#my god I just almost posted this on my main Jesus Christ

[spicyselfindulgentfandomstuff]

Need him to put a kid in me

[eyestrain-addict]

I just realized why lestat marked Tom, like the big stupid idiot I am

(I know everyone else probably already figured this out, but this is MY blog and I get to post whatever deranged thought crosses my pea brained mind.)

When I watched that scene in episode 5 where they're at the bar talking to Tom, I was confused as to why exactly. Why does Lestat mark Tom? If he's marked to kill, why does he wait almost 2 decades later? Well I realized, as all realizations come, in the shower.

Lestat has been planning on killing Tom the whole time.

(Warning before you click read more, this post is a lot longer than I first intended holy fuck)

Well not the whole time. Just right when Louis realized that Anderson and Fenwick had screwed him over. Maybe even longer if he knew it was a trick ("ridiculous of you to mix human and vampire business it always ends poorly"). Notice how he's upset with louis when he kills the guy who's microaggressive with him, cus lestat wasn't there (even if he was there I have my doubts Lestat would understand microaggressions, but he would have definitely killed him for touching Louis.) But tells Louis he's proud of him for killing Alderman. I think this has to be because he witnessed the disrespect first hand. He didn't give a fuck about the money, what he DID care about was that those two disrespected not only him, but Louis.

Even with Lestats little understanding of race relations of the time in America, he did understand hierarchys. He's from 1700s France for God's sake. It's no coincidence wanted to be king of mardi gras. Lestat came to New Orleans and saw himself as the king, even if no one knew it. And he wanted Louis to be his queen. Honestly I could make an entire other post about how Lestat almost literally saw himself as if he was a King and Louis his beloved Queen, which is why he thought it was okay for him to sleep with other women (mistresses and playthings of the king should mean nothing compared to the queen in lestats eyes) but that's getting off topic. I only bring that up because I'm trying to paint a picture of how I think Lestat sees disrespect done to Louis. To him that goes beyond disrespect or rudeness, it's irreverence.

You begin to notice if you watch scenes with them together. Because while I wouldn't say lestat is good at controlling his anger, he's definitely great at concealing it until it erupts (props to Sam Reid have to be given here) lestat is always on the verge of fury when talking to Tom. It starts as a distaste then as he begins to fall more in love with Louis and become more protective of him, his anger builds. Claudia was wrong about one thing, it was no petty slight that was the reason Lestat killed Tom first, it was a loooonng time coming.

I could list every detail I think supports this but I'm sure you get the gist by now. My main point is really the layer of complexity this adds to not only the story, the characters, but also lestat and louis' relationship. Consider it for a second, Lestat saw all his violence as justified, everything he did one can see it through the lense of him punishing the disrespectful (take a shot every time I say disrespect in this post jesus christ). "I bring death to those deserving" indeed. Lestat has a god complex out the wazoo, and every attack, torture, and death he caused was righteous to him and thus enjoyable. Louis on the other hand didn't see himself so highly. He may seem confident but if you look through the cracks it's apparent Louis's self worth in near nonexistent and he's horribly insecure. I think lestat thought when Louis was made a vampire he would see himself as Lestat saw himself, and as Lestat saw Louis. But again, another post for another time.

Despite Louis' insecurities (or perhaps because of them) louis revels in the violence lestat commits for his sake. That's probably why louis is so quick to forgive lestat about the priests. For a brief moment Lestat truly said the truth to Louis and Louis could forgive him because of it. As lestat says, he doesn't kill the priests to intimidate Louis, nor does he do it just because he enjoys it. He does it because he sees them as humiliating Louis, charlatans that don't deserve Louis' sorrow. Louis didn't want the priest's to die, but he could understand why lestat killed them, simply because for once in his goddamn life lestat told the truth, and louis loved that truth. That truth being that lestat killed and mutilated and committed such horrors not just because he liked it, but because he did it out of a fucked up sense of protection. Him killing the priests was essentially a knight killing a dragon to earn the princess' hand in marriage.

The worst part is that Lestat doesn't even realize it. Not fully anyway. Let's be honest with ourselves, lestat doesn't understand Louis. Obviously there's the race, background, culture differences that lestat doesn't understand nor seems inclined to try, but there are better posts about that made by smarter people than moi. I'm mostly talking about lestat doesn't understand louis' mind itself (louis' mind in a vacuum I suppose you could say) he understands Louis' desire for violence sure, but he doesn't understand the core of that want. Honestly I'm on the fence of if he ever understood that Louis loved it when lestat was protective in the first place. I guess it can be dumbed down to Louis wants Lestat to kill to protect Louis and to protect the family (and anyone who deeply disrepects them), lestat perhaps understood a little at one point, but since he sees everyone as a threat and everything is a slight to him, he has no trouble and qualms with delighting in the torture of people Louis views as innocent. Louis' heart is a bit dark, but ultimately human, so he's disgusted by lestats violence towards the undeserving. Lestat can no longer read Louis' mind and even if he could, Louis doesn't quite understand the difference himself (that's why he tries to hunt for criminals briefly) so the cracks of miscommunication starts to form, and neither of them even realize there is miscommunication.

Therein lies the importance of Tom Anderson for season 1. Not much of a character, more of a plot device in human skin. Claudia can see that Lestat hates him, but doesn't understand why, nor does she care to get to the depths of that. (*Mr house voice* understandable) I think it's notable that Louis rarely brought him up, he didn't understand the depths of lestats love. Nor did he know about Lestats 3 decade long grudge, all because Tom disrespected Louis.

Now I'm not excusing Lestat's actions, I just think it's interesting how this one throwaway character reveals a whole level of complexity to the relationship between him and Louis, and better sheds light on not only Lestats personal philosophy but louis' as well. Even Claudia to a degree.

Anyway, uh. End of essay. Bye.

[lanawinterscigarettes]

For kinktober, can you do Gale weathers pulling male reader’s hair?

absolutely I can! thanks for sending something in <3

Kinktober 2024 Day 7: Gale Weathers pulling a male reader's hair

Warnings: smut/nsfw content, penetrative sex (please use a condom irl), hair pulling, power bottom Gale, service top reader, I made Gale really bossy and demanding here hehe

The news van was parked in a secluded area by the local police station in case there was a break in the latest story Gale was hunting, but right now that was the least of your worries.

You felt her nails scratch down your back as she clung to you, the sounds of your mixed pants and moans filling the back of the van. She had her dress pushed up and her legs wrapped around your waist, keeping you plunged deep within her as you thrusted roughly in and out.

"God, you feel so good-" She exclaimed loudly as she laid on a small table in the back. "Move to the left a little- No, my left, idiot-"

Usually you'd roll your eyes and scoff at her bossy demands, but right now you were currently too caught up in your pleasure to care much.

"Yes, that's it, much better-" Her mascara was smudged from sweat, her lipstick smeared and almost completely rubbed off by this point due to all the times you'd kissed her. In fact, you were quite certain that if you looked in a mirror you'd see that exact same shade of red painting your lips to match hers.

A quiet hiss escaped from you when you felt her dig her nails deep into your shoulder blades, her grip on you becoming tighter. "Jesus Christ, Gale, you don't need to be so rough."

She let out an offended scoff in response. "Would you just shut up and kiss me already?"

You did as she said, your lips meeting in a passionate frenzy of desperation and lust. She parted her mouth, brushing her tongue over your bottom lip as she kissed you.

"You taste so good," she breathed out in a low and breathy voice, her eyes full of desire as she stared up at you. "Kiss me again."

Pulling you in for another kiss, her legs tightened around your waist as one of her hands moved from your back up to your hair. She tugged on it in order to direct where she wanted your mouth to go, an involuntary moan slipping from you when she did.

"I think someone likes having his hair pulled," she openly teased you, to which you replied to by giving her a particularly rough thrust. Letting out a loud groan at feeling your cock so deep in her, she retaliated by combing her fingers through your hair and giving it a harsh yank.

A noise escaped from you that sounded like a mix between a moan and a growl, your fingers digging into her thighs as you continued to pound into her sopping wet cunt. "Fuck you, Gale."

"I think you already are," she purred in a low voice as she tilted your head to the side with the hand still in your hair, leaning up to press hot, open-mouthed kisses along your throat. "And I'm loving every second of it."

By the time you were done, your head was sore and you had visible hickeys all over your neck. She wasn't faring much better, her usual pristine outfit wrinkled and makeup ruined. Neither one of you could walk properly after that for the next couple of days, but that didn't stop either one of you from having sex in the van again shortly after, like you usually did when there was nothing better to do.

If there was a lead to be found that night, the two of you certainly weren't aware of it, much too busy caught up in each other to find it.

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[nonclassyparty]

sunday, 04:23 (j.wy)

title; love, gimme love, gimme love, i don't need it, but i'll take what i want from your heart and i'll keep it in a bag, in a box, put an x on the floor, gimme more, gimme more, gimme more

summary; wooyoung is your sworn enemy but hooking up with him becomes a habit you just can't seem to quit (gen v au)

notes; part two of a drabble series called 'rule of thumb' set in the gen v universe where y/n is a bigender superhero and wooyoung is a blood bender. drabbles are posted in chronological order, there is no updating schedule.

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your mouth feels dry and your throat burns as you shuffle through the dark of wooyoung's dorm where he soundly sleeps in his bed, head buried in the pillows and naked back on full display. so, you might've made a mistake of falling asleep after you two had sex.

you grip your phone, turning on the flashlight which makes you squint your sensitive eyes as you try to gather around your clothes.

you have no idea how you let this happen. you weren't even drunk last night, just pissed off at wooyoung who he kept plastering himself all over you and obnoxiously laughing every time you'd push his arm away because he enjoyed making you mad at the party you were both at last night. he was so fucking annoying, yet you still didn't decline his invite back to his dorm.

an accident that kept happening more often than you'd like.

one time in an alley behind a nightclub where you both shoved your hands down each other's pants with your lips glued together, barely breaking apart to catch your breaths.

another time in your dorm floor's bathrooms where wooyoung fucked you after a party which wasn't exactly your proudest moment because those bathrooms are nasty and anyone could've walked in. including the invisible guy from the third floor that never passed up an opportunity to be a perv.

and then last night. it was the first time you've done it in an actual bed. wooyoung's bed.

you had the right mind to make sure none of your friends saw you leave together at least.

being ranked second came with certain benefits like having a suit all to himself to serve as his dormitory. it was surprisingly tidy now that you flash the light over the dark room, you didn't get a chance to ogle it over properly a couple of hours ago as you were...preoccupied.

wooyoung squirms behind you and you think he's only moving in his sleep, until his voice cuts through the silence;

"jesus christ, y/n, turn that shit off. my head is fucking killing me."

