#neon lights sequel

[gildedoak]

Sequel to RadioApple Week Day 1 (Late Night/Early Morning). Lucifer is still hallucinating from lack of sleep. Good thing Queen Bee sent over a box of various honey samples (along with their usual order of Beelzejuice) that Alastor can put to good use!

Drawing Alastor’s shadow was surprisingly challenging!

Description below the cut!

[IMAGE DESCRIPTION: Radioapple Comic

Panel 1: Alastor's shadow carries Lucifer to his room, smiling fondly at him. Lucifer is still massively sleep deprived and is spilling coffee as he waves his limbs around. L: But Mr. Waddlequackers I don't wanna sleep I don't want dreeeeeeams...!

Panel 2: Alastor confiscates the mug as Shadow tucks Lucifer into bed. A: Sleep deprivation is considered to be a form of torture, Your Majesty. (No more coffee for you!) L: Nuuuu my coffee-!!

Panel 3: Shadow ruffles Lucifer's hair as he looks up, still groggy. A: And you've punished yourself enough for one night.

Panel 4: Closeup of a new mug that Alastor conjures, handing it to Lucifer. It's a large navy mug with a lime green duck with giant black eyes and an elongated neck. A small UFO is at the top, and in the middle in neon green letters is, "ALIEN AB-duck-TION." A: Here. Milk with honey. It will help you sleep. L: No dreams? A: No dreams.

Panel 5: Alastor slumps in an armchair, burying his face in one hand. Shadow adoringly watches Lucifer sleep, who is out like a light, curled up in a tight ball and faceplanted into his pillows. A: What am I doing? (to Shadow) And you - stop it.

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[curryshesus]

jeon jungkook fics that own my mind, body, heart, and soul

in other words, this is a collection of my favorite jk fics on tumblr! if you enjoyed any of these fics as much as i did, pls remember to support the authors by interacting with their post. part 2 | other bts members

➺ bitchin - by @kinktae

summary: the 80s were a time of choices. which perm was right for you? what color neon would you wear next? none of these choices, however, were more questionable than a certain deal you made with jeon jungkook.

➺ idealizations concerning real life relations - by @venusiangguk

summary: jungkook loves to be loved, but he doesn’t love in return.

➺ hotter than hell - by @chateautae

summary: jungkook, lucifer and king of hell, has been cast out of the crimson underworld for a reason he’s unsure of. embarking on his journey for the answer should’ve been easy, if it weren’t for you, the human that nurses his wounded body in her home, and accidentally witnesses the truth of his identity. kickstarting a hellish adventure with the devil himself, you discover lucifer is the most infuriating company ever; and jungkook finds out that maybe his answer to returning home lies within his annoying human confidant.

➺ jump then fall (into you) - by @writtenwhalien

summary: bringing Jungkook along as your date to your ex’s lavish cruise wedding seemed like a perfect idea at first — all of your family and close friends together, nothing can go wrong… then Jungkook’s ex shows up and all of a sudden you’re in a years long relationship with him. You don’t mind though, really, how hard can sharing a cabin and pretending to be deeply in love with your best friend really be?

➺ too late to dream - by @kookslastbutton

summary: You did it. You married your college professor. You even bought a house together. Against all odds, everything had fallen into place. But after two years of marriage, you begin feeling something was missing. You want a baby but your husband can’t say the same.

➺ the forgotten spaces- by @oddinary4bts

summary: you've been dancing on the same dance crew since your teenage years, and you finally have an important role in it. It feels like life is taunting you when your rival comes back after disappearing for a year, ready to tease you every chance he gets. Will the teasing turn into more, or are you going to take him down with you?

➺ when the end comes - by @oddinary4bts

summary: Seven years after you've started dating Jungkook, long distance creates a wedge in your relationship. When the only solution seems to be breaking up, you go your separate ways even though love still lives in the two of you. Will you find a way back together, or has the end come for you and Jeon Jungkook? **sequel to the forgotten spaces

➺ falling - by @starshapedkookie

summary: soulmate (noun): a person who is bound to another through the strongest level of emotional and physical connection. one is given a name on the body upon 18 years of age and any transgressions against the laws of soul-bonding will not occur without harm.

➺ love alive - by @jamaisjoons

summary: a year after you and jungkook break up, the two of you meet at your brother’s party.

➺ changes in between - by @taegularities

summary: Becoming the roommate of Jeon Jungkook is the biggest change you’ve ever gotten thrown into - but little do you know that the addition of another man will bring even further turbulence into your (love) life.

➺ falling skies - by @fortunexkookie

summary: Jeon Jiyeon was your childhood best friend; her brother, Jungkook, was something else entirely. You used to be friends, but then he had gone from endearingly frustrating dumb boy to card-carrying fuckboy so fast it had given you whiplash.

Despite the teasing and fighting, Jiyeon realized how Jungkook felt about you long before he did - it was a twin thing - and if you were her sun, and he was her moon, then she just wished she could show you how he reflected your light.

➺ sugarplum elegy - by @bymoonchild

summary: You know no bounds nor depth with Jungkook. While your fuck buddy loves sleeping in your bed and doing laundry for you with his favourite fabric softener, you are in love with a mysterious honeyed, velvety voice on Soundcloud. All’s fine, until you find out that the voice that metaphors your heart to a sweet sugarplum melody actually belongs to the boy who has been taking up a special spot in your bed and in your heart, strumming at your heartstrings all this while. Or, Jungkook has one braincell, but it’s heart-shaped.

➺ an abundance of mondays - by @diortae

summary: "why the fuck would it be easy? you’re disgustingly in love with your best friend. of course it’s complicated.” he pauses to roll his eyes, as if he hasn’t just laid out the most secret parts of you here in the middle of the campus dining hall.

➺ five dates - by @kpopfanfictrash

summary: “Ten dates,” he nods, smile tugging at his lips. “Ten dates, to decide if you want this – want me – or want me to go. Ten dates to get to know me. Ten dates,” he says, oddly soft, “to fall in love with me.” Which then becomes five.

➺ here comes the bride, all dressed in pride - by @hansolmates

summary: You and your cousin Doyeon have had beef with each other since the sandbox. When she plucks the last straw, you decide to end your long-simmering fight by claiming that you and her ex—Jeon Jungkook, are now boyfriend and girlfriend

➺ if i told you - by @gukyi

summary: in order to pay for university, jeon jungkook decides to market his most valuable asset to the wealthy socialites of campus: himself. donning a suit and tie, tousled hair, and glasses (to look smarter), he becomes every rich daughter’s dream: the perfect boyfriend to bring to balls, dinners, and business gatherings. all while you watch from the sidelines, only able to dream of having that much money to buy yourself what you really want: him.

[helaintoloki]

Hey I want to request something since I saw your request was open. So can you do a fic where five and y/n ( they are already married) end up in the deli with the other fives.

Basically there are only few fives that have a y/n but she's died in their timeline. So basically it's just the other fives wanting to know more about her abd the fives telling their stories of their y/n

Y/n absolutely loves the attention she almost sequeled when she saw the other fives lol.

a/n: so this actually ended up turning into a more depressing piece than i planned LOL but the original intention is there

warnings: language, angst, mentions of death, light amount of fluff

summary: your search for answers leads you to a deli with multiple versions of your husband inside

As the danger of the impending apocalypse finally begins to sink in for Five, he realizes he needs to get you somewhere safe until he figures out a way to stop the world from ending. Thus, while his siblings continued to fight off the monstrous cleanse that was Ben and Jennifer, Five quickly grabbed hold of you and jumped you both to the only place he could think of.

You stumble over your own feet as your body adjusts to being dropped into a new setting, your hand quickly raising to shield your eyes from the bright neons that hang above you as you take in your surroundings. A subway car comes to a screeching halt in front you, and before you can protest Five is quickly ushering you inside.

“Five, where are we?” You demand, completely disoriented from having been transported away from the fight without warning and preoccupied with worry at the thought of your family fighting against the Cleanse without you both present. “Where are we going?”

“I’m taking you somewhere safe where you can stay until I figure out how to undo this mess,” he instructs you hastily, his lips pulling back into an exasperated frown at your resistance to enter the subway car. He doesn’t have time for you to fight him on this, his siblings need him, and he needs you away from the fight. Though you’re skilled at combat and wickedly smart, you don’t have powers, and Five can’t risk something happening to you while he’s preoccupied with saving the world.

“You’re leaving me?!” You exclaim in distress as panic immediately begins to take over your rational mind. You push against him harder to move away from the train, but despite all your efforts the boy doesn’t budge.

“It’s only temporary, I promise you,” he assures you, and when you shove him hard in the chest once more he tightly takes hold of your hands and brings them to his lips to comfort you. “I’ll take you somewhere nice, somewhere with a beautiful house and a garden full of strawberry bushes. I found it while exploring other timelines in search of clues on how to prevent the apocalypse, I know it’s safe because I went there alone. You can stay in the house until this is all over and I’ll come back for you.”

“Five, what if…” you swallow harshly as tears begin to well in your eyes, your emotions overtaking you at the thought of this being goodbye, “…what if you don’t come back?”

Five refuses to meet your gaze when the question leaves your lips. He’d never lie to you, and he knows he can’t guarantee he’ll live long enough to join you in the peaceful timeline he’d found, but he doesn’t have the heart to voice this to you. How can he look you in your tear filled eyes and tell you that this might be the last time you’ll be together as husband and wife?

Sighing, he releases your hands in exchange for cupping your face so that he may brush away the tears that slide down your warm cheeks. He hopes that one day you’ll be able to understand that every moment leading up to this has been for you, and he would happily die a hundred times over if it meant keeping you safe. “You’re just going to have to trust me.”

You open your mouth to argue only to snap it shut when your gaze falls over his shoulder and lands on another figure in the subway. You blink away your tears to get a better view and are left speechless when you realize you’re staring back at the face of your husband.

But how can that be when he’s standing right in front of you?

