#on a maybe an obnoxious sidenote

[fifthpilot]

Tristamp Wolfwood is so young, so fucking young and you can't convince me otherwise. Especially after rewatching the episodes, he's literally such an unprovoked brat sometimes, he dealt with everything in ep7 with such blind and unfounded determination too like a young shounen protag, and despite how HARD he tries to harden his heart his purity shows between the cracks.

He's just so green, still a warm clay that hadn't been fired yet. and it was even insisted by the title sequence of ep7, that he's still getting to know himself, still developing.

Another way this is implied is during ep11 when Vash is confronted by his personal guilt regarding Tonis and Rollo, children he failed to save, immediately followed by Wolfwood.

I lean into the notion that "us" in this case is not a collective for all of humanity, but certain people, specifically Wolfwood, Tonis, and Rollo, since Vash is staring at Rollo as WW says this. And these are the only "us" we've seen in this sequence. Even though Vash is standing in the wreckage of Jenora rock, on the red sands of Windmill Village, so the collective guilt of all the people he didn't save in both towns is still present, but only Tonis, Rollo and Wolfwood are present as the focal points of his guilt.

It's interesting that Wolfwood appears alongside the children, victims in Vash's mind, children he failed to rescue or help. And says that Vash "can't take care of us", insinuating that Wolfwood is also a child that Vash couldn't rescue.

Whether this is something Vash knows or something Knives only knows is pretty vague here. While Knives is setting the scene he's not reaching too far off from vash's own guilt and doubts, he's amplifying what Vash already feels (more about that here)

So maybe a part of Vash knows that Wolfwood is also a child, which wouldn't be surprising from his interactions with him so far.

and hey, if u think that these interaction seem "normal" I'm cool if this somehow ends up spilling into the idea that Vash interacts with everyone like they're children, seems befitting of an ancient creature like himself.

[ash-whimsicalfanfic]

Obsession

Tom Riddle X Fem OC/Reader

Word Count: 5K

Warnings: Mild language, Graphic, Smut, Toxic, Possessive, Protective, Angst, Fluff, Suggestive, Anger…

Prompt: Y/N Black is a mystery to many. She isn’t interested in making friends, only her studies. However, unbeknownst to many, one boy has piqued her interest——Tom Riddle. Little did she know, he had an obsession with her.

Sidenote: I did use some spells from the vampire diaries just for the heck of it. I may do a part two, but I’m not sure if it really needs it. I’ll leave it up to you guys!

Everyone seemed more chattier than usual. Maybe it was the upcoming Yule Ball or maybe it was because holidays were approaching. However, you hated the buzzing chatter, the obnoxious shouting, and all of the crowded halls. You had tried to go to the library as an escape from this madness, but everyone had infiltrated the library even.

You were the Scrooge that everybody was painfully aware of as you stormed through the halls with your books clutched to your chest. If you were a Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, or Gryffindor, they would have laughed at the irked expression on your face. However, knowing you were a Slytherin strikes fear in many.

Not to mention you were a mystery to many. You were oh so quiet, along with a freakishly amount of smart, and an unearthly amount of beautiful. You chose to stick to yourself, choosing to not make any friends. You instead chose to have acquaintances in case a group project popped up, however you normally managed to worm your way out of that so you could work alone.

That was how you preferred doing things, alone. Other students have given up on trying to befriend you, seeing it as pointless. Guys would still try and ask you out, but their advances failed. They hadn’t noticed that your interest was piqued by a boy already. However, it seemed that he was just like you.

Tom Riddle was a handsome young man with jet black curly-ish hair and dark brown eyes that looked almost black from afar. He was fairly tall and had a lean look. His face was always blank…passive as he studied or walked through the halls or even when he was with his group of “friends”. They were his followers in his mind, not his friends. To anyone else, they saw them as a happy friend group.

You had noticed the things that anyone would pick up about Tom from afar, like his intelligence. Tom excelled in all of his classes, in fact he was tied at the top of the year with you. He too was introverted, preferring to be alone and in silence. For someone as passive as Tom, you noticed things he did. When he was judging something, he’d lean back in his chair, occasionally quirking an eyebrow as if he was impressed or annoyed.

When he was in a rather intuitive or creative mood, his eyes seemed to be a lighter shade of brown and he would get carried away in his journal. When he was thinking, he would zone out on his journal or something in the room.

You noticed that he’d clench his jaw until a muscle there ticked when he got angered. When he was annoyed, he had a tendency to sigh.

“Y/N!” Narcissa calls.

She stood among Tom Riddle and all of his “friends”. Tom’s eyes find you who was clearly irritated. You had made your way through the crowd and head towards her.

“Yes?” You ask.

“Hey, that is no way to talk to your favorite cousin.” Narcissa scolds.

“Who said you were my favorite?” You ask.

“It’s because it is me.” Bellatrix grins.

“Not you either.” You mutter.

“Moving on, have you seen Sirius or Regulus?” She asks.

“I’m not their keeper, Narcissa.” You mutter.

“They said they were meeting up with you.” She says, sighing in frustration.

“Well they didn’t. I need to get to class.” You mutter.

Before you could go, Bellatrix grabs your upper arm in a tight grip. You turn back to her with a clenched jaw as Narcissa steps back, muttering an “Uh-Oh”.

“Leaving so soon, cousin?” She mocks.

“Bellatrix, I’m warning you now to let go or you will regret it.” You warn calmly.

“What will you do? You're all goody two shoes, yet your in Slytherin. I think that dumb hat sorted you into the wrong house.” She says.

You pull your wand free, pointing it at her as you mutter “Stupefy”. You roll your eyes as she flies backwards through the crowd.

“If I wouldn’t get expelled, I would definitely crucio you or use the killing curse on you for your information. However, nothing is stopping me once we graduate.” You say, before turning and leaving the group stunned.

Tom smiles slightly as he watches you walk away, finding himself even more intrigued with you than he originally was. Call it an interest or maybe an obsession at this point. He liked to watch you when he could. He noticed things about you that he was sure no one else noticed.

He knew you were a quiet and mysterious girl, but underneath that “innocent” mask you wore, he knew there was a strong woman with a dangerous mind. You were far from innocent and today proved that more so to him. To anyone else, you were that innocent girl. However, when you let your guard down if you were stressed or angry or irritated, he could see the danger swirling in your (eye color) eyes.

He lets his smile fall, regaining his composure before turning back to his group. Bellatrix was back on her feet, a scowl on her face as Narcissa helped hold her up. He watches as Sirius and Regulus join them.

“What is wrong with you?” Sirius asks.

“Your bloody sister is what is wrong! She used stupefy on me!” She snaps.

“How pissed off did you make her?” Regulus chuckles, shaking his head.

“You both told me you were meeting with her about becoming a follower. Yet, she hasn’t seen either of you all day. So, where were you both off to?” Narcissa snaps.

“Have you seen how mad she can get? We learned not to mess around when she gets mad, Issa. When she is mad, she will take down anyone in her path. We’ve learned how to avoid making her mad. So, you go have that conversation with her because I rather not get crucio’d again.” Sirius says.

“Wow.” Avery mutters.

“She may be quiet and keeps to herself, but Y/N is a ticking time-bomb when you make her mad. She is intelligent, and maybe too intelligent for her own good. She also liked being stronger than others in magic, so that is why she studies so hard. However, because she is so antisocial and introverted, even as a child before Hogwarts, she took her studies serious, so she doesn’t understand fun. She is boring.” Sirius says.

“I bet she hasn’t ever shagged anyone, or snogged! A sixth year and a virgin! That is embarrassing.” Bellatrix cackles.

That further piqued Tom’s interest about you.. He found himself having more thoughts about you, both innocent and sinful thoughts. However, his sinful thoughts changed to the exception of you being a virgin. That made him feel a possessiveness over you he wasn’t quite sure how to feel about. However, he knew that the idea of you being with anyone else was sickening to him. You were his, you just didn’t know it yet.

Your studies past fairly quickly and you were heading towards the Great Hall. You sit at your normal spot, Regulus sitting next to you. Tom sat a table down with his “friends”, however his focus was on you. Regulus gently closed your books, pushing them away.

“Eat, then study.” He stresses softly.

As irritated as you were about him taking away your books, you listened. Tom quirked a brow, finding himself wondering if it was often you got so distracted by your studies that you didn’t take care of yourself the best. His eyes roam over you slowly, noticing the dark circles under your eyes along with the thinning face of yours. So, it was often, he thought.

“Y/N! My favorite sister! How has your day been?” Sirius asks as plops down across from you.

“What do you want?” You ask, sighing as you pushed your food around on your plate.