"i'm trying to find my clothes."

wooyoung groans dramatically, flipping onto his back with his arm settling over his eyes. you think he's gone back to sleep again but he continues talking.

"what time is it?"

"almost four-thirty. go the fuck back to sleep." you tell him, clumsily pulling your jeans on.

wooyoung turns on his side, smushing his face against the pillow as he watches you wave the flashlight on your phone around while trying to get dressed.

"you're leaving?"

"yes." you answer because it's obvious. you clear your throat, pulling the sweatshirt over your head, "sorry for falling asleep, it was an accident."

his brows furrow, "it's fine?" wooyoung's head picks up to look around his room until he realizes it's far too dark to see anything, so he just plops it back down against the pillow. "i had fun last night, you really know what you're doing in bed, y/l/n."

you roll your eyes despite him not being able to see you, "oh my god, will you please shut the fuck up?"

"hey, you're the one that fucking woke me up at four-thirty in the morning."

"well go back to sleep then. you're not the one who has to walk back in this cold and dark."

he yawns, "so stay over."

you look at him like he's stupid. "yeah, so jongho can see me in your room when he wakes up to go to the gym in three hours. no thanks."

jongho's room is right across from wooyoung's.

wooyoung frowns at your dismissive tone, he shrugs, "why is that such a horrible thing? is this supposed to be a secret or something?"

"no but i'm not exactly looking to advertise the fact that it happened."

"why are you acting like we won't be doing it again?"

"we won't." you tell him, pulling on your jacket and fixing the hood of it, "this isn't happening again."

maybe saying it out loud will actually make you stick to it.

his head tilts, "you say that every time we fuck and i think the basic rule of thumb is if you say it won't happen again then it definitely shouldn't happen again. this is, like, the fourth time we've hooked up in the past month."

you give him a sarcastic smile, "and the last."

"okay, see you next weekend."

"oh, go fuck yourself."

"text me when you get to your room."

"go the fuck back to sleep, wooyoung."

"i will after you text me when you get to your room."

you don't grace him with a response but simply open the door and slam it shut after yourself.

-

the moment you walk into your dorm, you shove your jeans and jacket off of you and bury yourself into the warm comfort of your bed. yeosang finds that it's the perfect opportunity to walk into your room like it's equally as his.

"back from your sexcapade with wooyoung?" his voice makes you jump as you scramble to sit up in bed, still in your blanket burrito.

"jesus christ, yeosang! you can't just do that!"

he frowns, sitting down on the chair by your desk, "you gave me a spare key."

"yeah, in case of emergency."

"you're hooking up with wooyoung, i'd say this is an emergency."

your roll your eyes, flopping down to lie on your bed again, "no, it is not. and it's barely five in the morning, why the fuck are you up?"

he looks down at his plaid pajama bottoms, "the pressing weight of everyone's dreams and thoughts on this floor doesn't let me sleep at night."

yeosang's ability was a burdening one, being a mind reader and controller couldn't be anything else but heavy on your own psyche so you sit up again, gaze softening in genuine concern before it quickly switches into a glare as yeosang snickers in your face.

"i'm fucking with you. i was gaming and heard your door getting unlocked."

"asshole."

"yeah, yeah. but let's get back to the discussion at hand." he says moving on the wheels of your chair across the room to the small cupboard where he knows you keep snacks and pulling a bag of cheetos out, immediately opening it and popping one in his mouth

you sigh, falling face first into your pillow, "there is nothing to discuss, yeosang."

"see but i don't think that's true."

"did wooyoung tell you something?"

"nope, he's been surprisingly tight-lipped about whatever the two of you are up to." is yeosang's reply that brings an irrational pang to your chest.

the thought of wooyoung, who can't keep his mouth shut for more than five seconds let alone a secret, being quiet about the two of you just makes you think he's trying to hide it because he doesn't want anyone else to know that he's...doing stuff...with you.

"i don't think it's that." yeosang is quick to tell you and you look at him confused before another glare sets on your face when you remember that you're friends with a fucking mind reader.

"there's nothing to discuss. nothing that matters anyway."

yeosang sighs, "y/n..."

"he's straight. i know how this ends, trust me."

and it ends with you eventually getting your heart broken one more time because someone you got attached to only wants you in one form, making you relive your teen years where your first boyfriend only ever wanted you to be a girl and you complied to make him happy. not much was different any of the times you tried dating in college that soon enough you gave up on it completely.

"i don't think wooyoung is like any of those people, y/n."

"well, i don't think he's not either." you mumble, face smushed against your pillow as you avoid yeosang's stare. you hate that he knows how sad that makes you. you wish you didn't care what jung fucking wooyoung thought about you.

"it's a little unfair to be upset with him because you think you need to be a girl every time you hook-up."

you frown at that. doesn't yeosang understand that it's easier to be with wooyoung when you're in the form you're sure he's into?

"how do you know that he's only into you when you're a girl? did you ever talk about that with him?"

no.

and he didn't have a problem with you shifting mid-kiss that first time either. he even kissed you first after that. for fuck's sake, he even let you go down on him. but then he said-

"what? what did he say?" yeosang's brows pinch together, "did he say something bad? should i go kick his ass?"

you roll your eyes, willing yourself not to think about it so yeosang's doesn't know. maybe you should let yeosang know because wooyoung deserves to be berated for it. what he said was stupid and shitty. still, you don't.

"no, he didn't say anything." you bury your face into your pillow again but not before shooting yeosang another glare, "and stay out of my head."

"geez, fine. no more picking apart at your complicated, self-sabotaging and emotionally constipated brain." he holds up his hands innocently but you know that you can trust him not to do it again during this conversation. yeosang is cool like that. "still, i think wooyoung likes you. but don't tell him i said that, he'll say i'm breaking bro-code or whatever although i don't see how that's breaking code when both of you are my friends."

you snort, "wooyoung does not like me and i don't like him either. we hate each other's guts."

"jesus christ," yeosang groans, still chewing on your snacks before seemingly giving up on trying to reason with you, "fine, whatever makes you sleep at night."

"it's true." you continue stubbornly, at this point trying to convince yourself more than anyone else. "he's straight."

"okay, let's say that's true, then are you just intentionally trying to hurt yourself by hooking up with him? because you know nothing will come out of it?" yeosang's gentle tone does nothing to soften the blow those words bring and you decide that this conversation must end now.

"i don't want to talk about this anymore."

"y/n-"

"i want to sleep now, yeosang. i'm tired." your voice is muffled under the pillows and blankets, you hear him sigh.

"fine."

you hear shuffling before eventually the door opens and closes again. your eyes finally slip shut and you try your hardest to not think of jung wooyoung or how warm would you be if you actually decided to stay this morning.

[til-f]

Episode 3 Thoughts

I was literally terrified that they weren't going to give us the whole prophecy. Breathed a sigh of relief when they did.

the prophecy scene with only gabe saying it felt super forced lol

I really missed the line "The real world is where the monsters are. that's where you learn if you're any good or not." Like, I wanted that. I also think it describes annabeth's character, and a lot of the reason why she wants to go on the quest.

some good angst when percy got mad on thalia's behalf. again, why do we have to change the tiniest lines to be different. JUST KEEP THEM THE SAME UGHHGHLJ

I don't mind that annabeth is like, a badass, but she isn't the leader of the quest. and i think her anal leader vibe is kinda not the best way to portray her. I don't know. This is percy's only quest. and I could see rick in the film studio being all like, "nah, we can't let percy be the star of the show. he needs to learn to relinquish control" and that is driving me CRAZY. the whole bit where alecto tells annabeth that she might be the most formidable demigod alive? WHY RICK. WHY. WHY MUST YOU NOT LET PERCY JUST BE THE FUCKING MAIN CHARACTER. WHY MUST YOU CHANGE THINGS. WHY WASN'T PERCY THE ONE TO KILL THE FURIES ON THE BUS AND WHY DOESN'T HE FEEL LIKE THE PROTAGONIST. WHYYYY

this book is so near and dear to my heart yall, I should not be making these posts LOL. But I love the show so please read on.

I loved grover's song, lmao. so cute. and when percy goes "our voting system's broken." i'm cracking up.

WHY WAS THE MEDUSA SCENE SO BAD AND SO WEIRD ??!!!!!???? WHAAT ???? WHAT THE FUCK. SERIOUSLY. WHAT?????????????? And again, why are the mosnters so fixated on annabeth? It's kinda weird?!!?!? Um. and I feel like just putting the invisible cap on medusa wouldn't have stopped her powers. also, the fight scene should have been more epic. whats with all the psychology. Just let the children eat burgers and kill medusa. jesus christ.

I don't quite get why percy is having trust issues in the show. in teh books, he's loyal to a fault. he doesn't even think to question that annabeth or grover would betray him. and that he only brought annabeth because he thought they wouldn't be friends? Sigh. Rick, if you're reading this, grrr

the last bit of the episode where percy ships the head to the gods (very impertinent!!!) (same font and same message as the book ahhhh!!!!!!!) and hermes delivering it to the 600th floor almost made up for the other nonsense. almost.

New York City babyyyyy I like it!

WHEW. overall, this episode drove me a little crazy, so I don't really know what to say. Hopefully next episode is better.

[xerophylloom]

The Times They Are a Changin' by Bandtrees and Hatsunoid is absolutely amazing

...And if you can handle the contents of it. No seriously. The fic is definitely dark and if you're sensitive to MEDICAL ABUSE, GORE, AND ABLEISM—Don't read it. It's especially centered around those and unless you close your eyes for all of it, you're not going to be able to handle it.

BUT!! It's so good, I would love to erase my memory just to experience reading it for the first time all over again. The disturbing parts aren't OOC (in my opinion at least) and it's very well-written, some optional out-of-site parts too.