Noticing your change in demeanor, Five follows your gaze and spots the lookalike that stands across the way from you both. His features contort into confusion as you both watch the second Five offer you a wave in greeting before disappearing down the stairs. Exchanging looks of uncertainty, Five and yourself immediately rush after the doppelgänger to figure out just what exactly is going on.

Your quick chase leads you both to the front doors of a deli, the dazzling sign above welcoming you warmly as you cautiously open the doors and set foot into Max’s despite Five’s protests to wait. If this other Five has the answers you need to return home safely together, then you’ll stop at nothing to get them.

Your originally confident demeanor quickly dwindles when the restaurant becomes deathly silent upon your entry. While you only expected to see one Five, you now find about twenty of them staring intently at you as you slowly walk towards the lookalike from the subway that waves you over to his table. Five is quick to rush after you and place a protective arm around your waist; you’re not the only one unsettled by their stares, and he feels uncharacteristically territorial in the presence of himself.

“Have a seat,” the subway lookalike offers with a gesture towards the empty space across from him, and you’re both quick to slide into the cushions at his command. “I’m glad you found me.”

“What is this place?” Your husband demands impatiently as another Five dressed in a waiter’s uniform approaches your table with three cups of coffee in hand.

“This is where all the Fives come after they decide to give up on figuring out a way to stop the apocalypse.”

As he speaks, a plate of pie is suddenly placed in front of you, and before you can even open your mouth to question it, the waiter offers you wink and assures you, “It’s on the house.”

Picking up the fork, your eyes widen in surprise as you realize what specific dessert has been given to you. Looking up at the Five across from you, you ask, “How did he know that-“

“Pumpkin pie is your favorite?” The lookalike finishes for you with an amused smile before leaning back to take a drink of his coffee. “We all know that, because we all know you.”

“Me?” You repeat quietly, brows drawn together in confusion as you look to your husband who seems rather displeased with all of the attention you’re getting. He never once thought to think of himself as potential competition over you, but it figures. Who better than himself to sweep you off your feet?

“Mind telling me why you all seem to have such a great interest in my wife?” Five demands with a wry smile, eyes blazing with annoyance and a subtle hint of jealousy.

“‘Your’ wife?” The Five behind the deli counter scoffs in amusement. “Take a number, pal.”

“What deli Five means to say is that each and every one of us has our own y/n in our own perspective timelines,” the boy across from you clarifies before gesturing to the the back of the shop. Your eyes widen in shock as you take in all the various pictures of yourself that line the wall from top to bottom, and it takes you a moment to process the fact that various versions of you have existed throughout time unbeknownst to you.

“My y/n was a trained assassin,” the Five at the table next to you describes with a dreamy smile before biting into his sandwich.

“Mine was sent alongside Hazel and Cha Cha to kill me,” another voices while pulling down the collar of his shirt to showcase the ghastly scar on his chest. “She gave me this along with three beautiful kids before I screwed it all up with this end of the world bullshit.”

“If you all care so much about her then why did you give up trying to save the world?” Your husband protests in agitation. Your search for answers is going absolutely nowhere, and you’re both left with more questions than solutions. If these doppelgängers were really meant to be him from different timelines, then why did they quit so easily? His sole purpose, his entire being, was doing everything in his power to ensure the safety of his family. Come hell or high water, Five would always be willing to get his hands dirty if it meant you and his siblings lived to see another day. So why weren’t they doing the same? “Why come here instead of preventing the apocalypse so she has the chance to live a safe and happy life even if it means you can’t be in it?”

A forlorn silence fills the deli at his question, and now none of the Fives can find it in themselves to look at you. Their features are almost shameful, their eyes full of guilt and their shoulders full of tension as no one dares to answer.

“When us Fives find a way to save the world, y/n is the one that pays the price,” the boy across from you discloses somberly before tilting his head to meet your gaze. Looking at you is like looking at a ghost, and he has to stop himself from reaching out to you as if you are his own. “The Handler killed my y/n after discovering my betrayal of the Commission.”

Another Five raises a woeful hand before announcing, “Viktor killed my y/n on accident with his bow after he discovered his powers.”

“My wife took a bullet for me because she thought my life was worth more than her own.”

“Dad had y/n disposed of in my timeline because he saw her as a distraction to me and my siblings.”

“Cha Cha tracked us down, found our home, and burned it to the ground with y/n still in it while I was away trying to save the world.”

You swallow harshly and ignore the knots in your stomach at hearing all the violent ways in which other versions of you had met their end. Your heart aches at learning what these men have been through and how much they’ve lost, but it also makes you begin to wonder if your fate will be worse than any story they can come up with. Sensing your discomfort, Five wraps a comforting arm around your figure and pulls you closer into his side.

“No matter how many times I traveled back to make it right, the result was the same,” the boy across from you relents in a desolate tone. “If I couldn’t even keep the most important woman in my life safe then how could I expect myself to save the world?”

“I’m sorry for your loss,” you murmur softly, taking it upon yourself to reach across for his hand and offer your comfort. “I’m sorry for all of your losses. But as a y/n myself, I don’t think she would have wanted you to give up. She would have wanted you to keep going in spite of her death because that’s what she loved about you- your strength and your resilience when it comes to saving the people you care about.”

“God, you sound just like her,” he comments with a doleful laugh before shaking his head and pulling his hand away. “Believe me, I did everything I could. But no matter what we do, there’s no escaping the apocalypse.”

“So that’s it? There’s nothing we can do?” Five retorts in disbelief. This was all a complete waste of his time. He’s nowhere near close to preventing the Cleanse, and you’re still not somewhere safe away from the impending apocalypse.

“You can enjoy the time you have left with your y/n,” the lookalike instructs firmly, the other Fives in the deli nodding along. “You got lucky, you still have your wife, so why don’t you do us all a favor and take her somewhere nice?”

“I’m not giving up on this,” your husband argues before hastily rising from his seat in the booth. “There has to be a way to save the world, and I won’t stop until I figure it out myself.”

You watch him stalk out of the deli with purpose as he slams the door open and begins to formulate his next move. The room is silent other than the bell that jingles above the door, and you take this as your cue to leave.

“I should probably go after him,” you admit with a meek smile before scooting your way out of the booth. The Five from the subway rises to meet you, and he can’t help but to carefully cup your face in his hands and admire your features for just a moment. This might be the last time he’ll ever get to see you in person, and he’d like to commit every detail of you to memory from the reflection of the light in your eye to the smell of your perfume.

“If he ever gives you any trouble, you know where to find us,” he instructs you firmly before pressing a kiss to the crown of your head and releasing you from his hold. Smiling faintly, you return the gesture by chastely pressing your lips to his cheek before rushing off after your husband.

Who would have guessed that in every timeline, in every possible version of himself to exist, Five’s love for you knows no bounds.

[avocado-writing]

Omg i love your poly Deadpool and Wolverine fics !! I especially love that reader is totally a sunshine ! Could you do any fic with them and that trope ? 😍

vague sequel to this

Your bad day has been utterly forgotten. 

It’s not incredibly hard for them to cheer you up, Logan and Wade have learned. You’re so rarely sad that it’s hardly an issue anyway, but all they really need to do is redirect your energy into something else. A distraction to take your mind off of whatever’s gotten under your skin.  

There’s a little carnival that’s set up near the apartment. One of those ones which is constantly on the move, overcharges for everything, and is exactly the kind of place you love. So it was a no-brainer to take you there for the evening. 

Logan bought you a necklace made of hard candies, Wade took you on all the rollercoasters which were definitely not safe but you screamed with joy while riding. You’d insisted all three of you squeezed into a boat through the tunnel of love, and they’d come out the other side with your lipstick all over their faces, you smugly sandwiched between them. 

And through the evening you’ve been fucking jubilant. Your laughter rolls like thunder, but the kind which means a storm is going to clear out the oppressive atmosphere of a muggy day. A sweet, loud kind of laughter which peals from your very soul. Wade and Logan catch each other’s eye as you absolutely decimate a stick of neon blue cotton candy: they’ve done well. 

The three of you are preparing to go home when something catches your eye, slowing you to a stop as you stare. It’s a prize booth - the kind where you have to knock over a tower of tin cans to win. Hanging from the rafters are huge plushies of your favourite animal. 

“C’mon baby, you know these games are rigged,” Logan sighs, aware he’s marching into a losing battle. You lick the sugar off of your fingers and dump the wooden stick into a garbage bin, eyes wide in the fluorescent lights of the bumper cars nearby. 

“Aww… but they’re so cute…” you sigh, looking really disappointed. 

Well, neither of them are ones to let that happen, so Logan and Wade find themselves speaking in unison when they say: “I’ll win you one.”

They exchange a look and you grin. Oh. This has become a challenge, and both are too stubborn to back down. Together they step up to the counter, each slamming five dollars down and making the poor teenager manning the booth jump. 

“Uh, okay, you have two balls and need to knock the whole tower—”

The teen doesn’t even get a chance to finish their explanation before Logan has launched one of the pathetic beanbags at the cans with such force that it crumples a couple of them in half. They’re cleared off completely in one hit. The attendant can only gawp as he smugly points to one of the huge plushies which is dutifully fetched. You let out a little woop of joy as he passes it into your arms, giving Wade a look which says beat that. 

Wade hums, throwing the beanbag up and down in his hand, testing its weight. 

“Okay, well, not all of us are barbarians who need to use brute strength to compensate for our advanced age. It’s all about the finesse, pookie.”

Wade angles his throw so it bounces off the side wall, clearing all of the cans but one. Logan lets out a smug huff. Wade frowns. 

“Hey, look, is that Spiderman doing full-frontal nudity?” he says, pointing into the distance, distracting the teen with one hand while he whips out a knife with the other and skewers the can to the back of the booth. 

“Prize please!” he says when they turn back, turning pale at the sight of what’s been done to their game. They pass him another plushie from the roof with shaking hands, and Wade presents it to you with a flourish. 