“Nothing to do with studies I hope, she is taking a break to eat.” Regulus stresses.

You close your eyes as the two start to argue, resting your chin on your hand. You open your eyes when Regulus stands, his voice getting louder.

“Enough!” You snap, the two instantly quieting.

It had gotten the attention of those around your table. You take in a slow breath before letting it out, regaining your composure before looking between your brothers with a blank look.

“You two bicker like a bunch of children. This is our brief moment to be able to hang out, however you both don’t know how to push aside your differences because you both are too hot-headed and irrational.” You rant.

You snatch up your books that Regulus had pushed away from you earlier and stood from the table as you left the Great Hall.

Tom watched you leave before looking between your brothers, before his eyes fell on your plate of untouched food. He puts some food in his bag, going unnoticed and decides to leave himself. He made his way to the library, heading to the forbidden section where he assumed you’d be. He feels a brief moment of pride flare in his chest, right about where you had gone. He clears his throat and you look up from your notes.

“Here. I noticed you didn’t eat.” He says.

His voice surprised you. It was deep, soft and mysterious. He pulled out some food he took from the Great Hall and handed it to you.

“Thank you.” You murmur.

He nods, going to leave and you begin working on your studies again. You sigh as a loud group comes into the library.

“Would you allow me to show you a place I like to go?” He asks, looking back down at you.

“I don’t see why not.” You admit, gathering your stuff before standing.

You follow behind Tom, not quite sure where he was taking you. You knew of his quest to become the Dark Lord. Some of his followers had big mouths, so you heard more than everyone thought you knew. They assumed you were clueless about his current quest and they all were tip-toeing around who would be the one to break the news to you. However, you knew. You knew more than them in fact.

He looks around, making sure there was no other students or professors in the hall before a door appears in the wall. Your lips part from surprise as he ushers you in, following behind you. You looked around the empty room in awe.

“The Room of Requirements…I’ve heard of it and I’ve looked everywhere for it.” You mumble.

“Yes, I searched for this room for awhile myself. I later learned that the room only will appear in great need.” Tom explains, seeming rather smug about finding it.

“The room seems to know you quite well…and you seem to know the room quite well too. Otherwise, the door wouldn’t have appeared because I’m sure my studies are not in great need.” You say, turning back to him.

You feel a heat spread across your body as you catch his eyes on you. The dark eyes slowly trail over you, mapping out your body. His eyes stop on your blouse where you had a few buttons undone since you were alone and had started to get a little hot in the confined aisles of the forbidden section in the library.

He steps forward, closing the distance between the two of you. You look up, not realizing that he was this tall. He puts a hand out and gently grasps your hip before trailing it up your side. He tugs on the middle of your blouse, revealing more of your cleavage, before he starts undoing the remaining buttons.

“That and maybe because I am in great need of you.” He murmurs, leaning down to trail his lips along your neck.

You shiver, feeling a trail of goosebumps being left behind from the ghost touch. His hands find your shoulders where he pushes the robes off before pushing your blouse off along with it. He leaves a soft kiss on your racing pulse, before he pulls back to look down at you.

You were left in a dark green lace bra, and he tsked quietly, approving the way they made your breasts look. The bra seemed to work as a push-up bra, but really Narcissa had gotten you the wrong size this year.

His eyes trail over your stomach, noting the soft curves he would be sure to feel later. His eyes focus on the short school-girl skirt, also Narcissa’s doing. You didn’t fret much about it as you knew you’d wear your robe more often than not. You were wearing knee high stockings with a pair of mary-janes.

“The school girl skirt, hmph, your just asking to be fucked, aren’t you?” He asks, a smirk slowly spreading across his face.

“Tom.” You say breathlessly.

“Leave the skirt on, but take your panties off.” He orders.

He begins unbuttoning his own shirt, watching you. You were frozen in place before you start to work the panties down. He held a hand out, looking at you expectantly. Your shaky hand places the matching dark green lace panties into his hand.

He balls it up and sticks it in his blazer pocket. You watch as his long, slender fingers work his belt off. Your eyes focused on his veiny hands.

“Hands and knees.” He says.

You slowly drop to your knees, turning over, no longer able to watch his next move. You get on your hands, moving so you are on your elbows. You arch your back down, sticking your ass out more.

Tom licks his lips slowly, swallowing hard as he watches you get into the position. He inhales deeply, watching as you arch your back. He puts a clenched fist to his mouth, lightly biting himself, not quite sure if this was really happening. The skirt hid nothing. He could see the big globes that he found himself really attracted to. He never would have taken himself as an ass man.

His eyes trail further down to see your glistening entrance. He pushes his pants off before he gets on the ground behind you. He brushes your hair over your shoulder, before he finds himself tracing down your spine lightly. You shiver unintentionally, however he enjoyed the effect he on you.

“How bad do you want me?” He murmurs into your ear.

“Please, Tom.” You whisper as you push your hips back.

“Pathetic. Do you want my cock or not?” He asks, grabbing a fistful of your hair and roughly jerking your head back.

A breathless moan fills the thick air in the room as a heat spreads across your scalp. He clenches his jaw, feeling himself twitch from the sound he heard. It was the beginning of a beautiful symphony, one he didn’t realize how much he’d become crazed for.

“Tom! Please! I need you!” You cry, feeling frustrated that he wasn’t touching you where you wanted to be touched.

He smirks, gently grabbing your hips. He uses his other hand to guide himself into your dripping entrance. He groans, your walls immediately grasping onto him, suffocating him. You moan lowly, your hands grasping at the stone floor as your eyes flutter shut.

“Fuck.” He curses, working himself in and out of you slowly.

“Tom, please.” You plead, pushing your hips back.

“Is my cock the first one you’ve ever had?” He asks, his eyes burning in the back of your head as he awaited your response.

“Yes! Please, Tom!” You cry.

He couldn’t help the grin across his face. He heard it, but he wasn’t sure if maybe you just kept them out of the loop. But, knowing he was the one to take your virginity was exhilirating to him.

“I better be the only cock you have here. You are mine.” He warns.

“Yes! I-I’m yours, Tom!” You moan as he starts to move at a faster pace.

“I’ll kill any boy who dares to be with you, because you are mine! I’ll punish you if I see you talking to some boy.” He growls, his hips now savagely moving.

You cry for more, your soft and loud moans were music to his ears. He breathed heavily along with you as held onto your hips tightly. Skin smacking echoed in the room and you heard his soft groan which sent you coming. He groans louder as you clench around him, coming around him.

You stood on shaky legs, buttoning up your blouse and grimacing as you feel your shared climaxes slowly leaking out of you. He grasps your chin, looking at you with a stern look.

“Keep it in. I want you to know who fucked you.” He says.

“Tom, I need my panties.” You say as your cheeks flush.

“Find another way to keep it in.” He says, before focusing back on straightening himself out.

You pull your blazer on along with your robes before grabbing your books and hurrying out. You reach the Slytherin common room, Narcissa and Bellatrix looking up from their game of cards. Sirius and Regulus’s backs were to you.

“Oh my god, you got shagged!” Narcissa exclaims with a grin.

“Who was it?” Bellatrix asks.

“Yeah, I’d like to know.” Sirius seethes, taking in your disheveled hair and the hickeys on your neck.

Narcissa looks at your knees to see that they were scraped up, but you choose to ignore your brothers and cousins as you make your way past them. Regulus laughs, yelling “Atta girl!”

A small smile graces your lips at your little brothers comment. He too was protective of you, but he knew you inside and out. He and you were far closer than you were with Sirius. You get to your dorm and think of showering, but then your mind wanders to Tom. Keep it in…

You pull on a pair of fresh panties as you change into your nightware. You found yourself tossing and turning for a long while before you fell asleep. By the time it was time to wake up, you were exhausted. You could sleep in, but that ruins your morning routine.

You go to the shower, grimacing at the burn in your stomach. It was now that you realized you didn’t eat once yesterday. You finished up in the bathroom before pulling on a black lingerie set. You gasp as your door opens and Tom walks in.

“I knew you’d be awake.” He says, his eyes slowly roaming over you and some of the bruises he had made from where he held you still.

“Tom, what are you doing here?” You ask, grabbing a random robe and pulling it on.

“I’ve seen it all, darling. I wanted to tell you no more skirts.” He says and you look at him confused.

“I…Is it because how short they are?” You ask.

“That and the school girl skirt should be meant for my eyes when we are alone. Do you understand?” He asks.

“I…yes, Tom.” You say quietly.

