#my little highlighter green puppy

[kaciidubs]

Minnie looked so adorable at that LOEWE fashion show, but hear me out….

It’s giving Grinch 🤣🤣

Omg he was soooooo adorable, but that bright green definitely did give off Grinch fashionista and honestly?? It made me love him more - somehow he managed to pull it off and if that's not talent I dunno what is!

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Third Place Poll

Propaganda...

Colonel Brandon (1995):

Alan Rickman has the sexiest voice. Just listen to him reading poetry to Marianne at the end to witness how hot he is.

Alan Rickman simply embodies the truth of Col. Brandon in a way that no one else every could. It's the perfect merging of actor and role. He brings the perfect combination of honor, decency, sensitivity and passion. He is the ultimate mensch.

Brandon propaganda in which even the film's director agrees that Brandon is sexy.

More Brandon propaganda! This photo could only be published in black and white because it would have been too powerful in color (the original color version is currently being used to provide electricity for a medium sized town in Devon. It's THAT powerful).

The brim of the hat falling over his eye. The casual lean. The hunting rifle slung across his leg. The puppy bestie. The fact you know he could row that boat while you watch and wish you were the boat.

From Emma Thompson's diaries which she kept while they were shooting Sense & Sensibility. Emma Thompson said vote Colonel Brandon.

The man has just heard her sing for a minute and he’s positively awestruck!

also adding his adorable adorable smile just bc i can.

Mr Knightley (2009):

Johnny Lee Miller as Knightley is JUST SO. I mean the way he says "if I loved you less I might be able to talk about it more" IS JUUUST. The dance scene. The tentative shy smiles. The fact you can see in his eyes the entire time " I am completely in love with this woman. She'll never love me back BUT I DO NOT CARE I'LL LOVE HER FROM A DISTANCE ANYWAY" IS JUUUUUUST

We need to appreciate Mr Knightley more for both his snark and for those soft eyes just so full of love for Emma

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I was just going to send in the actual dance but the little panic he has when Emma says she knows his secret is just soo charming. There was some thread on twitter a few years ago about how a romcom man's most important quality is knowing how to look at a woman and JLM is just the master of it in this Emma

I really feel like the pictures say it all. He stands there, head tilted to one side. He is listening to you. His posture is relaxed. His gaze open, frank, candid. He's not trying at all. He just is.And that's why he is Knightley.

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Some propaganda, not just for Jonny Lee Miller, but the general interpretation of 09 Knightley. I have some excerpts here from my review of the 09 adaptation:

What I really think is great about the 2009 interpretation of Mr. Knightley is what an easy and comforting presence he is, without being apologetic when he scolds Emma. I think this is communicated especially well by how often we are actually shown Mr. Knightley taking his almost-daily walks to Hartfield, how smoothly he comes and goes, and how happy Emma is every time she sees him coming up the path (usually, just at the perfect moment when she needs something to put her back to rights.)

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Here is Emma, feeling lonely after Miss Taylor's wedding. And in the background, walking up to Hartfield--there's Knightley. He's always been there for her, and he always will be.

And also this Mr. Knightley is as understated as ever, but I wanna highlight this outfit and why I love it: This is Knightley’s first appearance in the series and it’s the perfect establishing shot that shows the viewer everything they need to know about Emma and Knightley’s relationship and how it has always been. He sort of materializes, out of focus in the background, but Emma immediately knows he’s there. And to accentuate how much Knightley is part of her home and scenery, his clothes (similar shades of pale tan, white and minty green to the wall behind him) almost camouflage him and make him seem at one with the moulding of her home.

Additionally, Jonny Lee Miller captures Knightley’s playful qualities, and his exasperation is so endearing

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I can’t be the only one tickled by this Knightley’s frustration with Emma! JLM FTW!

Jonny Lee Miller is mesmerizing in any role he inhabits. It’s 2009 Knightly all the way.

no but can you actually go vote for mr knightley he was FOUNDATIONAL for 16 year old me my favourite portrayal of my favourite austen man cannot fall at this hurdle!!!

He is my ultimate Austen Dream Man, I'm with him until the end. Honestly this adaptation is my very favorite of them all (P&P 1995 is a VERY close second) because it made me fall in love with Emma as a story? Honestly no other adaptation or indeed even my reading of the book made me love it quite as much. My crush on JLM goes back to 1995 and I do think he is one of the better actors of his generation - his range alone is just impeccable. The fact that he can go from Sick Boy to Mr. Knightley to Sherlock to Jordan Chase is really something. Of all the actors I know, his range is the most impressive. But i love how bright and sunny this adaptation is. The colors, it is as vibrant as Emma should be! The Kate Beckinsale Emma is dark and terrifying to me, not at all suitable an adaptation. I like the Paltrow Emma a lot, but it's got the same issue the 2005 P&P has for me -- it's just too short. This is tonally just right, and the casting is lovely, and JLM is just at his dashing best. His face is so expressive, he is so capable of communicating so much without saying a word. His open jealousy of Frank Churchill is delightful to watch. His face when Emma tells him his secret is out at the ball! JLM is maybe the most underrated actor of his generation and I LOVE that he has been multiple Austen heroes. I maintain that in a future adaptation of Pride & Prejudice, an older JLM would make an EXCELLENT Mr. Bennet. He would convey the right amount of grumpy but fond beautifully.

Look. Do people realize JLM hates wearing period clothing AND hates dancing? And yet in Emma he's sashaying around in pink jackets looking amazing and is THAT convincing? That's called BRILLIANT ACTING!!

A tiny bit of Mr Knightley 2009 propaganda but I love that they put in that bit from the book where he looks like he's going to kiss Emma's hand when he's saying goodbye but then he hesitates and doesn't and I just...it's such a tiny detail but conveys so much!

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It’s the only Emma adaptation that really hits the romance notes well. Knightley’s crowning moment of awesome really feels like it (when he rescues Harriet from humiliation) and his subsequent dancing with Emma does make you feel a shift in their relations. Love this adaptation. - This Knightley and Emma in particular are equals. They quarrel, not because he’s telling her off, but because they can have an argument because they know each other, trust each other and care about each others opinions, and there is never a sense of domination of one over the other. This adds so much fire to the romance, and it’s so unusual for a romance of that era (or even one written today!!). - Emma is rich, clever and beautiful and as powerful as a woman of her age and situation could be at the time and she married Knightley for no other reason but because he’s her best friend and his company for the rest of her life will enrich her. - He even leaves his house to move in with her!

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[foxyafroninja]

Random MW141 thoughts 💭 🤔=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=

💄 💅🏼The 141 boys get a makeover from their daughters 💅🏼💄

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Price🧔🏻‍♂️-

This kid…. Daddy’s princess  let me tell you. All she had to do was give him those puppy dog eyes and he was done for

You walked into the house hearing your daughter giggling like crazy. You come around the corner and nearly fall over laughing.

There sits your husband, bad ass tier 1 operator, scout sniper, leader of the deadliest group of people alive, eyes closed..with purple and pink eyeshadow coloring his beard, glitter on his eyelids and eyebrows, bright red lipstick smudged over his lips.

You start to pull your phone out to take a picture and without missing a beat Price points a finger directly at you, eyes still closed. “ Love… you are my world. But so help me if you take that picture.” …….. worth it *click*

Soap 🧼-

You needed a break from the twins so you put their father in charge so you could nap. When you woke up though…it was just a little too quiet. Never a good sign

You head to the girls room and freeze in the door. There is your husband being swarmed by your daughters. One putting sparkly hair clips in his mohawk, strawberry shortcake stickers on his face, red lipstick on his nose and blue lip gloss on his lips.

The other practually painting his hand in nail polish. Constantly complaining that her father “wasn’t sitting still “ and “messing me up”

Your belly laugh gave you away and upon seeing you Soap instantly turned the two on you. “ Well girls I’m so pretty I think your mum is jealous…. Why don’ you do her next”…. You were not able to outrun your husband.

Ghost 👻 -

The poor man never even had a chance. Simon had come back from a mission sick as a dog and took some medicine to help him get some sleep…. It was too easy a target.

You had left him on the couch sleeping for only 10 minutes. That was all your daughter needed to grab her markers and “make daddy pretty”

You came back to find her finishing her masterpiece drawing cat whiskers on Simon’s light blue, green and pink face. He looked like Pablo Picasso‘s worst nightmare. 

You wanted to be mad….but god damn was it funny. Oh you are SO sending this to the boys, they owe you big time for this…. When did Simon stop snoring….😨.

Alejandro 💃🏻-

Another man that was completely wrapped around that little girls finger. He would rather walk through hell fire then say “No” to this girl.

So here we are, Alejandro on the ground his daughter placing an obscene number of bows and clips in his thick hair. Holding a hand mirror saying how good he looks now.

Then came the lime green lipstick cheek highlights, the bumblebee yellow eyeshadow and finish with all over red poke-a-dots and glittery beard.

You stood in the kitchen the whole time laughing at the two of them together. After she was done he thanked her with a kiss, sent her to go clean up for dinner and then turned to you and flip his 20 or so bows at you “ You better watch it princesa. You have competition in this house now”

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Nothing and I’m mean NOTHING is more attractive than a father spending quality time with their daughter. I had fun coming up with this. I would have done more but I thought they were getting a bit repetitive.

[junhanndee]

what do you think xdh’s opinions/reaction would be of you surprising them with a set of lingerie? do they have a style they prefer or color? hm im just curious 🤨

OOOOOO ANON THIS IS AMAZING !!!! these will be more headcanons of what they think about lingerie but i hope you still like! if you want a fic about any member with this storyline please let me know!

xdh reaction to lingerie

warnings under the cut!

warnings : rough play (?), kinks / turn ons, nothing super hard or like straight up smut. just suggestive ;)

goo gunil

so to me, gunil is like idk very man. if that makes sense. i can see him really enjoying a red set of lingerie. he gives me the vibes that he would be so gentle :( and sweet :( but only for like the first few times. the next few times that the lingerie comes out, its going to get ripped off of you and best bet you’re going to get some sort of punishment for teasing him.

kim jungsu

in my eyes, jungsu, is so sweetie. however. there is a darker side to him. i feel almost the same as gunil, he will be so sweet with you and even “you put this on for me?” he will be so gentle and patient. but. after a while i feel like he would bring out that dark side and fuck you like a slut. for me, the color yellow for him really just does it. seeing you in a thin yellow slip dress or even just a matching set and he will have his lips wrapped around you any second.

kwak jiseok

tbh you would probably get on a nice sage green set and it would be off of you faster than you put it on. gaon gives me very impatient vibes. at the same time tho, i dont think he would complain if you made him wait and gave him a little show iykyk ;). i think something about the color sage green would just have him so turned on. just the way it fits your body and highlights you in all the right places. i can see him wanting to fuck you in it just to take you all in and make sure the money spent was a good purchase :)

oh seungmin

in my mind, ode is classy. i think he would really like something black and sleek. one of his favorite things is taking you out just to buy lingerie. i know he can be shy but i think just seeing you get excited for him to take something off of you gets him going. seeing you wear black even just sends him. ode would be more loving and tender imo. he gives me the vibe to just love all over you and fuck you the way he wants because he knows you’re his :)

han hyeongjun

oh god. shy boy #1. “woah.” *hides face* “am i allowed to look????”

BUT.

there’s also “oh fuck” and “all for me huh”

what can i say i love shy but cocky junhan god pls SAVE ME.

anyways. junhan gives me slowly teasing you vibes? like he slowly takes off each part/piece to reveal another part of you. he likes watching you squirm.

but. shy junhan. he would be like “do you want me to take it off” and “but you look so beautiful” and would most likely fuck you in it if i’m being honest. he just loves the sight of you barely clothed and under him in all the lace and silk. he gives me such lilac vibes!!

lee jooyeon

puppy boy!! i feel like he gives me such blue vibes. he’s such a sucker for a nice baby blue on you. “you look so beautiful oh my god” and “that color makes me insane”

i feel like he would just admire every single inch of you and genuinely make love with you because he just thinks you are so beautiful and that blue drives him crazy!!