“That was cheating,” Logan states as the three of you walk away.

“Uh, I cleared the cans, old man. No cheating about it.”

“You had a second ball to throw,” you point out, and Wade pauses. 

“Do you want the toy or not, sweetcheeks?”

And that is how you find yourself more stuffed animal than human, waddling out of the carnival with a huge smile and arms full of polyester. The whole thing is sort of ridiculous but, honestly, if you’re smiling? Logan and Wade can agree it’s totally worth it. 

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hi! Have you seen the new Mickey Mouse Rebrushed trailer??? Twitter is goin crazy over it and how it’s related to twst 😭 just wanted to hear your thoughts on it

I did spot quite a few parallels with TWST from the Rebrushed trailer! I'm not familiar with Epic Mickey at all, so I'll just be commenting on what I noticed right away. You'll have to excuse my limited knowledge.

Firstly!! This design of Mickey is the exact same as the one we see in TWST. Most noticeable is his white face, which is a fleshy peach color in most modern iterations.

Mickey is reading Alice in Wonderland’s sequel, Through the Looking Glass. Of course, Twisted Wonderland has Wonderland in its title, and even opens with an Alice in Wonderland inspired dorm. Yuu and Mickey also connect via their dreams and through the mirror shared in their rooms.

The theme of dreams is very present and upfront here; Mickey wakes up from sleeping and then creeps to his mirror, which appears to be a portal into another world. Hmm... dreams, mirrors, and traveling to other worlds, now what does that remind you of? You'll also notice that Mickey's room is the exact same as Yuu's room in Ramshackle, right down to the "inverted" room that appears when Mickey passes through the mirror. Everything up until this point is very similar to what is depicted in the 1936 short, Thru the Mirror.

Next, Mickey spies on a wizard carefully using a magic paintbrush over what seems to be a diorama of a bunch of buildings on a plot of land. When the wizard leaves, Mickey fiddles with the paintbrush, causes a mess, and calls forth some kind of black ink monster with green light coming from within it. This seems to be a very close parallel to Overblots, particularly since the most recent OB has a signature neon green color. If we really are to connect Epic Mickey to TWST, this scene also seems to allude that Yuu, Mickey, and/or the "wizard" have parts to play in bringing these Overblots to life. And who do we know that is a powerful wizard that is aware of the corrupting power of blot and runs a large chunk of land... say, a campus? Crowley. This goes hand-in-hand with the theory that Crowley is intentionally allowing these OBs to happen or is even puppeteering his students into OBing.

I find this visual in particular to be very ominous; again, we have the colors that match a certain OB dragon fae but also the map itself reminds me of Twisted Wonderland's and the eerie visual of Malleus's thorns digging into Sage's Island and aiming to go way beyond it.

Anyway, the ink monster is temporarily contained while Mickey returns to his own world. We then get a montage of various Mickey media passing by, as well as a lot of imagery that would imply the passage of time (clocks, the date on the calendar changing, etc.). So... what? Is that implying not only parallel worlds, but also a time skip? Or maybe a time... loop? Like time loop theory???

The ink monster somehow eventually escapes and makes it to Mickey's world, with the blot dripping from the ceiling waking Mickey up from his sleep. It drags Mickey away into a hole drenched in ink. Kind of foreboding when you realize Yuu has also had prophetic dreams... Not of OBs, but of the events leading up to them. And being dragged away into an inky... opening? Like an... abyss? Like book 7, Ruler of the ABYSS?

That's how the trailer concludes!! Gotta say, there's definitely a lot of shared elements between this and TWST. If I recall correctly, Epic Mickey was a game that existed on the Wii waaay before TWST. It even has largely the same cinematic trailer (just with older graphics), so to me it feels like TWST probably took inspiration from Epic Mickey rather than the other way around. There are definitely too many parallels for it to be a coincidence. If that's the case, then we can probably pull some hints for what awaits us in the rest of book 7 from these cinematics. (This is a video comparing the two side-by-side if you think that might be of use!)

[beansprean]

Every Night's Like an Open Frame

A lil sequel to “Waiting on Mr. Right” ;)

Series also on AO3!

(ID in alt and under cut)

ID: 1a. Aerial shot of a parking lot with one car and a single story building with a temporary sign strapped onto it that says ‘open all night’. A permanent sign on a pole out front says 'Arden Heights Dark Bowl' in purple LEDs, several letters burnt out. A speech bubble pops out of the building that says, 'Guillermo!' 1b. Inside, a medium shot of Nandor and Guillermo facing each other in profile, bowling lanes with LED striping in the background. A monitor is hung above them listing their scores up to the sixth frame, showing Nandor at 46 and Guillermo at 52 with two additional strikes in the last two frames. A little cartoon bowling pin appears on screen, saying 'strike!' The entire room is lit with neon green, purple, and red lights. Nandor sweeps his arm toward the scoreboard angrily and shouts, 'Why did you not tell me you were such a skilled bowler?!' Guillermo tosses his arms out and snaps back, 'Because that’s the first question you’ve asked me all night! You’ve only been talking about yourself!' 1c. Shot of Guillermo over Nandor’s shoulder, showing only one other occupied lane a ways behind him. Nandor throws his arms up, fingers curling in a strangling motion, and replies, 'You said asking questions was a first date activity! This is our second!' Guillermo slumps with a tired frown, pointing out, 'Only technically! The getting-to-know-eachother part is continuous, Nandor. You’re not getting to know me at all.' 1d. Reverse shot of Nandor, who crosses his arms and huffily asks, 'Oh, so you are not interested in hearing about my large penis and great vampiric powers?' 1e. Reverse shot of Guillermo, who purses his lips together and glares back, cheeks flushed. 1f. Repeat. Guillermo mumbles through gritted teeth, '…Not the point.' 1g. Medium shot of them both in profile. Nandor leans forward with a triumphant smile, poking his finger at Guillermo’s face, and crows, 'Aha! See? I am providing the necessary information to ensure you will agree to future dates!' Guillermo leans back away from his pointing finger, pouting in embarrassment and glaring to the side. He mumbles back, 'Shouldn’t I get to do that, too?' 1h. Shot from behind Nandor as he whips around to face the viewer, back to Guillermo, a triumphant grin still wide on his face. He says, 'No need!' Guillermo peers suspiciously at him from the background. 1i. Close up of Nandor’s hand as he sinks his fingers into a red 16-pound bowling ball on the return rack, Guillermo visible behind him clutching his own arm and looking mildly confused. Nandor continues, 'I have already decided how I feel about you.' 1j. Close up of Nandor in profile on a bubbly pink background as he holds up the ball in front of his face to inspect it with a serious expression. He says, 'I cannot imagine anything you could say that would make me want you more.' Close up of Guillermo staring at him, eyes wide and sparkling, cheeks flushed, as Nandor continues, 'Or anything that would keep me away.' 1k. Wide shot, bust of Guillermo small in the center, blushing and looking frustrated with himself as he thinks, 'Why is this working for me?' The background is full of dancing red flags. Offscreen, Nandor continues, 'But very well.' 1l. Shot over Guillermo’s shoulder as Nandor turns to face him with a grin, one hand on his hip and the other holding up a peace sign with the bowling ball held up on his fingers. He says, “Whomever hits the most little white men-“ Guillermo interrupts, correcting, 'Pins.' Nandor continues, '-on the next turn will have to answer a personal question.' 1m. Full body shot from the lane as Nandor turns toward it and dips to roll the ball with a confident smile and decent form. His bowling shoes do not match his outfit. Guillermo stands behind him in equally ugly shoes, watching.

2a. Close up of the bowling pins as Nandor's ball flies down the lane, knocking down some but not all. 2b. Close up at the scoreboard showing Nandor's score of 4 in frame 7. There are more bowling sounds from offscreen. 2c. Repeat, Nandor's score updates to show a spare as he knocks down the rest of the pins. A cartoon pin appears on screen with a wink and a thumbs up, announcing, 'Spare!' Offscreen, Nandor crows 'Ha!' 2c. Close up of Nandor looking very smug as he turns toward Guillermo and sweeps his arm toward the ball return behind him. He says, 'You're up, Guillermo.' 2d. Medium shot of Guillermo as he takes a green ball and readies it in his hands, squinting back at Nandor who stands behind him. Nandor is still holding his arm out and smiling, though the smugness has faded some in favor of affection as a little pink heart floats around his head. 2e. Close up on Guillermo in profile as he turns himself toward the bowling lane, bringing the ball up to balance in front of his face. His furrowed brow and the neon lightning strike in the background enhance his intense focus. 2f. Full body from below as Guillermo steps forward and takes his shot, form perfect and eyes forward. 2g. Shot of the lane from above as Guillermo's ball immediately veers sharply right and sinks into the gutter. 2h. Further shot of the ball rolling in the gutter down towards the pins. 2i. Close up of the ball falling off the end of the lane with a plunk, leaving all pins untouched. 2j. Close up of Guillermo looking calm and unsurprised, brows raised unconcernedly as the animated pin presses it's gloves hands to its face in shock and shouts 'Uh-oh! Gutterball!' Behind him, Nandor is a picture of shock, arms flying out beside him, eyes bugging, mouth dropped open. He shrieks, 'Wha- Guillermo!'