A Laconic Summary: Mob loses control over his powers and causes permanent brain damage to Reigen and Ritsu. This fic explores the possible effects of that

Things of Note (as tags): Ambiguous Ending, Parasites (Specifically maggots and they're not TOO important, but they're there during a somewhat important moment)

Extremely long rambling (with spoilers) below the cut

This fic is so good, I created a sideblog for my AO3 to post about it. This fic is so good, that I had to stop what I was doing even though it is probably going to be detrimental to my grades. This fic is so good, that I was nearly about to rip my hair out from its roots

It's about 100k chapters long, separated into two parts. I'm easily bored and there's been plenty of times I've read a fic with maybe half the length, gotten bored, and thought of some parts as a slogfest even when it really wasn't—I just suck at getting through longfics. But reading through this, there was never a point where I thought that. Tensions were always high, rising even when I thought it wouldn't be able to, and I would end up near-screaming

And the way it shows how different characters feel? Gorgeous. Amazing. Love it.

Obviously, we have the normal book style descriptions from one character's POV, but then we have Teru's diary and Shou's little monologues(?), and it's all really cool??!?! Maybe that's what helped keep my attention. That and the little off-site links.

Speaking of those, I think I found all of them, but I'm not that observant so I could have easily missed some. And wow. Jesus christ. The last couple ones, the ones of Shou's gallery as his phone was getting wrecked, I was. just. In shock. I'm a very sentimental person who cares about photos and things, and I don't know how Shou didn't begin loudly crying right then and there because I would have

And god, so many times did I think 'Is this fic going to have untagged MCD?'. I was constantly at the edge of my seat expecting that someone would die. Reigen, Ritsu, Mob, Shou, Teru, Dimple (especially when he confronted Mob right as he was about to lobotomize Ritsu)... Basically all the main characters in the fic had moments where I was preparing to mourn

Mob really left for the deep end in this fic. I won't say that I fully get why he was so convinced that what he was doing was right, but it makes sense for him. He's not the type to let go easily, he's someone who draws strength from his bonds, and his aspect could be blood. And almost all his life, the message to never give up was basically struck into his head over and over. The one time I can recall where it wasn't? Claw, Seventh Division, where Reigen told him it's okay to run away. But I doubt that tilted the scale into being balanced in the slightest. There's so much more I could say about him in this fic. But I'll save it for now

Teru was... Teru. I understand him more than I did Mob, I think if I were in his situation, I would have maybe stopped at a certain point but we would be very similar in most of the actions we take. In the first chapter, I went 'haha silly!' at his entries. Seeing them as a little treat between the downers surrounding it. But then after he helped 'operate' (It doesn't feel right calling it that), I guess it really hit me. Then I started questioning if I would have done what he did. Then I realised I would have. Then I spiralled until I told myself this kind of situation will likely never happen to me and if it does, I'll get to it when I get to it

Serizawa is easily one of the ones you can feel for the most. Unlike Mob and Teru, he hadn't done anything to Reigen and Ritsu personally. And unlike Shou and Dimple, he didn't say harsh words. Perhaps you could blame him for not taking action sooner, but they all can be blamed for that.

Shou... Oh my god. Shou. At first, I was ready to fight Shou tooth and nail because really? That one comment on FriendBook wasn't necessary. I don't know how or why Mob didn't block him. But then as Mob spiralled further and further, I was hoping for him to make his way back into the narrative to save Reigen and Ritsu. Then he did. And he failed and he was injured and I thought he was going to die. Then he didn't. And it's implied he could have helped them. But could he have also made it worse? Who knows, that's why I put Ambiguous Ending as a thing of note.

DON'T FORGET THE OUT-OF-LINK STUFF!!! Mixed media fics that have off-site links are truly beautiful. My friend and I love that shit. Should she ever get into MP100, I'll recommend this fic to him with a shit-eating grin on my face. I hope the word count doesn't intimidate him erogdfkg... Every single bit of the off-site links I saw was just so cool. The art of Reigen made me feel strong unease, the real videos too, and that one animated video with Ritsu and Mob and Teru. Okay basically everything gave me a strong unease. But that's the point!!! And it was done well!!!!

This fic is pure talent, skill, and effort put into something that shouldn't just be preserved via a PDF file, but should be carved into stone for future archaeologists to discover. I wish I could hold even a fraction of power needed to create something this masterful

On a more less-serious note to finish this off: Mobway. Red Mobster. I was about to lose my shit. Every single time one of the companies showed up I was about to tear my hair out (in a funny way) because it felt like falling for a prank. I ESPECIALLY LOST MY SHIT AT PSYCHOLOGIST PEPPER BECAUSE IT TOOK ME SCROLLING DOWN BEFORE REALISING. Truly, the minds behind this were geniuses

Also, this might sound weird, but I got reminded of KomaedaLoveMail while reading this. The off-site links to websites for sure helped, but I guess I just associate talk of gore in written form in this way with KLM? Or maybe I haven't quite recovered from consuming that piece of media (Can you even call KLM that?) yet. This isn't bad by the way, I loved deepdiving into KLM even though my feeble brain couldn't comprehend shit.

And and one last note- Opening the song link in the end notes was like emotional whiplash. I had to sit there for a bit to process. Good music

This is a whole mess. Even for a ramble, it's a whole mess. I don't have words or sentences or even phrases for how I feel right now. I'm a mess

[hiswordsarekisses]

I had to fix this everywhere I posted it, sorry for sounding crazy lol!!! My little drunken elf of a spellchecker is getting carried away with suggestive text and it’s so hard to get used to proofreading every single time, when it was just fine when I copied it from my notes lol!!!!

Here we go…

The disciples thought all believers would be just like them, so they almost missed Paul - and many gentiles as well.

The Pharisees thought all believers had to be just like them, so they missed Jesus, and John the Baptist.

I consider God’s patience with me - keeping in mind how long it has taken me to grow and get solid footing in God’s Word, and in my walk ~ I will always consider His patience with ME before you will ever see me throwing someone who says they love God out because they are not just like me.

Whatever we do to the least of these, we are doing to Him.

And, btw, it’s been over 40 years and I have still not “arrived” a finished product yet.

We have no right to keep back from someone the grace and time to grow that we have given ourselves.

I do not know one person who became perfect yet - only God is perfect. Perfection is not the fruit of repentance, a turn around is - and no matter how little our progress might be each day, it’s still progress… Some people came out of drastically different circumstances than others, and some people’s “normal” their entire life may take longer than yours to transform. We are not all at the same place in life when we are called.

It is God’s kindness that leads us to repentance - not excluding those who claim to be Christians by measuring them sgainst ourselves! 😳😳😳 God measures them by what His Son did on the cross.

I don’t know who many people think they are - but this kind of behavior is hurting God’s heart, His Name, and His cause.

The best thing to do is to take someone’s word for it when they say they have turned to - and love the Lord - until they absolutely have proven otherwise. Like Judas, who turned his back on God and delivered the Son of God to be murdered.

“The Lord is not slack concerning His promise, as some count slackness, but is longsuffering toward us, not willing that any should perish but that all should come to repentance.” 2 Peter‬ ‭3‬:‭9‬

“But God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.” Romans‬ ‭5‬:‭8‬

This is one of the saddest quotes I have ever heard - and I believe it to be extremely accurate…… “A few years ago a group called ‘More in Common’ conducted a study called ‘The Perception Gap’ and found that many of us have ‘a deeply distorted understanding of each other.’” (The Rabbit Room)

“……The Way of Jesus is far more conversation - than condemnation.

And one of Jesus' main tools was the table - It turned foes into friends and strangers into family.”

"There is a reason why our literature is so full of great banquets, why kings summon their commanders and officials to feast with them.

Why, in their darkest hour, the downtrodden heroes often find themselves invited to sit with a stranger and share a meal.

Something happens around a table; bonds are formed, stories are told, barriers are broken down, and hope is kindled."

- Ian Simpkins

[its-no-biggie]

SO I WATCHED RESTORATION lets do a quick rundown of my little prediction chart. spoilers under the cut!

I FUCKING CALLED EPSILON TEX COMING BACK ???????

cant believe ZERO got canonized but nothing from temple. we were robbed.

not only no grimmons love confession, but THEY SPLIT UP?????? i wasnt genuinely expecting them to get together or anything but like holy shit. literally the plot of season 15 was grif wanting to split up and realizing that wasnt actually what he wanted. this is not their happy ending what the FUCK. like it was in character and kind of a nice moment, but not as the closure at the very end??? hello??????

predicted both one of the r&bs dying and (kind of) epsilon being dead. im a genius 💪

on that note. i cant believe they KILLED one of the main characters and it wasnt even good angst. tucker fucking killed him???? and then it never comes up again???? the only reason i wanted that to happen was because tucker is the villain!!! he killed him!!!! he should have to reconcile with that!!!! but he just. doesnt?????

still no wash/epsilon interactions. also washs whole presence in this movie was confusing and bad. just didnt make any sense. disappointing

the amount of red team screentime was good though! the reds were easily the best part of this movie. also caboose <3

um. the ending was much worse than i could have predicted. see above. also the "why are we here" thing was WAYYY overused. i appreciate a good callback but like have some restraint jesus christ

and of course the top left corner was bang on. meta!tucker was..... i think in a vaccuum and with better pacing i wouldve really liked it. theres some good angst potential there, but it makes no sense with the rvb meta (haha) and is not well executed. disappointing. and the other fragments had almost no lines :(

final notes. what the fuck did i just watch. honestly its about what i expected - has potential but poorly executed. but my GOD is it poorly executed. they really butchered most of the main cast - not in terms of like, dialogue, per se, but in terms of like. character arcs? most of the character moments would be at home in season 6 even though its supposed to be post-13. and donut isnt even in it! even though theres a moment that was CLEARLY written for donut!! also the twist with doc is somehow both predictable and makes no fucking sense. the exposition is painfully bad, and wastes its time on going over shit we already know while leaving gaping holes that are never explained. the ending is awful and the post credits scene is even worse. and the PACING. this shit is WAYYY too short for everything theyre trying to do, so theres absolutely no time to build tension or care about whats happening. just bad writing all around. but like. it couldve been good. i did have fun watching it. im planning to watch it again so i can fully digest it, and i cant WAIT to read fanfic about it. and there are some really funny moments! but its bad. its a bad season. EASILY worse than the 4 full seasons of material they retconned. honestly.... a fitting end for the show. and i mean that derogatorily

[mayasapphire]

Rare-ish serious post. Here it comes.

A few months before I left the church, I remember thinking: I don't want to be called a Christian. I want to be called a Christ-follower.