He grins, looking at your neck where you had several hickeys before he leaves. You frown and look at the outfit you had prepared for this morning. It consisted of a school girl skirt.You sigh, grabbing a dark green skater skirt that ended a little about mid-thigh. There wasn’t much you could do about the length of your skirts until you went shopping again.

You grab your button up blouse and your Slytherin tie. You grab the blazer and sigh when you see dust on it. You hang it back up, deciding you will have to clean it later because you don’t have time now.

You pull on your knee socks and mary-janes when there was a knock at your dorm door. You open it and see it was Narcissa.

“I came bearing gifts.” She says.

You open the door and she guides you to the small vanity as she begins to help you cover the hickeys on your neck and jawline.

“So, who was it?” She asks.

“I’m not sure if I’m ready to say who it was yet.” You murmur.

“Did he force you? I’ll make him suffer the worst ways imaginable.” She says seriously.

“No, no, he didn’t force me. I’m just not sure what is happening yet. I don’t know if it merely was just another shag to him or if it’ll turn into something. However, he’s being a little controlling of what I wear, mainly my skirts.” You explain.

“I feel like I already know who this is.” She says, sighing.

“Who?” You ask.

“Tom Riddle?” She asks.

“Oh…how did you know?” You ask.

“Tom is…many things. I don’t know if he is capable of love and a relationship. He is a very possessive man. And I mean to the extent that it isn't healthy. He is ill-tempered and easily jealous. Not to mention he can be obsessive too. I personally think you should put some distance between the two of you and let things die down. I don’t know what his intentions are, but I’m sure they aren’t good.” She explains.

“Alright.” You say quietly.

You were quite sure how to feel. But, you knew Narcissa meant well and you also knew that she knew Tom better than you. You trusted her advice almost as you trusted Regulus’s.

“All done.” She says.

“Thank you, Issa.” You murmur and she nods.

She leaves you to your thoughts and you realize you need to head down to the Great Hall for breakfast. You gather your books and make your way out of your dorm in a daze. You head to the Great Hall and see everyone was already there. You ignore the burning stare that you knew belonged to Tom Riddle.

“Hey, you okay? You seem out of it? And your running late.” Regulus says.

“Oh, I’m fine. I think I’m just in need of food. I realized I didn’t eat once yesterday.” You explain.

“Y/N/N, you’ve got to take better care of yourself. I will start treating you like I did the first year.” He warns.

“I know, I know, and I promise I’ll do better.” You sigh.

“Why is Riddle staring at you? He seems pissed.” He whispers.

“Oh, who knows.” You sigh, briefly glancing at Tom.

Tom was staring at your neck where your hickeys would be, but thanks to Narcissa, they were no longer there. You managed to eat some of your food before it began to make you feel sick. You felt suffocated with Tom glaring daggers into you and Sirius was no better.

“Stop it.” Regulus warns Sirius.

“I want to know who it was.” He snaps, looking back at you.

You clench your jaw, narrowing your eyes at him as you take a slow breath in and let it out. You pull your wand out and keep your hand rested on the table, so you don’t draw anymore attention to you.

“Keep glaring, brother and watch how fast you end up in the hospital wing.” You warn lowly.

“Guys.” Narcissa warns.

“Who is he?” He growls lowly, leaning closer to you.

“Oh shit. Take cover!” Regulus says, going under the table.

You reach forward, grabbing Sirius’s tie and pull him closer as your face heats from anger.

“Astronomy tower, now.” You grit out.

He stands and storms out and you stand as Regulus pokes his head out.

“Don’t kill him please.” He pleads.

You storm out of the Great Hall, wand in hand as you make your way towards the Astronomy tower to see him already there and waiting.

“Who is it!?” He snaps as you both circle each other.

“Sirius, it’s none of your business. Stop trying to act like the older and protective brother. Stop acting like you care!” You snap.

“I do care! You're my sister.” He snaps.

“Guys. Let’s try to keep calm.” Narcissa says as she walks in with her group.

“Yeah, let’s just hug it out and make up.” Regulus says.

“I want to know who has my sister acting like a tramp.” He snaps.

“Oh no….oh no! Oh no! Back up, back up, back up!” Regulus says as he pushes everyone back.

“Bombarda!” You fast and Sirius curses as he tries to dodge the mini explosion you casted his way.

“Confundo!” He shouts, but you dodge it.

“Everte Statum.” You cast, watching as he flies back against the wall, his wand falling in the process.

You walk forward, grabbing his wand before looking down at him.

“Impulsa Animositas!” You snap, gaining confused looks from around the room.

“I…Y/N, have you been creating spells again?” Regulus asks cautiously.

“Again?” Narcissa asks alarmed.

“What did you do to me?” Sirius snaps.

“Say something mean. To any of us.” You say, smirking.

“What the hell did you do to me you crazy bi—ow!” He exclaims after feeling a jolt of electricity go through you.

“Just as I assumed. This spell will zap you everytime you try and say something mean.” You say.

“That’s child’s play you idiot!” He snaps before groaning.

“Hm. This isn’t. Lihednat Dolchitni.” You cast.

His hands find his throat as he try’s to breath. You clench your fist tighter, watching how he struggles more before you wave your hand and it stops. He leans forward, breathing heavily.

“Tread carefully, brother. I have far more up my sleeve than you wish to believe.” You spat.

“You…you will get in so much trouble for creating spells. Regulus and I told you that you need to stop.” He breathes heavily.

“Then keep your mouths shut otherwise I’ll make you suffer in the worst unimaginable ways.” You say.

With that, you turn and walk past the group who seemed shocked. You head back to the Great Hall, gathering your items before heading back to your dorm. You were too upset and riled up to do anything. So, instead you hurry to your dorm and lock the door.

You pace frantically, running your hands through your hair. You let a breath out that you hadn’t noticed you were holding.

“You’re okay. You’re okay. Everything is okay.” You mumble to yourself.

The lock on your door clicks, so you turn and see Tom. He closes the door back and turns to you with that normal passive and cold look.

“That was…impressive.” He says.

“Tom, I really rather be alone right now.” You mutter.

“Why cover the marks I left? I left them for a reason.” He says, his voice hardening as his eyes turn several shades darker.

“I didn’t want to walk around with them showing. People would have said something and I don’t want to deal with that. Plus, I rather the school not know I was your play thing.” You mutter harshly, turning your back to him.

“Who said you were a play thing because I don’t recall ever telling you that?” He snaps.

“Tell me this, Tom. Are you one for commitment? Would you be in an exclusive relationship? Huh, tell me that!” You snap harshly as you turn to face him again.

“I can do commitment. Before, I’d say no. However, for you I am willing to do it. I’m willing to be in an exclusive relationship as you call it. Because I can’t ever get you out of my head! You are all I can focus on! It’s so…so irritating, yet I love it at the same time.” He growls.

“Tom, there are going to have to be some rules set in place if we are to do something. Like the skirt thing this morning. I only wear skirts.” You say.

“Fine. Wear your skirts, well not the school girl ones, however I can’t promise that some asshole won’t end up dead for looking. You are mine.” He snaps.

“Okay, and what about the marks?” You ask.

“You shouldn’t care what anyone says. You never have before, so why care now? I want people to know that you belong to me. I want the guys to realize that you aren’t a possibility anymore. You are mine.” He says, closing the distance between you both.

You look up as his hand wraps around your throat. He tightens his hand and you let a shaky breath out as you clench your thighs.

“You barely know me.” You mumble.

“I know more than you think, darling. You piqued my interest. When that happens, I tend to learn everything I can.” He murmurs, brushing his nose against yours before kissing you softly.

You hum, moving your hands to his hair. You whine when he pulls back, a smirk on his lips.

“What does that mean? How have you learned about me if you just started speaking to me yesterday?” You ask.

“Because I might be a bit obsessive when it comes to learning of the things that interest me. I won’t stop until I know everything.” He says.

There was banging on your dorm door and you sigh, going to walk past Tom, but he loops an arm around your waist.

“Who is it?” Tom asks, annoyed.

“It’s Bella, me and Regulus. Is Y/N in there?” Narcissa says.

“Well go away. I’m about to fuck my girl.” He snaps.

Your face heats up as you cover your mouth to hide your gasp. Narcissa gasps, Regulus laughs and yells for you to get it while Bellatrix throws a fit.

“We are not doing anything! We are just talking!” You exclaim.

“Talking, huh?” He says, quirking a brow at you as he slips a hand beneath your skirt.

You let a shaky breath out as he trails his hand up your thigh. He gets to your underwear, sliding two fingers beneath the lacy fabric.

“Tom.” You mumble.

“Talking and yet you're so wet for me. Do you want my cock again?” He asks, sliding a finger in you.