3a. Medium shot of Guillermo as he turns his back on the bowling lane to face Nandor, one hand on his hip and one eyebrow raised. Offscreen, Nandor stutters, 'That's not- You weren't supposed to-' Slightly pink in the face despite his confident veneer, Guillermo interrupts and asks, 'Now you have to answer a personal question, right?' 3b. Reverse shot of Nandor on a purplish pink background filled with question marks. Nandor frowns and tilts his head, baffled, but replies 'I- I suppose, but-' Guillermo interrupts from offscreen again and says 'Great.' 3c. Wide shot of them both in profile, the bowling alley stretching out behind them. Guillermo steps closer, still holding his confident and unbothered expression, and asks 'Do you wanna go make out in the parking lot?' Nandor's eyes bug out in shock, cheeks flushing purple. 3d. Repeat. Nandor rushes forward to take both of Guillermo's hands in his own and hold them up between them, leaning close and staring with a sweaty and flustered intensity. He replies, 'I was wrong. I am wanting you even more now. Tell me everything about you while we are doing the making out.' Guillermo's face breaks into a silly grin, amused but not uncharmed by this response. 3e. Exterior shot of the bowling alley from above, Guillermo now leaning against the building with Nandor pressed against him as they make out. Guillermo's right arm is around Nandor's waist and his left hand is pressed to the wall above by Nandor's. Dialogue drifts down the screen as they canoodle. Guillermo: 'Mmm, but I never went to art school or anything, it's just a hobby.' Nandor: 'I would love to see your work... Would you draw me, too?' Guillermo: 'Maybe...if you'd pose for me.' Nandor: 'However you want, Guillermo... Oh! You can roll your tongue? So can I!' Guillermo: 'Hahaha!' Nandor: 'You are full of surprises...' Guillermo: 'You have no idea...' The neon sign above them takes up most of the panel; more letters are now burnt out to spell 'The End.' /end ID

[1lenii]

The Ride⚠️

E!42!miles x F!reader

Who doesn’t love a good Miles fic (@everyothermileswriter love ya)

Ntm to say on this one tbh, except that this was my experience learning, when I was with my bsf😭

No warnings ⚠️ that I know off—

Anywys enjoy lovlies⭐️

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“Diablo mami..!” Miles groaned

(Y/N) was shaking from the adrenaline, sweat beads forming on both of their foreheads

(Y/N) speeds up the pace

“Ma, I’m gonna—“

(Y/N) slows down her pace on the motorcycle, ultimately coming to a stop in front of a connivence store

Miles quickly gets off, knees buckling as he kiss the ground in front of him, almost of the verge of throwing up from the dizziness

“Don’t exaggerate babe, I wasn’t THAT bad” (Y/N) says through the helmet, waving him off dismissively

“Tú seguiste, en una luz roja.” He deadpanned, still on the floor (you ran a red light)

Sighing, (Y/N) gets off the motorcycle taking the key out of the ignition

(Y/N) clicks a button on the helmet now being able to see the neon world that is New York

Taking a few steps to her lover, offering a hand to to Miles in invitation to get to which he takes

“I mean YOU did teach me, didn’t you?”

“Oka? But that’s me. I can’t have my pretty girl doing delinquent shit” Miles says rubbing his thumb over the still intertwined hands below

“Hypocrite” (Y/N) mumbles softly letting go, going ahead into the store.

Miles light feet tracing behind her<3

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⚠️⚠️Should I make a part 2/sequel to miles teaching her how to maneuver such a heavy vehicle🧍🏽‍♀️🧍🏽‍♀️

BTWWWW This was never meant to b sexual, dirty minds smh :p

[monsters-conquer-the-world]

OOZEPUNK

WHAT IS OOZEPUNK?

Oozepunk is the term I'm coining for the microgenre of urban heroic sci-fi horror-fantasy that first exploded in the mid-80s with movies, shows, and comics like Ghostbusters, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, The Toxic Avenger, Who Framed Roger Rabbit, Hellboy, Street Sharks, and others. Lots of natural crossover with Biopunk and Cyberpunk, aesthetically and philosophically.

Your childhood trauma didn't let you forget Roger Rabbit heavily featured colorful nightmare slime, did it?

A ragtag gang of weirdos (often horribly mutated--more on that soon) band together to save a city that doesn't understand them. Grimy sewers, abandoned buildings and graffiti'd brick walls are lit up by neon lights, streams of mysterious, glowing goo and/or the unearthly lights of futuristic particle weapons--ideally all of the above!

Beyond the "cracked concrete and gutters full of liquid plutonium" aesthetic, Oozepunk prankishly asks "What if catastrophic aberrations of science, particularly DUMPING TOXIC FUCKING WASTE STRAIGHT INTO THE ENVIRONMENT created fucked-up monsters... but they're HEROIC fucked-up monsters!" These catastrophic aberrations of science grant the heroes incredible powers, but COST them their place in human society. (Ghostbusters and Roger Rabbit eschew character mutation in favor of discovering that the undead and olde tymey cartoons are real [and exploitable!], respectively. 'Busters and 'Toon sympathizers alike are treated like insane idiots and/or frauds in their respective universes.)

Oozepunk heroes are challenged not only by strange supernatural beings, but by human society itself. The Ghostbusters battle with local politicians as much as they do the undead. In the recent (and delightful) TMNT: Mutant Mayhem, Splinter warns the Turtles of humans and their obsession with "milking" mutants for their blood--on top of the villainous mutants they're trying to thwart!

Crank up the creep factor in Oozepunk and you get awesome anti-establishment goo-horror like 1988's The Blob, The Stuff, Street Trash, and probably a bunch more. Toxic Avenger is a batshit crazy splatter-comedy (i.e. classic Troma)... and still garnered sequels, a kid's cartoon and toyline!

And there's a Shredder's Revenge-style Crusaders beat-em-up coming out next year??

This looks dope as shit

Ghostbusters and TMNT are the only current, "evergreen" (or radioactive green!) Oozepunk franchises I can think of off the top of my head, but Oozepunk elements are buried in almost all of the stories and settings I love the most. Heroic kaiju like King Kong, Godzilla and Gamera paved the way for our freaky friends, but so did comics characters like Fantastic Four's Ben "The Thing" Grimm, The Hulk and Swamp Thing. Hell, I think I blame SESAME STREET of all things for starting me down the Oozepunk path.

Surprise! I've loved screaming trash monsters with secret hearts of gold since I was a fucking baby, and they've ALWAYS been there for me!

But it's not just Oscar, Sesame Street as a whole is a proto-Oozepunk utopia, years before the big Ooze-splosion of the 80s. Muppets, monsters, talking animals and chill humans all live and work together to scrape by with a little dignity in a gritty-but-wholesome urban world!

Sesame Street, a decades-long reminder that educational childrens' programming can and SHOULD be cool as hell looking and loaded with all kinds of friendly mutant freakuloids.

OOZEPUNK! Whaddya think?

[youjustwaitsunshine]

Seb helmets: the long awaited sequel

Mugello 2020:

Not on Seb's website, but still on ferraris instagram, Seb had this helmet to celebrate Ferraris 1000th gp. (in the same week, he announced his move to aston martin)

Turkish GP 2021

a beautiful sea creature design to remind us to save our oceans. i personally really love the turtles

Singapore GP 2022

gorgeous neon rainbow on super light absorbent black design. now it can be said with finality (as of yet): jens munser and sebastian vettel never missed when it was about helmets in singapore. i have a keychain of this helmet so I'm especially fond of it.

British GP 2022

ngl i cried a bit just from pulling those pictures up again. he is so loved. i love how even though we know barely anything about sebs family, this helmet shows so much personality from his kids and hanna. this is the most gorgeous helmet of them all. however, shoutout to the subtle nigel mansell design hed have driven with if his family hadn't made a secret birthday helmet for him.

Abu Dhabi 2022

I'm so so proud to be a fan of a driver who loves his fans. The few times I've met Seb, he's always taken his time - often more than allotted - to greet as many people as he could, pose for pictures sign things etc. He feels very genuine in showing his appreciation for his fans and so I think this helmet is a beautiful monument to the love people have for him. He is deeply beloved and in turn, he loves his fans and has shown this from his retirement message that was so much more personal than a press release, over the time between the announcement to his last race and beyond. This helmet is a testament to the way we love Seb and the way he loves us back.

USGP 2022

Peace and Love baby! this gorgeous woodstock inspired piece is incredibly gaudy and glittery and very unapologetically so. i love it deeply but opinions were very split on it

Japan 2022

a very cleverly done thank you to helmet provider arai. who doesn't love opening packages? especially one as beautiful as this one! it's a bit sad to not have the little ninja mascot on the helmet for sebs last f1 race in japan, however, with his 2022 helmet designs being so beautiful and elevated, he outgrew it a bit. important side note about japan 2022 here is sebs battle to the line with fernando alonso.

Hungary 2021

Let us remember this GP for the joy it brought and not the desperation that followed. Seb came, saw and served cunt in his rainbow sneakers, rainbow shirt, rainbow mask and rainbow helmet. He drove to the podium and nothing bad or terrible happened after.

Brazil 2022

the intertwined bars of the german and then, further up, the climate change flag (and the brazilian one on top) are reminiscent of the 2018 german gp helmet!

Austria 2022

The iconic bee helmet! I actually have a few pics of this one from the Austrian GP that i took myself. Even though that GP specifically sucked so hard it made Seb sway towards retiring, the helmet is beautiful and iconic.

Honourable Mentions:

- Miami 2022: the snorkel helmet! first GP underwater, also premiering sebs GIGANTICALLY OVERSIZED climate change t shirt also found in his shoo

- Canada 2022: Canadas Climate Crimes/ stop mining tar sands. this one made a politician on twitter sooooo angry. it lost her rant a bit of credibility that she directly profited from the tar sand mining.

- LGBTQ+ CLEAN OUR OCEANS (Abu Dhabi 2021): the world's to do list. i mostly have to laugh at the unlucky placement of the lgbtq+ and the clean our oceans phrase. why are the cishets exempt from cleaning our oceans? questionable.

- Race4Women: Saudi Arabia 2021. a return of the beautiful day-glow paint.

almost all of sebs helmets are either on the sebsite or deep in jens munsers archives (difficult but not impossible to find)

Seb helmet masterpost

[chiaraanatra]

Falling Like This

Request: Hey love! I was listening to “Sure Be Cool If You Did” by Blake Shelton and immediately thought of sending you a request! Could you write something based on this?! 😘 - @callsign-viper

Summary: After everything that happened (reuniting with you, watching you break up with your boyfriend, and training at Top Gun), Jake decides to go after what he wants. Or the one where Jake falls madly in love with you all over again.

