#nobody spoil this show for me pls!!!

[evansbby]

I’m on season 3 of Lost and omfg DESMOND GIVES SUCH STRONG ARI VIBES LITERALLY THE SAME HAIR SAME TAN EVEN DOWN TO THE SLUTTY UNBUTTONED SHIRTS OMG 😭😭😭😭😭

[weirdocat83]

obsessed with your tags, talk mdzs at me pls

Uh.

1) thank you, I really just put the random thoughts I have in the tags and/or accidentally steal other people’s tags

2) some thoughts about mdzs below the cut (I have a lot of thoughts about this novel) ye ask any ye shall receive. If you want to hear my thoughts on something specific plz ask :3

• My fav characters in MDZS are Wei Wuxian and Nie Huaisang. I love how WWX can be very complicated when he wants to be and has many layers and sides to him. Like, the fandom likes to simplify his character to someone self deprecating but always smiling but he is very complex. He acknowledges his faults and has only tried to do what he deemed right at the time even if he regrets what he does in hindsight. He isn’t infallible. He literally tortured a man to death (even if it felt right to do it considering said man orchestrated a massacre and tossed him into a literal pit of suffering to die in) and was a major player in a WAR. He’s probably killed more than he can count. I feel like a lot of people forget that the main cast is a bunch of war heroes that must’ve had insane kill counts. Including LWJ. It’s quite tragic that none of them really had any good authority figures to lead them seeing as the majority of them were at most 20~30ish and cultivators usually live extremely long lives (at least, that’s my assumption) anyhow, WWX is very aware of his faults, especially post-resurrection as he did kinda fuck up when he accidentally killed JZX. He acknowledges that and makes an effort to apologize and atone. That being said, his faults don’t stop him from being confident and above all likable. Yes he can be annoying but he does know how to behave himself probably better than most (unlike what many members of the fandom like to think). He knows his position well and that it is incredibly precarious (in both lives) but still manages to fit in well enough with essentially nobility that he is good competition for the best in his generation. He is a genius and a great leader and that isn’t stressed enough. Though I think one of the small details in his character that I think gets overlooked is how he “parents” A-Yuan in the burial mounds. Because for as immature as he is when he’s burying A-Yuan in the ground, he also knows that he isn’t the only one caring for A-Yuan and therefore is allowed to be silly but when they’re out at the market and A-Yuan asks for a toy he makes the mature decision to save his money (although LWJ spoils the kid immediately after). This reflects a lot on WWX because it shows he can be very mature when he needs to be but when he doesn’t need to be he’ll happily rely on others. It also reflects on his upbringing showing he knows how important money is (in contrast to the lans who are shown on various occasions to not really think about money much) Personally I love his character because he seems like a person I’d get along with if he were real (which, the incredible writing makes his seems very realistic) meanwhile my other favorite, Nie Huaisang, I love because he is misleading. Some of my favorite fictional characters are very misleading because of the masks they put up to fool people to achieve their goals. How a character will know more than they should but not let anyone know until the moment is right. NHS is someone who is easily underestimated because he seems helpless and unintelligent. And yeah, for a majority of his life he really didn’t care to further his education or really practice cultivation but later he takes this preconceived notion that everyone has of him and uses it to his advantage so nobody suspects a thing while he plans JGY’s downfall. It’s a scarily intelligent move and I think the fact that he takes pleasure in looking at art/books really adds to the fact of how intelligent he is. Most people see his art as pointless hobbies but I think it says a lot about the qualities of his character. I think a lot of people take for granted the patience it takes to make good art or the intelligence it takes to appreciate good literature. So when NHS's older brother dies under mysterious circumstances that just so happen to help the Jins? of course he catches on! He proceeds to keep his enemy close for over a decade until he finally gets his moment of revenge. Which, to me? Props, man. plus only one person even realizes what happened. WWX. 

Some things I don’t particularly like about MDZS (some people may yell at me for this and I'm sorry but this is my opinion): 

- how weird the yi city arc felt? It feels very out of place as we go on this whole journey to learn about all these people and what happened to them but after that they are pretty much no longer relevant. I only found out later that the yi city arc was initially intended to be its own story. So that might be why.

- how certain things are just *left* and never touched on again? We hear all this stuff about baoshan sanren but we never see her or really learn much about her at all. Similarly, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji’s parents? We hear all these things about them but never learn much at all. Which is weird all things considered when you look at it. It feels like a lot of background info for not much payoff. Yes, it gives us a lot of vital information on why things played out the way they did but it doesn’t stop the feeling that there should’ve been more. Part of me appreciated it though because it gives us no more information than the characters really have. Just passing information that is common knowledge but never really looked into just like many actual people have.

- how everything ended off. So we have that whole scene at the temple and then everything just… calms down? They all go home??? It felt anticlimactic. Especially with Nie Huaisang’s character as (in the novel at least) it sets him up to be the next chief cultivator despite being just as, if not more, sneaky than Jin Guangyao. And that’s probably intentional. The chief cultivator position was likely never meant to be a position of absolute good. It’s politics. But it is a bit weird that we never really see what happens to Nie Huaisang after, post revenge and all. 

[kooktrash]

Electra heart rough smut drabble pls!!!!! the couple's too hot 🤤😫

thanks for sending in a request 🥹luv Electra!couple so much

electra heart | kim taehyung drabble

REQUESTS OPEN

warnings: 1.3k words smüt. rough, but quicky. pda but not a lot. kitchen counter smüt

Taehyung never considered himself one of those cringy PDA type of guys, at least not before you. It’s just really hard to keep his hands off you when you’re the prettiest girl he’s ever dated, with the biggest attitude and the most spoiled brat he’s ever met — in a good way. You aren’t one to hide how you feel either, so if you want to run your hand down his covered chest in the middle of a library, who is he to stop you.

“You’re gonna get us kicked out,” he said, trying very hard to be stern but it quickly failed when your manicured finger pressed against his lips, tugging at the bottom one, “Y/n.” He looked down both ends of the book shelves to make sure nobody was around, “You’ve got one more class.”

“I don’t want to go,” you wrapped your arms around his neck immediately getting his hands on your waist. You tilted your head to one side, feigned innocence in your eyes, “I want to go home, with you.”

“I’ll wait till your class is over, I’ll stay in the libr—“

“Taehyung…” your voice was serious now making him look down at you, “I want to go home, and have sex. Do you get what I’m saying?”

“Ugh,” he groaned, letting his head drop, pulling you into a real hug, “You’re making this hard. I’m your tutor, how can I let you ditch your last lecture?”

With a dramatic sigh, you pulled away, “Fine whatever, I’ll just sit in the lecture horny as hell because my boyfriend won’t take me home.”

“Y/n,” he whined, holding your hand to keep you from walking away as you attempted to. He obviously wanted to go home too, it was his day off from work and he wants nothing more than to lay in bed with you but— he’s a good college student. He can’t have you ditch class when he’s trying to help your poor grades…

His arm wrapped around your waist, “Let’s go.” You smirked in triumph as he rushed you out the library, like horny teens ready to get their hands on each other. You were both giggling as he hurried you along to the parking lot and then to his car.

Never in his life had he been happier to have tint on his cars. Nobody could see the way you took his hand in yours leading it between your legs to press against your panties. He groaned, “Baby…”

“You wanted me to sit in class like this,” you said, letting him feel the small puddle forming near your center, “When you’re the one who made me like this when you were looking all smart and bossy during your presentation.”

So you’ve been like this since your shared morning lecture, and he didn’t even know. He pressed on the gas a little more when you began to slowly rut against his hand, his member hardening in the confines of his jeans.

He rushed you into his own apartment, no longer embarrassed to show how little money he actually made compared to your hotel. The second the door shut behind you, he was picking you up, walking over to the closest surface and sitting you down. You shimmied yourself out of your underwear, smirking watching him mess around with the button of his jeans, spreading your legs enough for him to stand between them. The kitchen counter had you lined up with him perfectly.

“You drive me crazy,” he groaned, leaning forward to connect your lips. You kissed him back hungrily as he lifted your skirt, hand coming down between your legs, thumb pressing against your clit as his middle finger stroked through the slick between your folds. He pressed the finger into your entrance making you pull away from the kiss, “Just fuck me, I fingered myself before class, when you were in the shower.”

He gasped loudly, feigning hurt, “You dirty girl.” Even as he said that a cheeky smile appeared on his face, yanking his briefs down and dragging you to the edge of the cold counter.

He gives his cock a couple strokes, his hand rummaging through the drawer just under you where a box of condoms was stashed. He only started keeping them put away in weird places after dating you. You like to have sex everywhere. He quickly puts it on, making sure he was fully hard before lining himself up against your cunt.

You feel his cock twitch before it pushes into your wet, warm walls. A gasp sound from your throat at the rough intrusion that you loved. You were right, you did touch yourself this morning and that made him even more aroused knowing that you did it behind his back. His hands gripped onto your thighs for support as your arms pressed his body closer to your. His hard cock hit all the right places, stretching you roughly, just the way you liked it.

"Were you thinking about me?" he growled into your ear, making you bite your lip in the middle of a moan. You rolled your eyes, “No, I was thinking about Professor Dipshit.”

Your moans grew as he pounds into you slowly but hard, there was nothing patient or soft about the way you were fucking. You had him worked up since the library, and you’ve wanted him all day. It was definitely going to be a few rounds tonight. He released a low grunt in displeasure as he slammed into you harder. Even though he knew you didn’t, he wanted you to only think of him. Your back arched, and a soft moan escaped you.

His free hand cupped your chin, fingers digging into your cheeks making you look at him, “Only think of me.”

He emphasized his words with a deep thrust, keeping himself inside to the hilt feeling your walls clench around him, “Got it?” He didn’t move waiting for you to respond but you held his glared defiantly.

"Taehyung,” your tone was in warning, moving your hips for some friction but he gave your cheek a light snack, repeating himself, “Got it?”

“Obviously! Now hurry up and make me cum,” you whined making him smirk, dragging your mouth toward his in a messy make out. That was all he needed to hear before he worked harder on you. His cock pushed its way deep into you, but started up his fast pace again. His moans filled the room with yours, just as desperate and horny. Skin slapping with each rough thrust and you were sure your ass would be red from the counter.

You gave absolutely no warning, walls convulsing around him as you reached your high. Nails clawing at his shirt dragging him closer as he swallowed your moans with his tongue. The twitch of your wet pussy around his cock had him breaking.

The warmth of his cum spilling into the condom, cock inside you, keeping the two of you locked as one. His head rested on your shoulder, trying his best to calm down but he was on a high all because of you.

It took you both a moment to calm your racing hearts and he was helping you off the counter, hands on your waist, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you said, placing a soft kiss on his lips. You adjusted your skirt as he fixed himself up, “And I love midday sex on the kitchen counter.”

He chuckled as you said, “You just like sex anywhere and anytime, because you’re a horny little minx.”

“If my boyfriend wasn’t so hot, this wouldn’t be a problem,” you said walking down the hall to the bathroom. You turned to look at him, unzipping the side of your skirt and letting it drop, exposing the pussy he had just been balls deep in. He stopped, mid zip of his jeans.

“So if my beautiful boyfriend would join me in a midday bath for round two, that’d be great.”

He huffed, pretending to be annoyed as he walked over to you, “Only because my girlfriend is a spoiled, greedy brat.”

“Mhm.”

:::.

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[fictionfixations]

MAJOR UNTIL THEN SPOILERS

been watching tuonto play until then

I dont know what it is I mean. i joined the streams without any context (well listen i was there for the start. did not know it was but i saw like ryan and mark at the laptop and louise coming over and reveal of her playing games. except i didnt know who they were at the time lOl. thought it was cool but wasnt keeping up with it. then i ended up on the stream where nicole brings us to visit her grandparents and they're just fighting and it was raining and then theres the reveal with mark's mom being dead [well missing but]. and then we went to prom and cathy died and im just like what the fuck.)

but so i didnt really know what was going on but i still kinda cared? but like. so cathy died. and i did not cry. i was just 'what the fuck' and. like. a lot of surprise. and shock. (i was also thinking that maybe if we didnt go after her she wouldn't have died because she was walking towards us on the road. i also didnt know that apparently you can disappear when it rains if nobodys there to acknowledge that you are there and that you exist. i think. so uhm. i still wonder what wouldve happened if we turned back to see our mom though. or if we stopped.)

but so anyway. i did go back to watch all the until then streams after that. with all the context involved (did not see ending of cathy admitting that her homelife.. isnt that great. because that wasnt streamed yet. admitting in a recording i mean cause shes dead. but a chatter said that it was implied that they probably were abusive, and pointing out the marks on her skin cause her dress was like ripped in that slowed shot of her walking towards us.)

but i already knew what happened so shrug (it was very cool though. even though i was also rewatching scenes id seen before it didnt feel old at all. very invested.)

you know what got me crying?

THIS stupid scene in the other timeline where they're acting for ridel. about two ppl who havent seen each other for awhile. and the

memories of cathy actually being dead just came into this one and i just fucking bawled im being literal

(we dont see the memories actually affect us, its just a thing that we know. mark doesnt know cathy died he just. feelings. and also he got a hallucination of the truck..)

i dont know why but sad shit has been making me cry more than usual.

marks just starts crying and im already sobbing my eyes out like no you cant do this to me you 😭

anyway. i missed a bunch of the streams and not wanting to go them out of order ive been waiting to watch it all at once (also he apparently finished the game so now i really gotta go faster. i think i have like. a stream and a half to watch now.)

but so i dont know the ending pls dont spoil me

i just wanna say. god this game is so cool.

also i mightve been slacking off cause it seemed this timeline mightve been a worse timeline. and im like the kind of person to be like in fiction 'what if that person was me' and so i get super immersed. which also means i get all the shitty feelings too. so i was kinda worried. but its.. okay?

mark. just. kinda seems depressed though. like uh. more depressed?

i saw someone describe it as him having kind of given up (i also think his grades are worse? it didn't show us what his grades were but the principal mentioned that he needed to study more or he'll have to be kicked out or something which wasn't in the first run through)

and tbh. that mightve been because cathy just. died. which isnt really something you can just get over even if its been awhile. it still hurts, still something that lingers. an unexpected pain. or at least, a scar.

like. i cant imagine how hopeless it must've felt to be right there. to watch her die and be unable to stop it. and like. obviously since this is a mark who has also gone through that and is now in this timeline (although doesnt remember).. a part of him is still kinda feeling that loss, and also having done all this before that makes it feel pointless. and like he shouldnt try as hard, cause whats the point, right? what does it matter?

anyway im sad. im going to go back to watching the stream. (also cathy is my favorite i love her so much sduifhfeuhds

[ted-calling-orson]

LONG ASK IM SO SORRY

ok im sorry to enter ur askbox but i cant just contain this to tags and like. you are SOOOO right for liking kermit !!! sad mf. love him. also can i just say- WHY is there NOT more fanfic im SORRY but. if we have so much crackfic of modern presidents or even actual fic/oneshots of other presidents, PLEASE give us TR / TR fam fic !!!! id eat that shit UP. i got so tired of it i published my own tr kiddos fic istg its either anon or on my acc i can find it

and im so confused on why NATM teddy aint got more fics that at least mention the kids OR siblings. sorry this is gonna be a long ask. but really !! like. theres maybe 5(?) max fics ive seen mention them. a few in the Treasured Collection NATM fic series, and maybe one or two loose ones around. im SOOOO close to writing a self indulgent fic for it. again srry for how long this is. but i never come across tr fans. rlly i swear. also so right for liking the muppets (Fozzie my beloved <3)

oh !! and the cartoon network idea??? YES. absolutely. id watch it. 10000%. i think presidential cartoons should exist more, beyond episodes in preexisting shows. itd be so cool!! ive watched possibly every documentary i can find on TR/show that features him (like The Alienist) i need some lighthearted stuff.

finally idk if youre big on reading books or trilogies but if you can id recommend reading Edmund Morris' trilogy on TR if you haven't yet. the final book ending had me crying at 7am december 2022 like 10 times.

p.s the erb rap battle was so silly and im so surprised i saw nobody in the comments mention quentin with the line churchill shot of TR's family dying prematurely. sorry for the length of this ask--and dino au is so cool and i wanna hear all abt it !!