Your eyes flutter close and he grins widely, loving the way you reacted to his touch. You were the violin and he was the violinist. He played you so gracefully and loved the beautiful symphony that came from your mouth. It was his greatest obsession.

[sir-phineas-lost]

TDP Season 6

Well, I think I might be fully on-board with this show again.

Well, maybe not fully, but certainly more than I have been since season 2. The ever-present problem is the refusal to actually deal with the generational trauma and prejudice aspects of the story in a way that isn't wholly one-sided or shallow. Along with the usual amount of protagonist-centered morality.

Spoilers under the cut.

But! It has some of the best characterization of Claudia and Viren in the show so far. I especially love how they utterly subverted the preview scene that made me a little worried. I really wish there was more of Claudia here because I feel like we needed more scenes of her trying this new path before settling on her final decision for it to really land, but it still works.

Sidenote: The Rayllum-hater in me really likes "The Frozen Ship" but for all the reasons I doubt were intended. An episode that shows just how much this ship is built on fandom-expectations that the main boy and main girl are going to get together. Really obnoxious meta-jokes about how popular the ship is? Check! Reading a completely different love-story to spell out how the characters are feeling? Check! Literal stand-ins for the fandom moving them around like dolls going "Now kiss!"?? Check check check! And all the while it is juxtaposed with scenes of Claudia and Terry that are nuanced, somber, haunting and really intimate yet tasteful, all without a single word of dialogue? And you want me to care about that other garbage?!

And Soren in the final 3 episodes is at his absolute best. His anger and grief are all equally justified and he is more mature and grown-up than ever. And we got some really nice vindication for that mess of a season-3 finale. Not that I expect it to lead anywhere regarding Ezran reevaluating his decision. As awesome as it would be for him to get home to a ruined Katolis and be greeted by his people who now look exactly like the soldiers he triumphantly fought off before and get hit with the realization "huh, maybe that wasn't such a black and white conflict after all".

The final episode is all about Aaravos and it hits just about every note it needed to, without giving away every detail. But it certainly does the trick in explaining his motivation. And the reveal of what a Startouch elf actually looks like is so well done that it hits you like a truck to realize "Oh, they already gave that away long ago and we just didn't notice".

Only problem is that it is going to be even harder for me to not root against the main cast now that I know they will be working against the person who is trying to overthrow the entire unfair order of the world, which is the part of the story I am invested in.

Still. I am looking forward to seeing how this ends and while I doubt it will ever live up to the better version of this that lives in my head, or in some excellent fanfics, I hope it will be good.

[theonlycorrectcropinions]

The nicewashing of Keyleth in tlovm, while pleasant from an actual entertainment perspective, is kind of annoying. Stream Keyleth has ugly anxiety, is obnoxiously self-righteous, and shows big time Karen tendencies. Her voice is also much softer and gentler in the streams rather than the fun shrill and shout-rasp thing Marisha would do. A bit less accidental murder too. I won’t exaggerate and say she’s barely the same character or anything, but there are massive differences, maybe more so than with any of the other PCs.

Scanlan is a bit less competent and sexual harass-y (and they are foreshadowing Bard’s Lament heavily), Pike’s more around and has overall a more defined character, a lot of Vex’s nicer moments are toned down to make her a little more guarded and jagged, Vax is a bit less of a prankster, etc., Grog’s pretty spot on tbh, and I don’t particularly like Percy so my opinion may be biased, but he’s fine. They fucked around with the plot so he’s a bit more possessed; he insists he’s fine in the show where in the stream he knew he was getting pretty wild and asked the party to put him down if he got too dangerous.

But I don’t think Keyleth has been judgy or pushy once in the show, and those are some of her defining character traits in the early stream. She also spends less time wildshaped, doesn’t seem to have an issue with organized religion, and her anxiety is much cuter. She’s not freaking out and threatening a magician, she’s blushing about whether or not Transport Via Plants will work. Keyleth feels much more… conventional? I guess? in the show rather than the kind of bold, uncomfortable character she was in the stream. It has been a while since I watched c1 though, so I might be misremembering literally all of this and no one should listen to me about anything (even though I’m always right).

(Sidenote: I actually like watching Percy, I think Tal plays him with a lot of nuance and personality, but then whenever Tal talks about him outside of the stream he’s like, “actually he’s just a bad person with no redeeming qualities who thinks he’s smarter than everyone else and is a dumb traumatized bitch who didn’t go through any meaningful character development until the last episode” and I find that obnoxious and don’t think it actually reflects how he played in game so that sours him for me a bit. I know it’s Tal doing his bit, but I enjoy all of his characters more the less he talks about them.)

[justanoutlawfic]

For Captain Snowing HC!

I believe Killian be the cool pirate grandfather to Henry, telling stories of a life at sea, his transition from pirate to knight and stories about his dad. Telling embarrassing stories about his spouses and his Aunt Alice.

I think Killian during the curse was the town grump BUT he’s a total sweetheart with Henry finding the kid to be kind, charming, and full of wonder. Always greeting the young boy when he sees him or something.

And when the curse breaks, he finds out that he’s a grandfather and is totally surprised but accepts it quickly. Taking his grandson to Granny’s for lunch, babysitting him when the others can’t, teaching him start sword fights with David (because it’s never too young to learn good sportsmanship according to him) and etc.

Possibly him and David making it a little fun competition on who can impress their grandson more. Snow is the darling sweet grandmother who is watching all this go down and joking around with her grandson.

-> Sidenote: I think Killian and Snow are a slightly chaotic together. Maybe rolling their eyes being so done with everyone, Killian buying her flowers when he knows he accidentally screwed up and she accepts them jokingly and always trying to make a big deal out of everything they find could be a bonding moment.

I believe when Killian LOVES to compliment Snow every damn time he gets a chance. Sometimes he does it when he knows he’s in trouble, teasing his wife more than anything or trying to lighten the good mood but fails horribly. And i bet when Snow fell pregnant with their children, Killian secretly loves his wife’s cravings because it meant he can always try to indulge in treats and snacks.

David and Killian definitely argue over who's the cooler grandparent! We see David competing for Henry's affection in S3 with the truck. I definitely see that happening here, as Killian tries to teach him to drive a ship. And then Regina has to be held back from killing them both haha.

I see David and Killian being the chaotic ones, with Snow constantly wondering why she married 2 obnoxious, silly, danger loving men. Then they do something sweet like make her tea and run her a bath and she's good.

Another example of them driving Regina crazy is giving Henry tips on "picking up women" when he meets Violet. Regina is constantly telling Snow to control her husbands.

Killian definitely teases Snow, but I believe she is the only one who can shut him up. With just a single look. But she'll smile so he also knows he's not in too much trouble.

[turian]

(prev anon again) yeah exactly pretty much, I just know that some hated the way that karma was handled in 3 on principle is all. House is weird in particular because of how the game treats him in that moment as the definitive last bastion of humanity when he Very Much Isn't or irregardless of *how* you even kill him exactly.

(also for the people suggesting that killing generic Legion grunts should reward good karma: that would be even worse knowing that not all members are purely part of Caesar's fascist death cult on ideo. principle but forcibly assimilated + brainwashed from a whole range of backgrounds, atleast Obsidian generally kept sense there not to do that iirc)

completely agree! tbh i really don't like that joshua graham gets better treatment than the people that he was instrumental in assimilating and brainwashing. that man may have a good voice actor but he is advocating genocide again and we're supposed to be okay with that? and some people are? shit's fucked.

(as an aside, cannot express how much i hate that dlc. joshua graham is the daenerys targaryen of fallout and i have a lot of thoughts on how that entire dlc is disgusting and wildly mishandled exodus allegory. also, the karma system within that dlc is particularly egregious, iirc, and will reward you for partaking in the genocide he's advocating for? which is interesting considering that the people he wants to kill are people who were informed by the faction he helped create. but. this post is not about that so! moving on). i only really managed to get through a little bit of 3 (i mean to revisit it someday, but i hate it) but i do remember the karma being a little obnoxious? that said, i do like the idea of a reputation system gatekeeping companions, in the way that new vegas gatekeeps companions - like arcade refusing to work with legion aligned couriers - and there are a few moments where that is tied to the karma system. like, that one ncr guy whose name i can't recall at the moment who will be more into you taking out hostages if your reputation is that of a certifiable bastard, or cass.

but yeah, i think that literally doesn't have to be tied to a karma system at all? reputation would do the job just fine. (sidenote it bothers me so much when one does something under cover of darkness and then somehow everyone knows it was you, though at the same time i like having consequences for my actions in games so i can't be too mad about it - also, even though i'd like that little feature balanced, it is kind of funny. like, you can be as stealthy as you want, but you have an invisible psychic enemy. maybe your stealth suit has a blog. and you know what? good for her).