Warnings: alcohol mentioned, a little grab ass, kissing, fluff out the ass, nicknames (Stinger, Honeybee, pretty girl, darlin'), pilot!reader.

Word Count: 1k

AN: Well it took almost a year and I apologize for that! At first, I thought this would be a prequel to Break Up in a Small Town but it turned into a sequel. I think this is a more loose interpretation of the song but I'm happy with how it turned out. Thank you so much @callsign-viper for these requests I had so much fun with them. 💜

For parts 1 & 2 of this accidental series: pt 1: Cop Car || pt 2: Break up in a Small Town

《 m.list || ao3 》

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin POV

God, you were beautiful. You were always beautiful, but there was something about the way your outfit hung on your frame perfectly and how the neon lights from the bar signs made you glow. If looks could kill, Hangman would have been a dead man.

He had told himself that he was going to take things slow, have a drink or two, and get reacquainted after a few years of not seeing each other. Not long ago he had a front-row seat to your decently shitty breakup and you were both going through the stresses of Top Gun training.

But here you both were, sitting at a high-top table across from one another. One drink turned into a few, one hour turned into several, and Penny had just shouted last call.

Have we really been sitting here all night?

He watched as you dragged your finger along the rim of your empty glass, “Pretty sure Penny’s gonna kick us out soon.”

"Yeah." His next words came before he could stop himself, "Is it wrong to say I don’t want this night to end just yet?" He wanted to blame his boldness on the alcohol, but the last drink order was an hour ago and you were both pretty sober.

Thankfully you appeared to be feeling just as bold, “Who said it has to?” It had been a little bit since you broke up with Tom. You and Jake had been spending more and more time together and everything felt like it was falling into place.

A signature grin was plastered on his face, "Whatcha have in mind, Honeybee?"

A smile made its way onto your lips at the nickname. He loved the way the name fell from his lips and seeing your reactions. You had always been his Honeybee. It had started as a joke, a play on the callsign given to you at the academy. Stinger: precise and direct, making a "beeline" to the point regardless of the sting. But Jake had known you since high school and you were still the girl that he could easily embarrass, melting like sweet honey in his hands.

Your eyes darted to the picturesque view of the beach contained within the Hard Deck's back window. "Up for a little walk on the beach?" He could hear a slight bit of apprehension in your voice.

Without a word he stood up, holding out his hand to lead you towards the exit. On the way, he placed cash on the bar for Penny. You stopped at his truck leaving your shoes behind and he watched as you made a beeline for the beach.

Jake took a moment to just watch you, how the moonlight danced across your skin. After a minute, he couldn't stand that he wasn't closer, couldn’t stand that he wasn’t touching you, holding you, kissing you.

He snuck up behind you, arms finding their way around your waist. He picked you up effortlessly and spun you around. You both couldn't help but laugh before he set you down. His hands made their way to your cheeks, taking in every detail of your face. Jake could swear your eyes sparkled when you looked at him.

Before he got a chance to ask, your lips were on his, arms snaking around his neck pulling him closer. Your lips were soft and warm, sweet like honey. His tongue dragged along your bottom lip as if to ask for permission. Without hesitation, your mouth opened, and your tongues danced with one another. Jake all but wanted to devour you in that very moment.

With bated breath he backed away slightly, wanting to share the thoughts swimming in his mind. "I wish I never let you go… We could have made the distance work…"

You ran your fingers gently through his golden locks, interrupting his spiral, "Hush. What matters is that we're here now. Together." Your touch and words put him at ease while simultaneously creating a fire within him.

Without a word he lifted you up, one arm caressing your lower back, the other supporting your legs. You gave him a questioning look. "Jake..?" His only reply to your inquiry was a devilish smile, quickly making his way into the water. "Seresin!" Now the two of you were completely soaked and laughing like fools.

"Common darlin'," his Texas accent was more prominent, "a little water never hurt anyone." he switched his hold on you, wrapping your legs around his waist. His next statement came from nowhere, but he just couldn't help himself, "What if I just dropped you right now?"

“Jake… You wouldn't dar-" Jake didn't let you finish, releasing you from his grasp. He watched as you fell into the crystal blue ocean, knowing that you would have done the same to him if you were in his position.

He wasn't wrong, so it was surprising that he didn't anticipate your next move. You came up from behind, jumping on top of him which effectively caused him to fall into the water himself. When he got his footing back, a splash of water hit his face. The sounds of your laughter and crashing waves were like music to his ears.

He pushed back his wet hair before holding his hands up in the air. "Truce?"

You moved in closer before wrapping your arms around him, "Truce."

One hand moved into your hair while the other found purchase on your ass. The warm Pacific waters enveloped you both as your bodies melted into one another. Jake pulled you in for another searing kiss, this one more frantic than the last, all tongues, teeth, and hands. If he had it his way, this is how the two of you would spend the rest of your lives, heated kisses and close bodies.

Jake pulled back, taking in your dazed look and the want in your eyes. He pressed his lips to the top of your head before whispering, "How about I get you home, pretty girl?"

"Only if you promise to stay." When you looked up at him, Jake swore that you would be the eventual death of him, a death he would gladly welcome with open arms.

"I think we can make that happen."

As always, feedback, likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!

Taglist: @callsign-viper @luckyladycreator2 @saturnsbabe69 @desert-fern @pono-pura-vida @djs8891 @dempy

𝑊𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑏𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑑? 𝐿𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 💜

[thebibliosphere]

real talk, I feel like people would have taken more notice of Gotham Knights if they dropped the open world or had completely different aesthetic. Like imagine if this had the BIFFs and POWs of the Adam West show, or looked like a comic book a la Hi Fi Rush and Freedom Force. Because combined with the confusing marketing it really did just come off as a sequel to Arkham Knight storyline and aesthetic.

Yeah, I feel like marketing really screwed this game over.

And while I really do like the world -- it's got such a neon-noir art deco revival vibe to it -- they really did lean too much into "it's another Arkham game... come... come play another Arkham game" when that was not the vibe of what they were creating.

Side note: one of my favorite mods replaces the Batcycle song with the Adam West theme song 😂

TW: for motion blur effects and some neon flashing lights.

[sadhours]

Retired fics

billy hargrove x oc: simmer down: Gina has it easy being Tommy’s little sister. A spot with the cool crowd. Invites to all the parties. Everything she could ever want. But it seems to be more a burden when the new guy from California shows up and becomes best friends with her brother. At least she has Steve, or does she? one * two * three * four billy hargrove x steve harrington x ocs: just the two (ok maybe four) of us: Steve can’t stand his girlfriend’s best friend’s boyfriend. He also wants him to raw dog him. Co-author: @buckysgrace one * two * three * four * five * six

billy hargrove x f!reader:

series:

bully (completed): one * two * three

penance (sequel to bully): one neon lights (on hiatus): one * two * three * four * five wicked sensation(on hiatus)

oneshots:

voices carry * two boyfriends * no control * reading for pleasure * see you again * heatwave

billy requests + ao3 link

harringrove:

series:

downbad: As Steve’s looking back to the screen to close it out, the guy turns his body a bit and Steve’s eyes fall onto a familiar tattoo on the guys bicep. Oh, fuck. No. No. Absolutely not. It can’t be… can it? He quickly exits the browser and slams his laptop shut. There’s no way he just watched his roommate jerk off. Oh, god, Steve liked it too. How is he gonna look him in the eye now? sick, sick, sick: Billy does what he needs to make ends meet. He resents his boyfriend for not doing more and generally being a lovesick idiot. But when Billy gets an idea about how to change their lives, he goes a little overboard. And well, Steve will do anything for Billy, right?

oneshots:

locker room fun * late night phone calls * regulars * coffee * broken up * gay fight club

[alien-magnolia]

Rut with Jake Sully🖤

Fic description: Can be read as a sequel to My Heat’s Here. 18+ minors DNI. Heat/rut omegaverse, breeding kink, predator/prey kink, dom!Jake sully, fem!sub!reader, corruption/innocence, bit of misogyny (degrading!kink)

subby!fem!navi reader loves domestic life with dom!Jake as her mate. Having just recently mated before Eywa, she experiences her mate’s rut, helping him through it as best as she can.

If you like this post, pls help a writer out and reblog 🖤

The Pandoran sky shone with hues of purple, neon green and light blue. It was sunset, and you had just gotten back from a day spent by the waterfalls in the Hallelujah Mountains.

It was a beautiful end to the day, and you collected some flowers out in the forest! You could not wait to show your mate. The clan had always said that you were complete opposites — yet that was always working out good for you. You knew that he would love to see your flowers, he always indulged in you when nobody did.

Your Jake was a fierce warrior, rugged exterior, intimidating and demanding…so many Na’vi feared him at times. He wasn’t like that with you. You were his mate, and he treated you so, so gently, sometimes to the level of patronizing you. You were just, well, not that smart at times.

That was okay! Because you had your mighty warrior, Toruk Makto, to love you and guide you <3

You couldn’t wait to show him what you found in the forest. You even brought home a lily pad.

You happily skipped along the log bridge over this one mountain, the sun was now fully gone from the sky, and the bright Pandoran moon illuminated your bioluminescent freckles, scattering across your body.

Soon enough, you were nearing the entrance of your shared hut. The tiny pink petals were clamped in your hands, you even put one in your hair - all to show your mate!!

You enter the hut. He is not there. You are confused, until the scent hits you. Musky, earthy. His pheromones. His rut.

1 mile outside hometree -

“Babygirl. Where are you!! Fuck…”” Jake growls, using his nose to the best of his ability to sniff you out. He’s been trailing your scent. His rut had arrived this morning — shortly after you left, he woke up with morning wood. His cock, big, angry, red. Anytime he would have a bit of release (which only took him a few seconds, he would grab some of your woven cloths and smell them) his cock would be hard again in a few minutes. Constantly hard, paired with some soft and sensitive swollen balls <3 he was just itching to get you alone.