-🦆

OH MY GOSH THIS IS LIKE A DREAM WHEUSHSUWJWKEKWKWKWJNWJWIXJWBWIDJISJEBDISJSISJSIS oooo we should be best friends ooooooo. Also dw about this being too long you are literally one of my favorite people of all time😭‼️🙏

on the Kermit thing: YIPPEEE‼️‼️‼️ finally another Kermit fan😭 the only other recognition he’d get was from some Indiana jones mini series. Id love to write Roosevelt fan fiction but I don’t like posting my stuff on tumblr (usually my fics are for me and my friends⁉️) but ey, maybe I’ll post something🙏

ALSO MUPPET FAN‼️‼️‼️ my favs are Dr. Teeth and Kermit

on the natm thing: YIPPEE- I wanna write about my au so bad cuz I’ve got so many ideas for it especially for Elliot and Theo’s relationship bc their rivalry was so bad it extended into their daughters. Evil Elliott seemed like an awesome concept and what if he dragged Corinne into it??? Wieihdjehsjs

the tv show: OK OK SO I had a HUGE concept of this show. First off: it’s like your avid 2000s sitcom but with art‼️ The Taft’s (and in later seasons, the Wilson’s) are their neighbors and T.R and W.H.T would have silly angry dad neighbor hijinks (and they both hate the Wilsons together), Alice is the popular girl and there was gonna be a whole episode on her affair with William Borah, Kermit is the shy kid that gets into scuffles with Ted jr, Quentin and Archibald are the spoiled younger sibs, Ethel is the neutral younger sister and Edith is the mostly annoyed mom. Also Quentin and Charles Taft are best friends and I’ll prolly write more ideas for it but I do have designs for Kermit, Ethel and Alice:

anyway, you don’t know how excited I got when I saw this in my inbox😭 but yeah I love your stuff man! Pls post more Teddy stuff I thrive off it im literally one of 5 Theodore Roosevelt fans

ALSO IM GLAD YOU MENTIONED THE RAP BATTLE CUZ- I think that line is about most of his family dying fairly young (Theodore sr., Quentin, Elliott etc) and not just his kids but I could be wrong the fandom wiki of erb is so 50/50

[clonehub]

Episode 2 of the bad batch hhhhh

Dear god I hate when hunter gets close to the screen

Why didn't they update cuts model lol

It's a shame cause the lighting here is so pretty

Listen I'm just gonna say. The bad batch don't deserve to know who Cut esp not w the familiarity they have

Man turn the light on in the house?????

Pls why are echo and suu like this

Again why did they not update his model

"how else did you think it worked" goddamn stop being such a bitch for like TWO minutes

Why did they change shaeeah and jeks ages. Also they're like. So clearly played by adults AAAAHHHHH they sound weird. This music is so whimsical 😭

Okay well no Hunter ur not defective. That's not. Ur not. Nvm. Exactly cut THANK YOU

I'm glad they changed suus design tho

These transitions are annoying me like andor spoiled me it really did

I wonder if hunter got these clothes from cut

His arms are so pale lmao

Okay I see the metaphor. The heavy handed metaphor of the storm brewing behind ramparts head

Older sister tings

Suu my wife suu

Something about these moments feels really stitched together. Like the transitions between scenes, how they choose to introduce strife seem like not natural? And like this ep ain't cute. Like they're leaning too hard into the awww she's just a kid thing.

Now she is too damn big to be carried that baby can WALK

No see cajse TECH SHUT UP AHHH

No see cause like wrecker here is asking after omega actually. And hunter didn't. And this'll keep happening throughout the series and Hunter will be called the dad.

I think everyone's just got weird proportions in their lower halves like I can't describe it but these thighs don't need to be this long.

Not tech being impressed by the surveillance state

Ok this kinda funny

It's kinda weird how like tbbs attempts to keep omega safe are thwarted as being like? Wrong in a way? Like she ends up going with them but I'm not really sure it's what would be better emotionally or physically for her. Idk if I'm being clear

Pls give echo an arm

Hunter has some slim ass wrists

Oh yeah episode two was the one that ignited my fear that this whole show was gonna be the bad batch killing regular clones

PLEASE ECHO IS SO PISSED

Pls his lil point

Look at wrecker taking initiative to make sure she's safe

You know those corny lines from like 2000s high school movies that nobody ever says out loud irl??? Everyone in tbb would say those and not even in a campy way

Love when astromechs shriek

I wonder why it has to be this shuttle and not any of the shuttles from the next day

Oh they really buttoned her nose

The storms a comin

Wait now how far from the bay are they that none of this noise is carrying over even a little

They don't recognize cut bc he's the old model

Ik their blasters have stun on them :/

This show is so so so quippy

See now does wrecker need to be doing all this

Okay episode is over

[suhfics]

After Party

Pairing: Mark Lee x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Contains: Fluff; a bit of humor i guess???; friendly bickering

a/n: it’s marklee brainrot era. this is my first fanfic for nct and i’ve been hiding this for CENTURIES ofc that’s exaggeration but u get it.. anw, pls be kind for this is my first fanfic heree, i’d also love to hear your thoughts! that’s all, enjoy!!

After-parties were never your thing.

So when your officemates decided to throw one right after your boss's, you just quickly bailed out. Using Macey, your pet dog, as an excuse even though Macey's at your parents' as of the moment.

You went home to a dim apartment with only the city lights illuminating the four corners of the room. Took off your coat and placed the plastic bag of canned beer on the kitchen counter.

After-parties were never your thing but a calm after-party drinking is. You just really appreciate the drastic change of volume from all the loud to sudden quietness.

You blame your social battery for it. You can be an extremely extroverted person for a minute and in a blink, your battery runs out. And your boss's party really did ran your battery dry as the main organizer. You had to do all these socializing, drinking, and even hyping up your team members as they perform for the boss. It was his birthday, and working for a small company meant everyone knew each other, everyone got along with each other well, and there has been an unspoken tradition of celebrating birthdays the way friends does.

You sat on a bar stool to finally get some quiet drinking session by yourself but your doorbell suddenly rang. You look at the intercom to see who it is and chuckled when you found out.

Opening the door with a smug face, you spoke, "Why are you here?" 

"Macey's not home till Tuesday. Good excuse though!" Mark innocently said before showing a box of chicken on one hand and a plastic bag of canned beer on the other. "Chicken and beer?" 

Your mouth formed an 'O' for how amazing it was that his timing was just right. 

"I was about to order chicken! Good timing, you!" You said and gave a light punch on his shoulder before grabbing the box of chicken from his hand. 

"You were planning to drink without me?" He placed his free hand on his chest and acted hurt like you had just said something so offending and unforgivable.

"You were having fun with the others! I couldn't tell you to go here and have a boring drinking sesh with me." He swore he saw your two index fingers point to each other with the way you said that. It was so freaking cute! He silently wished you'd do that again. 

"Hey, I love boring. How do you think we lasted for two years? And counting if I may add." 

"So you're telling me I'm boring." 

"Let's eat chicken shall we?"  The both of you laughed with the sudden bickering. It was just 14 minutes past eleven and it was early. Too early to be home after an office party, but the old woman in you just really wanted to go home.

Mark and you spent the whole evening talking about random stuff like you usually do. May it be about your officemates... his hair if he ever wants it dyed orange maybe? And Macey's obesity (your parents just like spoiling their youngest daughter, a.k.a Macey the white-haired toy poodle).

After drinking at least three cans each out of the dozen that you have, you noticed the time from your phone.

11:58 PM

"It's almost 12!" You exclaimed, "it's officially your birthday after 2 minutes!" This time, you whispered as if nobody should hear.

"I know!" He was whispering too, joining your tipsy antics.

You both snickered as the both of you realized that you are kinda drunk. Well you had drinks in the office, it was not surprising.

"Was your party great?" You leaned into the bar, with your forearm supporting your head up. He unconsciously did the same, mirroring your movements. Even spinning the can of beer in his hands as you do.

"It was okay," his hooded eyes looked into yours, teasingly. He even added the element of looking bored to complete the look.

You grab a piece of chicken skin and jokingly threw it on his face.

"I was the one who organized it you punk!"

He laughed at you. Of course he knew! And it was entirely your fault that he knew 'cause you literally set an alarm for the party, named it 'Mark's B-day party' and then clumsily leaving your phone in his freaking car.  

"I see, that's why..." he teased more. Earning him a punch from you on the arm.

"Am I really boring?" Gotcha! His silent wish just got granted and in addition to that, you even pouted! Mark didn't know what he was feeling, was he nervous? Or was it just the butterflies in his stomach? Either way, it was making him crazy.

"I told you I love boring." Mark says with a hint of teasing.

"Another 'boring' word from you, I'm kicking you out." You jokingly warned but in a serious tone.

"I'm just kidding!" He said while using his free hand to grab hold of your nape to pull you close as he kissed your forehead. "You aren't boring, the staff were. You saw how they butchered the song they performed? Man, wish I stopped them."

"You're mean!" You laughed because it was true, the staff's performance for the birthday boy was beyond the borderline of comedy. You just didn't know if it was laughable or not. Either way, you had to support them.

"Oh! One minute!" You exclaimed, drinking the last of your beer before getting another for the both of you. "Let's open these together."

He nodded and you started the countdown.

50 seconds

"You should make a wish." You excitedly said.

 43 seconds

 "Yah, I said make a wish!"

 "I already did!"

 36 seconds

 "What did you wish for?"

 "Why would I tell you?"

 24 seconds

 "Cause... maybe... I can grant your wish!"

 "Really?"

12 seconds

 "Damn right, now tell me."

 "There's a few seconds left, be patient."

 10, 9, 8

 You giggled as you counted down, excited and tipsy, but still in the right mind.

 7, 6, 5, 4

 Jitters filled Mark's system as the countdown approaches one.

 3... 2...

 "One!" The both of you opened the new cans of beer, directly drinking from it after clinking the cans.

You stopped drinking when you noticed that Mark is trying to... drink everything all at once?

"Yo, dude easy! You just turned a year older, don't make this your last." You teased.

He did not finish the whole can, but he sure did finish half of it. Maybe more.

"Happy birthday my love! Now what's your wish?"

You waited for his answer as he was trying to recover from chugging a whole can of beer, you patted the small of his back hoping it could help.

"Are you okay? Why chug it all at once dummy! You'll have stomachache." Little did you know that he was having just that the moment he stepped into your apartment.

"My wish is..." His words was cut by the sudden urge to burp.

"Go on, you can do it." You tapped on his back a bit harder, hoping to help him burp.

And so he did. And it was hilarious.

"God Mark! Happy birthday baby!" You laughed. Hard. And Mark didn't know if he should feel shame or just laugh along with you, but the latter choice dominated.

His laugh just rang across the quiet room, and you knew you just could listen to him laugh all day. It wasn't music, but it satisfied all your senses.

"My wish is..." He started again, this time the laughter subsided, just the both of you trying to catch your breaths. 

"I wish she'd say yes." He continued. Breathing heavily, he reached into his pocket and came out of it was a velvet box.

"Mark..."

"I wish she'd be boring with me every day, because that's how I like it." He chuckled.

Tears started to form in your eyes, you heartbeat was too loud, you doubt he doesn't hear it. But his was loud as well. You couldn't hear it, you just know.

"I wish she'd come to office with me without having to hide, because I'm proud I'm hers."

Mark's eyes turned crystal with tears starting to pool around them.

"And I wish she'd wear this ring together with my name next to hers. I hope she says yes." He opened the box, revealing the most beautiful jewelry you have ever seen in your entire life.

You couldn't say anything. Everything is literally a blur because of the tears, but your mind knows just what was happening. You are tipsy, but still in the right mind.

And what do people in their right minds do?

"How could she say no?" You finally said, offering your left hand so he could put on the ring and finally tie you officially to him.

"She said yes?" His eyes were wide, like he was just making sure he heard the right thing.

"She said yes!" You exclaimed.

And the next thing you knew, you were claiming the lips of the man who just made you his and made him yours.

[weirdsht]

Creterion . Andromeda

a/n: this'll be the last time I'll write for creterion fsdbgsfgbpsg like i might write some sagau fics here and there but its eh. anyways what i'm trying to say is i'll end it here before it gets worse HAHAHAHAHHAA

Is this messy? yes it was on purpose okay, i wanted to try and convey how chaotic sagau darling's mind is idk if i did it right tho sorry sjhfgisgdfisg

Warnings: messy messy fic, kinda venti centered? like venti was the most mentioned one, yandere tendencies, possessive behavior, cult behavior, gaslighting?, hints of imposter syndrome, paranoia, stockholm syndrome?, if i miss something lmk and i'll add it

English isn’t my first language so there will be grammatical errors

Pls don't repost my work anywhere without my permission

If there's something missing in the warnings let me know so I can add it

Any form of interaction toward the post is appreciated <333

This is a series but it can be read as a stand alone

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Is this really right? Are they sure they didn’t make a mistake or something? Even if they didn't, is living this way really fine? Isn’t this kind of unhealthy?