[fadebolt]

Hey, uhh, I think something's a little off in the second image. Specifically about the names attached to the Survivor challenge, and the E03 room from The Rot (the latter of which doesn't even have a name attached to it in the first place). It's not a big deal, I could easily figure out which room was meant to be which, I just wanted to let you know. (And no, I'm not gonna complain about E03 being weirdly merged with another room. I've seen the interactive map, and I know The Rot is a fricking mess, so I ain't gonna fault you for that xd)

Personal room ranking:

1 - The Rot: E03 (9/10) 2 - Looks to the Moon: LEG09 (8/10) 3 - Icy Monument: B09 (8/10) 4 - Frigid Coast: ROOF03 (8/10) 5 - Five Pebbles: E04 (7/10) 6 - Arena The Rot: Lightning Machine (7/10) 7 - Challenge #02 Survivor (7/10) 8 - The Rot: A14 (7/10) 9 - Arena The Rot: Decaying Construct (6/10) 10 - Arena Chimney Canopy - The Gutter: Muck Machine (4/10)

Extra comment: Oh, we've reached third mural room? Well, thanks to Downpour, we should still have two more (cus Shoreline + FP + The Rot + LttM + Frigid Coast totals out at 5), and I'm almost certain they'll all be making it through. But on the bright side, we'll get to see how well they'll compete against a bunch of other high priority rooms, or maybe even against each other, which is fun. This specific one is not that high on my priority list, mostly because I feel like the new snowy environment doesn't really change to feel of the room very much. Like, it still looks great, but there's really nothing creative or special about this, especially in contrast to the cinematic feeling of the ROOF01 walk.

Granted, I will say that there aren't too many outstanding rooms in this round, though I do at least somewhat like most of 'em, as they pretty much all have something interesting going for them. But I think the room that deserves the vote the most is E03. It feels exactly like a room ripped straight out of Unfortunate Development, which is actually some really good environmental storytelling. Because someone who might run into this room without looking at the far eastern side of the region might remember just how nice and polished this room looked like during even Monk's campaign, which really puts it into perspective with the aforementioned subregion, making you ask the question of "If this room got so bad, what the hell is happening there?!?!?". Maybe I'm just reading too much into it, but the point is that it works well. Plus, there aren't Proto DLLs in potentially obnoxious spots, which is something I'll always appreciate, because those things are just the worst.

Oh, and as a sidenote, it's nice to see B09 make it through. Tall vertical rooms with a bunch of platforming are quite a blast on Saint, and I also like how the room's layout won't allow for the Popcorn Seeds to get blown off screen during the blizzard.

Pick Your Favorite Rain World Room, Day 151

This is not single elimination! Every room with at least 10.0% vote will move on to the next round.

There is a hidden slugcat in one of the rooms (they can be in any color). If u can see it comment or reblog with where they are and if u are first, u get a cookie!

Credit for game screenshots goes to: Rain World Interactive Map, Rain World Wiki and me

[hey-kae]

A Gift from the Ferrari Gods

Part 1: 20 Minutes to Spare

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!reader

Request: Hello! Love your writing!!! I don’t know if you take requests, but I was wondering if you would maybe write a Sequel to 20 mins to spare where Charles brought home one of the race suits? And then sexy shenanigans follow 😈😈 If not, totally understand, and I hope you keep putting up content!!

Warnings: Thigh riding, fingering, oral sex (female and male receiving), unprotected sex, overstimulation (kinda), cockwarming(kinda), slight praise kink i think, begging and orgasm control. (Buckle up ig)

Sidenote: Did i google the french translation for “i’m gonna cum” and never used it because it made me uncomfortable? Yeah i did… Also, this is long and it’s pure filth. Read at your own risk!

It was already past ten in the morning when your deep slumber was knocked out of its place by that weird phase of half-sleeping where you can hear everything around you. An obnoxious bird outside was loudly contributing to the process of waking you up and any chance of falling back asleep was eliminated when you sensed a figure standing by the side of the bed, shadowing you as if it was waiting for you to open your eyes.

It would’ve been creepy if you didn’t know who it was. Charles.

“What do you want?” You groaned in annoyance, turning onto your back and covering your face with a pillow so you wouldn’t have to face the sunlight just yet.

You waited a few seconds, awaiting a reply but you received none, what weirded you out.

Throwing the pillow away, you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes then propped yourself up on your elbows, looking up to find a bright flash of Ferrari red blocking your view. The color was too much to take, considering the fact that you had just woken up.

Once your vision adjusted to the intrusion, you realized that Charles was just casually wearing a race suit, minus the shoes and gloves, and standing still-as-stone with a stupidly big smile on his face.

“You’re going somewhere?” You asked, wondering if you had forgotten about some event he told you about.

“Non.” He chuckled.

“Is this some sort of a suit fitting or something?” You furrowed your brows, trying to figure out why he was just wearing his suit in the house.

“Also no.”

“Then, what the hell is going on?” You frowned, now genuinely confused.

“C’mon. Think a little!” He teased, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.

The wheels in your mind started spinning, trying to find any memory that would point you to the reason behind your boyfriend’s current attire.

“It’s still too early for this, Charles.” You gave up, “Why are you wearing the suit?”

“You forgot about Canada already?” He smirked, pulling the sheets off your body and placing his hand on your leg.

“What? What does that-“ then the conversation that happened after you had sex in the bathroom resurfaced in your mind, “Oh my god, Charles! I was joking!” You gasped.

You were wide awake now and fully sat up in the bed, your eyes glued on Charles as he laughed full-heartedly.

“Does that mean it doesn’t turn you on?” He teasingly asked after his laughter died down, already knowing the honest answer to his question.

“Viens ici, mon amour.” Come here, my love. He held out his hand and you took it, allowing him to help you onto his lap, the pajama shorts you were wearing doing barely anything to shield your skin from the rough material of his suit.

“Réponds-moi, chérie.” Answer me, darling. He slipped his hands under your shirt, resting them firmly on your waist. “It doesn’t turn you on?” His eyes studied your expression attentively, not wanting to miss any of your reactions to his words and his touch.

“I never said that.” You shortly replied, you walls clenching as you realized where this was going.

“Good.” He fiddled with the hem of your shirt, silently asking for permission to take it off.

With newfound eagerness, you quickly nodded and he pulled the material over your head, cursing under his breath when he realized you weren’t wearing a bra underneath. He pulled you closer, eliminating the remaining distance between you two and kissing you with pure hunger. His hands moved up your body painfully slow until they reached your hardened nipples, rolling them between his fingers and rubbing them with his thumbs.

When it came to Charles, that was enough to have you moaning into his mouth, that was all it took for you to start rocking against his crotch, desperate for any friction as you felt the wetness start to pool between your legs.

Charles then broke the kiss, moving down to nibble on your neck instead, leaving small marks on your collarbones.

“Wanna hear you, baby.” He spoke against your skin, the vibrations of his voice making you shiver.

His hands went back to your nipples and he pinched them with just enough force that you let out a high pitched moan and arched your body into him.

“Encore.” More.

He trailed his mouth down until his lips wrapped around the sensitive bud of nerves, his teeth carefully grazing the sensitive skin there. The feeling left you desperately aching for more, for stronger pleasure. It made you want anything he was willing to give, not caring if it was his fingers, his tongue or his dick.

“Charles, please.” You pleaded, you hand tugging on his hair to relieve some tension.

“Please what, ma belle?” He looked at you, clearly wanting an answer but not just any answer. He wanted an explicit one that would describe everything that’s on your mind in the filthiest way possible.

“Fuck… Please fuck me, Charles.” You begged, ending the sentence with a peck to his lips.

“Tsk,” he kissed your lips, “pas encore au moins.” Not yet at least, then his lips met the spot under your ear, “Il y a beaucoup de choses que je veux te faire d'abord.” There’s a lot of things i wanna do to you first. He clarified before he kissed the base of your neck then proceeded to suck a hickey there, the light stinging making you whimper.

Once he was satisfied with the mark he left, his fingers hooked onto the waistband of your shorts and panties, tugging on them demandingly.

“I want these off.”

You frowned at him as you realized that would leave you fully naked while he’s still completely covered up.

“You’re still fully dressed.” You pointed out, moving your hands to try to unzip the suit. However, he stopped your movements, grabbing your hand in his and bringing it up to kiss it.

“I wanna make the most out of the suit, mon amour.”