[caffeinemachine]

The Girl Next Door - Part 1

A/N: Part 1! This part is really just to give you a clue into their relationship right now, as the following parts will be about the shifting in their dynamic! Hehe, I'm so excited for this series! Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list!

Series Chapter:

Prologue | Part 1

Jeremiah Fisher x OC! Isabella Sullivan

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Ella Sully <3

8:03 AM

J: You guys on your way?

E: 👍

just left Cambridge and stopped for coffee quick

J: 😊 See you soon then Sully

E: see you soon Fisher

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I was sat on their front porch by 9:30. Realistically they shouldn’t be getting here until 9:45-10:00 but with the way the Sullivans drive, I knew they could be arriving any minute. At 9:38 I watched as the Range Rover pulled into their rocky driveway. My face instantly lit up. The car was barely in park when she opened the door and ran to me. Her arms flew around my neck as I grabbed her in my arms and spun her around. 

We held onto each other tightly before I put her down, truly staring into her eyes for the first time this season. She looked a little different than when I last saw her, although that was just around winter break. In the past 6 months, she had lost a little baby fat from her cheeks, gained some new freckles, had grown her hair out and got it freshly highlighted, and her hazel eyes looked extra green today. 

“Well hello, Isabella.” I grinned down at her, arms still looped around her.

Her eyes glistened, “Well hello, Jeremiah.” If possible my smile grew, as I picked her back up into the air making her squeal. 

“I'm so happy you're here, I can’t wait for this summer!” I placed her feet back on the ground, and this time when I looked at her something shifted, our stare intense, the air between us thick. Suddenly I became aware of just how close I was holding her. I scanned her face, unable to help myself when my eyes lingered on her lips a beat extra. I could always read my Ella, but the look on her face right now was new, and it stumped me. 

“Jeremiah!” Spell broken. Begrudgingly I let Ella go to hug her mother. The older woman squeezed me tightly. My arms dropped as she moved back from me, her hand going to cup my cheeks.

“Wow, I think you’ve actually gotten taller since I last saw you! My my what a handsome young man you’ve turned into, don’t you agree Ella?” I smirked as Ella blushed from her mom's comment.

 Her eyes went wide as she laughed, “Mom!”

I gave my best puppy dog's eyes, teasing her,” What you don't agree I’m handsome Ella?” She just scoffed as she grinned back at me playfully. 

“That’s not important, but I know you well enough to know it's important I don't add any more fuel to your ego.” We all chuckled, and I saw her mom giving us a loving look out of the corner of my eye. 

“Let me help you guys carry in your bags!”

After bringing all their bags inside, Ella and I went to her room. I plopped on her bed while she put her things away. 

“So where's your dad?” I asked curiously. 

She glanced over her shoulder at me before continuing to put her clothes in her drawers, “He’s driving out next weekend, he has a conference in Boston this week.”

“Cool,” A comfortable silence stretched between us, “So, surfing?” She paused what she was doing, turning around to me as she leaned against her dresser. A smile graced her beautiful features, what a sight to see. I wondered if she smiled like this for other people or maybe just maybe her smile was something I got just for myself. Maybe I was the only one with the privilege of sharing a moment of such pure happiness with her. I could only wish. 

“Oh yeah.” 

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Post-ocean was my favorite time to see her. Her hair was gorgeously curly from the salt water, her cheeks tinged pink from the sun, and her freckles glowed across her face. We laid down on a towel, catching our breath from surfing before we trekked back up to the house. I turned to my side to face her, prompting her to do the same. I pushed the hair that fell while she did so behind her ear. 

“I'm so happy it's summertime, I missed you, Elle.” Her expression stayed at a relaxed state but the corners of her eyes creased a little extra.

“I missed you too J.” I smiled. Only she ever called me that, and even she did it only once and a while. 

I lay back flat and she scurried over to put her head on my chest. I could stay here forever- “Should we head back to your house, I still need to say hello to everyone.” It seemed she didn't have the same idea though. 

If I’m being honest, I'm growing tired of having to hide my love for her, tired of not being able to pull her that couple inches closer to me, tired of her not being mine.

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After a hello filled with a lot of hugs, Ella went home to shower before her mom and her came over for dinner like always. We all sat around the table, catching up on the past few months as we ate my moms cooking. After dinner Ella came upstairs to my room while I got ready for the bonfire. She came over ready, and was now just waiting for me, Steven and Conrad. She scrolled on her phone before flicking her eyes up to me. I held two shirts up to her, “Blue or Gray?”

She took a moment to truly consider it, her expression serious. “Blue, makes your eyes sparkle, it’ll boost you up with the ladies.” She gave me animated wink, giggling a bit.

I scoffed lightly trying my best to fake a smile, but nodded curtly following her word without question, blue shirt it was. Then I put my hands on the edge of the bed beside each of her legs, leaning in grinning, “You like my eyes?”

She fueled the fire, grabbing the sides of my face and staring straight at me with a smile, “Yes you were blessed with gorgeous baby blues Jere.” I laughed and backed away to strip off my current shirt to slip on the one she chose. I smiled to myself when I caught her lingering on my abs for a moment. Heat blossomed in my chest. I can’t blame her, I looked different than last summer but based on the sight of her in her bikini earlier, so did she. 

“Ell-”

Just then Steven came running through my doorway, “You guys ready?” Ella perked up jumping off my bed and out the door. I huffed, should be a fun night.

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Who the hell was that?

I stood with some guys I've known from over the years, a can of soda in hand, DD for the night. But while I stood there, Ella sat on a towel in the sand near the fire with some guy. Some guy. Not me. 

“-Jeremiah? Ello, earth to Jeremiah?” I regained focus looking at my buddies who laughed at my distracted state. 

I glanced back at Ella, my Ella, I couldn't take it anymore, "I’ll be back.” I walked straight to her, paying no mind to the annoyed grunts and protests coming from behind me. The guy she was sitting with spotted me coming toward them first. I took Ella by surprise when I plopped down next to her in the sand, my arm immediately going around her shoulders.

“Wha- Oh hey J!” She melted into my side once she realized it was me. My eyes looked at her briefly, flashing a smile, before my face went straight and I stared down this random ass boy. 

“Hello Sunshine, and who are you?”

The guy seemed displeased by the situation unfolding in front of him, “I’m Finn, if you don't mind Ella and I were-”

I stopped him before he could even start, because I frankly didn’t give a fuck what he was going to say, “Alright Finn, thanks for keeping my girl company for me, see you around, maybe, probably not.”  He looked at Ella for a moment but when she made no objection he got up and walked away huffing as he went. 

I stayed silent, the reality that Ella might be super pissed for the stunt I just pulled dawning on me. Then she grabbed my face repositioning our spots on the towel so that we were face to face instead of side to side. Our eyes connected, and she pulled me towards her quickly, eyes sparkling in the moonlight. I had no time to process..is Ella about to kiss me? What should I do- well kiss her back obviously- but wait where is this coming from-

“Mwah!”

My cheek. Oh. She kissed my cheek.

“Thank you! Oh my gosh, he was such a douche! You know when we were little I hated how easily you could read me, but now it's like my own secret weapon to save me from situations I don’t wanna be in. Oh, and faking the ‘my girl’ card? Genius! Nothing seems to shut a guy up quicker than finding out she has a boyfriend. You put on a good act. Where were you even that you saw me? I couldn't see you?”

Her arms had dropped to rest on my shoulders. I didn’t know what to say. I should just tell her the real reason I came over.

“Elle I-”

Blue and red lights flashed in my vision.

Cops.

Fuck.

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[megamindsecretlair]

The God Who Stole Me

Pairing: Loki x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. Degrading/Praise kink, cursing, cruel language, mentions of "being worthless and nothing". Unprotected sex, PWP, PIV, fingering fem receiving, oral male receiving, domination, pet names, established relationship, sorry if I miss any others!

Summary: Set in the early days, before Thor 1, you are a mere mortal who found your way to Asgard. You and Loki understand each other in a way no one else really does. There's not much plot, just pure smut.

Word Count: 2,852k

A/N: I don't know what to say, beyond I'm a whore and feral and my hormones are out of my control. If I missed warnings, I'm really sorry. I just thought this was hot as hell. Not beta'd or proofread so all mistakes are mine. While likes are awesome, please consider commenting and reblogging to support writers!

You enter his office. You cast your eyes about looking for the man himself. He stands before a window, looking out across the realm. At your entrance, he turns his scowl on you. 

You step softly on the hardwood floor and close the door behind you. “Yes?” He asks. 

You rock on your heels. He’s in a nasty mood tonight. “Came to bother you, of course.” You don’t have an ounce of self-preservation around this man. There was no use pretending. 

“I’m busy planning. I don’t have time for you right now,” he says. He turns his attention back to the window. 

You study his profile. He wears his casual leathers, the black and green highlighting his dark hair as it fans around his face. His shoulders are hunched forward and he rubs his chin. Planning, scheming, plotting. 

“Maybe I can help,” you offer. 

Loki’s laugh is cruel and mocking. “Do you think me so foolish that I would accept help from you? If so, you must be a special kind of stupid.” 

You only smile. “Right, right. Not like your last dozen or so schemes weren’t complete failures or anything.” You cast your eyes about the room. Your poor baby had been hard at work, pouring over mountains of paperwork. 

Loki chuckles with little humor. “I am the God of Mischief, not the God of Utter Failure. Show some respect if you want to leave here alive,” he says. 

“You won’t hurt me, Loki. So stop with the threats, you’re boring me,” you sing. Your long burnished orange dress swishes against the floor as you walk about, tidying up things. He hates when you do that. So you continue to do it anyway with a happy smile on your face.

“What makes you so confident that I won’t hurt you?” He asks.

“You love me too much, duh,” you say. 

Loki turns away from the window and leans against the frame. He watches you with little interest. Like a cat regarding a poor offering of food. “Do not flatter yourself, little mortal. I could never love something so…insignificant,” he says. 

You only laugh. “The lord doth protests too much,” you say and smirk at him. 

“Stop provoking me, mortal,” he says. He narrows his eyes. His scowl deepens. Whatever it was that happened to put him in such a foul mood, you bet it had to do with Odin. Curse the All Father, he is a cruel and bitter man. A Has-Been. He heaps praise on Thor and ignores his other son. 

“Use my name properly, God of Failure,” you say with a raised eyebrow. “Stop being rude.” 

He scoffs and stalks towards you. A thrill goes through you. Perhaps he isn’t in that bad of a mood. If he were truly fed up, he wouldn’t engage with you at all. He’d simply ignore you as if you were a fly buzzing about his head.

“I was not aware I had a reason to be nice to you.” He leans forward and looks down his nose at you. You stare at him square in the eye. 

“You might hurt my feelings,” you say. You pout and give him puppy dog eyes. 

“Perhaps hurting your feelings would not be the worst idea,” he said. He reachs up and strokes your cheek softly. His eyes finally soften, filled with longing and some unknowable emotion you couldn’t name.

“You’d only fail at that too,” you say. You lean into his touch. 

“I’m not even trying yet.”

You smile. You back away until your legs hit his desk. You slide backwards onto it, getting as comfortable as you can. You lean back on your hands and tilt your head at him.

“Go on then, let’s hear your best attempt,” you say.

Loki takes in your prone form and his eyes darken. He smirks as he thinks. “You are just a tiny mortal, no more than an insect to me,” he says.

“A good first attempt. Give us another,” you command.

Loki's smirk grows wider. He approaches you until he crowds your space. You widen your legs and he steps between them, running his hands up and down your bare, copper skin. 

“You will grow old and die, forgotten by all. You are nothing but an extra who will be left on the cutting room floor. You will fade away, no more than a whisper in the wind.”