Those were only some of the questions that plague your mind from time to time.

It wasn’t like this from the start. The beginning was butterflies and rainbows, like a dream come true. But then everything begins to be too much. The worship got so much more intense and the direct acolytes got more possessive.

The characters you used to enjoy seeing behind the screen, oh don’t even mention them. They were loving, they really were but it’s too much. They make you feel like you can’t do anything by yourself, everything you try to do they’ll take it from you successfully infantilizing you.

At first you tried to understand, tried to put yourself in their shoes, but as it went on you began to notice how unhealthy it is. Every single one of them wants to monopolize you, everyone wants a part, no at this point they can’t be satiated with just a part of you. They won’t show it in front of you, saying something along the lines ‘wanting to show you paradise only’.

But you aren’t dumb. You know what goes on behind your back. No matter how much they tried to baby you, you never let them dimmer down your wits. And it scared you, what you know scared you. You know what they want, you know what they’re planning but you can’t do anything.

This isn’t your world, well it is according to them but still this isn’t where you grew up. You don’t have the usual resource that you can access from your world.

Maybe that’s what they intended from the start, and that made you scared, oh so scared.

While you’re drowning in your own paranoia, your loyal acolytes have no idea what’s going on. Though that may be the case, they still know that something was wrong.

They tried everything to make you feel better. Spoiling you, being at your beck and call, anything just to see you be your usual self again. To no avail though you just seemingly got worse.

Everything got so bad that your mental plagues soon took its toll on your physical health. After months of negative thoughts eating you up everyone resorted to putting you on bed rest on your serenitea pot castle.

Nobody knows what to do, no medicine would work and you won’t even speak to them. Qiqi tried to gather the best of herbs she can find but to no avail, the light in your eyes wouldn’t come back no matter how hard they try.

Plagues and worries consume your acolytes but no matter how much they worry it wouldn’t help you in any other way. All of that was vanquished when you finally spoke to Venti.

“Is this really right? Was this really how I should live my life?” you spoke softly, vocal chords a bit rough for not speaking in months. Venti could only offer you a light squeeze to further encourage you to speak whatever’s brooding your mind.

“I just-”

“I don’t know”

“I don’t know anymore?”

You couldn't help but break down and cry, all those emotions you’ve been keeping to yourself finally got filled up and overflowed.

At first Venti wasn’t sure what to do. For a second the bard thought about calling the others, but seeing your face, your poor broken hearted, lost face, he knew he can’t leave you alone.

“Tell me, tell me what’s bothering you. Tell the things tormenting you so I can help you fight them. Even if it’s not the things worrying you, I don’t care, just please tell me something, please speak to me.” Venti begged tenderly. He couldn’t take and see you suffer like this, no matter what it may be he will try and resolve it. No, he must resolve it, he will do anything just to see you be like how you were when you first got to Teyvat.

With a mix of hiccups, sobs, and incoherent words you let your heart out in front of the bard. After suffering for a long time you finally resigned to accepting and showing vulnerability at one the person you resented for a long time.

He was at loss for words. Quite frankly he was at loss in general. The former anemo archon didn’t know that it was them causing you so much distress. Their feelings of only showing you good things got drowned with greed and this was the result.

You cried in his arms until you fell asleep that night. Venti caressed you softly while offering gentle words to try and ease some of the ache your heart was feeling.

That night he made up his mind. It’ll be hard, but he will give his everything to set things right. It doesn’t matter what the others would say, Venti only wanted for you to be happy again. As the god of freedom and as someone who finally managed to swim away from their greed, Venti, no Barbatos promised you that everything will be alright again.

He will break those invisible chains shackling you, even if it’s the last thing he does.

[hpimaginesandblurbs]

can you do draco with a mommy kink please

mixed with this request: sub draco with a mommy kink pls 

also mixed with this request: can i request a smut with sub!draco please? i feel like i don’t see enough of it but i feel like he’d definitely be a switch and not a complete dom like everyone thinks

pairing: draco malfoy x reader 

warning(s): 18+, sub!draco, dom!reader, mommy kink, orgasm control / edging, oral (male receiving), unprotected sex

a/n: i am the biggest sub you will ever come across so writing dom!reader is a little harder for me but i still hope you enjoy!

Even from across the room, you could feel the stress pouring off of your boyfriend in waves. He’d been slaving over his homework for what felt like hours, and you were ready to fix that for him. 

Pushing your own books aside, you left the spot you had been occupying on his bed and made your way over to his desk where he was sat, staring blankly at a page in his Arithmancy book. 

“Draco, take a break,” you said lightly, draping your arms over his shoulders to force him to lean back in his chair. 

“I need to finish this,” he said, a slight whine added to his voice, just proving how badly he did in fact need to take a break. 

“I believe it’s due next week, am I correct?” You asked. You felt him nod slightly against your arm, but that wouldn’t do. “Use your words, baby.”

“Yes,” he replied quickly, a breathlessness in his voice that hadn’t been there signifying a change in the atmosphere around you both. 

“Good. Then strip and get on the bed for me,” you purred in his ear and you could feel him shiver beneath your fingers. 

He rose gracefully, seemingly unaffected by the thoughts of what you were about to do, but you knew better. You could see it in how quickly he stripped, the way he couldn’t quite seem to make eye contact with you as you openly watched him, the way his breathing began to quicken when he finally laid back on the sheets. But mostly, it was evident by just how hard he was, precum leaking out of his slit already. 

You crawled up the bed with ease, already stripped down to your underwear, and dragged a finger up the shaft of his cock. When he shivered under your touch, you looked up at him through your lashes and smirked. “My baby’s needy tonight, hm?”

“Yeah,” he said breathlessly, his silver eyes never leaving where your hand was lazily stroking him. 

“Yes, what?” You asked, only looking for one answer. 

His eyes snapped up to yours and he turned a cute shade of pink, still slightly embarrassed by the term he so lovingly called you even after all this time. 

“Yes, Mommy,” he replied obediently, his breathing only quickening. 

“Good boy. Just lay there and let Mommy take care of you,” you told him, feeling his cock twitch in your hand at your words. 

Without missing a beat, you engulfed him in your mouth all the way until his tip hit the back of your throat. Draco’s back arched when he felt the warmth from your mouth and he let out the prettiest little noise, but he never moved his hips - always striving to be your good boy. 

You pulled out every stop you could think of, doing everything and anything you know would make his toes curl and get him to the edge as quickly as possible. He was writhing underneath you in no time, moans slipping out of his throat every time he felt you gag around him - something he loved a little too much. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Mommy, please,” he whined, so desperately you almost felt bad for what you were about to put him through. 

You pulled away right as he was about to reach his peak and you watched him carefully as his face screwed up in desperation, a pitiful whimper coming from his throat. 

You pulled your body up so you were hovering above him, placing small kisses around his face to soothe him and finally his eyelids fluttered open to look at you. You could have moaned at the sight of him. There was such a fierce desperation in his silver eyes that it tore through you and made your core ache for him, but that would have to wait. 

“You’re being so good for me,” you mused, brushing his hair back from his face gently. 

“If I’m being good then I’d get to cum,” he quipped back. 

You raised an eyebrow in amusement at his behavior, his usual “good boy” persona that was reserved just for you now long gone after only one denied orgasm. Oh, this boy was spoiled. 

“You sure you want to be a brat right now?” You asked, already trailing kisses back down his body just to torture him some more. 

He never gave you an answer, but the frustration in his eyes was enough to show you he knew exactly where this was headed. 

You repeated the same actions from earlier - deep throating his cock until he couldn’t stand it, moans pouring out of him like currency, and warning you of his imminent release in a high pitched, irresistibly whiny voice. 

But just when you felt the beginnings of his cock twitching in your mouth, you forced yourself off of him - ruining his hopes at an orgasm for the second time. 

“Please, Mommy. I’ll be good. Please, just let me cum,” Draco begged shamelessly, staring at you with such intent that you couldn’t help but give in to his pleas. 

“I will, baby boy. I promise,” you told him, easily shushing him when your lips grazed his. “Wouldn’t it be so much better to cum inside of Mommy though?” You asked, your forehead resting against him. 

“Fuck, yes,” he breathed out, forcing himself to take a deep breath to collect himself. 

You sat up and let him watch as you stripped yourself of your bra and underwear, his hands clutching the sheets for dear life so he wouldn’t touch you. Your good boy knew better than to touch without permission. 

“How do you want me, baby? You get to pick tonight,” you offered. And you could have sworn based on the look that crossed his face that he may have cum right then and there, but then he was answering you in a flash. 

“I want to fuck you, please,” he begged, his look pleading. 

“Of course, baby,” you replied, easily helping him in flipping the two of you over. “But you know my rule.” 

“I don’t get to cum until you do, Mommy,” he recited as his hands roved over your body, finally getting to touch you. 

But he didn’t waste time either. He was quickly fucking into you, already starting with a fast pace, his thrusts electrifying. 

After the time you had spent watching him respond to your mouth, hands, and words, getting more and more turned on by the minute, he did not leave you wanting. Every moan that came out of your mouth was captured by his own, his lips unrelenting now that he was allowed to get a taste of you. His hands were near possessive over your body, not leaving a single inch of your body untouched. 

When he fucked you like this, sometimes you wondered how you ended up as the dom in your relationship. But you could feel the needy energy pouring out of him, nothing if not eager to please you and only you. The look he had in his eyes that was so desperate for praise that you easily gave him, wanting to do nothing more than spoil him rotten with your words. And he ate up every fucking second of it. 

“Just like that, baby. Fuck, I’m so close,” you managed to get out throught the assault he was committing on your lips, but he heard you loud and clear. 

He easily slipped a hand in between your bodies, finding your clit in seconds and swirling his practiced fingers around the bud. 

“Please cum, Mommy. Please,” he begged, trying desperately to balance himself on the edge until he could cum. 

You only had to look at him once more to send yourself tumbling over the edge, your walls clenching around his cock like a vice. He followed shortly after, letting out a loud cry as he spilled inside of you, his orgasm wrecking through his body and making him shake. 

You pulled him down close to you in the midst of it, letting his shaken form rest against you for as long as he needed. Finally, his breathing evened out and he rolled off of you, looking absolutely blissed out and fucked out of his mind. 

And you knew nobody knew Draco quite like you did. And when you told him to take a break, you knew it would be well worth it just to see that look on his face.

[astranne]

I will happily give you more bodyguard!xiao brainrot!

Okay im making this up on the spot right now so stick with me

Imagine famous!reader ONLY ever having Xiao around i mean i think some famous people swap out bodyguards?? Idk im not rich. But only Xiao is allowed into their room personally and only xiao is allowed to accompany them to important places or any personal matters

EVEN BETTER THE FLEETING TOUCHED AND KISSES??? i am so soft for Xiao liking forehead kisses and just being completely soft like HAISJSIEJSISN

After a long day, your half tired and he carries you to your desired resting spot and he kisses your forehead and whispere goodnight?? Id fold so fast for that man. Anyways, Bodyguard!xiao practically threatening your obsessive fans that get to close or crowding your personal space? Him checking over you to make sure you have everything and your okay? HELLO IM GONNA DIE????

Bodyguard!Xiao rubbing your knuckles when your nervous about a gig or going on stage or a important meeting with your manager

Bodyguard!Xiao running his fingers through your hair while you lay on his chest and hes whispering reassurances to you and helping you relax

Soft bodyguard!Xiao only softening his gaze for you and smiling softly whenever you smile about something

Observant!Bodyguard Xiao watching you from the corner of his eye reading your body language like a hawk and whenever you show discomfort he comes over and makes an excuse for you to leave the situation

OKAY ONE ANGST FOR XIAO

Little Brother!Xiao isolating himself because he feels alienated from his classmates and he cant connect to them on a emotional level and he feels as though nobody truly ants to be his friend but because hes practically the straight A student hes always picked to do all the work on projects but hes use to it and doesnt say anything to his caregivers.

-🪶

you really said ‘lemme serve you a whole as meal’ huh? i’m not complaining, i’m thanking you while on my knees my dear fischl anon 😌

soft bodyguard!xiao... *muffled screaming* the forehead kisses?! the only bodyguard and just- AHHHH xiao carrying you in his strong arms, hugging you when you have a nightmare and waiting until you fall asleep again. he will protect you and always be by your side and if that means to scare your nightmares away?

i'm dying over my own silly little writing help me

soft and observant xiao just looking out for you, calming you with his presence when you're overwhelmed and whispering reasuring words. he will play with your hair, draw tiny little shapes on your blissful face and spoil you with kisses and hugs.

blushing rn, like,,, imagine. just imagine.

HHHHHH- THE ANGST- why do i feel called out. xiao will sit in the back, always taking notes since he can't talk to someone during lessons. he will listen to soft music, most times classical music, in the library and revise his notes, even do some future research for what else he has to do?

all his siblings are the golden apples of his caregivers, the oldest the most popular one, the middle one super sporty and he? he only has academics left, he doesn't want to fall behind and yet... yet he feels like he is being left behind.

so yes, he will do all the work, if that means the teacher will compliment him and his group for their awesome for, he will do all the work, if it means his caregivers praise him, even if it's only a short moment. what else does he have?

i'm so close crying,,, why am i writing angsty xiao, he- he doesn't deserve this!!!

anywhore- fischl anon, i love you and your brain. your brainrots are always and will always be welcome here <33 pls gimme more, i'm begging

[discotreque]

Disco Season 4 wrap-up post

TL;DR: I enjoyed Season 4 a lot. I don’t know if I necessarily have interesting or original things to say about all of it, but it was a hell of a ride and I’m glad I BitTorrented the ticket. (Also, full disclosure, it’s hard to write funny bullet-point blog posts when you’re glued to the screen crying your eyes out.)

Sure, I could nitpick the scripts—I’ve been a professional writer for 20+ years; boy, could I…—but since nobody’s paying me to, I’m more than happy to turn off the red pen in my brain that wants to fill the margins with things like “Show, don’t tell” and “Try something less cliché” and “Didn’t we do this 2 episodes ago?” and “I know David Ajala is really good at reacting to things but pls give Book some goddamn agency already.”

I heard somewhere a long time ago that unhappiness isn’t always a choice, but happiness always is. The conditions for happiness can be all around you, but you have to opt in. And enjoying something like a TV show is a choice, too. I’ve brought my own shitty baggage to perfectly good art in the past, determined not to enjoy it, and by god I succeeded at having the miserable time I set out to have. Yeah, some things are so deeply flawed that those flaws spoil the experience… but give me a break, Disco’s not that bad.