You didn’t really know what he meant but it didn’t matter because you trusted him, so you got up and slipped your shorts off, your panties immediately following.

You went back to straddle Charles but his hands immediately found your waist and he guided you into a sitting position different than the previous one. Much to your delight, you were now straddling his thigh, the contact between your clit and the suit material already making it difficult to breath steadily. It clicked in your mind, what Charles wanted and you almost moaned at the thought.

“Ride my thigh, ma belle. Make a mess on the suit for me.” You let out a shaky breath as his hands guided you to move. Your eyes squeezed shut, the amount of pleasure the friction was giving you being quite surprising.

“Non, ma cherie. Keep your eyes on me or I won’t let you cum. D’accord?” Okay? He instructed, one of his hands intertwining with yours. He started moving both your hands down your body until he reached his destination, one of his fingers slipping between your folds to rub your clit as he made sure to keep the rest interlaced with your fingers. You struggled to keep your eyes open as the pleasure intensified but you managed to keep them locked with Charles’ lust-filled ones. The way he was looking at you was sending electric sparks through you veins, effortlessly electrifying you. His eyes seemed to study every reaction you made and he payed attention to every breath you let out and every pleading whimper that slipped past your lips. He had his bottom lip tucked between his teeth as he watched you ride his thigh, your eyes dark with lust and hooded from the pleasure, your cheeks already red as you struggled to catch your breath.

“Charles.” You whined, fighting the urge to just throw your head back and shut your eyes, letting the pleasure take over you. You found yourself searching for any support, your free hand eventually reaching for Charles chest, clutching onto the red material of the suit as you continued rocking your hips on his thigh.

“Merde, comme j’adore te voire comme ça.” Shit, how i adore seeing you like this. He said, your leg brushing against against his boner repeatedly driving him mad. His moved his hands back to your hips, gripping onto you so hard you wouldn’t be surprised if it left marks, forcing you to move faster. A string of profanities spilled out of your mouth as a result. Meanwhile, his strong gaze was making this experience ten times more erotic. It made you shake with pleasure as his eyes bored into yours with bone-chilling intensity.

“Oh god, i’m gonna-“ A load moan cut you off as your body begged you to release.

“Let it go, baby.” Charles reassured you, placing a kiss onto your chest. That was all it took for your head to fall backwards, the pressure in your stomach exploding as you whimpered in sensitivity. Your whole body shook as you released onto your boyfriend’s clothed thigh.

After that, and without any warning, Charles hoisted you up, turned around and laid you down on the bed while you were still panting, struggling to recover from such an intense orgasm. His lips immediately found yours as he hovered above you. The kiss held so much passion, desperation and lust, his teeth nibbling on your lips, his tongue fighting yours for dominance and pushing to freely discover your mouth. He kissed you like he was desperate to memorize the curve of your lips.

Little did you know that it was just a distraction since Charles wanted to catch you off guard. His plan seemed to have worked perfectly and he was greatly satisfied to hear you gasp when two of his fingers pushed into you without any warning. Your back arched in pleasure as your mind caught onto what was happening.

“Oh my god, Charles.” You moaned against his lips and you literally felt him smirk in satisfaction. He then moved down to l leave open-mouthed kisses on your neck and chest, simultaneously curling his fingers inside of you, rubbing all the right spots that have you whining in ecstasy under him. You reaction encouraged him to make it a point to curl them every few thrusts, loving how you reacted when he did.

Wanting to admire you as usual, Charles sat up a bit straighter, his eyes taking in every curve of your body and settling down onto your pussy where his fingers repeatedly disappeared inside of you.

“So fucking pretty with my fingers inside of you.” He praised, “Do you like it, ma belle? Does it feel good?” He asked in a dazed voice, getting lost in the sight of you so vulnerable under him, writhing on your shared bed as his fingers fucked you.

You, on the other hand, couldn’t muster an answer even if your life depended on it. You cried out his name in response, knowing Charles loved it when you did that. Other people might want clear answers and words, but he lived for the idea that you were too far gone to reply, that he was giving you so much pleasure that your brain couldn’t think of any words other than his name.

Your legs were starting to shake and close shut as another wave of pleasure built up inside of you but Charles was quick to force them apart with his knees while simultaneously increasing the speed he was moving his hand at. You didn’t really expect any less from him, given the fast reactions he was trained to have and all. It took seconds after that for him to feel your walls tightening against his digits. Once again, the pleasure took over your mind and you hand fisted the bedsheet as your moans increased. Another orgasm shook your body and you came for the second time, whimpering Charles’ name over and over.

Through hooded eyes, you watched as he brought his fingers up to his mouth, cleaning your arousal off of them with his tongue. He groaned once he realized you were watching, wanting you to know how much he enjoyed tasting you. His little show was the direct cause behind your inability to catch your breath.

“You should get a side job as a professional torturer. You’d do great in that field.” You joked, catching a glimpse of entertainment in his eyes.

“You taste so good, mon amour. Ça me donne l’envie d’en avoir plus.” It makes me want to have more. He suggested, already pushing your legs back apart. However, this time, you were quick to sit up, pushing him back by the shoulders.

“Take the suit off, for fuck’s sake. I might have said i like it but nothing comes close to being as attractive as your naked body.” You told him, giving his lips a small kiss and sliding your hand down to cup his erection, figuring that it might help your case. You were just craving the feeling of his bare skin against yours.

He seemed to be thinking his options through for a few seconds before he finally pulled you closer and breathed the words into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine: “Do it yourself if you are so desperate to see me naked, ma chérie.”

That was all it took for you to push him back so that he was laying with his back against the mattress. You climbed on top of him, your legs on either side of his body, your pussy right on top of crotch.

While it seemed unfair to tease him after the two mind blowing orgasms he gave you, you just couldn’t resist the urge to. You rocked your hips against him and smiled when he whined your name pleadingly.

You started off by kissing him, making sure to keep moving against his cock, feeling how hard he was for you. Then, you bit his lower lip, pulling on it a little before moving down to his neck, kissing it all the way down until you reached the collar of the race suit. You hands rushed to undo all the velcro tape that secured the zipper and once that part was done, you took the zipper’s slider between your teeth and started dragging it down slowly while looking up at Charles who was closely watching you with hunger, his lips parted open and lust written all over his face. You maintained eye contact and continued undressing him.

Once the race suit was completely unzipped, he pulled his arms out of the sleeves and you pulled the item of clothing completely off, leaving him in his boxers. It was a pleasant surprise that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath it like he normally did.

“You’ve taken such good care of me, mon amour, now let me take care of you.” You said, kissing his chest, his abs down his v-line, finally pulling his boxers off when you reached them, freeing his hard length. Charles immediately groaned in relief.

You stroked him a few time, rubbing your thumb along his tip, hearing him gasp as you licked his length all the way down to the base. You looked up to find him already watching you so you locked eyes with him, knowing he loved that.

A euphoric whimper left his mouth as he felt the warmth of your mouth around him, finally promising him a much needed relief.

Charles kept lifting his head off the mattress so he can watch you while you had your lips wrapped around him. You met his eyes right away, taking him deeper as he watched.

“Fuck.” He groaned when you looked up at him through your lashes just as he hit the back of your throat. You started moving your head up and down, basking in the noises Charles was making as you hollowed your cheeks around him, taking as much of him as possible into your mouth while moving your fingers around what you couldn’t take. His hands were forcefully tugging on the sheets, turning his knuckles white as your teeth very lightly grazed his length. Once you noticed his need to hold onto something, you brought your free hand up to one of his, intertwining your fingers. You immediately felt the pressure as he squeezed your hand, swearing left and right when you swirled your tongue on his tip.

No matter how good and natural Charles’ English became, he always referred back to his first language in these kinds of moments. You loved it. You loved hearing him curse in french and you loved it even more when he whispered filthy french remarks in you ear.

“Merde… Mon dieu, y/n. Je vais-“ Shit… My god, y/n. I’m gonna- He moaned, his hips bucking up, pushing himself further down your throat, making your eyes water. You could tell he was close. Seconds later, he finally let go, releasing into your mouth as he panted from his orgasm. You swallowed and sat up, smiling at him after wiping you mouth.

He smiled back and pulled you on top of him, kissing you passionately, but you knew him so well and you could tell there was still something on his mind. Therefore, it didn’t come as no surprise when he started mumbling against your lips.

“Still wanna taste you, chérie.” He said and quickly flipped you over so you were laying on your back. He kneeled by the bed and pulled you down so your legs were dangling off the edge.

“Spread your legs for me.” He asked and you happily complied.