“That’s too easy, even for you.” You grip the edge of his collar and absently play with it. His mahogany and teakwood scent float over and around you, crowding your senses. Heat casts off him in waves.

Loki scoffs. He runs the back of his fingers along your cheek. Then he rubs his thumb across your full, pouty lips. “Maybe this will work then. No man, no god, nor creature could ever love you the way you want to be loved. You are doomed to a life of eternal loneliness and misery.”

You pretend to yawn. You smack your lips and blink sleepily at him. 

Loki’s answering chuckle vibrates his whole body. Standing between your legs as he is, you feel him. He trails his long fingers along the length of your neck before sliding up under your chin and lifts it. 

“You will live out your days as a mere plaything, used and discarded by whoever deigns to give you their attention.” 

A slow grin spreads across your face. “Are you the God of Stating the Obvious?” 

“You are worthless and unlovable. Weak. Your life is pathetic,” he continues. 

You give a lazy shrug. “I’m waiting for my feelings to be hurt,” you say. 

“Why would anyone want you? You are not even attractive,” he says. His eyes roam over your body with a mild disgusted face. You suppress a giggle. 

“Attacking my beauty is also too easy. I guess you’re not capable of hurting my feelings. The God of Utter Failure, I see.” 

Loki smiles seductively, leaning down to kiss along your neck, your jaw, and the corners over your lips. “You are truly frail and breakable,” he says. He captures your lips in his. His fingers grab the hem of your dress and lift it. His hands trail up your bare legs, causing goosebumps to raise in his wake.

He pulls your legs wider, forcing you to open up further for him. You gasp and bite your lip. Your thighs tingle with anticipation. 

“I’m frail and mortal and disgusting,” you say. You kiss him back, desperately. The cadence of his voice weaves a spell on your body. You react to him more strongly than before. Or perhaps it’s just him. Just your attraction to this all powerful god before you. 

“You are mine,” he growls into your mouth. His hands get closer to your pussy and you moan just thinking of what he’s going to do to you. 

“Even as ugly and pathetic as I am?” 

“Especially as ugly and pathetic as you are.” He licks your lips and pushes his tongue inside to duel with yours. Soon, there is nothing but mashing teeth and desperate cries between you. 

“Who says you deserve me?” You lean up and run your fingers through his long, black hair. Your nails graze his scalp. He shudders beneath your touch. 

“Nobody else would want you. I am doing you a favor by claiming you,” he says. He leans in again and kisses you harder, nipping at your bottom lip. His fingers dig into your fleshy thighs. He will leave bruises come morning. The thought only excites you and makes your pussy throb painfully.

“A favor from the God of Failure? Don’t make me laugh,” you say.

“And yet, you are a mess before me,” he says. To emphasize his point, he runs his fingers over your damp panties. He hisses. “You’re soaked,” he coos. “You would throw yourself at anyone who gave you attention.” 

“Yet I have the attention of a petty, cruel god at my feet. That’s certainly something I can get used to,” you say. You tighten your legs around his waist, needing him to get closer. To do something else. Your skin feels aflame. 

“You think yourself above the God of Mischief? You are so foolish,” he says.

“I am the foolish one, yet your hands are on me. Your lips kiss my skin. What god do you serve then? Yourself? Or me?” 

“I serve myself. Only my own desires matter,” he says. He finally, finally sinks his finger into you. He coos more about how soaked you are and what a pretty mess you make before him. At the moment, you care so little. You grab onto his shoulders for any type of anchor.

He adds a finger as he swiftly glides in and out of you. The sound of his pumping fingers and your wet suction drive both of you wild. 

“Allow me to leave then. If I matter so little,” you somehow manage to say. You make obscene whimpers and cries as he drives your pleasure even higher. You lean forward and bite his shoulder through his clothes.

“You’ll leave when I’m done with you,” he growls. He watches your face as different emotions play out. He can see how much you want to resist. How badly you want to prove him wrong. But your body betrays you. Your hips jerk forward as it becomes too much sensation. 

“I truly pity you. Nothing more than a little playtoy for anyone to use and discard.” 

You whimper and bite the inside of your cheek. He leans down and nuzzles your neck.

“So, you concede that my body is desirable,” you smirk. His dark chuckle sends shivers across your skin. 

“It is your only redeeming feature. Such a pity that it is wasted on someone so dull and dim-witted,” he says. He adds a third finger and you come undone in his hands. You scream out your pleasure for any passerby to hear you. Your nails dig into his nape. Loki keeps up his relentless pounding, making your legs jerk harder. 

Your harsh breaths scorch your throat as you try to calm down. Loki’s fingers still and finally withdraw from you. He licks them one by one as he maintains eye contact with you.

“I have to be dimwitted to keep up with someone of your minor stature. Someone so jealous and cruel and prone to childish temper tantrums,” you say.

“I am the Son of Odin and the God of Mischief,” he says. He grabs your chin and forces you to look at him. His tone is disdainful and arrogant. “Pray, what do I have to be jealous of, mortal? You are nothing.” 

“I live a full life, free from burden. You are nothing more than a lost boy begging for his father’s love,” you say. 

Loki’s face morphs into a mask of pure rage. He grabs your throat and squeezes. You moan and writhe beneath him. 

Loki leans down and kisses you softly, reverently. His thumb strokes your neck as his grip lessens. 

“Your dense little brain cannot begin to fathom the complicated nature of gods,” he whispers against your lips. “I bet you could never dream that a god would set you free. Give in and let me take what you have desired for so long.”

“Are you not a God? Will you not take what you want?” You have no choice but to look into his piercing, crystal eyes. 

“I am whatever you need me to be.” 

“I wish for you to be yourself,” you say. You rub your leg against his, feeling his dick straining against his pants. “Only yourself and I shall revel in it.”

“I am myself. And what I am is yours,” he says. He says your name and smiles at you, your game momentarily forgotten. 

“Who says you’ve earned me, my god?” 

Loki chuckles, still caressing your neck. “You have it backwards, pet. You need to earn me.”

You grin. Finally. He moves away and pulls you to your feet. You stand on shaky legs but hold your weight. You trade places with him. You sink to your knees and unbutton his pants, freeing his cock. You lick your lips at the sight of it. It’s long and thick and a bead of precum leaks out from the tip.

He watches you and plays with your hair. “Oh, my little pet is bold. What a good girl,” he says.

The unexpected praise makes you sigh. He looks down at you with adoration and lust as you pump his cock. You take him into your mouth and he shivers. A low moan escapes him as you work him deeper and deeper. Your sloppy sucking is loud in your ears. He grips your hair tighter and soon, he’s fucking your mouth. You take it all, gagging on him. You can barely breathe as he pumps into you, his salty cum dripping with abandon.

“That’s my good fucking pet. You want all of it, don’t you?” He says. You can only whimper as he continues to pump into you. 

You use your hands and your mouth to drive him wild. You fondle his balls as you suck greedily. “Oh, sweet mortals and their tricks…” 

You think he’s about to climax but he roughly pulls out of your mouth. He lifts you, kissing you, tasting himself on your tongue. He sucks on your bottom lip as he trades places with you once more.  His eyes are on fire, burning into you with a near animalistic rage. He bends you over his desk, your ass jiggling and like putty in his hands. 

He drags up the hem of your dress and is too focused on getting to you that he has no time to pull down your panties. He pulls it to the side and slams into you. You both moan from the sheer sensation of him filling you up completely. He stretches you out. A lifetime with him would never prepare you for his size.

He leans over you and licks the shell of your ear. “I will have you, pet,” he whispers, which is a direct contrast from his rough fucking. Your pussy clenches around his dick and he groans. 

“Nothing in this world can satisfy me quite like your needy little pussy,” he says. He pounds relentlessly into you. His balls slap your clit from the force of his strokes. He pushes your head down until your upper body is flat on the desk. 

With one hand on your lower back, his other hand grips your thick hips. His grip is punishing. You feel his devotion in every slide, every squeeze, every spent breath. It heightens your own pleasure. That he needs you this much, craves you this much. “You are mine,” he says, thrusting with each word. “Vow it.”

“I vow it. I’m yours. I’m only yours,” you say. He’s hitting a spot so deep inside you, it’s like he’s writing his name. He’s marking you and staking his claim in the most brutal way. 

“Mine forever? Are you such a good girl to admit it?” 

“Forever. Always and forever yours,” you moan. Pressure builds painfully in your lower tummy. Your hands roam across his desk looking for anything to keep you tethered to your body. It’s like he’s trying to fuck the soul out of you. You grip the edge of his desk pathetically. Nothing but him can keep you tied down. 

You can hear the smile in his voice. “My pet…my lover…my everything,” he says and explodes inside you. A second later, you release your own orgasm. Dark spots wink in and out of your vision as pleasure courses through you. Loki makes a deep satisfied grunt as you cum all over him. 

You shake and he rubs his hands down your thighs, your hips, your sides, and your arms. He whispers incoherent things into your ear.

When you’ve finally calmed down, you shiver from the breeze coming through the open window. Loki withdraws from you. You share a moan. But the ache he leaves behind is nearly unbearable. You cry from it. 

Your combined ragged breaths are the only sound in the room as he pulls you to him. He carries the bulk of your weight to the couch where he settles you. He fixes his pants and then sits beside you, conjuring a blanket to wrap around you. He waves his hand and a fire ignites in his fireplace.

“Oh, my love. Thank you. I would rather beg at your feet than bend my knee to any other. The only one I wish to serve is you,” he says. He peppers your face with soft kisses.

“You bow to no one, my god,” you say sleepily. You are wrecked and as you grow warm, you grow sleepy.

“I bow to you. I worship you,” he says. He kisses your forehead.

You have just enough energy to look at him. He gazes lovingly at you. You may not have forever with him, but you certainly have now and all the little moments until then.

If you need more Loki in your life, great news! The Secret Loki Files

[teablogreal]

Roze episode 3 thoughts

Didn't get around to putting my thoughts on episode 2 down last week but basically Ash Phoenix is easily becoming my favorite character in the cast and also catherine is a little funny i think

Anyways as usual below this line will be spoiler talk

Ok so like episode 3 had a lot going on like WOW. LL's new fit looks better in the scene that he shows up in than the concept art ive seen floating around. I have seen some discussions on the lore discrepancies regarding lelouch bestowing the same geass he had onto sakuya/roze however i'll wait and see how things go before i decide my thoughts on that bit. I think throwing a fit over lore contradictions is a bit silly, personally.

The maid cafe section of the episode really brought back the goofy slice of life elements of code geass that you either dread or cherish. For me personally even if a lot of it leans onto fanservice I feel like the more comedic lighthearted moments are necessary to emphasize the drama that happens later. Having Sakuya be forced to balance working at a cafe and also larping as Ash's brother while also having to deal with Ash crushing on her waitress-sona is an entertaining scenario. Although not as layered as the school shenanigans in og Code Geass, they can definitely work with this for 12 episodes i feel. or 4 movies, depending on how you're viewing this.

Ash Phoenix. This character fucking baffles me, dude spends one episode cooking with the hardest one liners possible ("I'll show you that even iron bleeds" is the hardest shit like dude) and then goes into the next episode bumbling and infodumping over a crush. He's perhaps the most endearing character on the cast in my opinion, he's just a silly little guy who loves taking care of puppies and kittens and he loves cooking however he also is highly trained in military combat and has nearly inhuman reflexes (dude moved that coffee cup filled to the brim with coffee at high speeds and somehow DIDNT spill it) like he's just the funniest guy there at this point.

Catherine is another highlight this episode, she appeared with one big scene involving her but I already am enjoying how extra she is. She is like intentionally leaning in to the whole meangirl shtick and yknow what? i think its entertaining as shit personally speaking. like yeah shes a total asshole, everybody in neo britannia is. but that doesnt stop the fact that she is incredibly fucking silly to witness. like one of those characters that you love to shove down a flight of stairs.

