kisses you, hand reaching down to palm you, gathering your wetness along her fingers. Your pants have turned into whimpers, into breathy moans.
"You're so wet for me, my precious mate," she cooes, dominance leaking through her words. "I wonder how wet you'll be when I sink my cock into your wanting pussy," you moan at her words, pulling off her pants. A small gasp leaves your lips as her member springs out of her boxers.
"That is a dick of an alpha for sure," you breathe out, hearing Abby chuckle darkly at your surprise. Its shaft covered in small veins, her pink head leaking precum at the sight of your naked body. Abby leans forward on her elbows, soaking up more of your slick on her cockhead, her kisses to your lips bruising. Your scent is making her drunk, the end goal of this mating lost. Ignoring her own desperation, Abby sinks below your waist and licks a long slow strip up your center, capturing your clit in her mouth to softly suck.
"I'm not fucking you stupid until your come all over my face, my pretty mate" Abby groans.
Her name leaves your lips in a yelp, unfettered moans follow. Her tongue is masterful, her lips covered in your shiny arousal. Up and down she moves her tongue, taking time to let herself tongue fuck you, dipping into your wetness. Latching onto your clit, she sucks soft pressure and swirls her tongue. With nothing to grab onto, you resign to tugging at your alpha's long blonde locks, legs high above your head, resting on her shoulders. The muscles in her back flex and stretch as she fucks you.
"Abby, o-o-oh fuck Abby baby pleaseplease alpha please," you moan and moan, dragging your hands through her hair.
At the mention of her title, Abby growls and picks up her pace. You feel the band in your belly tighten and snap within seconds as your orgasm washes over you in a blissful wave. Your toes curl and back arches off the bed, head thrown back in a long and loud moan. Abby continues to fuck your aching cunt into overstimulation, your legs shaking and breath uneven.
"Baby, baby I can't-can't take it anymore," you whine and moan. Abby doesn't stop but unlatches herself and slaps your pussy lightly with her palm.
"You're going to take what i give you angel, and you're gonna say thank you alpha," she hums and holds your jaw with her hand. "Okay baby?" She asks.
"Yes baby," you say softly, lips puffy as Abby captures them in a deep kiss.
"Thank you alpha," you admit shyly, peeking at her reaction through your lashes. Her breathing is ragged, hair undone and messy. Her eyes are a fierce gold, desire evident.
It didn't even take a minute before she slowly sinks herself into you, squelching sounds accompanied. Snapping up her head to you, she examines your features for any sign of pain. Your eyes are half open, lips parted in an O.
"Are you hurt?" She questions, stilling inside. You slowly shake your head, gripping her shoulders and wrapping your legs around her waist. With that, Abby slowly moves through your now sopping cunt. Her breath is short, focusing on not coming too early. You wrap around her like a vice.
"Fuck-fuck fuck baby you're so wet, so tight so warm you're so perfectfuck you are soperfect," Abby moans.
You moan at her praise, tangling your fingers in her hair, reveling in the closeness of your skin. Held up by her strong arms, the muscles in her biceps flex by your head.
"Hold on tight princes," Abby whispers into your ear, nipping at the skin.
Her thrusts start slow and languid, drawing out loud moans at each bury inside you. Your moans only get louder as her Hips snap back into yours at a near brutal pace, relishing in the wet sound of skin on skin. Abby examines your fucked out state of bouncing breasts, loud breathy moans and profanity.
"Fuck Abby fuck ABBY fuckfuckfuck my alpha fuck my alpha," you moan out, whining at the feeling of her cock stretching your walls to a beautiful feeling.
"Markmemarkmeplease baby breed me please baby please," you whine out, surprising Abby at your vulgar confession.
"Yeah baby? Fuck you'resofuckingwet, you take my cock so good baby you want my pups baby? Want me to breed you like a good puppy?" Abby moans, as the slap of wet skin fills the room.
"I bet you'd like me to breed you, huh baby?" Your fucked out smile gives her the answer she needs. "Yes abby please baby breed me please don't stop," you whine.
"Dirty girl, I knew you'd like that," Abby seethes as she bites your neck, sweat on her brow.
"You wanna be all round and fuckin full for me?"
"please Abby please baby yes yes yes!" you exhale a loud moan from your chest, as she leans forward to kiss you hungrily.
In a fast motion, she flips you on your belly, arching your back and pressing your cheek into the soft mattress. Your ass on display as she spreads you to see the slick drip down your thighs. You shake your ass slowly, all shame gone, wanting to be bred like a bitch in heat.
Her hands find your hips again, fucking into your cunt immediately like the world was ending. Muffled moans and screams come from your lips, Abby moaning at your soaking pussy sucking her in and milking her cock for all it was worth. Listening to your moans go up in pitch and your cunt get tighter and tighter told Abby you were so close to coming.
"You'gon come for me baby? Come all over my cock baby, c'mon you can do it. Cream all over my cock my good puppy," she rushes out, hands pulling you back to bounce on her dick.
"Fuck-ff-fuckfuck Abby I'm gon come 'my god I'm gonna come," your legs shake and let your orgasm push Abby into hers. Abby grabs your stretched out hand and squeezes it, to ground you. White hot pleasure consumes you and the heartbeat between your legs races.
You yell her name and moan a loud FUCK, drool sticking to the side of your cheek.
But abby wasn't done yet, your pleasure just comes first.