There are a lot of people that call themselves Christians that make me cringe. Religious leaders that use their positions of power to abuse children. Conservative pundits saying genuinely awful things about queer people. Complete hypocrites that say one thing and walk another. Those are the people I don't want to associate with. They can have the label "Christian". I just want to follow the man himself.

That kinds brings me to the main point I wanted to make.

I think it's way too easy for me to get angry at Christians as a group.

We look at the extremists, the obnoxious bigots online, and even the well-meaning but ignorant people in our own lives who call themselves Christians. The people that take their god, and drag his name around in the mud for all to see.

It sucks that those are the people that get seen. They do deserve to get called out. But you never really see the Christians that are actually good. The ones who actually do good. And when they are seen, they're overshadowed. A nice volunteer will almost always get less spotlight than a hate preacher. Again, that sucks!

I don't want to point the finger at people who don't deserve it. Christians in general aren't bad. Evangelicals tend to be more...yeesh. Would Jesus look at those people and be happy that they're using his name? I doubt it.

The lesson I want to teach from this is the distinction between evangelicalism and Christianity. I want to make less anger and more joy. More communication. More setting differences aside. More love.

I apologize if I ever (figuratively) attack an innocent person by raging against a larger group that they belong to.

Do I have some form of religious trauma? Probably. Wouldn't be surprised. But I don't want to live the rest of my life angry at people who don't deserve it.

[vvatchword]

I'm Gonna Die Mad about It

So: I finished Stephen King's It.

This book was nearly "perfect" with a capital "P." So fucking close!! I cannot begin to explain to you how pretty the prose was, how well-written and unique the book is on a technical level, how neatly the research and symbolism and theming all fit, the Grade-A characterization and setting.

Just one element holds this book back: his treatment of women is fucking dire. Just the worst thing you've ever seen. If he were a shitty writer, you could just chalk it up to him being shitty, but--like I've said in a previous post--his second-rate treatment is obvious precisely because of his god-tier skill.

Spoilers follow.

Women Are Cardstock

I have been reading this book in chunks over the past six months to a year--I don't even remember when I started, now--and for a while I took my time because I enjoyed it so damn much. On two occasions, I had to put it down for a few weeks because I got so fucking mad. Beverly and Audra are treated like sexual objects over and over and over, which is a big deal because Beverly is our major female character and Audra is as close as we get to a second.

Oh, actually: there's another major female character. You just didn't realize it. The monster It was female, and part of the story involves the main characters curb-stomping her eggs before they can hatch and escape.

There's nothing wrong with It being female. In fact, thematically speaking, this fits. There's just one problem, and it demands just a little explanation: you know how most Stephen King stories have two-dimensional characters, usually in villain roles? They're just nasty for the sake of being nasty, and they do horrible over-the-top things to other people, and we get to clap when they die in horrible ways. Some good examples would be Henry Bowers and some of his friends.

Well, King doesn't do this to just any character. Most of his characters are well-rounded, and even minor characters feel like someone you might meet on the street. Frankly, I enjoy his villains. It is definitely an acknowledgment that every now and then you get an awful human being, and it's enjoyable from an entertainment standpoint.

In a story that is absolutely filled to the brim with supporting characters, most are male, all with a variety of roles, jobs, personalities, and so on. But absolutely every single female character is reducible to a two-note role. Beverly and Audra are two-note good because they're sexually available and pretty; Mrs. Kaspbrak is two-note bad because of her comical ugliness (read: you don't want to fuck her) and behavior and is as close as we get to a fourth major female character. The other reoccuring female characters are so minor that they are essentially two-note themselves. Women fill very limited roles, perform very limited tasks, and are mostly notable in stereotypical ways--Mother, Grandparent, Wife, Nurse, Teacher, Clerk, Waitress, Sexual Assault Victim--all the way up to the monster, who is Itself a two-note Evil.

Looking in the Mirror

Sometimes, when a book has an obvious flaw, it's just a small comment on the author, and you can go on. It's not really worth talking about because the Yikes isn't always foundational. But Its sexism is astoundingly foundational. It's downright thematic. Women are represented as wellsprings and sexual, almost magical in Bev's case. Don't do that, jesus christ. A "good" stereotype is just as bad as a bad one. You shouldn't reduce Native people to "noble savages," you shouldn't reduce Chinese people to "always savants," you don't do "magical heart of the family" women. Part of equity is recognizing that people can be bad and complicated. ALL people.

A good example would be the underage sex scene. Now, it wasn't as bad as I expected it to be--only King could have fucking pulled this off without making me throw the book across the room--but I am also going to say: the reason he wrote it was extremely suspect. See, it was clear he had a hard-on for Beverly as a character--constantly noting her sexuality both as an adult and as a prepubescent, which went to skin-crawling levels--and he wanted her to be fucked. Oh, god, he needed her fucked so so bad.

Now, the ending of the childhood arc could have ended with the children cutting their palms and holding hands. This would have satisfied his need for a symbolic illustration of the Circle, the joining of the wheel, the coupling of the links, and, I guess, the exchange of fluids. But, true to form, he wanted something with a bit more pizzazz--most specifically, to show the death of childhood. Now, I'm not sure how else to do it--and it's certainly possible that sex could have played a role--but he did NOT need Bev to fuck everybody. It was transparently clear that he wanted everybody to fuck her for other reasons, and I must stress: she was a fucking child, and would be one for some time afterward.

I feel like I could go on for about ten paragraphs about the meta of a book--why authors choose the characters, subjects, problems, symbols, and contexts that they do--and when those choices become transparent and reveal the magician behind the curtain. See, there are moments where It becomes more about the author than the story being told. That's the gross factor, not the fact that underage sex occurs. It doesn't mean that authors can't write about underage sex or unfaithful spouses or kids being motherfuckers or use those elements symbolically. I mean, those things absolutely happen, and harsh truths are some of King's calling cards, and I am grateful to him for that. What is gross is an adult getting a hard-on for a baby and wanting that baby to get fucked.

Why Fucking?

As we all know, fucking is not in and of itself a sign of childhood's end. Why couldn't Bev's period be just as symbolic, for example? Well, we can't use that, because boys don't have periods, so how else do we show that everyone has stepped up out of their old roles into new ones, preferably simultaneously and directly after their first encounter with It?

I'd argue that the act of leaving childhood is a number of life experiences that put the Fear of God into you, and that you really only hit adulthood sometime in your 30s, and some people never hit it at all--due to anything from limitations of intellect and dogma to the cushion of wealth. I'd argue that trying to illustrate it by sex is extremely simplistic and even a bit insulting. I mean, you've never seen dumbass teens flying after that forbidden fruit? Do you ever think, "Yeah, that sure isn't a child! That highly unstable horny motherfucker right over there."

First of all: King used this as a way to show the kids stepping over the boundary from childhood to teenhood. To which I say, as a lifelong asexual: lol. But I guess that's 80s America for you. Sex was a bigger deal back then.

Secondly, he used this to show the Losers as binding to each other--joining the circle, in essence. Okay, then why didn't all of the characters fuck each other regardless of sex? This would have been as equally symbolic of the joining, if not MORE so, because the Losers' linkage should have been about the union of EVERY MEMBER, not of everyone unifying to fuck the same person. Why was Beverly's fuckhole more sanctified than, say, Bill's? Or P in V more noble than a handjob?

Here's where we see that double standard in action: Beverly was an object to be fucked and romantically desired, but the male characters were fully-fledged beings whose sexuality was one part of several parts. She was only there to fulfill them. They were not inherently sexually desirable--only she was. They are certainly spoken of sexually in the book, but these descriptions tend to be obvious, clinical signs of puberty for the most part. They're treated respectfully, in short.

(Notable, too, that Mike Hanlon and Stan Uris--as the other token minorities in the group--get more explanations of and respect for their backgrounds than Bev does. If you don't think I'm taking this lesson to heart...)

Thirdly, it's a sign of how 80s-era King saw sex and women: as symbols of life, with the act of procreation in the face of death and destruction. That's not necessarily incorrect, but it can be taken to a regressive place, and he went there. I'm just gonna say that the death of the only obvious gay character in the book becomes a little more interesting with this reveal.

This also makes It more interesting as a character: It reproduces asexually. I suppose it is also possible that it can't create anything of its own--perhaps It consumes children to create its own? Regardless, this implies that the act of fucking itself is something more than the act. Now, by the end of the book, King defines the true life drive as "desire"... not sure I followed him there, but then again I did read the book over an enormous period of time and probably missed a lot of connecting tissue. I'll have to come back to this.

I'm Coming Back to This

As mad as Its stances on sexuality and women made me... this book is incredibly fucking good. I already want to read it again. King is a master of the craft. Not many people can do this shit. The very act of intertwining the childhood parts with the adult part, which could have been clumsy or terrible in anyone else's hands, works perfectly here. His prose is beautiful and there are lots of wonderful lines. He fully develops every character and setting. I want my own copy to scribble in.

My favorite part was when King brought each adult characters' fears to life. Up to this point, I may have been a little, uh... well, I may have laughed a few times. King has this one stylistic fetish where he gets gratuitously gross and there's a point where it's not scary, it's just kinda stupid. It's the equivalent of an 8-year-old boy with his sleeves folded over his hands coming up to you and slapping a frog into your open hand. Like, yep, honey, that's a frog. Put it back.

So while there were a couple of monsters that definitely gave me chills, for the most part I was like, "Ohhhh are there worms in his mouth now, Stephen? Are you gonna talk about exposed intestines now, Stephen? Is the head leaning halfway off the neck with an eyeball hanging out, Stephen? Hurrrrr that's not how bodies work hurrrrr"

Needless to say, because I wasn't scared, I was basically doing that thing where I was thinking: "Well, if I saw this monster in quite this way, I would have done this or this or this."

But with the appearance of one of Its final forms, it clicked. I got it. And I was able to extrapolate from the fear a character felt to some fears in my own life. It was remarkably powerful. Its appearance was perfect in that moment, and a lot of the book slotted into place for me. I was able to look at my own fear in the face--realize what shape It would take in adulthood.

That right there is the magic of literature, lemme tell you. I had a healing moment last night.

I highly recommend giving It a read.