Norland had his first speaking role here, I was completely caught off guard hearing Dan fucking Green voicing him. It genuinely took my some time to recognize his voice in the dub but shit man his voice was scary here. I was worried that neo britannia might just be a bit of a pushover going off of how the fights with arnold and the two other guys went, but if anything this episode makes it clear that from this point on, things will only get harder for the protagonists. I hope Norland leaves a lasting impact as what i assume is the main antagonist here.

Callis caught me off guard. His dynamic with Natalia was interesting however I did not expect them to kill him off instantly. Curious as to if this was an inside job or not, either way I expect there to be some moral opposition between Natalia and Sakuya because of this incident, even if Sakuya herself has nothing to do with it.

Also taking another moment to mention Mei because I feel like she's decent comic relief. Her shenanigans when helping Sakuya come up with a fake background for herself at the cafe were really funny to watch.

But yeah, i definitely enjoyed this one more than last week's episode, not that episode 2 was bad or anything I just thing that this one kinda topped it in terms of goofy comedy and also world and character building. I'm really glad the writers managed to recapture that same feel of the original series.

[maria-of-the-waves]

Reviews TCF the Manhwa ＼(٥⁀▽⁀ )／(1-10)

I'm waiting for enough chapters of book 2 to be uploaded to start a marathon and while I wait I've been reading the manhwa.

And I'm going to say it honestly, I was a little disappointed (-ω-、), I'm going to do little reviews for the chapters I read from now on so here's my review of the first ten chapters.

The first thing I noticed is that they skipped the scene where KRS woke up in Cale's body and I'm a little disappointed that Ron's first appearance isn't the same, but the bathroom scene makes up for it a bit (＾〃＾)b, its design is charming and I loved the fox eyes that seem to have eyeliner in Cale's design, after all they demonstrate his cunning, plus as another publication mentions, he is the only character with white pupils instead of black, if we add the knowledge That his eyes are the same as when he was KRS is a very good omen ⸜( ´ ꒳ ` )⸝

The face Cale made when he declared that the key to fashion is the face gave me a lot of tenderness so there are no complaints on that part ┐(￣∀￣)┌

The first appearance of the Henituse family was very similar to the one in the novel and the panels were very interesting, I liked it, that's all I'll say (︶‿︺)

I really liked Billos's design, I feel that it correctly captures his character and description (￣ ▽ ￣)

Continuing to talk about the design, for some reason I really liked Ohn's shoes in their first appearance, they reminded me of ballet slippers and now I have the headcanon that that is the type of shoe he likes to wear, something comfortable and soft but It is perfect for stealth missions and easy to obtain regardless of your socioeconomic level (─‿‿─)

The first appearance of the man-eating tree was not as shocking as I expected, I feel like it still had a lot of color for a dead mana-infected tree, in fact, I didn't like its appearance either once I obtained the Indestructible Shield, where are the blue leaves? ? because that's green! not blue! (；￣Д￣)

The design of the gluttonous priestess seemed a little too similar to Egyptian clothing for someone who lived in the jungle, although it is acceptable if that is Cale's imagination (ᓀ ᓀ)

In the bar scene I saw a ruffian with a long blue braid and my first thought was, Why didn't they give that design to, I don't know, Bud? He's too handsome for an extra (`皿´＃)

When Cale and Choi Han meet Cale seemed a little awkward to me and he is perfect for this type of scene plus Ohn and Hong were super cute (´ ∀ ` *)

I liked Choi Han's design, they made all the black of the clothes work and although I would have liked the cape to be brown instead of gray, the magenta highlights in the hair and the large number of buckles on his boots made me like it. I would like the design (´▽`)b

The first mention of how those who give you food are good people hit my heart when remembering Cale's past, it was perfect ヽ(⌒▽⌒)ﾉ

The first appearance of Hans and Beacrox is not very memorable but I loved their designs, I imagined Hans as a thirty-something with a beard but I loved the fact that they presented him as a cute twenty-something, and just looking at Beacrox gives that enhanced mysterious and terrifying vibe because of the dark circles under his eyes, but he looks incredible and the resemblance to Ron is noticeable.

Cale's imagination with the bowling pins-Ron and Beacrox being hit by a ball-Choi Han was very cute highlighting Cale's way of thinking and demonstrating it again with the matryoshkas-Ron, Beacrox and Choi Han (≧◡≦)

Deruth's reflections on Cale's change reminded me that no matter how bad a father he is, he is still one.

The first appearance of the dreaded lemons was iconic and Cale's expressions are beautiful (￣ω￣)

Choi Han's transformation from mad dog to puppy has already begun and it is beautiful ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶

The Henituse family crest was shown for the first time that I have noticed it and it is perfect.

Rosalyn and Lock's silhouettes with their shadows were incredible and gave us a good idea of what they will look like.

Besides Cale's imagination of what Raon looked like was hilarious, is that perhaps a foreshadowing of his adult form? Or is Cale just underestimating things? (°▽°)?

I really liked the first appearance of the Indestructible Shield, but I was left wondering where the wings were (¯ . ¯٥)?

Ohn and Hong's adoption was very sweet and Hans' reaction to "the cute nim-kitties" was hilarious and lived up to his name as a cat lover, plus the faces they made when they found out they were Discovered I loved them (´ ε `)♡

I really liked the conversation between Cale and Billos, plus the face Billos makes is very cool (✧ω✧)

And this is everything that caught my attention from the manhwa so far＼(٥⁀▽⁀ )／

See you later! (^０^)ノ

[expominds]

Pretty girl Ellie HC

Since I couldn't get the thought out out of my head of pretty girl Ellie having her makeup get done by the reader, so I decided to write about it.

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❥ pair: ellie x fem!reader

❥ warnings: fluff?

❥ wc: 697

❥ sum: reader wears makeup, ellie doesn't. after getting back from a shopping trip, reader convinces ellie to let reader do her makeup.

likes and reblogs always appreciated, enjoy my loves ♡

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Ellie doesn’t wear makeup. Like, at all. Never been one of those girls, and never will be. She didn’t even wear chapstick when she first met you, hence why her lips were so dry when you shared your first kiss. “Why’re your lips so dry?” “I don’t know what you mean, they feel fine to me,” she’d say as she lips her licks to hydrate them.

It wasn’t shortly after you started dating did she realize her lips were actually very dry, and wondered why your lips were as soft and cushiony as a cloud. You’d roll your eyes every time she watched you apply Chapstick, and finally got some for herself. Her green eyes would wander the selection before she settled on Carmex.

She’s a Carmex girl for sure, with the occasional cherry chapstick on special nights. She didn’t do anything else though, never understood all the hype around makeup. She always looked at you with adoration in her eyes as she watched you do your makeup, but would quickly look away and look bored or pretend to be doing something.

You, on the other hand, love your makeup. Your collection isn’t huge, but it’s not small either. You’d sit at your little vanity, doing your specific routine that consisted of concealer, eyeshadow, blush, highlight, eyebrows and eyelashes. You always found it very calming to do, taking this time to yourself every morning to just sit and relax.

It wasn’t until one day where you were sitting at your vanity, playing with some new makeup you had just bought after dragging Ellie through the makeup store, that a thought popped into your head. You stopped what you were doing, and turned around to Ellie with a sinister smile on your face. She’d look up from her book and would start giggling and asking you what was wrong. You’d get up from your seat, and slowly stalk over to her while your smile stretches even more. You’d place yourself on her lap, her hands immediately coming to rest on your hips, that you’d let your wild thoughts fall off your tongue. 

“What’s going on in your head, peaches?” “Not much, just thinking about how pretty you’d look all dolled up.” It’s not until then that she'd roll her eyes and push you off, saying no. You’d sit up, with a frown on your face while pouting, begging her to let you doll her up just once. It would definitely take a few minutes (more like days), of you having those stupid puppy dog eyes and adorable little frown to convince her to let you do something.

You would immediately drag her to your chair, putting a little headband on her to keep her baby hairs out of her face. You’d start out by putting some concealer on, gently dabbing at her face with your fingers, making sure it blended in alright. The next thing you’d go in with is blush. You like the heavier blush look but Ellie would absolutely not let you do that, so you stuck with lighter blush but went all out with the highlighter. You’d do her eyes so nicely that she barely recognized herself with the smoky eye and winged eyeliner you’d done. 

She kept rolling her eyes and laughing at you, you being blissfully unaware and just admiring how pretty she looked. You tried to get her to go out to one of Jesse’s famous parties that she loved to go to, but she denied and just wanted to stay in with you. She felt like a different person, and it’s not that she didn’t like it, but it just wasn’t her.

You’d tried to do this more often, but the most she would let you do was some highlighter and her eyebrows, that’s it. You accepted it though, just happy that you could still do some makeup on her, but she loved the pamper nights. You two sitting on your or her bed with a facemask on, watching your favorite movie, cuddling up in her arms.

She loved you, but she was going to stick with her Carmex. Because after all, she didn’t want to take the spotlight away from her favorite person; you.

[awkward-fink]

Hi, Fink! Welcome to the weekend! I hope you'll get to relax a little bit! ^^ I hope it's okay if I send you more of those ask thingies :>

How about 🍓, 🍐, ✈️ and 🎵? Wishing you a nice weekend and a nice day! :>

This is fun! Thank you for giving me all this questions, I love it! And welcome to the weekend as well, i tried sleeping long, but my dog didnt want me to. He woke me at 7 am to go out for a walk. That Diva, I swear.

🍓 favorite food

Mushroom Lasagna, generally every kind of Pasta to be honest, but Mushroom Lasagna is always such a love dish for me. It takes time and effort, and I probably only get this dish twice a year but it’s a highlight. And Spicy Buldak Ramen. I LOVE spicy food; I can’t get enough of it. I might cry, but it’s still sooo good and I can’t stop eating.

🍐 if you could make one character real, who would it be

Dobby, the house elf. He would have such a good life with me, if he wanted that is! (And if the whole magic problem wasn’t a problem.) He could clean all he wanted, fold clothes and - yeah, my apartment is kind of messy.. But if it would not be Dobby to help me get my life back on a tidy line, it would probably be Honey Mitsukuni from Ouran Highschool Host Club. Because, as if Honey wasn’t awesome enough, Mori would never be far behind. And really you get a puppy who can also be the most scariest person in the world, with his guard dog, who can be the sweetest person around in one package. Only hope that they would like me though or else I would have some real problems…  

✈️ favorite place you’ve traveled

Ireland. Hands down. I loved Prague, no questions asked, but my love for Ireland and the people living there runs deep. I am dreaming of travelling to Scotland and see the country for myself, but Covid destroyed that plans a few years ago. Ireland has so much more tones of greens, the landscapes, the wilderness, the purple mountain, the solitary Dolphin playing with the boats, the loving people there bullying you to eat with them (really, you couldn’t say no to this sweet old 80ish lady sitting at the shops down at Doolin, looking out to the sea waiting for someone who will never come back and inviting every poor visitor to come eat with her this evening. We had a blast!)

My heart beats for Ireland, if I could buy property there, I would, if I had the money.

🎵 favorite artists

Ugh…. Mhmm… Hard. It differs to be honest. My taste in art and music is so very diverse… And its ever changing, so my fav artists are also changing. And, do we put writers under the artist tag as well? Then it gets even more complicated!! At the moment, my fav music artist is NanowaR of Steel, Takida and Ninja Sex Party (NSP).

My fav art artist would be, at the moment, everyone doing art on tumblr because people you are fucking awesome, and I love every single thing! And Hercules Segers. I love his landscape drawings. And my all time fav artist would be my friend, who is a goddess with her dads old camera. Nowhere to find but in my heart.

[khaleesiofalicante]

Chemistry Test - Unnecessary IALS Angst

He underlined the subtopic he had just scribbled on his notebook and grabbed the giant textbook.

He was almost done with his studying for the day. He just needed to finish this last bit on Game Theory for his economics lecture from earlier this week.