Abby's groans grow higher and higher, as your pussy pulses around her. As she feels you completely tighten around her, Abby's orgasm explodes. She feels her cock swell and a euphoric feeling washes over at the feeling of her breeding you completely full.
"Fuck baby, fuck baby ohgod," Abby moans as she collapses against your sweat drenched skin. You moan back weakly, shivering at her slow kisses up your back.
"You're so beautiful baby, gonna be so beautiful for me," Abby whispers, pulling out slowly to your disappointment.
"Fuck princess look at you," the alpha groaned, skilled fingers pulling your puffy pink lips apart to watch her cum drip out of your overstimulated pussy. You whine again, sensitive to her touch.
She coos, kissing the swell of your ass cheek.
"Come here princess let me hold you," Abby coaxes, slowing moving your body to lay between her legs. She softly kneads your back as you lay, breathing in her scent. Soft kisses to your forehead manage to lull you into a dreamlike state.
"Rest my precious mate, I've got you baby," Abby breathes, wrapping her strong arms around your figure.
Maybe falling in love with an alpha isn't hard after all.
#the last of us#abby anderson x reader#abby anderson smut#mel's musings#abby anderson#abby anderson x female reader#tlou abby#abby x reader#abbyasawerewolf#this woman#makes me question my life#I want a werewolf girlfriend
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💗 7 years of supercorp fics 💗
It's been a little over 7 years since Lena came into Kara's life. This immediately prompted the first supercorp fic and has led to tens of thousands more. Despite the show ending two years ago, supercorp has had some massive staying power (look at that trendline!) and become the biggest F/F ship on AO3.
Something tells me we're going to be creating for a good long time 💪(Including me. If you'd like, read my supercorptober ficlet-turned-oneshot, Echoes of the Forest!)
#if anyone wants the boring details I used the “created_at” tag on AO3#I was also logged in so this includes all registered-user-only fics#and the trendline is exponential#labels and arrows and emoji were manually done because I'm a masochist#this image ended up tinier than I expected. needs more jpg.#supercorp#supercorptober#supercorp big bang#mel stuff#sg musings#fic stats
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Parallels Between Human and Demon Hearts
Sometimes I think about how Shiro told Rin that demons can live in our hearts. That they can possess those who are corrupt and wicked. And how a moment of emotional vulnerability made him the perfect target for Satan to possess.
Yet it’s established that demons, who are corrupt by default, and who have rare but wildly uncontrollable and immature emotions, also have their hearts as their weakest spot and thus always need to hide them.
So, these set up a parallel between humans and demons in the story in regards to how they use their hearts differently.
Mephisto here says that human creativity and imagination rival the evil powers of demons. Human creativity is usually seen as the result of people using their hearts openly. A person can have a lot of technical skills, and that’s a talent in itself! But regardless of skill level, there’s a level of emotional vulnerability needed to make a piece of work creative. It’s what allows a person to be self-revealing and display their unique and developed perspective on life. It can also display a sense of emotional maturity or self acceptance to be so self revealing with creativity. And it’s this sensitivity that leads to humans’ biggest strength against demons, their creativity and imagination.
So early on it’s established what makes human beings human in this parallel: it’s their idealism and creativity.
And as for what makes a demon a demon? I don’t think it’s too big of a leap to say that Mephisto is also implying that demons are fundamentally unimaginative. It makes sense when you look at how callous and cold they are. There’s not much use of emotional “heart” among them, which leads to their dull, violent, and bleak outlook on the world and humans. The extremely realistic views they have play into how they use and hide their hearts for offense and defense. Not in the way that I think that being emotionally open scares them. (Which I think they are! But being vulnerable probably hardly ever crosses their minds.) It’s more in the way that they’ve never bothered to develop a sense of creativity, or rather that they might work against it.
So my theory is this: the hiding of their hearts isn’t just for their physical well-being, it’s also dynamic and metaphorical. The hearts of the corrupt seem to be the sweet spot for demons to possess. The cruelty of the corrupt can’t overpower the innate evil of a demon's heart, and they’re also not creative enough to challenge the heart of a demon. These corrupted hearts are what’s easiest for them to take over. And this is partially why demons don’t bother to challenge themselves and create any emotional openness. They know how emotional vulnerability can be exploited since they can possess the sensitive. And in the end, any idealistic creativity could hinder their ability to possess those wicked human hearts. So, they don’t just hide their physical heart in this sense, but also their emotional one as well since it seems to be in their best interest.
And those (in my opinion and theory !) are the innate differences between humans and demons in this story. It’s entirely to a human’s benefit to use their hearts emotionally, creatively, and ethically, since this brings humans together and also protects them from demons. Yet for demons, it’s all the opposite. Perhaps it’s due to their extreme tendency towards cruelty and innate corruption that easily overpowers that of a human’s. Because regardless of however evil or emotionally vulnerable/immature a person is, it’s not ever going to compare to a demon’s heart.
#mephisto pheles#shiro fujimoto#blue exorcist#rin okumura#Ao no exorcist#sources are:#chapter 1 pgs 13 and 31#and#chapter 39 pgs 15 22 and 23#blue exorcist spoilers#Mel’s aoex notes#Mel’s fandom musings#This has been sitting in my drafts for a while. But eh#*throws this into the void*#Mel’s fandom stuff#Mel’s meta#Mel’s stuff
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