As for me, I'm about to read a LOT more classic King. Stick around to hear me huff and puff about Carrie or something, idk

[akari-hope]

no but fr xvi makes me so upset bc it has some things in it that are really fun and compelling. joshua as a character just has very good writing, dion is genuinely a revolutionary kind of character for the series, torgal is a delightful companion even if he's not very useful aside from making me smile, a lot of minor characters are charming, there's a couple of really beautiful tracks in there, the combat can be fun at times when it decides to be. but i have to lampshade all of my praise with the fact that basically everything else is either lackluster or straight up bad.

jill is...god we talk about people not knowing how to write women but jesus fucking christ why does she get the same amount of importance as the fucking dog (sorry but a blip of "oh she has trauma but we won't actually get into that save for an excuse for a boss fight" isn't enough to actually make a character). the romance feels so awkward i literally don't understand how anyone thinks it's compelling, how do you write two characters naked on a beach and still have it feel like they don't have interest in one another. it's a problem when side characters feel better written than your leading lady. not that clive is much better, but his interactions with other characters can bring out more interesting sides of him. there's a lot to be said for the game being a little eager for its m rating, and it comes through every now and then in the form of "did they need to be naked for that" and "was 'fuck' really the most natural word there". it's not bad exactly, just very...baby's first time at the grown-up table.

the combat for the most part is a "press square" simulator and there's zero meaningful strategy, not to mention elements have zero meaning and status effects are gone (despite having an enemy infamous for inflicting status effects appear multiple times in the main story??). there's too much reliance on the eikon battles to be spectacle and as someone that doesn't really care for spectacle or action in general it REALLY fucking shows. i end up not caring as much about the main cast since they hardly seem relevant half the time, and the fact that party members are really just for show and they do almost nothing practically is kind of just insult to injury. there's almost no accessibility features of any kind, and those that ARE present are either not great (different control layouts that are all equally awkward as opposed to just button mapping) or are tied to in-game accessories that take up a slot bc apparently equipping those means you don't actually need other accessories according to yoshida.

the story doesn't really feel like it does much between the prologue and the very end - things HAPPEN but they somehow don't feel much like it due to how episodic it feels, and most of the events are bogged down by poor quest design that feel primed to pad playtime rather than actually be engaging (I had to get past the 20 hour mark to not feel just straight up bored). most side quests are not rewarding either, neither by giving you in-game rewards or compelling stories/worldbuilding/etc. there is an archive of lore/events/etc. but you can only access it by either using the actively changing entries that are always available but are not comprehensive OR by going and talking to specific npcs, which is a decision i still cannot understand and made me literally never care to engage with it. not to mention that the worldbuilding makes almost no sense when you take a step back to contemplate for a minute. aside from those few tracks i find genuinely beautiful, the music is forgettable; not bad, just unremarkable. the end of the story ALMOST gets to a point where it feels like it's interesting and actually doing something cool, but it sort of just...doesn't?? and it isn't made better by that post-credits scene.

and yet somehow this title is critically acclaimed and has a huge amount of people in love with it too. i can't even use the "maybe it's just not for me" excuse bc i have always been a big fan of the series and the ways it changes and transforms (i've played and enjoyed every mainline game aside from v, xi, and xiv, and my favorite titles are iv, viii, xii, and xiii so like...). i genuinely have never understood praise LESS than with this title and it honestly drives me insane.

idk if i wanted to play an action rpg starring a protagonist on a revenge quest who turns into a "monster" and relearns how to find meaning in life through companionship that features engaging combat, a memorable soundtrack, compelling characters, and a story that feels meaningful...i'd just play tales of berseria. at least that has a well-written female lead.

[spiritualesoterichighlevel]

Gods of the sun/son

“🔺WHY DO GODS HAVE A SUN HALO ABOVE THEIR HEADS? ☀️✨🌟

"The story of Christ and his 12 disciples is a parody of the sun and the 12 signs of the Zodiac (the old calendar consisted of 13 months). Everything told of Christ has reference to the sun. His reported resurrection is at sunrise, and that on the first day of the week; that is, on the day anciently dedicated to the sun, which was called sunday." - Thomas Paine

No wonder his day of worship and resurrection is also on SUNday.

"Christ was always assimilated to the sun." - Dr. Robert Briffault

Christ was just an upgraded and altered version of the previous mythical sun gods before him.

List of Sun Gods before Jesus Christ who share some similar stories and attributes:

Horus/Ra of Egypt

Mithra of Persia

Krishna of India

Amaterasu of Japan

Apollo of Greece

Quetzalcoatl of Mesoamerica

Sol of Rome

Surya of India

Helios of Greece

List of Gods born on December 25th:

HORUS

An Ethiopian-Sudanese/Egyptian God, born 25th December, by a Virgin around 3,000 YEARS before Jesus. Resurrected after death.

KRISHNA

An Indian God, born 25th December, by a Virgin around 900 YEARS before Jesus.

ZARATHUSTRA

An Iranian God, born 25th December, by a Virgin around 1,000 YEARS before Jesus.

HERCULES

A Greek God, born 25th December, by a Virgin around 800 YEARS before Jesus.

MITHRA

A Persian God, born 25th December, by a Virgin- 600 YEARS before Jesus. Resurrected after death.

DIONYSUS

A Greek God, born 25th December, by a Virgin around 500 YEARS before Jesus.

THAMMUZ

A Babylonian God, born 25th December, by a Virgin around 400 YEARS before Jesus.

HERMES

A Greek God, born 25th December, by a Virgin around 200 YEARS before Jesus.

ADONIS

A Phoenician God, born 25th December, by a Virgin around 200 YEARS before Jesus.

JESUS CHRIST

A Roman God, born 25th December, by a Virgin around 300 AD.

FYI: Dec. 25 is a celebration for the Roman festival of the SUN.

Almost all of these Gods were often depicted with a sun-like halo above their heads, and their day of worship is on a SUNday.

Sun halo signifies enLightened consciousness (illumination).

"I am the Light of the world." - Jesus Christ

Christ was also called "The Bright and Morning Star."

Sun = Star

Christ's birth was also associated with the star of Bethlehem, and he was visited by the three kings which is symbolical for the Orion star constellation. His entire story is filled with astrological symbology.

"When you understand metaphors, allegories, parables and symbolism, you will understand the wisdom of the ancients."

Almost all Gods and personages in all myths and religions are just PERSONIFICATIONS of the procreative power of the universe and the one universal mind/divine source.

(Personification - the attribution or embodiment of a personal nature or human characteristics to something nonhuman, or the representation of an abstract quality in human form.)

The Sun was worshiped for many good reasons; after all, life here would not exist without the energy coming from the sun. For those in ancient times, the realization of their reliance on the Sun for their harvests, and in turn their survival,

🌳🌱Deviating from the main topic a bit, I've said in one of my previous post, most of the energy in our bodies comes from the sun. The energy of the food (vegetables, fruits and animals) that we eat comes from the sun. Plants and trees grow because they reach out to the energy of the sun.They absorb it's energy through a process called "photosynthesis," and it's possible because water is a conductor and a repository of energy. Remember, most animals eat plants and grass... then they are consumed/eaten by predatory animals. So whether if you are a meat lover or a vegan, most of the energy you get from your food comes from the sun.🌱🌲🌳🌻

✨🌟☀️

Originally, Christ comes from the word Christos (crystalline consciousness and genetics/enLightened consciousness). It is a level, state or degree of an awakened consciousness. It is the birth right of any man to reach this level of consciousness... but the hidden rulers of this world hid the truth from the majority.

The word Christ actually has multiple meanings and representations...

Christ, the sun and your consciousness are all intertwined. This is the reason why most gods, gurus and saints have sun-like halos/disks above their heads. But that's another long topic.

This is just the surface, there is so much more to this...

EDIT 1

I'm not really supposed to include this but, just to end confusion from people, I'll include some more info on Jesus, the one they called "The Christ."

There were actually two versions of Jesus Christ.

There was an actual man named Yeshuah (Jesus in English translation) and he was associated with the Essenes. This Jesus was similar to the Buddha who became spiritually enLIGHTened. He was an ascended spiritual master. The ancient authors later altered and intertwined his story with the previous SUN gods before him and was veiled/hidden in symbols and metaphors. (There was a deep reason why they did this.)

If you wanna find out about his real story, try to research on "The Essenes and The Dead Sea Scrolls." Also, look for "The Nag Hammadi Scriptures" or "The Gospel of Thomas." These are the original and unaltered versions of his real story that was kept from the masses by the Elites and other secret societies.

The famous Dolores Cannon also wrote a lot about this Jesus. Here are two of the titles I know: "Jesus and The Essenes" and "They walked with Jesus."

[lovelybucky1]

Kinktober Day 28-Sex Pollen

warnings: gender neutral!reader, dubcon, sex pollen, TGM spoilers, mentions of injury, mentions of semi-public sex, 18+ minors dni

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When you heard the news that Bradley and Maverick went down behind enemy lines, you were devastated. Your heart sank and you felt sick to your stomach, like your whole life was just ripped away from you and left you standing there, cold and empty.

When you heard the news that they were flying back to the carrier in an old F-14 after Jake saved them, you and your fellow pilots celebrated. Jumping, cheering, high fives, a few chest bumps here and there. A seemingly impossible mission completed with some difficulty, but no casualties.

The boys landed and you tried to push your way through the crowd to get to Rooster, but you couldn’t make it through the dense swarm. You watched from a distance as Bradley and Maverick hugged, and Jake and Bradley shook hands and shared a warm smile. It warmed your heart to see the connection your boyfriend has built with both men in these last few weeks.

Bradley finally makes it out of the crowd and spots you. As he’s walking over, his smile seems to fade and it’s like someone has dropped an elephant on his back.

“Baby,” he groans as he throws himself into your arms.

You hug him tightly, but he doesn’t hug you back. He’s limp in your hold, dead weight threatening to topple you over.

“What’s the matter?” you ask, figuring it’s a dumb question but you might as well ask.

Bradley pulls back from the hug and you see his eyes, droopy and rimmed with red. His lips are parted just slightly and he seems to be breathless.

“Need you,” he whispers.

Your brows furrow. “What?”

“Need you so bad. It fucking burns, honey. Please… we gotta find somewhere soon because I can’t take it anymore.” His voice has a desperate edge to it, like he really is in pain, so you grab his hand and lead him away from the crowd.

After a short walk, you find a secluded closet and you pull Bradley into it. You shut the door and almost instantly, your back is being pressed firmly into it.