He looked at the small clock on his study table, right next to a few framed photos of his family.

And his Bella.

12 minutes more.

He forced himself to look back at the book. He read and reread the passage. Once. Twice. Thrice.

He looked at the clock again.

7 minutes more.

He exhaled tightly and brought the book closer to himself, as if that would somehow help him concentrate better.

4 more minutes.

He highlighted the passage in a harsh green and demanded his brain to focus.

But his eyes went back to the clock.

It was fine.

It should be online now.

The interview.

He took a deep breath and looked back at the book. He started to write his notes on Game Theory.

He was two sentences in when he slammed the notebook shut and threw the textbook to a corner. He grabbed his laptop and climbed into the small bed in his dormitory.

He didn’t bother locking the door.

His roommate had gone out on a date with his new girlfriend, the boy’s football jersey thrown carelessly over the little computer chair in the corner of their shared room.

His own jersey was in the bathroom. He had washed it last night so he can wear it later today.

Kincaid went on YouTube and searched for the interview.

It was supposed to be up now.

He knew it.

He hated that he knew it.

“Do you think for the next season we could do a puppy interview?” Arthur asked.

“If they bring out the puppies, you won’t do the interview,” the dark-haired boy chuckled.

“See? You know me so well,” Arthur grinned and held up a hand. “We got this.”

“Bring it on, BuzzFeed!” the other boy winked and high-fived Arthur.

The Buzzfeed logo popped up and then the title said, ‘Chemistry Test with Noah and AJ’.

Kincaid sighed softly as he paused the video.

He wasn’t ready for this.

He wasn’t ready to see him.

He never has been.

Looking at Arthur had never been easy for him.

It’s been difficult. His instinct had always been to look away.

The way one does when they look at the sun.

But Kincaid had always stared right into the sun, knowing it could burn him whole.

He stared at the sun until he couldn’t.

Until he had decided his life was destined to be an eternal solar eclipse.

He had said goodbye to the sun.

And so, the sun had found a star.

Quite literally.

Christ.

Thinking of Arthur always turned him so bloody maudlin.

He sighed inwardly and pressed play.

“Hey guys,” Noah – the dark-haired boy waved at the camera. “This is Noah Schnapp.”

“And this is Arthur Jackson,” his ex-boyfriend smiled. “We’re doing the chemistry test with Buzzfeed.”

“Arthur,” Noah cleared his throat dramatically, holding onto a card with questions. “What is my favorite place in Camp Half-Blood?”

“The dining pavilion!” Arthur said cheerfully. “Because it’s where all the food is.”

“Nothing can be roasted marshmallow night,” the boy winked at the camera.

He was pretty.

Dark hair. Dark eyes.

Tall and lean and handsome.

He reminded Kincaid a lot of Lance – if Lance had a personality and remembered how to smile every now and then.

He couldn’t understand what Arthur saw in him.

He didn’t think someone like Noah would be Arthur’s type. But then again, what did he know anyway?

Maybe Noah made Arthur happy.

Arthur never asked for much. He never pushed.

All he wanted was to be with Kincaid.

Kincaid hadn’t been able to make Arthur happy. So, yes. What did he know anyway?

“Okay,” Arthur said and waved his card. “Who is my favorite Percy Jackson character?”

“Percy Jackson,” Kincaid smiled.

“Percy,” Noah chuckled. “That one was so easy.”

“We have the same name!” Arthur said dreamily. “And he is the best ever.”

Kincaid didn’t know why Arthur changed his last name when he started to act. He didn’t understand these things.

He had always preferred the name Lightwood-Bane. It reminded him that there were other people like him.

People who didn’t give up the fight. People who kept fighting and people won.

People who were connected not just by name, but by everything.

Because they fought.

“What’s my ideal date night?” Noah asked.

Arthur blushed softly. “Should I actually say it?”

Kincaid clutched the blanket tightly.

They knew they were dating.

The whole world knew it. The whole world loved it.

Kincaid pushed away the tightness in his chest.

He shouldn’t be feeling this way.

This was exactly what Arthur wanted.

For his love to be seen. For his love to be acknowledged.

Kincaid couldn’t give him that. He shouldn’t be mad that someone else could.

That wasn’t fair.

“He likes to stay at home and watch chick flicks,” Arthur giggled. “And pizza is mandatory.”

“It is,” Noah confirmed. “Your turn.”

“Okay,” Arthur smiled. “This is an easy one. What’s my favorite colour?”

Noah chuckled. “It’s purple.”

Kincaid rolled his eyes. “It’s Lavender.”

“Close,” Arthur shook his head. “It’s actually Lavender if we’re being specific.”

The questions went on and on. The boys answered one by one – all laughs and giggles and smiles.

Kincaid always answered before Noah did.

And he was always right.

He tried to take pleasure in it. He tried to take pride in it.

But what was the point?

“What’s one thing I don’t like about you?” Noah asked.

“You have things you don’t like about me?” Arthur pouted.

“Everyone does, Art,” the boy chuckled.

“Not everyone,” Kincaid mumbled.

“Okay,” Arthur hummed. “Is it the way I ask too many questions at once? My brother hates that.”

“I like it when you get excited and ask a lot of questions,” Noah said fondly, and Kincaid wanted to push him off a cliff or something. “It’s actually when you say things in French when you know I don’t understand that shit.”

“Ah,” Arthur said. “Je suis désolé. Je ne le ferai plus.”

Kincaid shook his head. “J'aime quand tu parles en français.”

“Stooop,” Noah groaned. “You’re the worst.”

“You love me,” Arthur stuck out his tongue and then blushed furiously.

“Tis true,” Noah said, winking at the camera.

Kincaid paused the video.

He took a shuddery breath, almost closing his laptop.

Don’t.

Don’t beat yourself about it.

It was for the best.

You could never give him this.

You could never tell the world how much you love him.

Don’t cry.

Don’t grieve something you were never meant to have in the first place.

He pressed play again.

“Oh, this is a good one,” Arthur said. “What’s my favorite song from Midnights?”

Kincaid opened his mouth to answer.

But he realized he didn’t actually know the answer.

He thought he was better than Noah.

But he really wasn’t.

He thought he knew Arthur better than everyone.

But he really didn’t.

“Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye! You were bigger than the whole sky!” Noah sang loudly, making Arthur giggle and hide his face behind his pretty green sweater that said ‘protect trans kids’.

Kincaid bit his lip.

He didn’t know this.

There were many things he didn’t know.

Because he was no longer part of Arthur’s life.

He will just like everyone else on the internet, collecting whatever crumbs he could get through the interviews and Arthur’s social media.

He will only know Arthur in the past tense. The boy he used to be.

He will never know the man Arthur will become.

“Oh, this one is tough,” Arthur chuckled. “Who is my favorite Lightwood-Bane?”

Kincaid smiled. “Lance.”

“Oh. That’s actually tough. I’m gonna say your dad,” Noah chuckled nervously. “Because I know he will see this and then ask me why didn’t pick him.”

Kincaid sighed.

Noah has met Arthur’s family.

He was already invited to weekend dinner. Kincaid knew because Noah would always post them on his instagram, always saying how much he loved Arthur’s papa’s cooking.

Kincaid also knew the cooking was amazing. Back in Idris, Arthur would always share whatever he brought for breakfast.

Kincaid loved the food. But he had never been able to tell Arthur’s papa that.

He certainly couldn’t put it on Instagram.

“Okay. Okay,” Noah laughed when Arthur made an inside joke Kincaid didn’t understand. They had inside jokes. Probably pet names too. “Who is my favorite Avenger?”

“Black Widow!” Arthur yelled.

“That’s correct!” Noah yelled back.

“Oh my god, we should dress up as Avengers for Halloween,” Arthur gasped suddenly.

“Or,” Noah grinned. “We could go as the Justice League.”

Arthur hummed. “You know what? Yes. We might even get my brother to agree to that.”

Noah knew Lance too.

Lance liked Noah. Lance did not like Kincaid.

They even used to get into fights.

Lance would probably be very happy to know that Arthur and Kincaid would never be together ever.

“Mate,” someone said. “You still not ready?”

Kincaid looked up from his laptop and looked at the clock. “Oh. Yes. I’ll be right down. Has the practice already started?”

“Not till you get there, captain,” his roommate chuckled.

Kincaid managed a smile and put the laptop away.

“What are you watching?” the boy looked at his screen. “Ah. They’re the ones from that Disney show, right? The one about warlocks?”

“Demigods,” Kincaid corrected automatically. “Erm. My little cousins like it.”

“You let children watch that show?” his roommate frowned.

Kincaid bit his lip. “Well, I don’t do it but-”

“I get it,” the boy chuckled softly. “My little sister is obsessed with it too. She loves these two. Something about her OTP. Whatever the hell that means.”

They were everyone’s OTP.

Kincaid knew what he would see if he scrolled down to the comment section.

Of course there will be some homophobia. But mostly it was just heart emojis and comments like ‘best couple ever’ and ‘I want what they have’ and ‘this is soulmate material’ and other things Kincaid didn’t really want to look at.

“I’ll see you downstairs,” his roommate grinned and grabbed his jersey as he walked out of the room.

Kincaid got out of bed and got dressed. He came out of the bathroom in his football uniform and cleaned up his study desk.

He grabbed the laptop.

He stared at Arthur’s face.

He looked away.

He looked back.

He pressed play.

“Last question,” Arthur said. “If I could turn into an animal, what would I choose?”

“Yikes,” Noah chuckled. “I don’t even know.”

Kincaid didn’t know either. He thought about it.

A cat.

Yes.

Probably a cat.

A baby goat.

No.

A panda.

It was impossible to choose. Arthur loved too many animals.

“I’m gonna say snake,” Noah grinned. “Then you can play with Merlin.”

“I don’t need to be a snake to play with Merlin. Our friendship transcends biology,” Arthur said playfully.

“Okay,” Noah chuckled. “Then what animal would you turn into?”

“A horse.”

“A horse?”

“Yeah.”

“Why a horse?” Noah laughed.

“I just like them,” Arthur said softly. “If I’m a horse then I can spend time with…other horses.”

Noah chuckled and shook his head.

Kincaid stopped the video and closed his laptop.

He put it away on his study desk.

Right next to the picture of Bella, the horse he trained with in Idris.

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Your Eyes Outshine The Town...Chapter 9

Bucky Barnes x Black Female Reader

18+ ONLY

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Summary/Warnings: SMUT. JUST FILTHY DOM BUCKY SMUTTT. Okay, not just smut, you and Bucky go to the opening night of Rogers: The Musical!

5 Days Before Christmas 

“Come on, Buck, please,” you whined, giving Bucky your best puppy eyes. “It’ll be fun, and aren’t you at least a little curious?” 

Bucky rolled off of the air mattress and set his face in a look of determination, trying not to give in. “I’m really not. Musicals aren’t exactly my thing.” 

“Sam’s going, Clint and Bruce are going, baby, everyone but us is going,” you pouted, propping yourself up on your elbow as you watched Bucky stretch. 

“You can go with them; I won’t be upset.” 

Bucky gave you a soft smile over his shoulder before making a beeline for the coffee pot. You had tried to buy him a fancy contraption with little pods that you said would be much easier to use. But Bucky hated the taste; the flavors were all too sweet, and his plain black coffee tasted watered down. He continued to ignore your pouting stare as he scooped coffee into the filter. Your annoyed huff as you threw the blankets off of your body and got out of bed put a slight smile on his lips. 

“I don’t want to go without you.” You followed Bucky into the kitchen and wrapped your arms around him. “Are you afraid that the actor who plays you will be hotter, and I’ll leave you for him?” You teased. 

“Yeah, right,” Bucky scoffed. 

“So grumpy,” you forced his attention away from the slow drip of his coffee. “I’ll make it worth your while Sergeant Barnes.” You bit your lip and gave him your best fuck me eyes. They worked better than the puppy ones. 