“Si belle comme ça. Je t’adore,” So beautiful like this. I adore you, he kissed your inner thigh, “et j’adore ton corps.” And i adore your body. You felt his kisses turn into soft bites as he inched higher, coming closer to your wet core.

With no further warning, his tongue met your clit, flat against the nerve bundle.

“Spécialement cette partie de ton corps, chérie.” Especially this part of your body, darling. Contrasting his first move, he started giving you small licks, moving his tongue between your clit and your entrance.

“Charles, please.” You whined. Your body was ready to beg Charles for anything more.

“Quoi, mon amour? T’aime m’avoir entre tes jambes? Dis-moi combien tu aime ma langue, et je te donnerai ce que tu veux, chérie.” What, my love? Do you love having me between your legs? Tell me how much you love my tongue and i’ll give you what you want, darling. He told you then went back to teasing you.

“Please… Charles, please. Oh my god.” You moaned as he sucked on your clit.

“Dis-moi, ma belle.” Tell me, my beautiful. He still insisted, not backing down.

“Fuck. I love having you between my legs, i love it so much, i fucking adore your tongue and it makes me feel so fucking good. Fuck, Charles. Please, please do something.”

Having gotten what he wanted, he dived right in, pushing his tongue into you and licking you like he’s hungry for it. Your hands quickly got lost in his hair and he pulled your legs to rest on his shoulders, giving him better access to your pussy.

“So wet for me, ma belle.” Charles spoke against your entrance, sending the vibrations of his voice through your body. You felt his tongue stroking you in all the right places, making you arch your back. Charles’ hands immediately pressed against your stomach, pushing you back down to lay flat against the mattress.

“Un peu de patience, chérie.” A little bit of patience, darling. He taunted, guiding his fingers to rub your clit as his tongue lapped on your wetness.

It took barely any time for your orgasm to build up since you were still sensitive from his teasing and your two previous ones.

“I’m gonna cum.” You warned him before letting go while gasping his name, feeling his comforting hand rub circles on your thigh as you tugged on his hair.

“You’re doing such a good job, mon amour.” He praised and watched you get flustered over his comment. It made him grin.

He then laid beside you, held your hand and waited for you to recover, comfortingly kissing your knuckles and wrist for a couple minutes before pitching in the idea of him fucking you.

“Think you can still handle that?” He asked, pushing back the hair from your damp forehead.

You quickly nodded, desperately wanting to feel him fill you up even after three orgasms.

“T’es completement sûr?” You’re completely sure? He questioned.

Instead of a reply, you pulled him towards you and he quickly got the memo.

Charles got back on top of you, lodging himself between your legs, his mouth covering yours in loving kisses. His hand wrapped around his cock, repeatedly moving his tip from your clit to your entrance teasingly.

“Charles, s’il te plais…” Charles, please… you whined, not feeling appreciative of his teasing.

“Que veux tu, mon amour?” What do you want, my love? He smirked, pushing his tip into you little before moving it back to your clit.

“I want you. Fuck me. Please. I want to feel you filling me up so bad.” You begged in desperation and he thrust into you all at once, making your mouth fall open. He started moving inside of you almost immediately, the feeling of your pussy squeezing him making him feel so desperate for a second release.

“Always so good and warm around me.” He praised, pounding into you with increased spead, his hips meeting yours perfectly with every movement.

He knew your body like the back of his hand. He memorized all your cues, all your curves and all your features, but most importantly, he knew just what leaves you writhing and moaning beneath him. He knew that the spot he was hitting inside of you would make you whimper from the pleasure and he was right, your cries of ecstasy feeling like his own personal reward. He loved his effect on you and how responsive to him you were.

As the pleasure intensified, you decided that he was too far from you, that you needed him closer. Therefore, you reached up for him, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him down closer to your chest.

“I love you so much, Charles.” You breathed the words before meeting his lips in a sloppy kiss he happily welcomed.

“Je t’aime aussi, ma belle.” I love you too, my beautiful. He said the words back between kisses as he made sure to push deeper into you. Your hips subconsciously lifted to meet his thrusts, proving that your bodies were in full sync. The feeling made you release a high pitched moan that got muffled by Charles’ lips.

For many minutes, he moved inside you repeatedly, every thrust feeling better than the previous one and every move bringing you closer to your orgasm. You knew you wouldn’t last long since the sensitivity from your previous releases was still in effect. You were already struggling to steady your legs so you wrapped them around Charles, pulling him even closer if that was possible.

“More, please.” You managed to say, desperate for him to give you everything he has to give.

“More what, babe?” He sounded breathless but you were busy admiring how swollen his lips looked to acknowledge that.

“More everything, Charles.” You rushed then quickly pushed your lips against his again.

He moaned into your mouth and started thrusting faster and harder like you asked, one of his hands moving down your body, pulling one of your legs up by the thigh, giving him better access for a deeper angle as the other limb remained wrapped around him.

He could literally feel the vibrations in your legs as he felt you clenching onto his dick.

“Fuck, i swear i’ll never get used to this.” He groaned then leaned down to kiss your neck, “Tu es si parfaite, mon amour.” You are so perfect, my love. The words were whispered right into your ear, igniting goosebumps on your skin as you felt the pleasure build up. Charles immediately noticed it by how hard your walls were squeezing him.

“You wanna cum, babe?” He asked.

“Yes. Oh god, fuck yes. I don’t think i can hold it, Charles.” You stated the obvious as your body shuddered with pent up pleasure.

“Then let go for me, chérie. Cum all over my cock.”

And you did let go. The intensity of such a strong orgasm blinded you, made you lose control over your body as Charles stilled inside of you. You brain seemed to have forgotten all the words it knew, settling down on repeatedly whining Charles’ name like a broken player, while he lightly caressed your thigh.

He patiently waited for your breathing to go back to normal and for you to open you eyes and when you did, you were met with his caring gaze and a soft smile on his lips.

“Tout va bien?” Is everything okay? He asked. You only nodded in response.

“I don’t want to push you too hard but can you handle one more? I wanna cum inside you so bad.”

You barely thought his words through before accepting. That’s the thing about sex with Charles: too much still never felt like enough.

“Wanna ride you though.” You slurred, suddenly feeling the need for control.

Charles gladly nodded.

“That’s my girl.” He grinned, kissing your temples.

You both then adjusted your positions so he was sat against the headboard with you on top of him, taking his dick inside of you as deep as it can go.

Sure, you were so incredibly sensitive that every move doubled in intensity but you were enjoying these moments of vulnerability with Charles.

You started moving, bouncing on his length and watching as his eyes closed and his head fell back against the headboard, exposing his neck. You leaned in closer and planted small kisses against his jaw. You debated giving him a love bite, calculating if it would fade before the Silverstone grand prix. Giving into your thoughts, you started sucking and biting onto the skin under his ear until you saw a bruise form. You made sure to keep the hickey small so it would fade just in time for his trip to Britain.

Meanwhile, Charles’ hands moved down your back and clawed at you ass as you alternated between bouncing on him and rolling your hips.

“Oh mon dieu. Oui chérie, juste comme ça.” Oh my god. Yes darling, just like that. He whined with a weak voice.

“J'aurais dû te faire supplier comme t’as fait à moi.” I should’ve made you beg like you did with me. You pointed out just to get a reaction out of him.

“Tu crois?” You think? He immediately replied in a challenging tone. You hummed in confirmation.

“Alright then.” His hands firmly gripped your waist, ending your brief moment of power by controlling your movements. The lazy and mellow pace quickly transformed back to a fast and rough one as he moved you faster against his dick, bringing out more frequent moans and whimpers from the both of you. The sensitivity of your clit from the preceding actions was starting to get to you as it rubbed against Charles’ crotch. It even increased as he started thrusting his hips up, making your breath catch in your throat at how deep in your stomach you felt him.

By now, you were feeling too weak to hold yourself up so you just collapsed on his chest, your lips parted and your eyes teary from the overwhelming pleasure. For the fifth time today, you felt your orgasm nearing, only this time it felt way more intense. This wasn’t a wave of pleasure, this was a fucking tsunami.

“I’m gonna cum.”

Charles’ hand briefly left your waist. He raked it through your hair, brushing it behind your ear so he could whisper to you.

“Pas encore, y/n. Attends un peu.” Not yet, y/n. Wait a little.

“What?” You mind was too hazy to comprehend that this was his reaction to you suggesting you make him beg.

“Beg for it, babe.” He smirked through his moans.

You immediately obeyed since you felt like you couldn’t hold it in for long, your shaking legs doing nothing but proving your point.

“Please, Charles, I need to cum so bad, please let me.” The brief sentence was all you managed to say.