And it’s not like I had to look hard for things about Season 4 to enjoy. Credit where it’s due: despite the ever-shaky execution, and the miriam myriad things that have changed about this show since Season 1, it’s always had a consistent message at the centre of the mess: “You might win in the short term by sacrificing your principles, but your so-called victory will be hollow, and ultimately not worth the cost.”

This season banged that drum as hard as ever, but added some complementary themes to the mix, like: “becoming vulnerable to connect with other people is difficult, but necessary and deeply rewarding,” and “communication is at the heart of all successful conflict resolution”, and “go the fuck to therapy already.”

And by “complementary themes,” I mean “almost literally actual dialogue spoken by the characters,” because this show left subtlety behind in the 23rd century, and as I said earlier in the season, I’m more than okay with that. I don’t think we’re living in an era for subtlety—our enemies and oppressors sure aren’t subtle—and having grown up in the 90’s, I’m still recovering from near-terminal irony poisoning. At this point in my life and also human history, I fucking crave sincerity, and transparency, and whole-hearted connection. I didn’t realize how much I wanted that in Star Trek specifically (and in Disco specifically!) until I got it, and I got metric fucktonnes of it this season, and I am more than satisfied.

More stuff I liked (and a few tiny nitpicks I just couldn’t resist, haha), including spoilers, after the cut:

President Mommy—sorry, Mommy—sorry, Mommy—sorry—Rillak was a pleasant surprise in every appearance. Star Trek doesn’t exactly have a history of thoughtful, flexible politicians with broad minds and good intentions, you know? But at every turn she was more, and more interesting, than a corrupt figurehead or an obstructionist straw-asshole for Captain Burnham to speechify at. Laira ended up feeling like an actual three-dimensional person, like a whole entire woman and not just her job, and while it would be a little contrived for her to be as involved in Season 5 as she was in Season 4, I hope they find a good-enough contrivance to keep her in play.

Obviously I miss Sylvia Tilly every second she’s not on screen, but the biggest of kudos to the writers for realizing she didn’t really have a place in the story anymore, and writing her out in a way that not only made sense for her character, reflecting and respecting her growth, but kept her close for recurring appearances—like being an unspeakably amazing badass in the finale, holy shit???? Tilly toasting to the end of the world with Admiral Cool Dad was a highlight of the whole season for me; and then at last we see her back where she belongs—in Michael’s arms. (You will pry Mylvia from my cold. dead. hands.) If Tilly and her little crew of cadets are the core of the upcoming Starfleet Academy series, I’m on board already.

The queer found-family stuff with Culber and Stamets and Adira was cute and wholesome and heartwarming as shit (I told you not all my opinions were fascinating and unique). I also appreciated that they wrote Gray off once he didn’t have anything to do on the show anymore, but like with Tilly, in a way that means he can still come back from time to time.

Tarka was a terrific antagonist. He did terribly destructive things for completely selfish reasons, and tried to do even worse, but as a rational adult consumer of fiction, the main thing I care about is that his reasons were more complicated and interesting than “I am a moustache-twirling villain and I must twirl my evil moustache.” They made him sympathetic—and that’s putting it mildly—but never presented his very real and valid suffering as an excuse for his inexcusable behaviour. Nor, though, did they let his increasingly terrible choices erase the nuances of his character and motives. And leaving his fate ambiguous in the end was perfect. I don’t actually want to know if he made it to Kayalise… but I hope he did. I want to hope, despite everything, that he did.

SARU AND T’RINA!!!! Speaking of wholesome and heartwarming, omg. I can’t believe they actually did that—and I called it from her first appearance, but I thought I was joking! (From my notes on “Unification III” last season: “Is a Starfleet captain allowed to smooch the president of a whole planet? Asking for a Kelpian friend…”)

Everything about Species 10-C was incredible. Disco didn’t get enough credit for its visual overhaul last season: they had to take an already distant-future aesthetic and imagine the future of that, and the 32nd century ended up with such a cool and distinct look. And for this season, they had to imagine something that made plug-and-play programmable-matter spore drives look like steampunk—and I think they nailed it again! The DMA controller and the more complex and equally inscrutable Mk II design, the hyperfield and the orbs, the solar system with Dyson rings and three identical, presumably also artificial, gas giants… it’s still technology, not magic—and not omnipotent or invulnerable—but also incomprehensibly advanced compared to what we’re used to, and that’s a hard balance to get right.

Killing and then un-killing Book was, objectively, a cheap shot at our feelings, but “cheap” isn’t always “ineffective.” For one thing, I don’t think I’d trade that Sonequa Martin-Green performance for a less manipulative plot. I also think that for Michael’s arc to feel complete, we had to see that she could lose Book and still finish the mission—but if Book hadn’t been able to confront the 10-C over Kweijian himself, his entire arc would have been an unbearably tragic shaggy dog cat story. And imho, the rules about dei ex machina go out the wormhole once you invoke the Kardashev scale, so fuck it: Michael Burnham can have a little resurrected boyfriend, as a treat.

Other things about the season + finale:

I appreciated that Specialist Zora (!) smoothly integrated into the crew without any more repetitive “rogue AI” stories, but I do hope we spend more time on her next season.

Owosekun silently shaking her head in horror when she thinks Detmer is going on a suicide mission absolutely ended me. Oyin and Emily are carrying this entire ship on their backs and we owe them so much.

Hiro Kanagawa as Dr. Hirai was great. He’s often the only one in the room eating, which is a fun touch, and I really liked the way Rillak explained to him—and idk, maybe some of the audience?—that there’s a time and a place for sarcasm, sass, and snark, and it’s not “everywhere, all the time.”

I don’t think I’ve mentioned how much I love Dr. Pollard’s makeup this season—but that lipstick, omg.

Does anyone else want to ruffle Adira’s buzz cut every time they’re on screen? Just me? Okay then.

Finally: I don’t live in the U.S. and I limit my intake of international political news for the sake of my mental health, so while I’ve heard of Stacey Abrams—and literally heard her on the official Star Trek podcast last year—I had no idea what she actually looks like, and I was pretty hilariously confused the first time through that ending, lol.

But Ms. Abrams has serious and legitimate Trekkie cred, so I’m equal parts delighted for her as a fellow fan, and somewhat spitefully enjoying how much it’s enraged the alt-right scumbags who for some reason have a perpetual hate-boner for this show. Star Trek has never been for fascists and it never will be, and I approve of anything that rubs that permanent and incontrovertible fact in their faces. :) :) :)

Onward to Season 5!

[Screenshots from the fabulous cygnus-x1.net]

[mypoisonedvine]

pls give us more dad!bodecker i love him sm

(gets smutty below the cut but it's mostly fluff!)

“Daddy!” Beatrice squealed as she tumbled across the room to latch onto Lee’s legs the second he’d burst through the door, Penny following just behind in a crawl.  Lee laughed as he knelt down and scooped them both up in his arms, gasping in surprise as Beatrice kissed him on the cheek.

“Oh, I get a kiss?” he grinned.  She kissed him again and he squeezed her tight.  “You’re gonna spoil me, Bea.”

“Do I get to give Daddy a kiss, too?” you asked your daughter, but she wrapped her arms around his neck and shook her head.  “No, you want him all to yourself?”

“She’s already gettin’ bossy like her mama,” Lee winked.

You rolled your eyes before leaning in and giving your husband a kiss anyway, regardless of Beatrice giving you the stink eye as he set her down.

“How’s Lee Jr. doing?” he asked, putting his hand on your belly where it was just starting to protrude.

“How are you so sure it’s a boy?” you pressed.

“I think if I wish for it hard enough, it’ll have to come true,” he decided, handing Penny to you when she reached in your direction.

“And if it’s a girl?”

“Then I’ll love her just the same... and get you pregnant again as soon as possible,” he smirked.

“Am I supposed to be eternally pregnant until you get a son?”

“No, no, I might still want more after that, too.”

You giggled but truly, you loved your children so much and you didn’t at all mind the idea of a big family.  And Lee was a great father-- so much better than his own, doting and patient and generous, never angry.  If anything he had forced you to be the disciplinarian because he couldn’t bring himself to yell at his favorite girls (which included you, of course).

Beatrice was a force of nature at only five years old, unlike Penny who was only two-and-a-half adorably shy.  They were joined at the hip, though, and excited about the prospect of a new little sibling to play with.  Even though you mocked him for it, you wanted a boy, too, even if just to watch Lee dote on him.  You were going to have to bargain with him about not making him a Junior, though.  

Dinner was almost peaceful as the four of you crowded around the table; Lee helped Beatrice cut her food while you fed Penny in her high chair with those cute rubber-coated baby spoons.

"You gonna eat them vegetables, Bea?" Lee asked her as he watched her push them around with her fork. She shook her head, making Lee frown. "But they're so yummy, see?" he smiled as he shoved a huge bite of his own into his mouth. "Mmm," he hummed, overacting as he chewed.

Beatrice didn't seem convinced, giving her dad a crooked stare.

"I bet if you eat all your veggies, Daddy will let you have a piece of candy," you suggested.

Suddenly, Beatrice was shovelling the green beans into her mouth like it was a race. "All done!" she announced around a mouth full of food.

Lee insisted on putting them to bed while you rested after dinner, even though he'd already helped you cook and cleaned up everything for you. You were reading a book when he came back in, smiling and resting his head against the doorframe.

"Did they go down pretty easy?" you asked, not looking up from the paper until he failed to answer, just standing there and staring at you. "What are you looking at?"

"Just my beautiful wife," he smiled, finally stepping in and shutting the door behind you, joining you on the bed as you set down your book. "Can't a man look at his wife?"

"Yes, but it'd be nice if he answered her questions while he did it," you smirked.

"It took a few bedtime stories but I got 'em to settle down," he explained as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into him.

"So the girls are asleep, then?" you asked slowly, tracing over the exposed sliver of his chest where his shirt was unbuttoned. He looked down at you with a raised eyebrow.

"Sure, what's it to ya?"

"I just thought maybe you'd wanna do more than just look at your wife..."

A low growl rattled his throat and made you clench your thighs together as he slowly untied your robe, letting it fall open and exposing your naked body to him. "Think you can keep quiet, pretty girl?"

You nodded and bit your lip as those thick fingers tickled over your hips and finally found themselves between your legs, slowly teasing you there until your head fell back on his shoulder.

"Feel good, sweetpea?" he asked lowly.

"Yes," you gasped, "please, Lee, don't make me wait too long, I need you inside me..."

He chuckled, rolling you onto your side while he started to open his belt and slacks. You moaned and arched your back, waiting for him to push into you. Instead the head of his cock began to tease you as well, rubbing your clit and sliding over your opening.

"Daddy, please," you whimpered.

"I bet you want it rough, little girl," he groaned right against your ear, making you shiver. "I bet you wish I'd fuck you hard and rough, choke you, slap you, spank you..."

You nodded feverishly, "god, yes, please!"

"But you know I can't when you're pregnant," he reminded you.

"Not so much that you can't but that you won't," you sighed.

"You're sick of all this tender lovemaking, huh? You want something dirty and quick," he posited, laughing as you nodded again and tried to push your hips down onto his cock. "Needy slut."

You whimpered at the name and felt even more wetness warming your entrance.

"Oh, look at that," he purred, "so wet and ready for me."

He pushed in rougher than usual, just enough to make you groan as you bit down on your lip. Holding your hips down, he fucked you slow but deep. "Fuck, just like that, daddy, thank you," you moaned.

"What a noisy little fucktoy you are," he laughed. "Keep moanin' for my cock, whore."

His thrusts got faster, rougher, deeper as his vock started to flex within you. "Gonna fill you up, pretty baby, gonna fuckin' fill you up-- ah fuck!"

You didn't really have a choice as every movement was sliding against your swollen g-spot, and at this angle his balls slapped your clit when he was all the way inside.

Your eyes were closed so you didn't see his fingers pressing into your mouth, you only felt them as you obediently opened your lips and sucked him in. He moaned as you swirled your tongue around them, and took them in your throat effortlessly.

"You're so well-trained, you don't even gag anymore," he chuckled. "Every guy in town is already jealous of me, can you imagine if they knew how well you take me in your throat? If they knew how much you beg me to breed your pussy? If they knew what a cock-hungry, desperate slut you are for me? Their heads would fuckin' explode."

You keened and arched your back further, pushing the tip of him so deep that your whole body quivered. He leaned closer to suck a mark on your neck, his teeth digging into your skin just enough to make your eyes roll back in your head from the mix of pain and pleasure.

"Hmm, you like that idea, don't you? You want them to know... you like the attention, you like when they watch you walk past and their wives get jealous," he growled. "Fuckin' whore, you know it drives me crazy-- is that what you like about it? Makin' me lose my mind worrying that my wife could get any man she wants?"

"I just want you," you promised, "only you, daddy, there's nobody else, I swear!"

"Just shut up and listen," he hissed, clamping his hand down over your mouth. "You can't lie to me when I'm inside you, pretty girl, now just be honest: you like making your poor daddy jealous, don't you?"

Nervously, you nodded against the hand on your face.

"Of course you do," he smiled, "'cause you like how I fuck you when I wanna make sure you're mine."

You nodded again, muffled moans getting louder as your orgasm started building faster than even you expected.

"You've got this pretty mark on your neck to show for it," he purred as he licked where the bruise was forming, "so you and everybody else knows how good your daddy fucked you."

"I'm close," you mumbled.

"What was that?" he asked, removing his hand from your mouth.

"I'm close!"

"Oh, I knew that," he laughed, "I can feel your pussy grippin' me so tight, tryna make me come in ya. Is that what you want, princess?"

"Yes!" you moaned, almost screaming it, "yes, come in me, daddy, I love you so much, please!"

His come coated your walls as they flexed and pulsed for him, warmth seeping into you from the inside out.

Both of you caught your breath as he laid back and rolled you until you were laying on his chest. "You're okay, right? I wasn't too rough with ya?"

"No, I'm fine," you chuckled, "you really are a softie, Sheriff."

"Ooh, you only call me that after I love you up real good," he beamed, kissing your forehead.

"That's not true, I call you that when we're out in public," you denied.

"Yeah, but before we go out in public I always love you up real good," he smirked. You slapped his chest playfully but it was generally pretty true. "I'd better get up and take my shower, get ready for bed an' all."

"No," you protested, clutching his torso, "don't go yet... just stay here until I fall asleep, please?"

"Okay, sweet girl," he sighed, relaxing under your touch, "close your eyes."

You always fell asleep so easily when you were in his arms.