Bucky had a hint of a smile on his lips. “Oh yeah? This is a big ask, doll. I better get something amazing in return.” 

You smiled at the glint of mischief in his eyes; he already had something in mind. “Like what, Buck?” You asked innocently. 

Bucky smirked. “I’ll surprise you. When is the show again?” 

Your eyes lit up at his concession. “It’s tonight. So, we’re going?” 

Bucky sighed but couldn’t ever deny you anything. “Yes,” he groaned.

You squealed as you stood on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck.

“Guess we better go do some last-minute shopping then.” 

“For what?” You asked. 

“For what you’re going to wear to make it worth my while.” Bucky winked at you, grabbing his fresh cup of coffee and leaving you bubbling with excitement in the kitchen. 

**

Shyness was a rare feeling for you–but as you walked hand in hand with Bucky through the crowded theater lobby, you could feel yourself blushing. The dress Bucky had picked out for you–emerald green velvet that left nothing to the imagination–captured everyone’s attention. Every eye was on you as Bucky guided you through the lobby and up to your private box seats. The fact that you were currently squeezing your thighs together, way too focused on the remote-controlled vibrator between your legs, may have had something to do with your sudden bashfulness. Bucky was sure to keep one hand stuffed in his pocket, to hide his left hand but mostly to torture you with the possibility that the vibrator could buzz to life at any moment. 

**

You were dusting a sparkly gold highlighter over your chest when Bucky stepped out of the shower, wrapping a fluffy white towel low around his waist. 

His eyes roved over you; you were bent slightly over the sink, and your legs looked a mile long in the short dress. Your back was on display, your curly hair cascading down over your shoulders. The velvet fit snugly over your ass which was sinfully tempting in the position you were in. Bucky’s eyes moved up to watch you in the mirror, your brush moving delicately over the tops of your breasts, which looked ridiculously good. His throat felt dry as he tried not to think about slipping your dress up over your hips and watching your tits in the mirror as they bounced rhythmically with every sharp thrust he gave you. His dominant nature had been itching to come out and play, but as he admired you, his desire to let you do anything you wanted threatened to temper his fire.

You turned to him as he cleared his throat. Your eyes raked over his body too, following water droplets as they traveled down his chest and over his abs before disappearing under his towel. The uber-defined V-cut he was showing off made you salivate; you wanted to lick every drop of water off him until he was begging you to use your mouth somewhere else. 

“Hey, handsome,” you said with a flirty grin. “It’s really a shame that we’re skipping the red carpet—you’re too hot to sit back and let Sam get all the attention. Him and Yelena are already sending me pictures—they think they saw Rihanna—Bucky, are you even listening to me?” 

“You look fucking amazing. Are you—” Bucky’s eyes hadn’t moved from where they were focused on your tits; he was practically drooling. 

You stuck your chest out a little more. “Am I what, Buck?” 

“The dress is backless—” he cleared his throat. 

You snickered and pulled the top of your dress down, flashing him your bare chest. 

“Fuck,” Bucky muttered under his breath, rubbing his jaw as if he was in pain. 

You smiled at him as you fixed your dress. “Are you sure you’re going to make it through the evening, Buck?” 

“Oh, I’ll be fine.” 

You narrowed your eyes at the change in his tone. You looked back at him–his whole demeanor had shifted as he casually leaned against the door frame, his lips twitching with a secret. 

“I have some rules for you to follow,” his commanding whisper was well controlled; he was determined to stay in charge. “Number one, you gotta call me by my appropriate title.” 

“You want me to call you Sarge?” You batted your eyelashes at him in the mirror as you put your earrings in. 

Bucky tried to ignore the twitch under his towel as you said it and nodded his head. “Sergeant Barnes is also acceptable.” 

“Is that all?” You leaned over the counter again, trying to make him lose his grasp on his control. 

The mischievous twinkle in your eye disappeared as Bucky stalked toward you, a slightly annoyed frown on his face. He wasn’t in the mood to play. 

You watched as he silently opened his bathroom drawer and pulled out a small silk bag. What he took out of it made your heart rate pick up. Bucky smirked as he quickly slid his hands under your dress and pulled your black lacy panties down your legs. Before he could ask if you wanted to continue, you spread your legs wider for him. A tiny gasp left your lips as Bucky pushed the vibrator inside of you and pulled your underwear back up. 

“Second rule, no coming unless I say so,” he whispered against your neck. 

He turned to leave the room, and you stared after him with your mouth half-open in surprise. 

“Buck–oh shit,” your words died on your tongue as the vibrator turned on, stimulating not only your now very sensitive clit, but also your g-spot perfectly. 

“You’re already breaking the rules,” Bucky tsked, crossing his arms as he watched you try and control yourself. 

You shivered at how upset he looked–his disappointment that you couldn’t follow one simple rule shouldn’t have turned you on as much as it did. 

Bucky turned the vibration up a notch, and you leaned against the counter, your pretty lips parted in a little “O,” your cheeks already starting to flush. He licked his lips, fighting the groan that was building; he was already rock hard, and you hadn’t even left the house yet. 

“Sweetheart?” He turned the vibe off and let you catch your breath. “Color?” 

“Green,” you panted. 

“Good girl, come here.” 

You went to him on shaky legs, his angry scowl softening now that you had accepted your role for the evening. 

“Look what you do to me, doll.” Bucky grabbed your hand and pressed it against the prominent erection his towel was attempting to hide. 

You bit your lip and looked up at him with surprised doe eyes. 

“Need you to be a good girl and take care of this for me before we leave.” He slowly rubbed his thumb over your bottom lip, pulling it down slightly before letting it pop back into place.

You choked back your moan; you wanted him like this all the time. You licked your lips in anticipation. “Yes, Sarge.”

Bucky groaned at your sultry voice and the title slipping off your tongue as you sank to your knees in front of him. 

Bucky grabbed the door frame to steady himself as you threw his towel on the floor, skipped the teasing, and sucked his thick cock into your warm mouth. 

“Look so pretty with your lips around me,” Bucky moaned. “Take it all.” 

He gasped as you relaxed your throat and let his tip slip in. “Such a good girl, fuck.” 

You clenched around the vibrator in your pussy and moaned on Bucky’s cock. He was absolutely killing you. 

“Just like that—little faster sweetheart.” 

You sped up, hollowing your cheeks—your heart racing as Bucky moaned loudly. He was hot and heavy on your tongue, and he tasted so damn good. You felt like a fucking goddess on the floor as he sang down praises and tried to control the pitch of his voice. Your tongue swirled around the red tip of his cock, and you knew he was close; his thighs started to shake under your hands. You brought a hand up to gently squeeze his balls, and Bucky’s hands flew to your hair as his cock twitched on your tongue. 

“Oh god, oh fuck, don’t stop–just like that–fuck doll gonna come in your slutty little mouth,” Bucky fucked your face harder than he ever had. Your fingernails dug sharply into his thigh, but you didn’t stop him; you felt like you were going to come any second. 

You gave his balls another slight squeeze, and he whimpered loudly as he filled your mouth with his hot cum. 

You sucked him clean as he leaned against the door catching his breath. 

Still on your knees, your hair a mess and your cheeks flushed, you looked up at him innocently. “Was that good, Sarge?” 

“Fucking hell,” Bucky groaned and pulled you to your feet. “Are you sure we can’t just stay here?” He kissed and groped you needily–grabbing handfuls of your ass under your dress before moving up to roughly squeeze your breasts. 

“I’m fucking soaked, baby,” you whimpered in his ear. 

Bucky groaned and started to push you toward the bed. 

“But, I wanna see what else you have in store for tonight before you fuck me stupid.” 

Bucky forced himself to separate from you. “Well, my plan is to see how quickly I can make you beg to come home.” 

“Challenge accepted,” you smiled. 

Bucky pecked your lips before starting to get dressed. “I’m not gonna go easy on you.” He licked his lips at your hesitant expression. “Meet me outside when you’re ready. If I stand here any longer, I won’t be able to resist fucking you–you smell divine.” Bucky groaned the last few words and quickly removed himself from the temptation, disappearing into the closet to put his suit on. This was supposed to be torture for you, but he would suffer as much. 

**

Bucky waved to Sam over the railing; while the rest of the Avengers had opted for seats closer to the stage, Bucky had requested a private box. Even with his plan in place to distract himself, every time he glanced at the stage and the people down below, he felt like he might be sick. 

“You okay?” You whispered when he took his seat next to you. 

Your gentle touch and the concern in your voice soothed him back into his earlier demeanor. “Fine,” he kissed your lips quickly before placing his hand in his pocket.  

He sat back with an innocent smile on his face as he watched you squirm. He hadn’t used the vibe yet, and your anticipation of when he would was turning out to be more delicious than actually using it. 

As the lights dimmed and the first song began, you relaxed into your seat, squeezing Bucky’s hand. 

Bucky kissed the top of your head as he turned the vibe onto the lowest setting. He smirked as you jolted and glared at him. 

“Watch the show, baby girl,” he whispered. 

You bit your lip to contain your whimper. 

Baby girl–baby girl?! Jesus! What is he trying to do, get me pregnant? 

You tried to focus on the show, but the pressure on your clit was too overwhelming. Bucky sitting next to you in an all-black suit that even Zemo would have been proud of was not helping your situation. You squeezed his hand and your armrest, trying very hard not to move your hips, but all you wanted was to grind down onto the vibrator stuffed in your pussy until you came. 

Bucky moved his hand out of your grip and rubbed your thigh, the short dress gave him easy access to your warm skin, and he nearly growled at the barely audible whimper that left your throat. 

He left you like that for a while, teasing you with his large hand and the low-level vibration until you leaned closer to him and begged for more. 

Bucky turned to you with a raised eyebrow. “What was that baby girl?” 

You closed your eyes as the pleasure of his words washed over you. “Please, Sarge? Wanna come,” you whispered in his ear. 

Your warm breath on his ear and neck made his cock twitch. He turned the vibration up again. 

“Oh fuck–please,” you begged, your nails digging into his bicep. 

“Behave.” Bucky turned his attention to the show and rolled his eyes as his character came on stage. 

You pouted and sat back in your seat when Bucky turned the vibe off completely. You were so wet, so turned on, your skin felt red hot. After downing your vodka on the rocks, you started to feel a little more in control. You held Bucky’s hand again, laying on his shoulder and rubbing his strong muscles with your free hand. 

“That actor doesn’t even look like you,” you muttered. “His ass is too flat.” 

Bucky snorted, drawing annoyed looks and huffs from the audience members in the surrounding boxes. 

You smiled, glad that Bucky seemed to be enjoying himself. You wanted this to be a good experience for him. You sat like that for a while, cuddled together, and made jokes about the show. Bucky pointed out every detail they got wrong and added his own memories. 

“Look,” you nudged Bucky, “Sam’s already asleep.” 

Bucky looked over the railing and saw Sam practically drooling as he slept on Yelena’s shoulder. 

“Wow, embarrassing.” Bucky grinned as he pulled out his cellphone. “You think he turned his phone off?” 

“Don’t!” You whispered with a goading smile. 

You both leaned forward as Bucky dialed Sam’s phone, the loud ringtone going off right in the middle of Steve’s dramatic solo about Peggy. Sam jolted awake and scrambled for his phone as a disgruntled noise came from the audience. You and Bucky were nearly crying with laughter, and you both fell back into your seats when Sam turned in your direction. 

Bucky slumped down, hiding his smile with his hand as he showed you the angry text Sam had just sent. 

“Scale of 1-10, how much does he hate us right now?” You wiped the tears from your eyes and sat back up in your seat. 

“Oh, definitely a 20.” 

“Probably–” your sentence was cut off when Bucky suddenly turned the vibe back on to the highest setting. 

You had to bite your tongue to keep from moaning as you clenched your thighs together. 