“What happened?” you ask.

“Mav and I… we got into somethin’. Don’t know what it was but it made me feel awful. I felt so sick and then…”

“Then what?”

“God, I got so hard,” he groans.

Your eyes widen and you look down to see the sizable bulge in your boyfriend’s pants. You trail your fingertips over it and his hips buck, desperate searching for more friction.

“Oh, Bradley… how long have you been like this?”

“Feels like days. Mav and I were trying to start up the F-14 and there was some power that blew into my face and Jesus Christ I think I’m gonna die.”

You wrap your arms around his waist and pull him close in what was meant to be a hug, but he took it as an opportunity to rub himself against your hip.

“Everything hurts so bad. My throat itches, my head is pounding, and I’m so fuckin’ hot.”

You manage to unzip his flight suit a little to find his black t-shirt underneath soaked through with sweat. He buries his face into the crook of your neck and holds you as close as he possibly can.

“Didn’t realize how bad it was until we landed. Saw you and it got even worse. Fuck, baby, I need to fuck you. Need to feel you around my cock or I swear to god I’m gonna lose my mind.”

You nod quickly and scramble to think about how you can help him. You’re not really one to have sex in public, but if it’s between your modesty and your boyfriend’s life…

“Fuck me, Bradley.”

if you enjoyed, please consider reblogging. engagement had been down recently due to tumblr’s new censorship of fanfiction that includes smut, and i want to be able to share my work with as many people as possible. if you want to be tagged in future fics, fill out the form for my taglist found on my pinned post. thank you for reading <3

[crimeronan]

the fondest specific compliment i’ve gotten on my toh fic is that everyone swears in a way that’s very true to character. where it feels like they Definitely talk like this offscreen, like it flows naturally & isn’t jarring despite the G-rated source material

this delights me because i have spent SO MUCH time thinking about the owl house cast and how different people swear. limiting this post to POVs i’ve written but here’s a few headcanons

luz: almost never swears. if she does she’s either doing it for Maximum Emphasis or because it’s very funny in a very specific situation with very specific peers (hunter & willow. she can’t swear in front of amity or gus bc she feels like she’s tarnishing her Innocent Image). even when luz CAN say “fuck” in T-rated properties, she does in fact default to “jeez” and “crikey” and “wow” and “EAUGHHH NO OH NO EUGH NO” at all times. some people swear in their other main language around english speakers but luz is not one of these people. generally in situations where most reasonable individuals would yell “HEY ASSHOLE” or “DUDE??? WHAT THE FUCK????”...... she simply throws things and/or starts biting. That’s My Daughter

hunter: swears more than luz but still not Super Often. most common go-tos are ‘shit’ as a panicked exclamation & ‘bullshit’ as an unimpressed observation. he knows more curse words than anyone else in the show including eda because of How The Coven Scouts Are. several of the curse words are wholly made-up epithets shared by approximately ten trauma-bonded weirdo soldiers. that said, he.... legitimately does not know which muttered oaths are just weird idioms versus Actual Swears bc he’s never Needed to know. (formal speak with belos automatically removes all of these informal interjections in the first place, and no one else is gonna question how The Golden Guard talks, so.... no reason to learn.) if anyone tries to explain these nuances to him later in life he will get into an autistic shouting match about how that’s SO STUPID and UNNECESSARY and MAKES NO SENSE you DUMBSHIT MOTHERF-

eda: tries hard to tone down her language around The Chillens but swears... sssSSSO MUCH. sailor tongue ahoy the woman was raised by wolves (ie: her mom who even in her old age will still shout “YEAH RUN YOU PUNK-ASS BITCH” at randos on the street). eda says “fuck” aloud an average of once or twice in any given fic chapter but should say it more. if i ever write her alone with raine it will become 200 times per chapter because with raine she casually flips back to her high school self and all her creative teen lingos. yknow, back before she learned to be all Mature and Professional. a class act. as she rifles through heaps of garbage and develops hives at any sign of emotional intimacy

darius: theoretically swears a lot and has nothing AGAINST a very verbose “motherfucker son of a bitch dick-for-brains are you fucking SHITTING me you INCOMPETENT-” however he USUALLY uses boiling isles swears. not because he’s being censored by the writers but because a muttered “mother of titans i’m begging you to come down and cast these fucking imbeciles into the boiling sea before i lose my fuckdamned SHI-” is just. Yeah. That’s Him. darius is the guy who WOULD be saying ‘jesus h christ’ and ‘christ on a stick shift’ and ‘mother mary of god PLEASE either end this meeting early or STRIKE ME DEAD BEFORE MASS’ except. yknow, he’s got other religious figures to invoke. sidenote he’s been dying to shout “KIIIIISS MYYYY ASSSSSS” at 98% of his coworkers for 30 straight years. to the point that he sometimes dreams about it

bonus

camila: swears exclusively in french (a language in which she is not fluent) bc she doesnt want luz picking up bad language. she learned these expressions from an old friend from montreal which means that luz now has a weirdly broad knowledge of extremely rude quebecois slang without knowing any specific definitions. she just knows that these are words you recite to french-canadians if you want to start a bar fight.

[late-to-the-party-81]

No work and all play

AN: It's day five and time for our favourite a-hole - Ransom Drysdale.

I'm using dialogue prompts from this post by @nightprompts and they can be found emboldened in the text.

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Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

CW: Free Use, Dumbification, Explicit Sexual content, a bit of degradation, clothed sex, Slightly Mean Ransom, but also Soft Ransom

Word count: 1.3k

You didn’t even hear the front door open and close, nothing to warn you that Ransom had got home. No, your first indication was when your chair was pulled back from your computer desk, halfway through a sentence of your thesis, being spun around as it went and Ransom crashing down to his knees, flipping up your skirt, pushing your panties to the side and latching onto you.

“Jesus Christ, Ran! Oh! What the fuuuuuuck.”

He paused in his enthusiastic eating of your cunt to remind you of your agreement.

“Free use, Kitten. You promised me last night, and I’ve been fucking dreaming, thinking, of this, all goddamn day.”

Your eyes rolled back in your head as he attacked your core again, each suck, each swipe of his tongue expertly deployed, guaranteed to have you dripping and needy in the minimum amount of time. And you couldn’t help it. There was something about his manner, his demeanour, his ‘douchebag’ attitude that did IT for you.

Your hand flew to his hair, gripping the light brown strands tightly. Ransom sat back on his knees, his sweater clad arms wrapping around your thighs and bringing you up to his mouth so he could feast more easily. The soft knitted material rubbed against your soft flesh and it set off some Pavolvian response in you, one that only Ransom managed to bring out.

“Ran, oh God, I… fuck!”

He lifted his head again and he grinned at you, face glistening with moisture.

“What’s that Kitten? You aren’t being very clear. Something you want?”

As he waited for your answer with a smirk, he ran his index finger up and down your folds and around your entrance, setting off small shudders in your body.

“Please, I just… Ohhhh… I, uh… “

“Aaaaww, my Kitten gone dumb already? I’ve barely started and you can’t even think. Just wanna feel, don’t you? Feel my mouth on your pretty little cunt before I fuck you even more stupid.”  

He pressed two fingers into you, aiming straight for your sensitive spot and curling them up, stroking and watching you tremble below him.

“Do you want my mouth back on you? Use your words, like a good girl.”

He looked at you, expectantly, and you tried to clear the lustful fog in your head enough to give him what he wanted.

“Please, Ran. I… I need your mouth.” 

He twisted his wrist and spread his fingers against your slick walls.

“Where do you want my mouth, baby? You know I expect full sentences from you.”

“Oh, fuck! On my pussy, Ran! Please! I need your mouth on my pussy.”

He chuckled at you.

“Such a needy slut, but also such a good girl for me…”

He finally dipped his head again, giving you what you needed. He was like a man starved and you were happy to slake his hunger with your body, thesis be damned. He teased your clit with his tongue and teeth, as his fingers continued to stroke inside you. You wound one of your legs behind his head, partially for balance on the small office chair, but also to keep him in place. You were so close.

In fact, you were there.

The waves of pleasure crashed down on you, rolling off your body like the roughest surf, almost threatening to drag you under, again and again. You tried to say something, anything, but all that came out were incoherent moans, interspersed with the odd swear word, as you just let yourself feel.

You were still reeling when you felt Ransom carefully pull you off the chair and lay you down on the rug. His mouth latched onto your breast through your dress and bra, soaking the fabric. You were still gripping his hair, his usual, perfectly coiffed strands now sticking out all over the place. The clink, and subsequent thunk of his belt being undone and hitting the floor, made you lift your hips, your sensitive core rubbing against the rough denim of his jeans, as he worked to free himself. A moment later, he was sliding into you, his velvet steel cock stretching you in the most wonderful way.

Ransom moved his mouth to yours, his hand quickly taking its place on your breast as he started to thrust into you, his hips pistoning at speed as he chased his high.

“You gonna give me another, Kitten? I know what this cock does to you. Bet you spent all day dreaming about it, like the dumb slut you are. Can’t think of anything else, can you?”

You dragged in a breath as he ground out his filthy monologue in your ear.

“If you had your way, you’d be on this dick all the time, wouldn’t you? Not thinking, not caring, just… fucking… feeling.”

Little punched out moans left your mouth with each emphatic thrust of his hips, and you felt him smile against your neck.

“Ran, oh! Fuck!”

“That’s it, baby. All you’re good for, isn’t it? A good fuck, yeah. Just opening your legs and taking exactly what I give you. Love it when you go all dumb, no thoughts in that pretty head. You gonna cum again, Kitten? Gonna squeeze this dick and make a mess right here in your office?”

All you could do was mewl as he worked you over. The irony was that he wasn’t doing anything special, he was more concerned with himself now than you, but it was still turning you on. Your second orgasm was approaching, and you turned your head to recapture Ransom’s lips. You needed him connected to you as much as possible. His tongue tangled with yours, his hand still squeezing your breast and his denim clad legs rubbing against your bare ones as he fucked into you with abandon. It should have been uncomfortable, especially with your back only being cushioned by the rug, but you didn’t care. All you could think of was him, how he enveloped you and took you over…

You ripped your lips away from his to cry out, as your back arched and your fists curled. Your cunt pulsed around his cock as your ecstasy washed over you and his momentum stuttered, his answering cry sounding loud in your ears as he pumped into you.