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Honor him. Younger Mercenary Oberyn Martell x f!reader fanfic. #Writer Wednesday 05/26/2021

Summary: You receive the worst news, Oberyn Martell died, your first lover and the first adventure you lived.

Once when you were younger you ran away from your house escaping an unhappy engagement and the promise of a dull life. But your family hired an elite force of mercenaries to find you not knowing that their leader is a Prince of Dorne.

Word count: 6,5k (ups sorry)

Warning: Blood, violence, Oberyn’s death is mentioned as canon in the book and show, Ophidiophobia(fear of snakes), unhappy arranged marriage, alcohol. +18 SMUT (it means no minors, pls) virgen f!reader, oral sex (f¡ receiving descriptive, male receiving mentioned) p in v sex (unprotected cos there’s no durex in Essos BUT USE PROTECTION IN REAL LIFE PEOPLE) grieving.

A/N: I'M SORRY I'M LATE this is for #Writer Wednesday, the challenge created by @autumnleaves1991-blog

I read the books a long time ago, yep, I’m one of those people that said “I’ll finish them when George publish them all” so I got ASOIAF wiki and run with it, so buckle up for some bad geography from Essos and inaccurate cultural stuff. I think this is the longest thing I’ve written and the smuttiest, so sorry if it’s cringy.

Honor him

“Apparently he won the combat but the wounds were too severe and he died”

You raise your eyes from the book. One of the young servants whispers to another collecting the dead leaves on the ground.

“What is it?”

They rise from the ground nervously expecting that you will scold them for gossiping

“We heard the news from the world. A bard was chanting them on the market, my lady” she approaches the fountain; you’re seated on the ceramic tile, feet inside the water, refreshing from the blazing sun in this part of Essos.

“And what did he say?”

“He said there was a trial in Kingslanding. For the death of king Joffrey, and it was his cousin...”

“His uncle, the imp” clarifies the other and the other girl rolls her eyes

“Yes, his uncle was on trial for his murder. And Prince Oberyn from Dorne was his champion”

“The imp asked for a trial by combat, you see, my lady” adds the other

“He battled the Mountain; he crushed the prince’s skull apparently”

“But! but! His blade had poison on it so the Mountain died too” says the other girl excitedly

“Oberyn died?” you mutter, your hands are limp and you don’t realize that you have drop your book until you hear the “blop” sound in the water and it splashed your tunic

Your mind travels to years past in an instant: A journey through the vast empty lands of this continent and how you loved for the first time.

The pages of your book are getting more and more transparent while the black trickles of ink disappear in the water. You wish to scream, to rip your clothes and your hair out of your scalp but you do nothing.

“Are you alright, my lady?” the girls look at each other when you don’t move or try to retrieve your book from the water.

You always thought the greatest pain he gave you was leaving you at your father’s door many years ago, but now he’s gone forever. You always thought, while looking from your window at night, that you will see him one day, coming back on his dark horse ready to steal you away again, but now that he’s dead that small hope, that tiny flame that you kept in your heart is gone.

Your childish hopes and dreams of reviving your first love are shattered. It’s true that your life has changed, you’re a grown woman now, wiser and experience but you still fantasize over him, seeing his face and his hands on your lovers.

“We should call physician” you heard them whisper, but so far away

“Where is he anyway?”

“At his clinic, you silly girl, run”

“You do not need to call him” you mutter “I’m fine. Excuse me”

Not caring for splashing water all over the house, you run to your chambers and collapse into your bed. Buried in the soft pillows, you cried, muffling your howls with them so nobody could hear. Late in the night the moon and stars shine bright casting bluish shadows in your room.

Your body is tired but restless and in the night shade a timid ray of white light illuminates that small scar in your forearm in the shape of a half-moon. And you kiss it, at least you will always have something of his carved in your skin.

Many years ago. Essos.

“You’re cheating, boy” the big man slams the table, the wooden pieces and the coins that all the players have laid at the center fall down. He points at you spitting from a mouth full of crooked black teeth “Show me your arms, boy, I know you’re lying”

“I’m just lucky, sir” you raise your blouse’s sleeves and your arms up innocently and somehow it makes him angrier

He insults you in whatever language he speaks and slams the table up, the players run and the loud tavern suddenly gets quite, waiting for the next movement. You’re an ant in front of that enormous giant, when he stands tall and walks menacingly towards you, you freeze, he doesn’t listen to you when you apologize, it doesn’t matter anyway, you just did to gain time and look for an exit but the room is too crowded.

“Here, boy, I’ve also many tricks under my sleeve” he has a dirty bag hanging from his belt and takes it and throws it at you. It lands at your feet and for a second you smirk not knowing what a bag could do to you, but then it moves and in a blur you see a green and yellow thing twisting until you feel it pressing and slithering over your body. The snake, a beautiful, shiny creature with vibrant colors faces you hissing and shows its fangs. Everything happens to fast. Out of instinct you protect your face with your arms and the animal understands this as a threat and it bites. The pain rings like a bell all over your body every nerve in your body aflame.

In a second, cold blood wets your face and you gasp when you see the snake’s head slide to the side separated from its body with a clean cut.

“I’m sorry for the demise of your little friend” A tall lean man stands beside the giant. You can’t see his face, since he’s covered with black turban and his body is in full armor. One of his arms still holds a curved sword that has snake blood on it; the other has a dagger pointed to your enemy’s neck.

“That viper was worth more than you or your little friend and you will pay for it”

“I doubt it. You know my little friend here” and he points his sword to you “it’s worth a lot and if I don’t tend to her wound rapidly she will die and that’s a shame. So, decide now, do you want to be a setback or do you want to keep living your stinky life longer?”

By brute force, the giant decides his fate and tries to disarm the man who in a swift movement cuts his throat and his blood and destiny joints that of his pet.

“You’ve been quite difficult to find, child” he opens the fabric covering his face. His eyes are dark, dark beard covers his defined jaw line and an amused smirk graces his handsome face. “Let me see that arm” he lowers his weapons, shamelessly cleaning his dagger on the back of the dead tall man and walks to you until your back is pressed against one of the tavern columns. Sheathing his sword, his hand takes yours and raises your arm, evaluating the wound and he hums deeply “Oh, sweet child”

“Am I going to die?” you cry

“Probably”

“If it’s my father who commands you to find me, I beg you to let me die; I do not wish to go back. Death is better than that dreadful place” you shake your head determined but terrified at the same time. He looks at you with his brow troubled

“Death is never better than anything” and he drags your arm to his face. His dark gaze fix on you while he sucks on the wound so hard that for a moment you think he’s drinking your life away. But then he lets you go and spits to the ground “Let’s hope that’s enough. You will come with me so I can give you the antidote”

“I told you, I have no desire to return to my home”

“It’s a pity, then, that I don’t care about that” he grins.

He gave you so many small jars to drink. Some tasted sweet some bitter and some other made you want to vomit and not drink or eat ever again. But you’re alive. A few hours passed, and then a day, then two, and you’re irrevocably getting back home.

You’ve learnt that your father, in an attempt to find you, has commissioned this elite group of mercenaries to retrieve you; and he’s the leader. It’s a small company but that doesn’t make them any less dangerous. All of them seemed to have many different skills, weapons hidden at every corner of their body, they speak languages you don’t know and you ride your horse tied to it watching each one of them with a suspicious look. After two days riding with them you have decided that there’s no way you could escape now. There’s always one of them standing guard and just a small glare your way gets every thought of escaping out of your head. So, even if it’s dramatic, you decided that your best option is to die. A few days in the desert without water and food and your father will receive a corpse.

“Drink, little girl, you’re withering like a flower” the leader, the man that saved you, says handing you the waterskin

“No, thank you” you turn your head, seated under the shadow of a very thin and dry bush. The orange and violet light announces the immanent sunset where you have stopped for the day.

“You’ve been refusing water all day. You have to drink” he says and pushes the waterskin to your face once more.

“No, thank you” you repeat and he sighs. Thinking you’ve won as he throws the waterskin by his side, you smile subtly until he’s close, crouched down, knees over the sand, looking at you.

“Maybe being a spoiled little flower works for your father, but not to me. Drink or I will make you” He takes your chin and raises it to meet his eyes

“I’m not thirsty” you say, your lips are already dry and they hurt, your tongue is thick inside your mouth and your body screams for just one drop.

“Don’t challenge me, child” he lowers his voice and you gulp

“I’m not a child” you protest, he keeps calling you that and honestly you don’t think he’s much older that you

“Then why do you behave like one? Drink, for the last time” His mouth is a fine line now and his grip on your chin is a little bit firmer

When you don’t answer he opens the waterskin and tucking on your lower lip he pours a small trickle of water in your mouth. The liquid taste sweet, your body works on it own and you open your mouth to drink more with desperation.

“So you weren’t thirsty...stubborn girl” he smirks and you want to slap his smug and beautiful face

He stops pouring water and laughs when you rise up drinking the last drops before he puts the cap on it.

“Look at you, not a withering flower anymore” the mercenary brushes his knuckles over you cheek and you feel them burn “What else do you want?” his thumb caress your chin gathering the small drops of water on your skin and spreads it over your lower lip.

You feel your bones burning, a tension in your lower belly that you haven’t feel many times and that makes you ask for something you don’t even know, so you just answer a timid yes and let him guide you to the fire and the rest of the company.

One of the mercenary is skinning some rabbits, methodically pulling the skin off with blood hands and a deathly gaze fix on you “So she decided to join us” she says

“Oberyn can be really persuasive” another, a big bald man with a beard tinted in blue, adds

So his name is Oberyn, where have you heard that name before?

“Remember that her father is paying for the whole of her, untouched he said” a lean blonde woman, with her face full of black and blue tattoos, is lounged over the bags sharpening her knives

“Well, I hope he doesn’t see her arm, that viper left her with a beautiful scar” Oberyn sits down and helps the mercenary skinning the animals and impales them and puts them to roast on the fire

“I’m not talking about that kind of viper...” she says and the company laughs

“I’m right here” they stop laughing looking at you as if you have done something they deem impossible

“So she speaks” the bearded man says

“She does but it may take some convincing” Oberyn smiles at you over the flames that illuminate his striking and sharp features “If you wish to eat, sweet flower, why don’t tell us how did you escape? We love a good story while we camp”

“Your father was convinced some ragged boy had stole you from your palace” adds the blonde woman

You smile, feeling some kind of pride for your plan, that, looking at it from perspective, did not grant you what you wanted but at least you had a good run. You tell them about how you disguised as a ragged boy lurking a few nights prior your escape so that the servants suspected about somebody being guilty of your disappearing. And how you ran away the night of your betrothal and made it look as if somebody had kidnapped you.

“I ran out of money in Lys so I had to beg, or steal, or gamble for a few coins. And then you found me” you finish your tale, sucking on your fingers, the meat is the best you ever tasted but yet again it must be the hunger from this days refusing to eat or drink.

“I’m almost tempted to let you go, young one, you seem a very resourceful girl” the beard man that you now know as Uhlan smiles at you proudly

“Think about the money” the blonde woman, Rikan, chew on a bone and toss it to the fire

“I’m always thinking about it, why do you think I’m a sellsword?” he jests

“Because you were a street rat with a broad back as broad as your stupidity and it’s the only thing you can do” Rikan spits and Uhlan laughs, a deep and low chuckle that resonates as a thunder.

“She’s a little princess, she couldn’t have survived much longer” the other woman, Shifa adds, the rest of the company has changed the way they look at you, but her. She still squints at you

“There’re princes that have survived worse” Uhlan counters and suddenly there’s a heavy and uncomfortable silence over them. You look at all of them trying to understand and you see Oberyn looking at his feet until he claps his hands together “Let’s get some sleep, we have a long way ahead”

It’s surprising what food, water and company can achieve. You’re smiling more, you almost forget that you will be delivered to your father and future husband within days, Uhlan tells you about his many adventures, how he almost die in Yiti, how he rode once with a Khalassar and that he had seen the great shadow in the East. Rikan has gifted you a knife “a girl needs to defend herself” she said and proceed to show you how to kill a man in many different ways “If you want to kill your husband though, you must ask Oberyn, he’s the one that knows about poisons and how to kill somebody without raising suspicions”

“How does he know that?” you ask, leaning to the right so you get close to her horse, Oberyn rides beside Shifa before you; both of them speaking in a language you don’t understand

“He has studied many things; he’s been all over the world. He was almost a Maester once, but preferred to travel, fight and fuck the world before he gets back to his duties”

“Duties?”

“He’s a prince” she whispers a mischievous smile on her lips “he doesn’t want to talk about it, because it makes people treat him differently or underestimate him. So don’t tell him it was me, blame the big rat”

“Did somebody call me?” Uhlan screams at the back

“You do have a sharp ear when you want, my friend”

You arrive to Myr at dusk. The city is still vibrating, the merchants offering everything you could imagine and the streets smell like thousands spices. And you absorb it all with wide eyes and open mouth.

“It’s a beautiful world, my sweet flower, and you wanted to end your life” Oberyn raises his voice over the people chatting and selling stuff

“If only it could always be like this” you answer, your smile dies in your mouth remembering this is a passing thing. The adventure will be over soon.

“Life gives us many opportunities to dwell in its pleasures; you have only to acquire a keen eye to recognize the perfect moment to seize it”

“Are you implying that I will have another chance to escape?” you scoff

“Maybe...if that is what you want or maybe to enjoy your life as a married woman, who knows”

You sigh deeply trying to ignore the thoughts about your future husband, that drunken bastard, boring and dull that your father chose.

“Or you could run away and avoid your responsibilities; you can create your own destiny, my sweet flower”

“And that’s what you are doing? Avoiding your duties?” you stop in your tracks and he watches you for a moment, chewing on his lower lip

“Maybe” he answers finally

“I’m tired of being treated as if I was overreacting being a spoiled child while you are here doing exactly what I did, ran away, from the duties of a noble life. I’m not overreacting; all I want is to decide if I want to live my life bearing children for my fool husband and maybe die giving birth or out of boredom and disappointment or try my luck in the wild world. Isn’t that what you are doing? Travel, fight and fuck the world? What’s the difference between me and you?” The people surround you, the company has already enter the tavern in front of you knowing they shouldn’t meddle

“Travel, fight and fuck the world seem a pretty good title for a book. Maybe when I’m old I will write my adventures under that title” he laughs

“I’m glad I amuse you” you spat with your arms crossed

“I apologize if I made you feel that I was underestimating you. Do not confuse my laughter with mockery, I know how you feel and I understand.” He comes close to you, each hand on your arms, pressing them lightly “Believe me, I wouldn’t have accepted this job if your father didn’t pay so well. I have to get back home and I want to leave my company with enough resources so they can continue on their own” he explains, he bends his neck so you are so close you can smell his scent, leather, horse and the dessert. “But that doesn’t mean we cannot enjoy ourselves while it lasts” Oberyn smiles and passes his arm over your shoulders “Have you tasted the wine from Myr?” you shake your head “It’s the sweetest”

The wine is starting to play with your mind, your smile falls languidly over the corner of your lips and you don’t know why you’re laughing but whatever song Uhlan is singing is the funniest thing you’ve heard. Rikan laughs by your side, her laugh is actually sweet and high making her look less menacing. Shifa is the only one that doesn’t look amused at all and he drinks from her goblet eyeing the tavern, especially you, with hatred.