Bucky watched you from the corner of his eye, your body rigid, trying so hard not to move, your eyes desperate and pleading, your chest moving up and down rapidly. He wanted you so much–he needed to break you. 

“You look so gorgeous like this, sweetheart.” Bucky nibbled on your ear as his hand moved over your thigh again. “I wanna make you feel as good as you made me feel earlier.” 

You bit your lip as his hand traveled higher up your thigh. You nodded your head in response to his words, but he paused his movements. 

“If you wanna come, we gotta go home.” 

You huffed and glared at him. You could see the hunger in his eyes as he watched you try not to come in the middle of the theater. He thought you didn’t notice his lingering gaze on your tits, which were heaving up and down rapidly now. You watched his eyes flick to them again, and his hand squeezed your thigh tightly while his tongue wet his lips. You could break him too. 

“You’re thinking about sucking my tits while I bounce on your cock, aren’t you?” 

Bucky’s eyes snapped back up to yours, and he turned the vibe off. “That’s not how this works, baby girl,” he whispered against your cheek before lightly kissing it. 

You were undeterred; you scooted closer to him and ran your hand up and down his thigh. “Oh, come on, Sarge. I’m so horny,” you whined. “Just take me into a coat closet and fuck me real hard, real fast, please?” Your hand was now caressing his cock through his slacks, and you could feel him getting harder the more you talked. 

“Sweetheart–” Bucky warned but made no move to stop you as you started to undo his button and zipper. 

“It’s dark, and we’re sitting all alone. No one’s going to notice.” 

Bucky tilted his head back as your nails drug lightly over his erection through his boxers. 

“No one’s going to notice if I slip onto the floor and stick this fat cock down my throat.” 

“Fuck,” Bucky quietly groaned and gripped your wrist before you could slip your hand down his boxers. “No,” he hissed at you and moved your hand out of his pants. 

You crossed your arms and huffed at him. 

“I told you to behave,” Bucky growled at you as he pulled your face closer to his. “Now I’m gonna have to punish you. It’s too bad, I really wanted to make you come on my cock over and over when we got home, but I guess I’ll have to do without.” 

Bucky shrugged dramatically and sat back in his seat, trying not to smirk at the agape look on your face. 

You sat back in your own seat, stubbornly keeping your arms crossed, even when he reached out to hold your hand. You were going to force him to give in first. 

But he didn’t. He didn’t turn the vibe back on either, which was driving you crazy.  

Finally, when you realized the play was getting to the part where Bucky “died,” you softened. This was supposed to be a good time for both of you. 

You curled back up against his side and held his hand between both of yours. 

“I’m okay,” Bucky whispered, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. 

“Okay, baby,” you whispered back with a kiss on his cheek. You kept your hold on his hand and tightened it when you realized they were launching into a Winter Soldier sequence that detailed every horrible highlight of Bucky’s past. 

Bucky’s eyes darted around nervously as he noticed a few people glancing in his direction. He didn’t want to ruin the night for you; he could do this. 

“Baby, can we go get some air? I don’t feel so great.” You tugged on his hand, and he quickly nodded and led you out of the theater. 

Once you were in the cold New York air, you shrugged into your coat and leaned against the brick wall. 

“You okay, doll? Did I go too far?” Bucky’s brow was furrowed with concern. 

“I’m okay, baby,” you smiled at him and grabbed his tie to pull him closer to you. 

Understanding dawned on Bucky’s face–you had done that for him, knowing he wouldn’t have done it himself. 

You kissed him before he could say anything. “You won the game, Sergeant Barnes. Please, I’m begging you, take me home. I need you,” You kissed him through your words, getting increasingly needier. 

Bucky brushed your hair back, smiling at you adoringly. “I love you, doll.”  Bucky kissed you again, shoving his tongue in your mouth while his hands glided down your back and over your ass. He pulled away and let you chase his lips before pushing you back against the wall. “But, I’m still gonna punish you for that stunt you pulled in there.” 

You whimpered; the thought of not getting to come made you want to cry, but it was worth it to find out what kinds of delicious torment he had in store. 

** 

Never in your life had you let a man or woman have total control of your body the way you let Bucky. You surrendered to him without any doubt, without even a hint of hesitancy. And you had been thoroughly rewarded. 

Your ass still stung from the first part of your punishment; the sound of Bucky’s big hand landing on your flesh still rung in your ears. The ties around your wrist dug into your skin harshly as you pulled on them for the hundredth time, desperately trying to touch Bucky–touch him anywhere. You were desperate to feel him. 

“Bucky!” You tried to squirm away from his mouth. You gasped as Bucky slapped your thigh. “Fuck–Sorry! Sarge,” you gulped in air as Bucky’s tongue sped up. ``Please, I can’t take anymore.” Even as you said it, your hips lifted to catch the friction of his nose against your clit, and you moaned lowly as he pulled another orgasm from you. You had lost count after the fourth one. Your brain was no longer functioning. How wrong you had been to think that Bucky would continue denying you. No, his plan was quite the opposite. 

Bucky crawled over you, your body jumping when his cock drug over your over sensitive clit. “Look at you,” Bucky almost chuckled as he kissed your flushed cheeks. “You’re already begging for mercy, and I haven’t even fucked you yet.” 

“It’s too much,” you shuddered as his lips attached to your neck. 

“Hmm,” Bucky trailed his tongue up to your ear. “That’s quite the turnaround from begging for my cock in the middle of the theater.”  

Bucky moved down to suck your pert nipple into his mouth. “You have such pretty tits, doll,” he groaned, grinding against your hip. “I think I have an idea.” Bucky gently bit the top of your breast before moving back to your lips. “You gonna give me want?” 

Fuck him for making your sore pussy clench again. 

“Yes, Sarge,” you quickly agreed. 

“Good girl.” Bucky pecked your lips before sitting up on his knees. 

He only had to give you a look, and you knew what he wanted. You opened your mouth, flattening your tongue to allow his entrance. Bucky held on to the headboard, just above where your wrists were tied, and gave a few deep strokes into your mouth before pulling out. 

You whined at the loss, and Bucky shushed you, moving down your body until his throbbing cock fit in the valley of your breasts. 

“Fuck,” you whimpered, squirming underneath him. 

“You like this, baby girl? Want me to fuck your tits?” Bucky gently cupped the sides of your breasts, squeezing them together around his cock while he circled your nipples with his thumbs. 

“Please, Sarge, use me, please,” you panted until he started moving. 

His thick cock slid perfectly between your soft flesh, and Bucky could already feel the high he had put off for too long, quickly approaching. 

You stared up at him in total admiration. The look of bliss on his face was indescribable, his bottom lip tugged between his teeth, his handsome scruff shining from the hours he spent between your legs–but the best part was the little tremble of his lips, the click of his jaw when he started to get close. 

“Please, Sarge. Want you to come on my tits.” You stuck your tongue out again, lapping at his sensitive cock head every time it peeked through your cleavage. 

“Fuck, fuck, such a dirty slut for me,” Bucky groaned, picking up speed. 

“Yeah, only for you, Sarge. Give it to me.” 

The pressure snapped, and Bucky stilled; the sight of his come landing over your breasts and face had him completely stunned. No sounds came out of his mouth as he looked down at you, watching you slide your tongue over your lips to catch a taste of him. 

“So fucking perfect,” he groaned as he climbed off the bed to get a warm towel. 

You didn’t miss his cock bobbing between his legs, still just as hard as it was when you started.

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100+ Films of 1952

Film number 139: The Flavor of Green Tea Over Rice (Ochazuke no Aji) 

Release date: October 1st, 1952 

Studio: Shochiku 

Genre: drama/foreign 

Director: Yasujiro Ozu 

Actors: Shin Saburi, Michiyo Kogure, Koji Tsuruta, Chikage Awashima 

Plot Summary: Taeko and Mokichi Satake, a middle-aged upper-class couple, seem trapped in a loveless marriage. When Taeko’s niece is offered a prospective husband through an arranged marriage, she desperately tries to stop it, fearing she’ll become like her unhappy aunt. 

My Rating (out of five stars): ****½  

Right off the bat I'll confess that Ozu is my favorite Japanese filmmaker and easily one of my favorite directors full-stop. I relish character driven films that take the time to portray minute details of people's lives, letting the audience understand them through their smallest gestures and reactions. This movie is classic Ozu up and down- a light drama depicting the lives of middle/upper class people, highlighting relationships with long scenes of their interactions. It’s not a masterpiece like Late Spring or Tokyo Story, but it is still a highly interesting film worth your time. (minor spoilers) 

The Good: 

All of the actors were really strong, with Shin Saburi and Michiyo Kogure especially standing out as the discontented main couple. I adored Koji Tsuruta as the puppy-like Non-chan, as well. 

I love Ozu’s camerawork and style. Here we see a lot of his trademarks- low camera angles, slow backward zoom-out movements, the way he has his actors look almost directly into the camera when they speak, and his disregard for the conventional 180-degree rule in editing between multiple characters.  

There were really strong character studies in this, especially with Taeko, Mokichi, and Setsuko. 

The way the dialogue conveys so much with superficial statements and/or long pauses. Somehow Ozu is a genius at filling this kind of communication with meaning! 

I flipped out with joy when a scene had a Takarazuka reference! Four women were relaxing at an onsen, and one of them started singing “Sumire no Hana Saku Koro,” a standard Takarazuka song. They didn’t mention the word, but another woman chimed in to talk about how they would skip school to see performances! 

One of my favorite scenes was when Mokichi tries to explain to his highly cultured wife Taeko why he likes “simple, primitive, and modest” things- using the cheap cigarettes and third-class train tickets that he loves as examples. Shin Sabure’s performance here was really moving. 

The scene near the end when the couple make the titular ochazuke was probably the highlight. It’s a beautiful example of how Ozu can take small mundane things and keep you totally transfixed as you watch. (And ochazuke is a perfect example of how something “simple, primitive, and modest” can be absolutely heavenly, btw! It's one of my favorite comfort foods.) 

There were lots of great details of everyday Japanese culture in the 1950s- there were long scenes in a pachinko parlor, a kabuki theater, at a baseball game, and at a keirin race. 

The Bad: 

The ending maybe wrapped-up things a little too nicely? It got more overtly sentimental than other Ozu films I’ve seen.  

Sometimes the pace was possibly a wee bit too slow, even accounting for Ozu’s more relaxed tempo in general. I was never bored, though. 

[taybatwo2]

The Creature From the Black Lagoon Skullector Review Part 2 of 2

Okay!!! In this part of the review, let’s look at some of the Creature’s accessories and compare her to some more G1 monsters! More under the cut!

Starting from the top, here is a close up of her “earring.” It is not removable from her headpiece.

The back of her head piece (the yellow/green gradient they painted with it really helps it to POP). It’s held really securely into her head with a comb and plastic stays.

And the side!! I seriously love all the extra sculpted detail.

Here is her corset piece. It’s a really pretty piece that I wish had some of those same highlights on the edges of the scales that the headdress has.

Again, I kinda wished that this was part of her sculpted body (besides the shoulder part, which would probably hamper arm mobility, but then again, she already can’t lay her arms down to her sides very well)….

Here is the Creature just wearing her swimsuit/clothing piece without the corset piece.

and here it is off the doll. The tulle-like material is much stiffer than I was expecting.

Both sides of her arm bracers. I would have liked some highlights there… and still wish that the fins had been apart of her….

Her boots are beautiful! So many details in these!!! And the little harpoons and rope not only creating heel, but it’s wrapped around both lower ankles, like she strapped them to her feet or she was captured by the normies. Awesome details!!

And even the underside of her heels are super detailed!

And her new kind of stand. ….I like it better than a saddle stand!!

Here are the details on the stand’s base. An anchor (similar to Vandala’s purse -picture from eBay), dead fish and seaweed are all imprinted on it.

It’s hollow, and kinda light, but it seems pretty sturdy -and stands better than some other specialty collector stands-.