You came back to yourself some moments later, Ransom’s weight heavy upon you but not wholly unwelcome. You carded your fingers through his dishevelled locks and placed kisses on his temple.

“Ran, baby. You’re crushing me.”

He nuzzled into your neck and whined with faux distress.

“But you’re so comfy, Kitten.”

“But I'm also sticky and gross.” You slapped your hand down on his ass, although the effect was lessened by his jeans. “Up. I need to clean up and carry on with my train of thought.”

He let out another grumble before shifting and leaving the warm embrace of your body so he could roll to the side. You giggled as you stood, looking down at him lying prone on your office floor, arms out wide, jeans undone and boxers hooked under his balls; the picture of debauchery.

“Don’t lie and say you didn’t love that.”

You turned your back and hummed as you grabbed some tissues and tried to freshen up.

“You can’t lie to me, Kitten.” His tone was teasing and you turned around, a grin on your face as you rested your ass on the edge of your desk.

“Fishing for compliments, Ran? You know I loved it. But now I need you out - go order dinner or something. I’m so close to finishing this section.”

You watched him stand and right his own clothing, before he took a step forward, looping his arms around your waist and pressing his forehead to yours.

“I’ll leave you to it, for now. Let’s face it, I like the sound of Dr. Drysdale.”

You playfully shoved him away.

“What if I decide to use my maiden name?”

“I’d tell you to eat shit, Kitten.”

You both looked at each other for a moment, before bursting out with laughter.

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edit by @raeganlolz <3

∘ requests: I tried to use as many as I could that made sense! Hope you enjoy!

“the things i’d do to meet edgy karl’s parents.”

“ok but next time you want to write smut for edgy!karl...post pregnancy scare...karl having a fixation on readers tiddies...like the whole time. -🧚🏻‍♀️”

“i stg this is my last thing ill send in today about edgy!karl but karl letting reader dom him completely.-🧚🏻‍♀️”

“CONSIDER edgy!Karl saying ‘that's my girl’”

∘ pairing: edgy!Karl Jacobs x fm!reader 

∘ warnings: nsfw (minors dni), mentions of underaged sex, asphyxiation, domination, this being 4k

∘ word count: ~4000 (im so sorry)

∘ links: 𐐪 ao3 𐑂 𐐪 previous part 𐑂 𐐪 submit an edgy!karl edit 𐑂

∘ disclaimer: I made up all the dynamics and Karl lore. This is also an au and I do what I want so

You rolled your shoulders, twisting your back to alleviate some of the stress in your back as your mind raced at the possible outcomes of spending the weekend at Karl’s parent’s place. He seemed to deal with the situation in his own way, a cigarette lazily hanging from his lips as he scrubbed the nail polish from his fingers. You wondered if his parents were sticklers for order, then again, knowing Karl, there was no way they weren’t crazy strict. You thought about your own family and what would happen if Karl were to meet your mother.

Karl seemed almost absent-mindedly going through the motions of visiting them like you had nothing to worry about. There were occasions when he even made it clear that you had your life more intact than he did, so it was doubtful they would hate you.

You peered over at him, taking your eyes off the road momentarily as he paused to blow smoke out of his window. “Why do you have to take it off?” You asked, gesturing to his hands.

He scoffed slightly, sitting up and throwing the dirty cotton ball into the small bag beside him. “My mom hates the dark colors,” he murmured, flicking his cigarette bud outside. He moved a hand to settle over your thigh, wrapping his fingers around the flesh. “Don’t worry, I’ll paint them again when we get back,” he chided. “I know it’s the only reason you keep me around.”

You snorted at this, shaking your head at his joke.

The two of you came to a small stop-over town, swapping seats after filling up the tank at the local gas station. Through the crack in the passenger window, you could hear the cashier greeting Karl as if they were old friends, smacking him on the back and walking him out the door with a smile. As Karl sank into the driver’s seat you furrowed your brows. He looked at you with a shrug. “We vacation around here sometimes,” he brushed off, making your mouth twist in disbelief. He was downplaying the extent of his family’s hold over the town.

As the two of you drove through the main street of the town, your eyes snapped to the various stores with his last name plastered on the signs. You nearly asked him about it, instead opting out as you figured he would give you a half-assed answer and only give you part of the story.

His house had its own street, a long winding road that ended in a looped driveway the size of a suburban cold-de-sac. You willed yourself not to let your mouth gape at the sheer size of the mansion as it stared back at you, blocking the moonlight as Karl opened the passenger door for you to climb out. “Stop treating me like the fucking Queen of England,” you murmured, elbowing him as he pulled on his hoodie, shaking out his hair slightly.

He laughed at you, popping a piece of gum in his mouth, and pressing his lips to yours in a nearly heated kiss as if to give you a taste of what he had in store of you. As he broke the embrace, his nose brushed against yours. “I can treat you worse if you want, pet?” He offered, causing you to shove him away from you.

“We are literally in your parents’ driveway. Chill out,” you urged, making him chuckle as he laced his fingers with yours, pulling you towards the front door. Your heart hammered in your ears as he pushed open the door. You tugged on his arm. “Shouldn’t we knock first?” You whispered, making him pop his gum and shrug.

As if telling you not to worry, he pulled you the rest of the way in the house, only to be greeted with an old man barely reaching over your height. “Karl! My god, you nearly scared the living daylights outta me!” He hooted, as Karl wrapped his arm around the old man, the two chattering away like the best of friends.

You smiled at the warmth between the two, watching Karl blossom. He moved to stand by you, wrapping his arm around your waist and gesturing to the man. “This is my nanny, Leslie. He wouldn’t leave so I think he just dusts the books in one of the libraries,” Karl joked, making the man swat the air in front of Karl.

You raised your eyebrows. “One of the libraries?” You repeated quietly as if to make sure you heard him correctly.

He smirked at you, disregarding your surprise. “This is my girlfriend,” he introduced, rather proudly as Leslie’s face lit up. He grabbed your hands and rambled on about how he had never thought Karl would introduce a girlfriend to the family.

“I thought I heard Karl’s voice. Did he make it?” A feminine tone rang out into the foyer, capturing Karl’s attention a beat before she had started talking as if he had sensed her. You wanted to smirk at the vision, knowing he did the same when he heard you.

A woman came around the corner of one of the walls, her hair and makeup applied to a professional standard and her clothes were cleanly pressed. She looked as if she had just gotten home from an office job with a corner office. Her intimidating aura vanished along with his as soon as she saw him, scooping him up in her arms as he chuckled slightly. She held him out an arm’s length away, pinching his sides and calling him a beanstalk. Another man a few years older than Leslie entered the room, draped in a flowery apron. He embraced Karl as well, the couple fawning over him like they hadn’t seen him in years.

Karl gestured for you to come closer as he showed you off to the pair, introducing them as his parents. Karl’s mom immediately embraced you, murmuring about how Karl hadn’t brought a girl home in ages let alone a girlfriend and you were quickly being to notice a theme amongst the group.

The house was massive, which you had quickly noticed was even bigger than it looked outside, as Karl’s mother looped her arm around yours, giving you the tour and explaining the extensive history of the Jacobs family and their impact on the house. Leslie and she served as some of the most entertaining tour guides you’d ever experienced as they giggling and joked. Karl walked quietly behind the group of you, hands in his pockets as he looked up at the ceilings and pictures as if he hadn’t seen them a thousand times growing up.

You peered over your shoulder, making sure he was still with the rest of you. He set you a wink, lips curling at the sight of you getting along with his family members.

After you were finally beginning to lose track of time Karl broke into the charade, and after vaguely mentioning he was tired, his mother when into a mock cuddling mode, cooing to him sarcastically, yet letting the two of you slink away for the night with the promise of finishing the tour before Karl’s brother showed up in the morning.

Soon it was just you and Karl again, him leading you up a flight of stairs. The hallways were lit with small lanterns that at one time had probably fostered candles but were now replaced with electric ones. You weren’t sure where to look as the walls were crammed with painting and photographs. Half of you wanted to admire the architecture while the rest of you was attempting to identify who the artist was that had done most of the artwork.

Karl sighed tiredly, popping open a door and switching on the lights. You bit back a smile at the view of his room in its pristine condition. The various shades of blues and greys accenting the features of his bed and various pieces of furniture. As you looked around, he threw his wallet and keys onto the dresser beside his bed, shutting the door to drown out the faint music coming from the kitchen. You sat in one of the massive chairs beside the fireplace, your mind running blank with disbelief. A fire was already burning in anticipation of his return.

You ran your finger along the seam in the leather. “When you said your family had money… I didn’t picture all,” you paused gesturing around you, “… this…”

He shrugged with a small smile on his face. “Do you wanna know a little piece of Karl lore?” He asked, smugly.

You perked your eyebrows at his words. “You know I do.”

He gestured with his fingers for you to come towards him as he walked closer to one of the massive windows. He settled his hand in the crook of your neck, turning you to look across the pond at a few of the other massive properties. He pressed a kiss to your shoulder before pointing at one directly in front of you. “I lost my virginity in that one,” he stated, making you chuckle.

He wrapped his arms around your waist. “And to whom?” You queried, as his teeth nipped at your ear.

You could practically hear him smirk. “Her name was Ms. Scarlet back then, but I think she’s been married again,” he answered, making you freeze in his hold. “I think she was between husband two and three.”

“Wait, what?” You turned around to face him.

He brushed his lips against yours. “You jealous?”

You furrowed your brows at him, pulling out of his touch. “Were you of age?” You questioned, voice coming out in almost a winded laugh.

He shrugged, plopping down on the bed behind him, leaning his weight back on his hands. “Not the first time.” He smiled up at you. “She’s a friend of mine’s mom. I cut her grass that summer.”

You rubbed your eyes. “Jesus Christ,” you murmured. “Did you hook up again after that?” It was like he had opened Pandora’s box, a mass of questions echoing like bees within your mind.

He looked at the ceiling. “We stopped before my sophomore year of college, I think.” He furrowed his brows in thought. “Yeah, so almost five years.” Your mouth gapped slightly. “But only when I came back for breaks.”

“You were seventeen?” You stressed. “And when you came back from where?” You sat beside him, attempting to decide if you should be worried or not. Obviously, it wasn’t a fact you could change, but the fact that a woman had him at so young-

He hummed slightly. “Boarding school,” he mumbled, trying not to seem smug. He wrapped his arm around your waist. “I know it sounds bad now, but she wasn’t taking advantage of me or anything,” he assured. “I think you’d like her, honestly.”