“C’mon, Shifa, we know you can smile” Uhlan grabs her in a bear hug but she squeezes herself out of it

“Let me alone, you brute”

“You haven’t talked much since we retrieve the little girl over here, tell us what’s going on in that little twisted mind of yours?” the man jokes and the other mercenary glares at him

“I’m going to my chamber” She drinks the rest of her drink and strides to the rooms, pushing the drunken people in her way

“Leave her, Uhlan! She’s just jealous that her prince is not directing his attentions only to her lately” Rikan says winking at you

Oberyn has been absent having a conversation in another table until he comes back with a serious expression

“I’m partially offended that you think our company it’s not worth your time” Uhlan says sliding to give him enough space to seat by his side

“Huh, so I guess Shifa is not the only one jealous” Rikan drinks looking at him over her goblet

“Shut up!”

“Where is she?” Oberyn asks

“She went to her chamber” Uhlan serves him wine “So what was about those ugly bastards that got your attention; I thought you had a very refined taste”

“Those are Westerosi men; I wanted to get news of the world. Some of us still appreciate the pursuit of knowledge, my friend” Oberyn taps on his big shoulder

“I appreciate the pursuit of a good fuck better, my friend. Let’s see if those Westerosi want to share some news with me, Rikan are you coming? I’m always lucky with you around”

“I don’t like Westerosi” she snarls

“I don’t care, I just need you to be there so they take a good look at your ugly face and they get convinced that fucking with me is the good option of the two of us” he jokes with one of those thunder like chuckles

Rikan laughs and she follows him, waddling towards the men’s table.

“I should go to my room” you say, rising too fast and the whole room twists and turns

“You liked the wine, I see” he observes you grab the wooden table for your dear life until you find your balance

“Too sweet, I haven’t noticed it until it was too late”

“Let me guide you then”

Oberyn grabs you by your waist and helps you climb the stairs to the second floor. People gather around the aisle, laughter and moans fill the air and the heat of Oberyn skin over yours and the boldness giving by the alcohol make you pressed your body against his a little tighter than its necessary.

“This is you” he says opening the door for you

“Is it true what you said about creating our own destiny?” you collapse on his firm chest, your hands brushing over his neck

“Yes, sweet flower”

“Sweet flower” you mimic his accent “Say it one more time” your glossy lips, sticky with wine, leave a kiss on the tan uncover skin of his chest. His laugh makes you raise your head

“You need to sleep, child”

“No, no!” you slap his hand away when he tries to push you inside the room “Don’t call me that, I’m not a child. I’m a woman” you try to fix your posture to seem taller but you body stumbles to one side almost falling down

“What you are is a very inebriated girl. Good night, my sweet flower” he says closing the door

“Are you going to Shifa’s room?” the words escape your lips before you can think and he lingers on the door with an eyebrow raised

“Why do you ask that?”

“I don’t want you to go to her” again the words are out before you process them

“And what do you want me to do?” Oberyn closes the door behind him. And you breathe deeply a mixture of excitement and fear.

“Stay with me” you mutter

“Believe me I would, but you don’t know what you are asking. It is the wine speaking”

“No it’s not” you pout again falling into his arms, hearing how you sound like a spoiled little girl, you cough “It’s not” you repeat

“Right, let me take you to bed then”

You gasp looking at him with wide eyes. Oberyn hugs your body and walks towards the simple bed at the corner until you both fall down on the soft mattress

“Oberyn” you whisper “I have to tell you something before we...”

“Tell me, sweet flower” He lays beside you, posing his head over his fist

“I’m...I’ve never...” you stutter

“No need to worry” with his free hand he starts to brush his index finger from your brow to the tip of your nose so slowly and softly that you feel your eyes closing down

“Are you trying to make me sleep as if I was a puppy?” you slur

“Shh” he continues until the room goes dark and you cannot open your eyes for much that you try

“Sweet dreams, sweet flower” you hear before you blank out.

The sun pierces your eyes as if its rays were daggers. The company laughs at your expense, but yet again, Shifa hisses and insults you in some language but it’s evident that she said something nasty because Oberyn glares at her.

“No more Myr wine for you, little girl” Uhlan laughs helping you get on your horse

“Never” you murmur

The pain in the back of your head and the unstoppable thirst you have makes you moody, and it doesn’t help that you know you’re one day away from your home. But everything is worse with the hard sting of jealousy. It’s not that Oberyn does much, but he rides along side her, speaking in that stupid language you don’t understand, and she makes him laugh, he watches with attention whatever she points at during the way. He looks at her, talks to her. All you want is to rush your stupid horse and take her place.

It gets worse when Shifa sees you observing them; knowing damn well what you feel, she becomes softer, leaving touches on his skin, whispers things on his ear. And you can see the intimacy, the camaraderie that they share and that you will never have. And she’s a woman not a little girl, fierce, independent, and strong; and you cannot stop comparing yourself to her.

You arrive to a small town in between the domains of the two free cities, just hours away from the gates of Pentos.

“We will spent the night here, we need to be presentable for tomorrow”

The town has a small and humble bath house. The simple exterior made of red brick doesn’t show the beauty it has in its interior. The garden inside is made of brick and ceramic creating beautiful arches that frame the pool in the middle; green vines crept over the walls and the tender murmur of water is the only sound you can hear.

“We have rooms to accommodate you for the night once you’re done with your baths” the lady, owner of the house, announces and snaps her fingers towards the servants so they get everything ready.

“Thank you” Oberyn says bowing his head “Wash away the dust of our journey, my friends. Specially you, Uhlan” he jokes, slapping the big man’s belly

“You’re as stinky as me, my prince, but the Gods didn’t give me a beautiful face”

The company strips shamelessly, you think that they’re so comfortable around each other that they don’t think twice before submerge their naked bodies in the fresh water.

You stay by the side, taking off your shoes and rolling your sleeves so you can wash your feet and face. You avert your eyes when you see that Oberyn’s armor is on the floor. Your eyes fixed on the water and the blue tiles at the bottom, but you cannot stop from raising your eyes just a little.

His magnificent, strong, and tight body, his beautiful golden skin is marked in scars in some parts, you see the muscles on his legs tensing and relaxing as he gets in the pool. Your eyes travel through the room to avoid seeing him in his full grace.

“C’mon child, you don’t want to be stinky when you meet your father” Rikan splash water at you

“I-I”

“Let her be, she’s scare of my big cock” Uhlan laughs

“That thing that you can barely get up? C’mon, child, it is harmless” The blonde mercenary swims towards you and grabs your hand to pull you in

“Rikan, leave her, let’s finish and we will leave her some privacy” Oberyn says under the small waterfall brushing his skin with a small piece of soap

“Your husband’s eyes will be the only ones that will see you naked” Shifa says and she swims towards Oberyn. Her body is toned and muscular. She joints him under the water stream and when she tries to touch him, he moves away.

You don’t want to smile, but you do, until you remember that he refused you the other night and tonight is the last night you’ll spend with them. Shifa will have him for whatever time she wants.

Eventually they leave the pool, putting on some fresh clothes and rubbing some scent oils on their skins and they look different, less mercenary and more like elite warriors with a thousand adventures to tell. You will miss them; they are the only friends you have ever had.

“Thank you” you say stopping their banter over who’s going to take which room, they look at you confused “Thank you for rescuing me” you say with a trembling voice

“It’s nothing, child” Uhlan says and you see his big eyes shine

“We will give you some privacy” Rikan nods

When they are away you take off those stinky clothes you’ve been wearing since you escape. You moan feeling the water soften your muscle and you enjoy the strong cascade of water hitting your back until your bones feel like liquid inside your skin.

“I never expected you to thank us for getting you to your father” his voice gets you out of the trance, and you don’t open your eyes when you hear the soft sound of clothes hitting the ground and the splash of water when he gets inside the pool again.

“I didn’t thank you for that, but for rescuing me” you answer still your eyes closed under the waterfall “And saving my life” you pass your hand over the now healed wound, a moon shape scar where he suck the venom out of you.

Oberyn fingers grab your wrist, raising your arm towards his lips and planting kisses alongside your veins until he arrives to the thicker skin of the scar, sucking again on it.

“Do you still believe that it was better to let you die from the snake’s bite than to be back home?” he whispers against your skin, his beard tickling you over your pulse

“I still can run away” you open one eye. Oberyn looks amused at you

“Will you?” he asks saving the distance between you

“I don’t know. Will you come get me if I do?” You approach him, intertwining your hands on his neck

“The world is big and beautiful; it will be a shame that a sweet flower like you rots in a place like this all her life” he turns his head and leaves a kiss on each of your arms

“So that’s a no” you laugh but the pain in your heart is real

“I have to leave Essos soon, I guess the time for adventures is up” he exhales deeply

“Just the last one then” you’re surprised of your boldness when you rise on your tiptoes to kiss his lips

It is soft at first. Just tasting him, tempting him to show you more, and he does. Oberyn opens his mouth and sucks on your lower lip and when your mouth is open he savors you with his tongue. He holds your face on his large palms guiding you softly until the kiss deepens and your hands leave his neck roaming through his back and he reciprocates. His hand caresses every inch from your neck to your arms. You moan in protest when he breaks the kiss but then his kisses move to your neck nibbling your skin. He pampers every part of you with his attention, soft kisses and bites over the top of you breast.You cry out laughing when he grabs you and rise by the waist so he can access your tits. You circle his waist with your legs and you hold yourself on his shoulders.

Any good sense in you, any coherent thought gets lost one his mouth sucks on your nipples and you kiss his head trying to control your panting. The sounds that come out of you seem so far away, his low grunts and moans over your breast melt you and you feel the heat gathering between your legs.

“My sweet flower, you have the sweetest tits” he moans and he lowers you so he can kiss you one more time. You run your fingers over his dark hair, his impossibly close to you but you need more. You need him like those drops of water he poured in you the first time. The hunger, the jealousy and desire you felt these past days have reached its peak and you think your heart will collapse. You repeat his name on his lips like a plea.

Oberyn carries you to the side of the pool, and you feel your cheeks burning, your body in goose flesh feeling exposed and at his mercy now that the water is not covering you. He takes his time admiring you, his brow eyes eating every pore of your skin. Kissing your legs he parts them grabbing you by the hips he positions you just at the edge of the pool. He palms your breasts one more time, gracing each nipple with a small pinch that makes you moan loudly. You get flustered, gaining a bit of your conscience back

“No need to be shy, my love, let go. I wish to hear every sweet moan, drink every drop of this sweet cunt” he plants a kiss on your navel, before lowering his face. His first lick between your lips makes you marvel of the unknown sensation. His eyes are fixed on you while he licks faster and sucks between your small lips, when you tense, every single fiber of your body burning, he changes his rhythm, lapping languidly all your sex and back again, fast and slow, and never too much. Until you’re gasping for air and pushing him away

“Please, it’s too much”

“Let me show you, trust me” his wet mouth bites you inner thigh before he starts again. This time you reach the point of no return faster. A wide abyss before you where you skin burns and you heart beat faster until you fall, crying his name. And he holds you, planting kisses all over you body, every part he can reach. The gasps lead to laughter

“What happe...how?” you ask

“I have many things to show you my sweet flower” he smiles

Oberyn lets you in his room. The warm night breeze moves the white curtains and the moonshine casts its rays so you can see him get on top of you with the warmest of smiles.

“Do you still want this, my flower?” he asks

You grab him by the neck and let your lips answer for you. Lowering your touch you push his back so he presses his body against you even tighter.

“Please, please” you beg on his ear

He reaches between your bodies and brushes the tip of his cock on your lips coating it in your arousal, before pushing gently. You gasp at the intrusion; it’s not pain what you feel but definitively a bit uncomfortable at first

“Let me in, my sweet, relax for me” Oberyn bends his neck to kiss and bite your tits. The pleasure turns your body into a withering mess until you’re full of him.

He moves lazily at first letting you grow used to his length and width while he observes your face

“Is it alright my love?”

“I need more” you murmur

“More?” He rises, pressing the weight of his body on his knees and opens you wider grabbing the soft skin on your hips “Like this?” he thrusts deep and fast with each word and you nod biting your lip. His pace is unforgiving, and you cannot think, all you can feel is him, and his sweet words and praises combined with the slaps of wet skin and the creaks of this old bed. Your fingers scratch softly on his chest trying to hold into something when you feel that abyss again, but this time you let it go and it hits you harder. Oberyn collapses over you letting your cunt squeeze him even tighter, slowly dragging himself in and out until he sense his release coming and he pushes harder once, twice until he spills his warm seed.

You kiss his brow, wet from exhaustion and the pool, in a way the cage he’s forming with his body pressed against the mattress is the freest you have ever felt.

The dawn wakes you up, many years later, a harrowing pain in your chest remembering how he kissed you a thousand times, how you slept caged in his arms for a few hours and then woke up with his face between your thighs

“Does it hurt?” he asked and you flinched, feeling the swollen and sensitive skin “I will kiss it better” he said. And you made love again, he moved you in the bed showing how to touch your body and how to touch him, how to pleasure him with your mouth as he did to you. Until the sun invaded the room and crashed your safe space between the shadows. You could no longer hide from your destiny, it was time to go.

He left you, a small and decent kiss on your hand and bid you farewell wishing you a happy life.

You remember running, not paying attention to your father’s complaints and your mother’s cries while you soon-to-be husband drank wine unbothered by the whole thing. You ran to the balcony watching his dark horse taking him out of the city.

He never looked back, and with his parting figure you promised you will live your life happy even if you have to run for it. That you will live adventures on your own until life gives you the last drop of its joy and pleasure. In a way you promised to honor him without knowing one day it will come true.