Here she is clipped onto her stand. She clips in pretty easy, but I wonder if she’s supposed to be she leaning to one side.

Okay! Let’s compare the Creature to her G1 counterpart!!

Tada! Lagoona and her Universal ancestor!! The Creature has a more detailed head mold and claws, but I like that G1 Lagoona has actual fins.

And I thought it would be fun to compare their profiles. The Creature has such a flat profile. :3 You can tell that Lagoona’s face mold was heavily inspired by the Creatures though (the forehead, partially the lips and the jawline look fairly similar). Also, I think it’s cute that both Lagoona and the Creature have little “fins” sticking out of the top of their head. Let’s bring in the extended family (I did forget to bring out my CAM Sea Monster, who also has a very flat nose to compare her to).

The Monsters that haunt your lochs, swamps, lagoons, seas and fresh bodies of water!! It is amazing that the Creature and the other Universal Monsters inspired the original ghouls and look how many they inspired in turn.

And a comparison of not only their skin color, but him much G1 plays around with hand sculpts (something G3 is sorely lacking in - why does G3 Lagoona not have webbed fingers!!). G1 Lagoona’s (wow, even the peg looks different than the others). They added claws and scales to it for Lagoonafire, they cut back how far up the fingers the webbing went up and added more detailed vines and lines on it for Honey’s, they made Lorna’s more rounded and paddle like, and seemed to scale that puppy up for the very base of the Creature’s. Her hand is almost as big as Gil’s!

I also wanted to compare her with some other green ghouls who I was reminded of. CAM Gorgon’s eyeshadow and lipstick were very reminiscent of Creature’s, as were her nose scales/ridges. Greta is much more brightly colored than either CAM Gorgon or Creature’s skin (the Creature has a blue shimmer/pearlescent glimmer to her skin).

And finally, her with her Universal brethren. We just need: The Wolfman, The Mummy, and the Invisible Man and we’d be set!

[chordsykat]

Another picture everyone wants to know more about, and indeed one of my favorites from the past year is this one.

With this image, you can see that I started with the line art in black, only. No colored lines on this puppy -- the "feel" of stained glass demands big, dark lines in this case. You can see that I blocked out the colors in a very basic fashion and added a circle as a "guide" at this point. Eventually, it becomes a crescent moon...

I used an actual shot of the moon to fill in the circle on the second row. I think I just selected the area and used "Paste Into" to make a mask. I then set it to "Multiply" and cut the opacity about 50% so it picked up the gray color I blocked it in with, initially. I also shaded Toki and Eden with a green/blue hue. You can see it's sort of a "softened" cel shading where I blur the edges a bit. The next thing I did was to make the "glass" effect, and the way this was achieved was by selecting different sections of the figures and again using "Paste Into" to put a layer of marble I lifted off Google (see examples here) as a mask. Then I'd select a few more sections, paste a different marble pattern in, and repeat. I'd "Invert" the patterns (so they're black with white "veins") and set them to "Screen". I did the same with the moon, and by the time we've gotten to the last image of the second row, you can see I added a few more "backlights" to the image. This was done with the inclusion of a radial all-white gradient set to "Overlay" above the shadow layer. I also changed the very-back layer from white to black.

For the finishing touches, I added a few more highlights over another layer above everything, and in the layer between the colors and the black background, made a layer of blue radial gradient and some stars on either edge of the moon. The very, very last step was to put a layer of contrasting blue and red gradients above everything and set that to "Soft Light". I've left the gradient layer in the final image set to "Normal" so you can see what it looks like. Little things like this make a big difference in the final composition, and it's fun to experiment with overlays in such ways. :)

Thanks for looking! Hope you got some groovy ideas... Will definitely be pulling out some of my art from the past (and the future, I'm sure) to do more breakdowns like these since I haven't been giving you guys as many tutorials as I've wanted to, lately.

[freedomfireflies]

I recently saw that Coldplay took a fan from the audience on stage and she played ‘green eyes’ on guitar with them. Could you maybe write something similar about Harry inviting the reader on stage when she had a sign that said if she could play ‘boyfriends’ or ‘Cherry’ or something with him?? <3

To the wonderful anon who requested this: I'm so sorry it took me so long to finish this, I have no idea if you're still around to see it, but thank you so much for taking the time to create such a cool idea and for entrusting me with it 😭 I hope I can do it justice!

You’re gonna murder Stacy Henderson.

You decide this as you’re walking up the short set of stairs that leads to the stage, ears ringing from the sound of thousands of fans anticipating your arrival.

You have no idea how you got here.

It all started back in the third grade, when on your first day of school, Stacy convinced you to climb to the top of the slide with her. 

At the time, the top of the slide was like Mount Everest to the third graders, but Stacy was convinced she could do it, so she grabbed your hand, and dragged you along with her.

Turns out, she couldn’t do it and chickened out on the second step up. You, however, weren’t as easily deterred and managed to make it to the top with a shout before you slid down.

It was the coolest thing you’d ever done. And you don’t think you would have done it without her.

Which is probably why she’s somehow been convincing you to do things you don’t want to do ever since. Like following her along like a lost puppy to a Harry Styles concert. 

But just going wasn’t good enough. She had to pick out the perfect boa, the perfect shoes to match her already perfect manicure, and last but not least…she had to make a sign.

With lots of glitter.

You were happy for her, really. She was just glowing, and it wasn’t all the highlighter she’d applied. She loved Harry more than anything and the minute he made eye contact with her sign, you could see her eyes just about blow out of her head.

He’d laughed when he read it. “You’re cherry sweet! I’d pick you every time!” 

It was a little dorky, but she’d spent all night perfecting it, and you were glad he found it amusing. 

“That’s very kind,” he’d said, hand over his heart. “I’d pick you, too.”

The stadium cheered, squealed, and nearly fainted at the sentiment before his head began to tilt. 

“Ah, I see we have a Jimi Hendrix fan,” he commented, nodding at her shirt. “Do you play? Or did you just like the shirt? Are you a poser?” 

He smirked to let her know he was teasing as the room laughed and she shook her head before she suddenly pointed at you. “No, it’s my friends’ shirt! She plays!” she yelled before his attention turned to you.

Fuck.

You’d felt your heart drop to your ass as the glorious and very tall man suddenly sidestepped his way a bit closer to your side of the pit. 

“Is that so?” he asked, sounding rather intrigued. “Do you play a lot of Hendrix songs?”

You felt the blood rush from your face as you forced yourself to speak. “Uh…sometimes. Depends on my mood, I guess.”

“Depends on the mood,” he repeated, nodding as he glanced out at the crowd. “Well, she’s not wrong there. Have you ever played anything a bit…softer?”

More cheering as you glanced at your friend, who looked like she was about to pass out from the excitement. 

“Yeah,” you finally answered, and he began to grin.

“Well, that is in-ter-est-ing,” he hummed, rather smugly as you began to feel your pulse race beneath your chest. “Say…speaking of picking…if it’s all right with your friend, how’s about you do something cherry sweet for us and come help out on this next song?”

The arena just about collapsed as the question hung in the air, the group of girls around you suddenly clamoring to get closer. And your ears filled with the sound of crying, screaming, and hollering until they just about bled.

You didn’t know what else to do. What else to say. You just…stared at him.

“Only if…you’re comfortable with it,” he was quick to clarify, hand raising into the air as if surrendering. “I know we’re no Jimi but…you know, we do our best. Mitch can make any solo his bitch.”

You would have laughed if you weren’t seconds away from hurling all over the floor.

“What do you say?” he asked as Stacy suddenly grabbed your arm. 

“You have to,” she hissed. “You have to, oh my god, he never does this. He never does this, you have to go. Say yes—no, say it to him!”

But you couldn’t say yes. Mostly because your tongue had gone numb but also because he wouldn’t have been able to hear you anyway, so…you nodded.

“Al right!” he exclaimed as if you’d just told him he won the lottery before he began to usher a security guard to come collect you. “She said yes, everyone!”

More cheering as you were led through the pit and toward the stage.

And now…here you are.

Seconds away from chucking a microphone stand at Stacy’s head.

You’ve never felt so many eyes on you at once. So many lights. It’s a wonder this man doesn’t pass out from exhaustionthe way he dances around in those long sleeves and pants. 

However, before you can truly succumb to the spiral you’re starting to find yourself in, Mitch and Harry jog their way to your side as somebody passes you a rather elegant looking electric guitar.

“Hey,” Mitch calls, offering a smile when he notices the panicked look on your face. “Don’t sweat it. Cherry’s the next song, it’s pretty simple. Just follow my lead and I’ll try not to fuck it up.”

You laugh weakly just as Harry skids his way to the huddle, rather peppy for someone who's been tap dancing all night.

“Hi,” he beams, and all you can do is blink as you finally see him. Up close and very personal. God, why is he so…structured? Has he always been this hot? “Sorry to put ya on the spot like that, I get a little…over-excited at times.”

Mitch snorts as if that’s the understatement of the year, and Harry lifts his middle finger into the air in retaliation.

You hear the arena cheer.

“Okay, s’really simple. Just come stand by me, yeah? It’ll be over in a flash, and they’ll sing so loud, you won’t really hear anything else, anyway,” he attempts to explain, and you nod. “So…if you fuck up, literally nobody will know. If that helps at all.”

“It does,” you admit, glancing back down at the instrument in your possession.

He watches you for a moment, as if pleased. “Okay, are you ready?”

“No,” you answer honestly, and both boys smirk. 

“Perfect.” With that, he offers a wink and begins to lead you toward the center of the stage, returning to his microphone as you and Mitch get settled off to the side. “All right, before we get started, let’s give a big hand for our very own rockstar!”

Again, the blood drains from your face as the entire room is forced to chant for you, and you quickly look around to find Stacy, who’s jumping up and down so fervently, you’re surprised she doesn’t just take flight.

Harry is handed his own guitar, making sure the strap is situated and his fingering is correct before he takes a deep breath, looks over at you and Mitch, and begins to play.

For the first few seconds, you’re terrified. Already commanding yourself not to mess up as he easily croons the lyrics that you’ve always found rather heartbreaking. Because of all the songs to fuck up, you’re thinking maybe this isn’t the one. 

But, as it turns out, he was right. It’s a pretty simple song, and with Mitch to your left, it’s not hard to follow along and find the right melody.

By the second verse, you begin to enjoy yourself, subconsciously mouthing the words as he gets to the chorus. 

He glances over at you from time to time, just to make sure you haven’t passed out (you assume), and always looks rather proud when he sees the way you’ve found your grove.

However, this time when he looks at you, his brow cocks up and you realize he’s watching you sing along.

You’re quick to clamp your mouth shut, eyes returning to the strings as you zero in on your performance.

You hear him smile as he begins to wrap up the song and before you know it…it’s over.

Both relieved and a little disappointed, you turn to return the guitar back to its rightful owner and return yourself down to the floor.

Where you belong.

But as you’re calling a quick goodbye to Mitch, you feel a large hand sweep down your back and encourage you to turn around.

You do, catching Harry’s bright smile as he suddenly leans in to whisper something in your ear.

The crowd continues to scream their enthusiasm as your eyes widen, a bit confused and rather flustered by Harry’s admittance.

When he’s through, he moves back and catches your eye, head tilting curiously as he awaits your response.

You nod.

With that, he laughs, winking once more before jogging backward toward the center of the stage to continue on with the show.

As if in a trance, you walk down the steps and let security bring you back to Stacy, who grabs onto you before anybody else getting ready to can.

“Oh my god, what did he say? No, wait, what did he smell like? No…no, tell me what he said first and then tell me what he smelled like,” she gushes, chest heaving as if she’s about to have a panic attack.

You roll your lips into your mouth, turning to glance over your shoulder at the stage as Harry serenades the audience with the next song on the list. “Turns out…you were right.”

He catches your eye.

And you grin.

“He’s not so bad after all.”

~ Full Masterlist

~ Other Harry Blurbs