“You think I’d like a woman that preys on little boys?” He snorted at your comment and you smacked his chest, making him laugh louder.

He dug his face into your neck. “Age of consent is lower here,” he continued to assure. “Baby, I’m okay.” His teeth nipped at your skin. “Plus, I don’t think I’d know how to make you feel so good without her.” That made you green around the gills. You attempted to put the thought of Karl and an older woman out of your mind. “How did you lose yours?”

You swallowed your questions, deciding to save them for another day. “In a treehouse before I left for college. With my roommate’s twin brother,” you murmured.

He chuckled. “Oh, shit. We’re both bad friends, aren’t we?” He jested.

You shook your head, chewing the inside of your cheek. “I was dating him, actually. It was really brief.”

“The sex or the relationship?” He asked, making two gesture two fingers into the air. He pulled away from you, sending you a small smile. “And what’s his name? I need to know who you’re comparing me to.”

You scoffed. “Clay,” you answered, the image of the boy flashing into your mind for an instant.

Karl’s demeanor changed. “Clay?” He repeated, sounding like you earlier as you wrapped your brain around the extent of the Jacobs fortune. “What does that seem so familiar…” he trailed off in thought. You perked your eyebrow at him, knowing full-well the two could have unintentionally crossed paths on campus.

The next morning, you could have sworn you were on the set of a period piece if it weren’t for Karl’s father’s golfing attire and his mother’s tight black dress as they welcomed various family members into the house. You had finally met Karl’s older brother, an accomplished man with a good job and an even more impressive education, yet each time he attempted to boast about his earnings or the progress he was bringing to the family business, he was swatted off only for his parents to gloat about Karl’s fraternity connections and grades.

You peered over Karl’s shoulder as he showed you Todd’s Instagram post, the two of you scoffing before you liked his picture from your account, making Karl roll his eyes as you snickered.

“… And that being said, renting cars is no longer a strenuous task,” Karl’s brother finished.

Mrs. Jacobs nodded her head slightly. Karl had mentioned the family joke of disregarding what his brother said, even if it was impressive or you were interested. It had been a running gag since Karl was in high school and they weren’t planning on letting up anytime soon. “Yeah, that’s neat. Did you hear Karl learned how to do his own laundry?” His mom boasted with a small chirp to her voice as if Karl were the best thing on the planet.

You bit back a laugh as his brother grumbled to himself, his wife patting his arm reassuringly. “He was also one of the most expensive at KA. Very impressive son!” His dad added, sending him a thumbs up.

You stood with Karl in the living room; his arm draped around the top of a bookshelf you were leaning against as you both listened to one of his cousins talk about a new boat they had just paid off.

Your heels felt tight on your feet as you switched the weight from one ankle to the other, leaning closer to Karl. He moved so his lips were near your ear. “Don’t let him fool you. It’s a hollowed-out log with a rudder,” he chided, making the corner of your mouth twist up.

“It’s not much, but it’s honest,” you mockingly defended. “You’re jealous, aren’t you?”

“Inexplicably,” he murmured back, making you laugh quietly. He let a beat of silence pass between the two of you before wetting his lips. “Say the word and we’ll find a random room and I’ll ruin your makeup,” he whispered.

You scoffed, inching closer to him while your eyes remained on the center of the room where everyone was talking. “How can you be horny around your family?”

You could feel his warm breath against your neck. “Because I’m more focused on you in that tight little dress than Kevin’s boat.”

You took a sip from your cup. “Dirty boy,” you joshed quietly.

Karl smirked at you before his eyes drifted to the front door, a new flow of people filing into the house. You noticed him grow quiet, following his gaze to a woman and a boy around your age. They greeted Karl’s parents happily before integrating into the living room with the rest of you. You could tell by the way his face twisted smugly that the woman was Ms. Scarlet. You drew in a breath as she neared the two of you.

Karl stood up a bit straighter and you bit back a laugh, making a mental note on having to tease him about his MILF. The woman smiled brightly at Karl, pinching his cheek. You attempted to piece together who the boy was and if Karl had mentioned him before.

Karl cleared his throat after they shared their pleasantries. “Uh, this is Nick, but everyone calls him Sapnap, and this is his mom… Ms. Scarlet?” He questioned the last part as she charmingly laughed.

“Oh, no darling. I’m Mrs. Donahue now.” Sapnap rolled his eyes slightly at her words, taking a sip of his drink as she winked at him.

Karl smirked. “Right, congratulations. Anyway, they’ve been our neighbors for years-”

She cut him off, squeezing his arm. “Oh, come on! We were trying to marry Karl off to one of Nick’s cousins and finally join the families, but it’s just funny how things work out,” she stated. You wracked your brain, attempting to figure out if it was a dig at you or Karl. The two of them went off on a tangent about the array of Sapnap’s cousins that Karl had had to take on dates and whatnot.

“So, you’re dating Karl then?” Sapnap asked you, more of an aside as they had seemed to forget about you.

You nodded; the fact still rather foreign to you when given the chance to think about it. “Yeah, I’ll claim him,” you joked. “Did you guys go to the same high school?” You asked, attempting conversation.

He looked at you tiredly. “Yeah, yeah. We’ve been classmates since we were little.” You hummed in interest. “I mean, since he fucked my mom we haven’t been hanging out or anything,” he added as if you had been itching to ask.

You had been.

You snorted at his words as he smiled slightly. “Sorry, that’s not funny,” you apologized, covering your mouth.

He shook his head, laughing softly. “No, it definitely is, don’t worry.”

“How did, uh… that affect you guys?” You asked, biting back your humorous response.

He seemed to relax from his stiffened introduction a few minutes prior. He wet his lips. “Honestly, there’s no going back from that, you know?”

You giggled. “No, I don’t.”

He laughed at your answer, covering it with a cough as Karl seemed to remember you were standing beside him. Sapnap’s mom suddenly spotted an old friend of hers, the two parting from your life almost as quickly as they had entered. You leaned against Karl’s arm.

“I like Sapnap,” you hummed, watching the two leave. “He seems quiet.” Karl shrugged beside you. Your mind wandered to whether Sapnap knew Todd. Part of you wished you had asked him, but you were struggling to remember Todd’s real name anyway. “Did you have fun with your lady friend?” You mocked, looking up at him.

He shook his head, biting back a smirk. “You’re my lady friend.”

You chuckled. “Oh? I thought you’d forgotten.”

Before you knew it, you were pressed against Karl in a coat closet in a remote part of the house, unable to make it to his room before his hands were up your skirt and his lips were attacking your skin. He pinned you against the door as if he were worried you would slip out of his grasp as he ground his hips against yours. His teeth grazed against your neck in a mess of hands and hair.

You pushed him further into the closet before he plopped down in a chair towards the back. The both of you shared a look of confusion as to why it was there yet shrugged and went back to carding your fingers through his hair and tugging at his lips with your own. He moaned into your mouth as you climbed into his lap, his hands gripping the flesh of your thighs before snaking up to slip into the top of your dress and take your breast into one of his large hands.

Kissing him felt strange without his tongue ring; if you weren’t so desperate to get yourself off, you would have complained about missing it.

You ground yourself on his lap, groaning at your newfound friction as he spread his legs further for you, his free hand dragging you against his crotch. You pressed your lips against his neck, biting at the skin, determined to mark him as yours. You weren’t doing it to ward off Ms. Scarlet, no. This was for you, knowing full well that Karl always wore your hickeys with pride.

Your hands went to his belt buckle, impatience taking over as you nipped at his skin, earning moans of pleasure as he let you have your way with him. He pressed his lips to your chest as you freed his cock from its cloth entrapment, stroking him with your hand. “Give me your panties,” he whispered, breathlessly as he hooked his fingers around your waistband. You obliged before angling him at your entrance and sinking down onto him. The two of you let out moans of pleasure, swallowing each other’s appraisal.

The air grew warm around the two of you as you began to roll your hips against him. Your head tilting back as you tried to quiet yourself down, knowing the last thing you wanted was for someone to walk in… again.

Karl’s fingers moved to unzip your dress, exposing your chest to his mouth as your fingers moved to tug at his dark locks. He ground his hips up into yours, a thankful moan slipping past your lips as his tongue pressed against the valley between your breasts.

You pushed him against the back of the chair, capturing his lips against your and slipping your tongue into his mouth. He completely submitted to your actions, wanting nothing more than to taste you as you began to ride him harder. Your nails dug into the back of the chair, your other hand moving to unbutton the top of his shirt and wrap around his neck. “Is she better than me?” You asked; your breath husky and demanding as his teeth flashed back at you, his leering smirk mixing with his blissed-out expression as he tried not to roll his eyes at how good he felt with you taking all of him.

“N-no. Of course not,” he groaned. His lips were pink from your teeth, cheeks flushed with lust and adrenaline as his blunt nails raked up your body to claw at your back. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he moaned, voice almost a whimper.

You moved your hand to press your thumb to brush against his bottom lip, loving the pleasured expression on his face as he looked at you like you owned him. “Good,” you answered plainly, swirling your hips and tightening your grip on his neck before you could feel your impending orgasm nearly within reach. He almost smiled up at you. What a little freak.

You moved your hand to fist in the front of his shirt, pulling him up to press your lips against his as you bounced on top of him. He let out a deep moan before you felt him release, making you scoff sardonically. His fingers moved to grip your hips, thrusting against you harder, determined to get you to follow him. You dug your face into the crook of his neck, his teeth digging into your skin.

Shamelessly, you let him drag you over the edge, your orgasm ripping through you with a flash of heat and relief. Karl kissed you roughly, desperate to taste your moans as if looking for your approval. "That's my girl," he moaned, smiling against your lips.

As the two of you straightened your clothing and cleaned up your appearances, you went for your underpants in Karl’s pocket, but he grabbed your wrist, drawing you to his chest. “You got to be on top, that means I’m in charge of foreplay for the rest of the night,” he answered, pressing a brief and sultry kiss against your lips to wipe away your shocked expression.

“Fine, then I’m in charge when we get back and I’ll send lewds to Todd,” you threatened with an empty conscious on the matter. “Just to make it spicy. Stir it up a bit,” you joshed.

He groaned, making you smirk. “You’re playing with fire,” he mumbled.

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