He did not go on the hunt today, even though he told you that he would. He did not want to anger other Na’vi men. His pheromones were strong. Additionally, his scent would attract unwanted attention from the clan’s women — bother them.

Not everyone got tha chance to ride The Toruk Macto. Only his sweetie, his baby girl did. Yet he currently had no idea where she was. This was a problem.

Jake was protective of you, as per usual. You were never to go out into the forest at night, never to go to a clan meeting by yourself. Yet during his rut, this was amplified. He needed you — this instant.

He was starting to panic. It was now the middle of the night, he could not find you anywhere. A Thanator could have found you.

The sweetness of your smell suddenly hit him in the face. He was about a few minutes away from you, and he could smell you at his distance. He stalks you, your scent enticing him toward you like a piece of sharp twine, reeling him in. There you were, shivering beside a bush. You smelled divine. Your heat. His mind was racing. All he wanted to do was to creep up on you, pin you to the grass, you were his scared, little bunny. You needed his help.

Luckily he wasn’t so far gone, and he did think logically. He slowly approached you instead, with his hands up. You picked up on his scent immediately. Your terrified eyes look up at him, through the bond he knew that you were waiting for him, for a while.

“Ma Jake. My Munxtatan, help. Please, need you…,” you wail, some sobs breaking through your voice. “Shh. Shh, S’okay. Mawey, my love,” he crouched down beside you, his large hands grasping at your body, calming you for a bit. Still, there was an ache within you, you needed it to be tamed. Your scent became stronger. Jake was gone.

Jake’s voice becomes more intense. “You’re burning up, came out here all by yourself, without me?? What were you thinking, huh? Jesus. Irresponsible,” he almost yells, his ears slanted, tails erratic. You were absolutely terrified, and some tears began to fall from your eyes. “Ma Jake, please…,” you beg, not sure what you were even begging for.

“Yeah, yeah. I know what you want. Every man needs to tame his bitch, huh? Out here crouching in the woods, like a helpless lil’ bunny. God damn,” he grunts, as more tears fall from your eyes. He was in rut, he was so dominant, so stern with you, and yet you knew that in a few seconds you were going to get demolished by him.

His large hands knead at the dough of your hips. You whimper as he effortlessly flips you over onto your back, his fingers digging into your hip bones as he angles your ass up, and pushes your legs apart with his knee. “There you go, bunny. Stay just like that, kid.” You nod submissively, as you feel his large back press down on your small, arched one.

“Tsaheylu??,” you whisper, hoping that Jake would still fulfill your need to be calmed, emotionally. He growls for a second, fuck — he loved seeing you like this, all putty, caged in his strong arms.

He nods, he could not find the words to reassure you, his queue connects to yours, as the both of your eyes dilate. Only then he feels how scared you are of him. He knew his state of rut would scare you, sending you into heat, a few weeks early. Here he was.

“S’okay, bunny. Just gonna use you for a bit. Stay still,” his voice speaks up again, still deep, overbearing, yet a bit softer now. Nodding, you focus on his body close to yours, caging you in. You feel his thick fingers massage your puffy lips, your sweet slick coating his fingers, making him moan, softly.

You felt his intense hunger for you through the bond. He saw your empty walls clamping around nothing, he felt your desire to be full of him, for the rest of the night!!

His long, thick, fingers curl in and out of you, immediately reaching towards that sweet, spongy spot, deep inside.

Your walls clenched around him tightly, sucking his fingers in, more and more. He growled at you, a warning to loosen up. You obeyed, and his fingers kept pumping into you, a ruthless pace. You feel the full weight of his body push down on you, bringing your cheek to the ground. A hand on your neck, another hand tightly controlling your hips, holding you in place. You feel his fangs graze your shoulders, biting in.

“Ma Jake, ma Jake, ahh…,” you scream, you were experiencing intense pleasure right now. His fingers suddenly slid out of you, his lips trailing over your neck, your ear, as an attempt to calm down your whines and whimpers. “Gonna, gonna, fuck, give you my cock now, ma yuey. Mawey.”

You were still reeling from the loss of his fingers in you, that you almost did not notice that he was lining up his swollen cockhead onto your lips. You feel it, it is warm, wet, leaking!! You wish you could have seen it from the position you were in as of now.

You felt him slide into you, too fast for your liking. He bottomed out quickly, you felt him pulse inside you!! It was only a matter of minutes until he was drilling into you, his balls slapping your sensitive mound. Your soft tits were bouncing, nipples erected due to the cold air of the forest. You had double vision, your chest heaving as his hands came around up front to grab at your softness. Your hearing zeroes in on the sound of your hips against his, his growls and groans, those veins in his arms flexing as he holds you close to him.

The both of you finished, coming back to your senses. His knot grew inside you, anchoring his cock to your still aching, pulsing walls. The both of you looked at each other wearily, the night was still young, and in this state, there was no point in returning to the village.

“You okay, babygirl?,” he asks, tone now gentle, as if to not spook you. His fingers come up to wipe a few of the remaining tears from your eyes, as you lay your head on his chest. Not before giving him a sweet, long, kiss. “Feel a bit better now, ma Jake. Want you in me forever,” you softly murmur back.

“Want me to fill you up, huh, girl? Don’t worry, there will be time for that. We might end up with a kid, though. Y’sure about this?,” he worries. You think for a moment, taking advantage of the clarity of mind that both of you have at the moment.

“Yes, ma Jake. Let’s have one. We are mates, after all. It’s our biological purpose,” you chuckle. Jake hums in agreement, rubbing your back to soothe you as the both of you lay on the swaying, forest floor.

You would spend days with him in that forest during your heat, during his rut. It was very rare for both of your cycles to align. You felt that Eywa has finally blessed you, to be able to get bred by him, impregnated, to carry HIS child. His child, the whole village would know that you were HIS. You were giddy at the thought.

Jake heard your thoughts through tsaheylu, a deep chuckle emitting from him. “Want to be bred, huh kid? Your big, strong, mate will do plenty of that.”

You just couldn't wait!!

Avatar taglist: @23victoria @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed @jake-sullys-whore @aerangi @brioffthegrid

[ghostalservice]

Tagged by @thetardigrape to share my most recent 10 opening lines!! THANKS TARDI YOU'RE MY FAVORITE DOPPELGANGER!! All OFMD, all Ed/Stede.

the curse of iphigenia (is an easily distracted god of the sea) (8.5k, E, seagod!Ed/Mer!Stede): Ed’s walking on the beach when he sees him.

The First Wave (10k, E, Mer!Stede/Selkie!Ed): Ed doesn’t want to go to the conference.

Punxsatawny Perfect (2k, T, modern AU): So Ed’s had a pretty fucking wild life—more than thirty years at sea, rising up through the ranks, winning and losing every kind of fight the ocean had to offer and coming out on top more often than not.

Splish-Splosh (2.4k, E, Mer!Stede/Selkie!Ed): When Ed opens the door to their house, he can already smell the steam from the bath.

the taste of marmalade (2.4k, T, immediately post-canon): The Revenge is still anchored off the coast in the morning when Stede finally wakes and pokes his head out of the little tent-nest they’ve constructed.

It Came from Outer Space! (10k, E, alien!Ed/UFO hunter!Stede): By the time Stede sees Frenchie’s message, he’s already on the road.

No Returns, No Exchanges (12k, E, cursed sex toy dick!Ed/awkward shopper!Stede, group collab): Lucius disappears before the shop door has fully swung shut behind them, giving Stede an awkward pat on the shoulder and a grimace of a smile.

when one door closes (2.4k, T, solar salesman!Stede/celebrity!Ed): The knock is somehow bright and cheerful, a quick three raps of knuckles against Ed’s door, and Ed groans into the back of the couch where his face has been pressed all night.

A Languid Summer (5k, E, Tree!Ed - a PWP sequel to A Latent Spring. Collab with @swashbuckling-sweethearts, and I think she wrote this line actually!): The light is fading fast—Stede can see bright neon pinks and magentas in the clouds above the city and it's turning the air almost violet purple between the dark silhouettes of the buildings.

the sweetest dream will never do (2.6k, E, Animorphs AU PWP sequel written with @petrichorca and based on @theogem's glorious comic): Ed wakes up slowly, not sure what’s pulled him from a really solid sleep.

Tagging @morethanslightly, @zombee, @xoxoemynn, @adhduck, @gaypiratebrainrot, @bizarrelittlemew, @bomberqueen17!