So you woke up, older, wiser, in your own house, after many adventures lived, and after a sleepless night mourning him, you grab paper and ink and write:

“Travel, fight and fuck the world: the Adventures of an Unusual Lady”

[arhvste]

Hi! I saw your Dad hcs and istg I wanted more 🥺 can you please make a part two with Sakusa (God i love this man) Hinata, Bokuto and Ushijima (do add more if you want) your works are amazing but the Dad hcs got me 💘

i re-read all my work last night and i consciously kept spelling sakusa’s name wrong 🤠 like i know his name i know what it sounds like but i kept getting mixed up between sasuka, sakura and sasuke because they all look the same to me 😳 I'm sorry sakusa pls forgive me 😼

also i will be doing ushijima in a seperate post for dad hcs with two other haikyuu boys a bit later so dw i haven't accidentally missed or ignored it! :) 

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SAKUSA, HINATA AND BOKUTO AS DADS

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SAKUSA

the two fo you only have one kid so far

a 3 year old girl 

you plan to extend your family soon though 👀

you already KNOW this man gets your kid every vaccination available for their age 

he is very protective over his daughter 

boys near her daughter at the playground

NOT on his watch 

he will simply scoop her up and suggest she play somewhere else 

this man doesn't care how mean it may seem

he’s not having his precious daughter surrounded by disgusting b-boys 🤮

“have they had their flu jabs? when was the last time they washed their hands? they're breathing their gross little germs too close to her”

“sakusa, they’re 3.”

sorry but no dating for your daughter 

sakusa teaches his little girl the concept of “boys have cooties” from a very young age 

this man is nothing but proud when that concept sticks with her 😈

“d/n, are you excited for pre-school?”

“daddy said there's going to be boys and boys have cooties so no 😠”

as she gets older though he does become more lenient with her and who she makes friends with 

he’ll secretly love it if you brought her to his games

he’s not huge on pda at all

but he won’t mind being caught on camera embracing the two of you when the team win 

atsumu is not allowed near your daughter when she’s a baby

“omi omiiiii why can’t i ‘ave a look t’cha daughter?”

“because she has been vaccinated and i fear your disgusting germs may be strong enough to over power it”

when she gets older though she straight up approaches atsumu on her own 

“so you’re the rat my daddy talks about a lot? you don’t look like much of a rat?”

atsumu doesn’t know whether he’s flattered that sakusa talks about him or offended that he refers to him as a ‘rat’

he won’t encourage your daughter to play volleyball

he wants her to pick her own hobbies and not feel pressured by his influence on picking an activity she’ll enjoy

secretly hopes your daughter takes up an individual activity like painting or something to keep away from other germ infected kids

but if your daughter does happen to pick a team sport he doesn't complain

she just has to wash her hands before she comes home and have a shower when she comes in

he is a very very proud father 

he may not be very expressive about it 

but he absolutely brags about his kid to other people

“my son won maths star of the week!”

“yeah? well my daughter won student of the year, highest achieving in her class and had 4 boys confess to her this week so”

he does make sure his daughter knows he is very proud of her despite his petty bragging

anything she does he takes pride in her 

it’s her who makes him want to have another kid

so get ready for round two y/n because when sakusa wants something he’ll make sure he gets it 😼

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HINATA

now, you may think hinata would be nothing but pure chaos with his kids 

but

he is actually very responsible 

it’s hardly a surprise though because he grew up with a younger sister whom he took care of a lot 

from the second your triplet boys are born hinata is on it 

at first when you found out you were having triplets your mind went blank

“so like, 3 little shoyou’s running around my legs? 😀”

“ma’am are you okay?”

“i’m finE :)))”

surprisingly  two of your sons took more after you

but the youngest one 

phew 

he doesn't have an off switch 

he’s just like his father 

but that’s what makes him so loveable too

hinata is a doting dad 

he also encourages his kids to go out and make as many friends

he explains all the opportunities he had growing up and how far these opportunities took him to reach is goal

and this is all because he was open to meeting new people and being friendly with them

he makes sure his kids grow up with lots of aunts and uncles surrounding them

he wants his sons to grow up in a close environment 

your kids have so many aunts and uncles because hinata makes a new friend everywhere he goes ufshfi

your oldest son takes a liking to kenma the most 

your second oldest takes a shine to uncle oikawa

and the youngest?

uncle kaegyama ofc 😈

lmao when kageyama holds one of your sons for the first time he holds it by the leg with a straight face 

nobody thought they’d ever see hinata having to show kageyama how to hold a baby properly 

kageyama is lowkey excited he’s the fav but he’s so awkward fjishsgjh

bring your sons to his games 

he will absolutely smile and wave at his kids whenever he scores

and will pull them out excitedly into the arena when they win 

he has you all plastered on his social media 

he thinks everyone should know that you guys are the light of his life

he already had a fulfilled life before his sons but you gave him a whole new concept of love and excitement when they were born

you guys will totally take a vacation to brazil at some point 

hinata wants your family to meet all his friends over in brazil too 

hinata is mr worldwide 😎

with hinata as a dad, your kids will grow up in a very nurturing home

he wants the best for your kids and will teach them from an early age that any goal is possible 

and he’ll support them in every single way he can

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BOKUTO

hinata as a dad isn’t chaos 

bokuto as a dad certainly is

he’s basically a child himself 

you guys have 2 kids

a 5 year old son and a 6 year old daughter

bokuto will try and BEFRIEND your kids

“kou baby, they're your kids not your friends”

“uh says who?”

“biology??? their dna?? the birth certificate??”

he literally lets his kids do whatever they want forcing you to be the bad cop (im so sorry)

your kids want ice cream for dinner?

consider it done

they want to adopt a snake?

bokuto has excitedly taken them to the pet store to pick out one each

you’re always the one who has to say no because if you didn’t these kids would be off the r a i l s

the first time your kids cries he cries

the first time your kids talk he cries

the first time they walk he cries

he’s full of emotion and the love he holds for your kids is often expressed through tears of happiness

when you leave bokuto and the kids alone 

things will go smoothly

until one of them starts crying and bokuto can’t stop them

then the other one starts crying and he is clueless on what to do 

he doesn’t want to call you because he doesn’t want to look pathetic 

so he calls the next best option 

uncle akaashi 😼

akaashi is like a walking parent website hfdjbgu

he literally instructs bokuto on what to do through the phone 

and if they still won't calm down akaashi will just sigh and agree to come over

you come home to the sight of akaashi reading a story book to your two kids who are staring up at him in awe from the floor

along with your husband 

“am i interrupting?”

bokuto will break out into smiles and practically pounce on you when you come home

“everything was under control wasn’t it? right akaashi?” :D”

akaashi will just sigh and give a small smile

“yes bokuto-san, everything was under control”

you give akaashi a small smile of apology and he’ll often join you for dinner

yeah your kids spend a lot of time with uncle akaashi but you know who’s adamant on being the favourite uncle?

uncle kuroo ofc 😎

he will spoil tf out of your kids 

we love rich, capitalist uncle kuroo

and he’ll tell them things about bokuto to irritate him

“kids, your dads a criminal he doesn't pay his taxes”

“taxes?”

“money everyone has to pay the government - basically it’s illegal and i think you should call the police on your dad 😈”

you actually have to stop your kids from calling the police on their dad fbhjdsfgu

again, another dad who wants nothing more than for his kids to come to his games

“HEY HEY HEY THAT”S MY FAMILY!!!”

no boundaries with pda

will pick you all up and shower you all with affection when they win

would love if your kids took up volleyball

would tell them it’s the best sport to play 

and they actually listen to him hduigefuiew

your son becomes a middle blocker 

and your daughter becomes an ace 

bokuto could die from happiness 

he will absolutely teach your kids and play and bring them to msby practices so they can watch up close and play along too

if bokuto is the father of your kids 

good luck but have fun with it

because while yes, he is still your big baby that needs taking care of from time to time

he is also an extremely loving father who would gladly give his kids the world and all the stars

[youreacowgirllikeme]

Objection

Note: I’m a sucker for AUs, so here is a Lawyer!Chris fic nobody asked for, the plot (or whatever) is veery loosely inspired by this book I’m reading atm (The Hating Game) and by the the fact that Chris talking about lawyer stuff is incredibly hot to me

Warning: swearing (a lot), smut, Chris bashing (for the story line, pls don’t take this seriously, I adore this man to death), NSFW, slight exhibitionism

Plus another warning, I am not a lawyer or trained in any other legal profession, so if there are inaccuracies in the way I used certain terms I am sorry

„Objection, your honor, this is hearsay!” you shouted, shooting a furious glance over to the defense table, and to the absolute menace standing in front of it.

Chris Cuomo. The most obnoxious, arrogant, loud-mouthed asshole you ever had the misfortune to meet in court. He was a senior partner at one of New York’s most prestigious law firms, specialized on getting their wealthy clients out of everything from tax fraud to outright corruption.

This man stood for everything that, in your opinion, was wrong with the justice system and this country in general. Everything about him screamed elitist, boarding school, frat boy, preppy rich guy that had everything handed to him on a silver platter. He flaunted his famous last name around whenever he had the chance and it got him right to the top of the business.

You, on the opposite, went to law school on a scholarship, worked your ass of and now practiced law working for the district attorney to prosecute and convict the very people Cuomo tried to kept out of jail to afford the ridiculous Upper East Side Penthouse he probably had. You tried to push the fact that he was one of the most brilliant lawyers you knew aside, because you just hated him. No respect, no admiration for his legal genius, he was the bane of your existence fair and square.

You clashed heads in court more than once, and by now he knew exactly how to rile you up, smug bastard. His current client was accused of tax and investment fraud of incredible extent, and there he was, trying to discredit your main witness in front of the jury with some ridiculous accusations about them having a personal vendetta against the defendant. You saw your case crumbling in front of you as the witness got tangled up in Cuomo’s relentless questioning, stumbling over their own words, their credibility shrinking with each minute.

He did what he did best, lulling in people with his charm and striking when they least expected it. And he always did it with his disgusting smile on his disgustingly handsome face. Yes, of course he had to be a hot, fit, well-built asshole, making your professional life miserable at every chance he got.

Sometimes, he even had the audacity to wink at you. In court. During a trial. You wanted to punch him in his perfect face more than anything else.

The judge disrupted your thoughts.

“Dismissed, Ms. Y/L/N, and mind your tone in my courtroom. And Mr. Cuomo, please keep your questions professional or this interrogation will be over.” The judge said, shooting the both of you a warning glance.

“No more questions anyway, your honor, I think the jury heard it all.” Cuomo said, and almost strutted back to the defense table. And with a look over to the jury, you knew he was probably right. They eyed your witness suspiciously, and you almost wanted to stomp down out of pure rage. The fucker just destroyed your chance for a swift conviction right in front of your eyes. You needed more time to gather new evidence, or this would be over.

“Your honor, the prosecution is asking the court for adjournment.” You said, trying your best to not let your frustration show.

“Granted, the trial will be continued tomorrow. Court is dismissed.”

You put the case files into your bag and practically stormed out of the court room, passing the defense table without as much as a sideward glance.

But he caught up with you in the parking deck of the building.

“You’re aware you can’t win this one, right, Y/L/N? It’s all circumstantial, even you should see that.” His smug voice suddenly said from behind you as you were just about to get into your car.

You whirled around, pulse hammering in your chest out of pure anger.

“This is unprofessional even by your standards, Cuomo, I’m not discussing this case with you in a parking lot. Now why don’t you get into this environmental nightmare you call a car and leave me the hell alone.” You hissed, pointing over to where his obnoxiously big SUV was standing.

“Don’t talk to me like that, Y/L/N, just because you can’t handle yourself in court.” He said, smirk still firmly in place. His hands were playing with the car keys, and you were mesmerized for a second by how large his hands were. They looked like shovels.

“Whatever you’re plotting in that weird little brain of yours, stop staring at me.” Cuomo said, actually sounding a bit unsettled. You snapped out of it and went right back into anger mode.

“Staring at you? God, you’re so fucking full of yourself, aren’t you, you condescending prick? Not everything revolves around you and your spoiled ass, Cuomo.”

“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to, girl?” he snapped, raising his voice now. You clearly got to him, and seeing a crack in his arrogant façade gave you a satisfying sense of triumph. You couldn’t stop now, even if his angry face was screaming danger.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, your highness, are you used to people worshipping the ground you walk on because you had the dumb luck to be born with the Cuomo name? Fun fact, nobody cares, you’re still an asshole, just with a fancy suit.” You really threw all caution away, and one look at Cuomo told you that you’ve definitely gone too far.

Because he was livid. There was a vein on his temple that was literally pulsating, his hands were balled to fists at his side and his blue eyes were so full of fury that you were scared to look directly at him.

He took two giant steps in your direction, backing you up against your car. You were caught, Cuomo’s giant frame in front of you with no way to escape his wrath.

You looked up at him, daring to meet his eyes directly. He looked at you like he was about to kill you. You tried to recall your fury from some seconds ago, but the heat radiating from his body and the way his huge arms had you trapped on both sides of your head were making it impossible for you to focus. Damn him for being so attractive. You wanted to fight him, but you also wanted to press yourself against his body and feel what was underneath that suit.

“You presumptuous little…” he spat, stopping himself before saying something truly insulting. He took a deep breath, and looked at you again. And then he saw it.

The way you were biting your lip, the way your pupils were dilated.

And he smiled, a cruel smirk that send shivers down your spine. He brought his face even closer to yours and dropped his voice.

“You know, I got really good at reading people, comes with the job, I guess. But you are making it so easy for me, Y/L/N, look at you?” His mouth was at your ear now, his hot breath tickling your neck.

“Do you really want me to leave you alone? Doesn’t seem like it to me.”

You could barely think straight anymore, you wanted to tell him to fuck off, but it just came out as an embarrassing, needy whimper.

He chuckled darkly, and goosebumps broke out all over your body. Why did this man, that you hated more than almost anyone else, reduce to a state of arousal you had never experienced before just by whispering in your ear? Your panties were already soaked, and he didn’t even touch you. With your last few functioning brain cells, you cursed your needy, weak body, before you tiled your head to the side, baring your neck to Chris mouth.

He breathed over your skin, teasing you without actually touching. You felt like you were going insane.

“Please.” You whispered.

“What? Use your words, darling.”

“Kiss my neck, touch me, anything, just do it, asshole.” You hissed, glad you were able to form a coherent sentence.

“So impolite.” He chuckled and pressed a kiss to the side of your neck before starting to suck lightly. You moaned softly and pressed your pelvis into his. You could feel his hardness through his slacks, his unaffected behavior was clearly an act, he was just as aroused as you were.

One of his hands went down to squeeze your ass hard, bringing another surge of wetness to your panties.

Seeing him getting into this gave you some of your courage back, and you started to grind against him, making him growl against your neck.