[emmetofthestars]

ok lets see how far i can go. im gonna startt. kim just gonna start.

fair warning this will either seem like incoherent rambling because my thoughts are hard to formulate or just me wanting to be rude about the sequels past we love katamari despite never playing them (i wrote this line after i finished the whole post)

anyways im about to list alot of king's outfits over the games and then rate them on 1) whether i like them personally (partly removed from context), and 2) whether i think they actually fit king. im doing this for absolutely no fucking reason and honestly im scared ill be very wrong or biased but im mnot being paid to do this for gods sakes im writign a tumblr post. i wont get cancelled for getting king incorrect. anyways

katamari damacy

(im probably going to switch between using game screenshots and transparent images)

1#: yeah i like it. he looks stupid and i like it. the cape and whatever the collar is called, in combo with the chain and gold accessories looks so silly. he doesnt look like a king besides the crown. he looks like he wants to be cool but doesnt know what that means but he knows nobody will question it cuz hes the king after all.

headdress: perfectly over-loaded. you have way too much going on. you dont need those blinking lights. and you really dont need those patterns and colors. can i try it on

2#: well its hard to say since this is the first one. and of course the first one fits him cuz. its the first one. but i think it gets his impression off very well. its a prussian blue v neck and a golden chain, with sort of maroon tights and a golden belt with the face of a lioness. bracelets and rings, and of course the triangle ruffle collar and purple flower pattern cape. its a mixed warddrobe, kind of silly, i think it works well with how you cant really take him seriously, too. rude and hurtful, yet also he. dresses like this. a kings crown, cape and collar, but his personal style underneath it. also expresses how he may be king, but hes not really taking that as being his role - rather, being himself means to be king. or being king is like, a side thing, not as important as just doing what he wants. maybe a bit of a reach, dont know if i managed to explain what im feeling properly... also, his actual clothing besides his headress isnt actually complicated, which is an interesting contrast. you would think he wants you to pay attention to his face, and not his body. he is egotistical, it makes sense that he wants you to look at him and pay attention to him in general, but the emphasis on his face is interesting.

headdress: absolutely fits. very extravagant in a way that works. the colors arent bright as hell either, which im glad they did because if they were neon and too flashy itd look too obnoxious. well itd look bad but also hes not about exactly "standing out". he loves attention, but he still has his style, and that style IS colorful, but not neon. i think it fits him well, it teeters on being over the top and subtle at the same time, like complex embroideries perhaps

we love katamari

1#: also like it. has the same color scheme of blue top and magenta purplish bottoms. though here its a bit less saturated and lighter in color. the flowers on the sleeves are a nice touch since hes no longer wearing his flower cape, and the golden ankle ring, as hes wearing nothing on his hands but his wedding ring.

headdress: neat!! i like this more than katamari damacy, but just because its kind of cute. well i like them both, but this one is easier to draw (lol) and the color scheme is nice. the lights are now flashing from the spaces of color, instead of looking like round lightbulbs, if that makes sense, and it seems more casual this way, somehow.

2#: it kinda fucks me up. but judging king in we love katamari, from how different he is compared to katamari damacy, this outfit seems kind of perfect to showcase how (almost eerily) laid back he seems to be in we love. his ruffle collar is now smoothed out, its wiggly instead of sharp. hes wearing a very wide sleeve light cyan top, a purplish flower on each sleeve, with a squiggly cut on the lapel, open to reveal his chest and a golden chain, with a piece that looks perhaps like a flower attached to it. he now has a band wrapped around his waist instead of the golden belt, with a golden lioness head piece holding it in place. lighter wine color tights. its so- i dont know. king starts off obviously excited at the fanbase and attention hes getting, so its curious he puts down the iconic outfit and gets into something so comfortable. he wants to stand out less, all of a sudden. its still very much a king outfit, but he dropped so much, i wonder why. hes laying back as usual to let prince do his work but hes really leaning into it now. not just that, but he seems almost less hurtful than katamari damacy. more open. hes still full of himself, but its toned down, muted. his occasional interjections talking about his childhood and papa are offputting in the sense that its unusual. and this outfit is unusual, too, in comparison. katamari damacys impression is that hes pompous but a bit silly (and also just a dick), we love katamaris impression is that hes egoistic- but aimless. he seems more forgetful and more lost in thought. the cape missing could also be symbolic of his openness, even if a bit cheesy. i noted that his cape might also hold some emotional weight similar to the crown, but thats based on my feelings.

headdress: reflects the casuality. its got a smaller color palette now, less patterns, and more flat spaces of color. reminds more of his headdress patterns in his childhood. its also longer now, but i dont have anything to add for that.

me & my katamari

this is where i start to get a bit iffy in general. the games are no longer directed by keita, and king doesnt actually progress any. he stays the same or changes purely because different people are writing his dialouge. me & my katamari seems to have no story otherwise, or cutscenes, even - so from here on i suppose i do get biased but there isnt much character to go off of. however- i did not play any of the games besides the first two, so i am watching gameplays.

1#: i think its alright. i dont really like the combo of colors, it feels weird with the super yellow thin cape, but it is a swimsuit style thing. i wish they changed the collar, though, or outright removed it. it feels wrong to be in there.

headdress: ehh too neon, doesnt help with colors.

2#: this is. alright, its ok. the swimsuit is relatively simple too, thought the yellow cape doesnt seem like something hed wear, especially since its supposed to be a swimsuit- a cape would make it very hard to swim, though kings zaniness could get him to wear a cape if it means looks over functionality. it isnt his normal cape of course, though im a bit sad the flower pattern is entirely missing here, or even a hint of it. instead its a swimsuit.. something... with wine and orange, and what looks like a necklace. its not a necklace exactly, but i dont know the name for this. its also got a lioness head. i dont really get the golden armband around his left arm, but eh. i think its passable overall but straying further from kings personality, though given he is just like. having a splash and having fun. and it is skin tight, which isnt really that important, but its not swimming boxers or something. swimming suit still with a touch of decency. i guess it wouldve been repetitive if this one also had a v cut, but to continue onward from we love katamari, if it had to be real casual and open as a sort of conclusion to we love katamari, i could imagine something similar to this swimsuit, but its a one-piece that covers his legs and chest but leaves his arms free. idk though. i also added this bit in an edit, so now im starting to think about actually sitting down and redesigning it, but im uh. not able to rn. and you cant save edits as drafts. oh well.

beautiful katamari

1#: really very stupid looking. i think the sleeves and puffy pants are very funny but boy i dont like this. dont really like the colors. id try it on myself tho. again, with the wiggly collar- this straight up just doesnt change in all games after we love katamari.

headdress: meh. not a big fan. its getting a bit boring now.

2#: not sure what to say. king wouldnt wear this. its really not his style. it looks more like a jesters outfit, and the lack of shoes makes it look even stranger. the weird random opening that shows a bit of his stomach is also a bit nonsensical, alone in terms of how the hell this piece of clothing works. the pants are too puffy- stripes arent something that make sense as a pattern for him. and the whole theatrics thing, with king talking to you from behind curtains he opens up, on a stage like background, feels out of character. hes not one for theatrics (literal). he likes admiration but he performs by showing off what he can do physically, not through theater or a play. not that its said he does, but the theater bit is just weird. doesnt fit him as a character.

headdress: in combo with the outfit it just doesnt make much sense, it doesnt really harmonize. its alot of shapes and colors, but not with much consideration. the colors seem to be random. the headdress and outfit are kind of at equilibrium with how much they catch your attention. obviously the headdress is more saturated and in game it has blinking lights, but you do have to look longer at the outfit, and it kind of sticks out with how it seems like such a weird pick for him. also it is just kind of a silly looking thing. maybe im just looking too hard though.

also ill b real im just getting more mad at the gameplay. the physics are missing and the katamari feels way too fast and responsive, which is frustrating me, and the game is basically back to basics with you and king and nobody else, which makes kings lines disappointing, but once again, i handle watching a game and playing it differently, and i already have bad feelings about the sequels besides we love katamari as they arent directed by keita, and king is such a specific character. the gameplay part is irrelevant though but it is making me want to watch it less. lol.

katamari forever

1#: curious! i like this outfit, removed from context. i cant say i like it as a king outfit at all, but i just like this type of outfit. fucking. no idea what that thing hes wearing at his collar is called but i have a little soft spot for that thing. hehe. dont care that its a king outfit though.

headdress: i like the colors! its mainly blues, purples and greens, but i like it. the patterns work fine for me. still boring though.

2#: this is hard. katamari forever has a bit more substance, but the whole plot literally is that king loses his memories. though he IS wearing this before he loses his memories. he has dialouge as he has levels, but technically, roboking is the main character in this. doesnt really matter, you can choose between either of their levels at free will i believe. thissss outfit is. sssssss. i dont know. the direction its taking with the fancy dandiness isnt out of place for *a* king, but it is out of place for *the* king of all cosmos. his suit and whole shebang being so bright is incredibly juxtaposed to his comfy darker pallette of katamari damacy and we love katamari - yet hes still the same character? hes not changed. he still belittles prince for low scores and small katamaris, still pretty egotistical. his outfit doesnt reflect anything on a deeper level. if anything just reflects a change in taste, but thats really not that interesting. theres cutscenes (finally) but these say nothing as hes asleep in those cutscenes. so theres nothing more to pull out of that. his responses to low or high scores seem to be mostly the same, and rather short, to be honest. when he requests something, its also pretty short. theres not alot to take out of that.

touch my katamari

1#: scared. scared of touch my katamari. i dont like this outfit but also i just dont like kings 3d model. like i dont need to tell you his face his scary and uncanny looking. its not that bad in this image but if you see even one closeup of his face its just. uncomfortable. his collar is sharp and triangle-y again, though.

headdress: i like the hearts hehe. thats about it though. dont like the fabric overlay over the texture, was kind of unnecessary. i want to spare you from looking at a closeup of the kings face though.

2#: man i dont know bro

im also getting tired and Hooo shit look at the time. i know i shouldnt do these things but you know how it is. i dont know why i did this, to be honest, but i just felt like talking a bit. my mind is a little too full on things around the cosmic family(s) and im already thinking more about queens family. oh well. i have no idea whether to tag this. i suppose i would conclude it here, despite the indeed dry touch my katamari review... this is just my little thing for me. im sure if i tag it with the katamari tag Nothing bad will happen. im going to sleep.

extra:

THIS IS AMAZING KATAMARI not tap my katamari. you can see the edge of the title literally right there in the image but i was too distracted by their whismy.

queen ❤️

amazing katamari is just a mobile endless runner so theres no story but i will say: i like this! its cute! its simple, and a combo of the katamari damacy and we love katamari outfits. yea its not special, but its ok! though again with the collar... would've liked if they kept either one or the other collar piece. but thats about it, no deep analysis. i just think this render and art style is cute in general, so exclude this from the review. headdress is neat too. again nothing special but atleast it isnt so neon, mainly pinks purples and blues. completely taking it as being cute art though.

bonus AGAIN:

roboking. there will be no outfit review its just king but robo. hes also an entirely different character anyway so an analysis doesnt make sense. but i like that his belt looks stupid and his colors go pretty well, purple yellow blue. and that his eyes are always angled down. i just like robots. all im putting him here for is to say i think his pathetic self is entertaining and i kinda wish katamari forever was better. it couldve been good. but yeah ending this off with sad little roboking. thanks for reading. bye bye

[captainaikus]

𝕊ℙ𝕀ℂ𝕐 𝕍𝕀𝔻𝔼𝕆 ℂ𝔸𝕃𝕃 : 𝔸 𝕊𝔼ℝ𝕀𝔼𝕊

ℂ𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕣 : 𝕀𝕥𝕠𝕤𝕙𝕚 ℝ𝕚𝕟

ଘ Rin is 24 and a professional player. Reader is a corporate worker and works in an office, she is 23.

ଘ Synopsis : things go south when Rin decides to video call you. Sequel to this

ଘ Warnings : NSFW, MDNI, Minors do not interact.

ଘ Tags : Dom! Rin (kinda mean), sub!bratty! fem reader, nudity, voyeurism, masturbation, mutual masturbation, video calls, nicknames (calling the reader puppy), nipple play, use of toys, leaving rin high and dry, calls for part 2.

ଘ Word count : 1.7k ; Status : unedited, mistakes will be corrected when I re- read this

ଘ Note : I'll be doing a list of characters from Blue lock with this series. There isn't a tag list for this. (Spoiler for the next : caller is nagi)

ଘ Do not copy, repost, alter, edit or translate any of my works.

ଘ Reblogs, likes and comments are very much appreciated !! Happy reading ahead

The phone illuminated with the ringtone of it echoing within the walls, you groaned, turning your face towards the night table that was on the side of the bed. Squinting at the light you made out the words from the blinding screen. 

‘Call from Rin.’ with the red button for declining the call and the green for taking it. Looking at your clock, the neon green read ; 2 : 07 am.

Rubbing the side of your head from your sleep, you groaned, sliding your finger across the screen to take the call. Blinking at the screen you watched as Rin came into the picture, shirtless with his teal eyes narrowing at the screen. Yawning from your disturbed slumber, you heard Rin speak. 

“Did I disturb you?” “Not anymore.” you responded, sitting upright in your (his) oversized shirt and panties. 

“Hm… the seven hour difference between home and here is a hassle.” 

“And there is a reason for you to use the world clock, Rin.” 

“Thought you’d be up cause some days you have work nights. Wasn’t expecting you to be home.” he said, shuffling in bed, taking the phone up so you could have a view of him. Despite the lack of sleep, you felt the heat rush to your cheeks as you took in the sight of his half naked body while the other half was hidden away in the folds of his sheets. 

Must have been going to bed. 

“Were you about to go to bed?” 

“Mhm.” 

“It’s only seven…ish there.” you said, eyes turning away. Reaching over to the bottle of water, you felt the oversized shirt fall from your shoulder, revealing the strap and peek of your bra. Taking the bottle and placing it between your legs, your eyes snapped back to the screen, this time with Rin watching you intently, placing the phone on the headboard of his bed while he laid on his stomach, his arms crossed in front of him; making his biceps more pronounced and the muscles of his shoulder and back come into view. 

“Yeah… it’s seven-ish here.” he retorted, eyes half lidded as he watched you squirm from his display. 

“So… what did you do today?” you asked, unscrewing the cap taking a gulp of water. Tilting his head to the side, Rin laid his chin on his arm, batting his eyes with a cold stare as he watched your neck while you swallowed water. 

“Worked out, press conference, practiced matches, hit the sauna, stretched, dinner, showered and got into bed.” 

“Aren’t you tired from all that?” “I wanted to see you.” 

Oh. 

That was new. You could feel a ghost of a smile on your lips, thinking about the time where it was difficult for the both of you to communicate. Seeing that you had come this far, made your heart flutter. 

Maybe distance did make the heart grow fonder. 

“Is that my shirt?” he asked, eyes narrowing at the gray colored shirt that hung loosely to your body. 

Looking down at the neck that hung lower, displaying your cleavage, you tugged the cloth from behind, pulling it closer to the lower column of your neck. 

“I… uh… Its comfortable to sleep in.” you said stuttering over being caught. 

“Take it off.” 

What. 

“What?” you asked, eyes blinking at the screen. 

“You heard me. It’s mine. Take it off.” Rin said, eyes narrowing at your figure on the other side of the screen. 

Since when did he become so possessive over his things? 

“Alright… give me a minute and I’ll be back-” 

“No. Do it right here and right now.” he commanded, interrupting you. 

“But-” you tried protesting. 

“No. In front of me.” he said with finality in his voice, leaving no room for arguments or protests. There were times when you had borrowed Rin’s clothing… but it had never come to the point where you had a heated man demanding his things back, often choosing to give in and ignore it or let you have your way with his things since he could care less about it and buy himself another. 

Was it because you had not asked him permission? Placing the phone at a decent height, on the nightside table, you took the shirt off, placing it on his side of the bed. 

“There. It’s off now. Are you happy? God, I can’t believe you are such a big baby over a stupid shirt.” you said, rolling your eyes, taking the phone close to your face, letting only a sliver of your collarbones be seen at the base of the screen. 

“Show me.” 

You swore you had choked on your spit from the bold statement Rin made. 

“What?” you reconfirmed, hoping that you had not heard right. 

“You heard me. I asked you to show me. And when did I say you could move your phone?” Rin asked, his eyebrows furrowed, his lips curling into a mean sneer as he clicked his tongue. Getting up from bed, he had taken the sheets along with him, covering the lower half of his torso. You watched as he placed the phone as the foot of the bed, his thigh and legs exposed while his center was hidden by bunched up sheets, his abs flexing under the soft light of the lamp that was near him, the slow and steady heaving of his chest from his breathing and the tilt of his head to the side, bringing his arms to cross over his chest, making his biceps bulge and the veins of his arms to come into view. 

You felt your thighs rub against each other, eager to relieve the ache from not being satisfied with nothing but your fingers over the last three weeks. 

“Show me.” he said, his voice taking a sultry turn that urged you on. Hiding your face to the side, you placed your phone on the headboard, shifting positions to sit on the other side of it. 

“Such pretty tits.” 

It wasn’t long until he demanded more of you. 

“Grab the headphones.” Rin said, putting his own into his ears. You leaned forward, grabbing the discarded headphones that were near the pillow. 

“Touch them for me.” You watched as he licked his lips and leaned his back and head against the headboard of the bed, displaying more of him with the sheets falling lower than his v lines, exposing a bit of the happy trail with a hardon that could hardly be concealed by the sheets. 

“Did you not hear what I said, puppy?” he asked, clicking his tongue in annoyance, causing your head to snap to him. 

“I said, touch your nipples.” 

Biting the bottom of your lip, you leaned back, one hand supporting your weight while the other toyed with your nipple. Using the tips of your fingers, you teased the bud, drawing out sighs as you closed your eyes, imagining what it would be like to have Rin. 

“I want you to twist it. Pull it hard till it hurts.” he said, a hand reaching into the tresses of his sheets, squeezing the tip of his cock with his index and thumb, making a ring as precum seeped out. 

Taking his command, you did as he was told, drawing out subtle moans causing your panties to become drenched from the amount of teasing you had done to yourself. 

God the things he did to tantalize you. 

“Enough.” 

You whined, opening your eyes to the man who steadily stroked his now exposed dick in front of you. 

“I want you to touch yourself for me.” heavy breaths as his fingers moved up and down his now exposed member. 

“Get those fingers nice and wet. I want to see you lap your tongue around them as if they were mine.” 

Nodding, you took two digits to your lips, lightly teasing the tip of it before pushing it into your mouth. Lapping the tongue around your digits, you licked at the tip of them before reaching to the base of it, bobbing your head back and forth moaning around the feeling of it. 

This was sure to tease him as much as he did you. 

“Draw them out and touch your clit.” 

Pulling your panties to the side, you obeyed, touching the sensitive bud lightly, exposing yourself as much as possible. 

“It’s not fair.” you whined. 

“What isn’t?” he asked, moaning lightly through the headphones on your ears. 

“I haven’t asked you anything, yet you are quite demanding this evening.” you said, stopping your hand in the middle of your teasing, closing your legs together as the expression from Rin’s face fell from a stare to a cold one. 

“I won’t be doing anything until you satisfy me, Rin.” you said. You were well aware of the consequences of your actions but there was a compromise for disturbing your sleep and thinking that he was having his way with you. 

Rin grit his teeth in annoyance. 

Seems like you were going to choose being a brat rather than being pleasured. 

“I swear when I come there, I will take you over my knee.” 

“The last time I checked, you needed to get yourself off. I on the other hand-” you said, pulling a draw while putting your (his) discarded shirt on once more, taking out the vibrator and switching it on, “have this.” 

“You wouldn’t dare.” he growled, hands fisting into the sheets out of anger and betrayal, teal eyes turning dark at your threat. 

“As a matter of fact… I very well can.” you said cockily, taking the vibrator and placing it against your nipple, moanin, tempting him. 

“The red button is riiiiight there” you said with an evil smirk, finger hovering over the screen while Rin watched you. 

“Acting like a brat are we?” he asked, clicking his tongue. Giggling at his furrowed eyebrows, you watched as his lips curled up into a snarl. 

“If you push that button, I will not take to treating you kindly.” he said, glaring into the camera. You watched as his jaw clenched, his boner standing tall beneath the sheets, his eyes never wavering, staring right into the camera. 

“We’ll see about that.” you retorted, pressing the red button. 

You felt chills run down your back at what you had just done. There were times when you were a brat with Rin, but you had never pushed it this far especially when he was at a distance. You had pleasured yourself a bit before you switched off the vibrator, dropping it onto the floor, reminding yourself to clean it the next morning when you woke up, unaware of the text that lit up your screen while you slept. 

“My puppy better be ready for her punishment.”

*attached two pictures* - Itoshi Rin.