“Is that everything you got, Cuomo.” You asked, trying to rile him up a bit. You really enjoyed the way he was manhandling you, as much as it pained you to admit it. But his hands were wandering under your skirt now, so you might as well just go with it.

Your provocative behavior clearly had the desired effect on him, because he grabbed your waist in a bruising grip, spun you around and pinned you against your car, his erection pressing against your ass. He yanked up your skirt and tore off your panties, leaving your lower body completely bare.

By now, you were glad that you picked the parking spot on the top floor, because your two cars were the only ones left and no one would come up here at this hour to catch you, about to be railed against your vehicle by Chris Cuomo.

“My, my, Y/L/N, this really turns you on, doesn’t it?” You could hear his breathy voice from behind you, and then felt a thick finger slowly being pressed into your aching pussy, followed by a sharp intake of breath. “Fuck, you already are so wet for me.” Chris growled.

“Are you going to fuck me soon, or do I have to take care of it myself?” You asked, teasingly.

He swore under his breath and gave your ass a sharp slap, making you welp.

You heard the sound of his zipper, and the rustle of foil.

“You really brought a condom to court, Cuomo? Wow, you are even more shameless than I imagined.”

“Shut up.” He growled, and you did, because he lined up his cock and slowly started pressing into you. He was big, and you had to bury your face into your arm to muffle the obscene sounds coming out of your mouth at the feeling of being stretched like this. He bottomed out with a low moan, and immediately started a fast, hard pace, pushing you against your car with every move of his hips.

You turned your head around to look at him. His face was flushed, and his eyes were fixed on the sight of his cock sliding in and out of you.

The friction was delicious, and he was hitting a perfect spot deep inside you with every thrust. Your moans became louder and louder, and he pressed one of his large hands over your mouth.

“Be quiet, you don’t want someone to catch little Miss Righteous being screwed in the parking lot by big, bad Cuomo, don’t you?” he whispered in your ear between husky breaths, and you could only cry out against his palm as he was speeding up his thrusts. The idea of someone catching you here was as arousing as it was terrifying.

Suddenly, Chris other hand sneaked around you to press on your clit, hard, and you screamed into his hand as your orgasm hit you like a punch to the gut, your walls gripping his cock like a vice while he was still fucking you through your climax.

“That’s it, darling, come for me. Fuck.” He groaned, before suddenly going tense as he reached his peak as well, cock buried deep inside you.

You slumped against your car with a huff, and the brief glimpse you caught of your reflection in the window made you question what you just did even more. Not only did you have (amazing, mind-blowing) sex with the opposing lawyer, he also absolutely wrecked you, you looked like you just had the roughest night ever with your hair undone, your makeup smudged and your panties in shreds on the floor of the parking lot. You hastily pulled down your skit again and tried to fix your hair as much as possible to get a minimum of decorum back.

Chris was just disposing the condom into a nearby bin, already looking calm and composed again. You hated him for that, and for the broad, self-satisfied grin that was all over his face again. And still, your heart gave a little flip as he approached you.

“That was fun.” He smirked, “We should definitely do that again. But not today, I’m busy. See you in court.”

He started to make his way to his car, and there was definitely a spring in his step.

“In your dreams, Cuomo.” You mumbled after him but couldn’t suppress a smile. That was, until you looked into the side mirror of your car to check your makeup and saw the giant, purple bruise on the side of your neck.

“Cuomo!” you screamed. “Come back here right now, you imbecile, you gave me a fucking hickey!”

“Better wear a scarf then tomorrow!” he called, entering his car. “And don’t make plans for after the trial, I’m taking you to dinner to celebrate my victory. And I mean that.”

And with that, he drove off. And as much as you hated yourself to admit it, you were really looking forward to having dinner with this idiot. After you destroyed him in court, of course.

[ary-se]

Mankai with a dog

i was staring at my dog earlier, aggressively barking at a plastic bag. that's all. the rest is history

• at some point taichi just mentioned something along the lines of, "hey, wouldn't it be more fun here if... WE GET A DOG!?"

• whenever an idea spreads around the dorm, whether it's a good idea or an utterly ridiculous one, it's always either taichi or kazunari.

• IT'S ALWAYS EITHER TAICHI OR KAZUNARI (2).

• sakuya is excited about it! he never knew what it feels like to live with a dog, let alone actually grow up with one. this pure bean just wants to experience it, c'mon man...

• muku also agrees!! 100% yes!!! wouldn't it be cute when you get home everyday from school with a dog greeting you? it's like that one shoujo manga...

• tsumugi likes the idea! he also grew up with a dog (gosh dachshunds are so cute... zabi ily with my whole heart) so it wouldn't be too bad to have a dog in the dorm! apparently dogs can help you out a lot when it comes to emotional problems :)

• the moment these three angels literally agreed with the idea, everyone is ABOARD. it would be like taking care of a child except it's 100x times more fun

• actually no scratch that, not everyone is aboard...

• cause there's SAKYO.

• "WHAT'RE YOU GUYS GONNA DO ABOUT THE DOG?? DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW TO TAKE CARE OF IT??? IT'LL ALSO TAKE MONEY TO BUY FOOD DISPENSER, DOG FOOD, YADDA YADDA YADDA"

• see it's all about money in the end, but sakyo. we know you want it too. god just pls say yes.

• a LOT of pleading - either the boys shoot sakyo puppy eyes whenever they see him, or some of them (by some i only mean taichi and kazu) waits outside sakyo's room and bleed his ears off with saying PLEASE repetitively the moment sakyo goes out of his room

• sakyo murdered everyone who barged into his room but they always, ALWAYS do it anyways. they don't learn their lesson!!

• SAKYO GOT FED UP. begrudgingly, after this has been going on for a month, he says yes

• EVERYONE CHEERS, FREAKING FINALLY!!!

• taichi and kazu, the mankai boys already aborted their plan of holding a funeral for the both of you... before sakyo agreed on getting a dog, he always has this look of wanting to strangle them to death

• after a lot of debating, they decided to settle on a dog that has a friendly disposition. anyways they get a light brown labrador!!!

• the day the dog got in the dorm, everyone got so excited

• everyone is literally ALL OVER THE DOG. THE DOG LIKES THE ATTENTION BUT GIVE IT A BREAK!! JUST PLEASE

• they name the dog koro! it's simple enough

• (i just searched for popular dog names in japan... don't @ me pls sobs)

• that night the dog kept wagging his tail from being so excited with everyone's presence he deadass sprained his tail

• it recovered after a week

• everyone takes turns filling koro's food bowl and water bowl. the duty of walking the dog is also distributed based on when the boys are free. they literally have a calendar dedicated for koro

• tsumugi makes a list of what the dog can and can't eat! it's most likely that everyone will feed koro, so they better not kill him off early...

• everyone follows the list except juza, it seems like he forgot the existence of the list

• one time juza was eating chocolate cupcakes, and koro was giving him puppy eyes

• how could he resist that face!! his inner resolve crumbled so fast, he was literally about to give it to koro

• tsuzuru to the rescue! the moment he saw juza and koro, he yelled "JUZA NO DON'T PLEASE STOP DOGS CAN'T EAT CHOCOLATE"

• juza just looks at tsuzuru, shocked. what do you mean dogs can't eat chocolate?? how do they even live their lives without the goodness of chocolates?? WHAT?

• he fails to understand, but he doesn't give it to koro. the dog whimpers and just goes away,, juza felt so bad and silently apologized to koro, but now he learned his lesson

• omi spoils koro!! every time he has free time, he whips something up for koro. he makes it as balanced as possible, of course.

• everyone to omi: "please don't make the dog fat."

• omi: "haha i won't"

• cue next day koro kinda looks chubbier

• OMI. PLEASE WE KNOW THE DOG IS CUTE BUT PLS CONTROL IT

• no joke, tenma was excited at first but now every time he sees the dog barking he gets scared shitless.

• JUST BECAUSE THE DOG BARKS AT YOU THAT DOESN'T MEAN THE DOG IS MAD AT YOU. IT JUST WANNA BE FRIENDS YOU FREAKING DOLT

• when he got comfortable with koro, he hid from everyone and patted the dog for the first time, and ran away immediately from embarrassment

• that night everybody was questioning why tenma gets beet red every time koro gets near him. but nobody mentioned it.

• on a whim, itaru let koro pull for a limited banner, making his paw tap the button. who knows if this dog is kinda lucky, right? there's no way of knowi-

• HE GETS ALL THE LIMITED CARDS IN ONE 10X PULL

• itaru just gapes at the dog for five minutes. "koro, you are a godsend..."

• itaru hid the dog's insane luck from banri, but somehow banri caught on

• "THAT'S UNFAIR! WHY WERE YOU HIDING IT FROM ME"

• from that point forward whenever itaru and banri play together, expect koro to be with them. it occurs a lot of times, but koro doesn't seem to mind as long as he gets belly rubs.

• congratulations masumi!! you now have a new alarm clock, but a million times MORE annoying!!

• they trained koro so every time masumi doesn't wake up, koro will just pounce and literally jump on him while barking right on his ear

• masumi hates to admit it, but the dog is goddamn annoying and it's effective at the same time

• hooray to masumi for not being late ever again!

• tasuku just stares at koro dead in the eye while the dog looks at his meal. what if i also train him to..?

• one day during winter troupe's rehearsals, hisoka was actually super duper early and that NEVER HAPPENED.

• "HISOKA WHY ARE YOU SO EARLY?? IS SOMETHING WRONG??"

• turns out TASUKU TRAINED KORO FOR A SOLID MONTH TO FIND HISOKA.

• once tasuku says "koro, where's hisoka?" the dog nyooms to WHERE HISOKA ACTUALLY IS. is he on the tree? in the washing machine? in the long-lost, ever changing storage room? you name it sir

• the days of painfully looking for hisoka are over! tasuku can finally catch a break! this is a big win for winter troupe!!!

• homare just blabs his poems to the poor dog. always.

• it's been going on for five hours and koro is so tired of his shit he just settles on trying to bury his ears on the ground just to not hear him. i am so sorry for your loss.

• homare pets him after he is done with his long ass session so guess that's worth it!

• tsuzuru didn't necessarily train koro to do it, but somehow whenever tsuzuru is in a writing spree the dog just grabs a can of red bull from itaru and brings it to his room.

• tsuzuru doesn't even realize it's the goddamn dog. HE DEADASS JUST TAKES THE CAN AND SAY THANK YOU AND CONTINUE WRITING THE SCRIPT

• everyone just assumed tsuzuru trained koro to actually do that. PLEASE LET THE DOG LEARN NORMAL DOG TRICKS HE ISN'T YOUR MAID

• "I DIDN'T TRAIN KORO!!!"

• Whenever it's misumi's turn to walk the dog, koro joins him in his triangle hunting! koro picked up misumi's habits, so koro picks up triangular objects from time to time and gives it to misumi. d'awwww!

• misumi please don't expect the dog to join you running on walls. please don't. everyone's gonna hunt you down once something happens :)

• citron is super affectionate to the dog! koro is so attached to him and koro listens to citron babbling even tho he understands jackshit

• "back in my country, i am known as the glorious legendary master of dog b-"

• "yes citron. we get it."

• CITRON MAKES A KORO JR. MY HEART MY SOUL I OFFER TO YOU

• it's the dog's fave toy!!! he sleeps with it.

• yuki enjoys making anything for the dog. a dog bed? clothes? accesories? toys? HECK YEAH BRING IT ON SIR

• yuki isn't touchy feely with the dog but that's how he shows his love for koro!! it's okay, the dog understands!!

• koro is literally drowning in all those handmade stuff, spoiled by the only yuki

• whenever it's yuki's turn to walk the dog, he wears matching outfits with the dog as he buys more fabric for the next play (and for the dog but we don't mention that)

• THEYRE KINGS! literally a head turner. everyone just looks at them in awe. yuki wanna show off

• like citron, sakuya is super affectionate to the dog!

• he always gives bear hugs to the dog, especially when he is feeling anxious about something! koro's presence calms sakuya down big time

• please protect these small beans

• muku also loves the dog to death!! every time they arrive at home from school koro just jumps to them and he enjoys it so much

• at times when muku wants company when reading his shoujo manga, or just wants something to hug, koro does the job

• affectionate babies. please protect (2)

• koro is super affectionate when it comes to azuma.

• every after koro gets really excited about something, he gets dead tired so he goes straight to azuma's room.

• do you want to know what azuma does to koro? hmmmm? :---)

• they sleep together! duh

• taichi ALWAYS plays with the dog. it's like two dogs bonding smh

• taichi gets confused whenever they play catch?? whenever koro finally gets the ball, he runs back to taichi but doesn't give him the ball

• "umm, koro? we wouldn't be able to continue playing if you don't give the ball?"

• koro: NO GET ONLY THROW

• kazunari has a lot of aesthetic pics of koro! they're so wholesome, there was a point when his instablam is just full of koro

• ok he does have a lot of funny videos too, that's unavoidable

• best one so far was muku tossing the ball for koro to catch it, but he threw it too far and it hit sakyo's head at the back

• RUN FOR YOUR LIFE MUKU OH MY GOD

• sakyo was about to lose his shit but once he saw muku apologizing and rambling he felt bad.

• should it be mentioned that cleaning sessions are more of a pain than before?

• the dog sheds a LOT MORE than they expected. the fur is literally fucking everywhere

• how does one dog have this much hair??

• those ppl with big sisters (cough itaru and banri) SWEARS this dog's shedding is a hundred times worse than their sisters' hairfall

• speaking of shedding everywhere, everyone's clothes have fur ALL OVER their clothes

• most especially sakyo because he wears all black. poor old dude

• after a month of deliberation from sakyo, they decided to buy more lint rollers and all that stuff that are supposedly effective

• every time the students are late to school, the dorms get chaotic

• unfortunately for everyone the dog joins in adding more noise pollution

• THE DOG DRAMATICALLY BARKS WHENEVER EVERYONE IS PANICKING. IT FEELS LIKE WAR

• cue sakyo's very angry "KORO, SHUT UP!"

• koro didn't bark for a solid week... just pure whimpering. everyone was looking at sakyo like, "you better apologize, he doesn't deserve it..."

• when it was sakyo's turn to walk him, koro looks like he was about to shit. everyone was pretty concerned, but they wanted to see how it went

• the moment they came home, koro was all over him and sakyo is hiding a smile

• SOMETHING DEFINITELY HAPPENED.

• but what happened? nobody knew a thing. and it will stay that way.

• EVERYONE IS SOFT FOR HIM. not taking no for an answer