“Oh c’mon, ma belle. Je suis certain que tu peux faire mieu que ça.” I’m sure you can do better than that.

“I need to cum so fucking bad. You feel so good so deep inside of me, i really need to cum all over your cock, Charles. Please, i’m begging you. I can’t hold it in anymore.” You blurted out, not understanding how you managed so much words in this state.

You got no reply from Charles. You just noticed him move you faster, making you shake and struggle more. Then you felt him twitch inside of you.

“Let go now.” He finally said and you both came together, cursing and whimpering each other’s names as you finally released. Tears spilled from your eyes as you felt the relief wash over you, the overstimulation making this feel way more sensual and intense than usual.

However, it worried Charles when he felt a teardrop fall onto his chest.

“Look at me, ma belle.” He lifted your chin up so he could see your face.

“Did i take it too far? Was it too much?” He asked with genuine worry once he saw your tear streaked cheeks. He wiped your face while waiting for a response.

“Oh my god, no! Not at all, mon amour. That was the best orgasm of my life.” You gave him a drunken smile and kissed his jaw since you didn’t have the energy to pull yourself up to kiss his lips yet. “It was perfect and you are beyond perfect.”

“You worried me for a second there, ma chérie.” He wrapped his arms around you and hugged you close. Your arms imitated his and wrapped around his torso as well while you smiled at his concern.

“Is it a day off today?” You hopefully asked seconds later, desperately craving a lazy day of cuddling with him after so much action this morning.

He hummed in confirmation, resting his head on top of yours and closing his eyes.

Your heart did a little dance at his response. You were more than delighted that you had him all to yourself the whole day.

“Then let me just get up and-“ you started to pull yourself up so he can pull out but Charles groaned in objection and held you closer.

“Not yet.” He objected, “This is easier than cleaning ourselves up anyway and it’s comfortable as fuck too.” He smiled.

There wasn’t a single bone in your body that was fighting to resist this offer so you just relaxed against him.

“Merci.” He thanked you for not arguing with him before reaching over to pull the covers on top of you.

The movement caused some friction down where your bodies were still joint together, making you hiss since you felt unable to handle even this slight friction.

“Sorry, babe.” He quickly apologized and covered the two of you up. You sat there in comfortable, much needed silence until he started speaking again.

“I would just like to take a moment to thank all the Ferrari gods for gifting us such a magical suit. It is truly a gift to be appreciated.” You looked up at Charles and saw him dramatically looking up, speaking like he was actually thanking a god of some sort with an adorable, playful grin on his face.

It made you chuckle against his chest and the sound immediately attracted his attention. He looked down at you with an adoring, delighted smile and kissed your forehead with so much emotion if felt like the physical form of “i love you”.

It barely took a couple minutes until the exhaustion of the morning’s events caught up to you two and you fell back asleep in each others’ arms with small, peaceful smiles painted on your lips.

[butmakeitgayblog]

I'd actually love to read about the gym session that turns into sweaty!Lexa talking Clarke out of her sports bra 👀

Ok Syn I'm gonna be real with you here.

This got a lot dirtier than I anticipated and I have no idea how that happened. So. Yeah.

(Sidenote this is a sort of follow-up to this)

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Watching her work out should be illegal.

Or maybe... maybe something someone sold tickets to.

Like a sexy demonstration class where the participants just sit and watch.

There's some finer details to the idea that you'll have to figure out later but what you do know, without question, is that while the view is magnificent, this form of its consumption is entirely bullshit.

"C'mon, Clarke, two more, let's go! You're draggin ass behind Lexa."

You growl in frustration because this isn't a goddamn race, but you finish lifting yourself through the pushup anyway.

"And you. Fuckin' move, Lexa," he yells again from your left. "This is amateur shit. Where is your focus?"

You glance up and barely hold back chuckle as her eyes flit away from the low hanging dip of your sports bra.

The hop up to your feet is anything but graceful and your knees tremble in the bend before you jump straight up. She lands a second before you do with a relieved sigh, panting and deliciously flushed.

She smiles at your snarl, hands falling to her hips wrapped in skin tight workout pants as she just stands there, watching you struggle your way through to your last sequence.

Toned little shit.

The trainer's clapping is unnecessary and overly obnoxious as you kick out and lower down, arms and legs a mess of spent jelly when you teeter through the final push up. You can't stop the groan that leaves you as you finish your final jump because you truly, truly, hate this.

Her eyes follow your chest through the landing.

It makes you remember why you'd accepted her invitation to workout in the first place.

"Great job, Lexa," that sadistic fuck congratulates her with a water bottle and fist bump that she returns when she finally drags her eyes away from your tits. He gives you a less enthusiastic pat on the shoulder, hands you your own a water bottle and a towel. "Good effort, Clarke. We'll work more on stamina next time."

You hum and wave him off with bared-teeth smile because no?

And fuck that.

And this is never happening again.

Despite the A recieved in Biology, you feel your theory is scientifically sound that this one workout should last you a lifetime.

Besides.

Your stamina is just fine where it is.

"Friday?" she asks after a delicate sip of her water and how in God's goddamn name is her breathing already normal again?

You collapse against your penthouse gym wall as they chat about her next session. They ignore your very real struggle to stay one with the living as he grabs his gym bag and heads to the door, leaving without a backwards glance to the sweaty mess you are and a dazzling smile in return to Lexa's, "See ya, Reg."

You love the way her smile own drops the second the door closes.

There's always something thrilling about bearing witness to the mask coming off.

She blows out an exhausted breath and runs the tips of her fingers through sweat darkened hair. Brushes the wisps that had escaped from her meticulously tied ponytail back into place and drags her hand down the column of her throat.

You're not exactly sure what the hell sorcery lays within the Woods family bloodline, but whatever it is, you're fairly certain it shares a genome or two with the gods.

It's annoying how beautiful she is.

Even after getting her ass kicked for an hour.

She's all wiry muscles that still pop from their recent strain as she wanders over to you. Full hips, round ass, and powerful thighs that would look absurdly delicious wrapped around you. The toned stretch of skin across the bare expanse of her belly, leading up to perfectly palmable, sport bra clad tits...

Seeing it all dappled with sweat that glistens in the sunlight filtering in through the windows is enough to have you taking a deep pull from your water.

If only she weren't such a bitch.

"You gonna survive, soldier?"

You groan and roll your eyes when she shuffles to a stop just in front of you.

"If I had known your trainer was a fucking ex-marine, I never would've showed up."

Her laugh is devious, so unabashedly pleased with herself, because you both know she had purposefully failed to mention that little detail.

"You do kinda look like you're melting," she breathes with a bite of her lip.

"'Cuz I'm made of sugar?"

"I was thinking more 'evil witch', but whatever works for you."

You reach out to poke the smartass in the stomach and grin when her throat bobs as you let the touch linger. "I thought you were into evil and hot," you murmur and trace the soft line of muscle before pulling away. "Don't worry though. That can still be our little secret."

Her hum is sexier than it has any right to be.

"In that case... Take your top off."

You snort and nearly spit out your fresh mouthful of water.

"Excuse you?" you laugh after you've safely swallowed.

"What?" she asks oh-so-innocently, save for the predatory glint of her eyes. "I do it all the time. When I'm overheated after a workout. It helps."

You shake your head and scoff.

"You are so full of shit."

She's so close you can feel the heat of her skin andn it's doing nothing to support her apparent newfound mission to help you cool off.

She holds your gaze and steps even closer, rests a hand on the wall beside your head.

"What?... Are you scared?"

Her eyes flash at your baulk. "Of showing you my tits? Hardly... I'm just not the kinda girl who gives a free show."

It's her turn roll her eyes, which is fair, because that may just have been the biggest lie you've ever told your entire life.

Whatever.

But where you expect her to push away, to drop a scathing remark and let it go, Lexa leans in.

Yours eyes follow hers when they slide down to your chest. Watch as she ghosts the pads of her fingers over the generous swell of your cleavage on display.

The touch feels like fire.

"Don't be selfish," she whispers. Your eyes droop as she presses forward, beestung lips coming just beside your ear. "It's only fair I think... You have seen me naked with a cock between my legs after all."

You smother a whimper at the slice of arousal that tears through you because, fuck. Yes. Yes, you very much have.

And if you were an honest person you'd admit you've replayed it every second for the past week.

"If I remember correctly," you valiantly try to save yourself as those lips nibble at your earlobe, "you kinda just barged in."

"And if I remember correctly, you didn't exactly mind the view."

"So that somehow means I should get topless?"

"An for eye an eye."

"Technically, what I think you're proposing is a tit for a tit."

You chuckle at the sting of her teeth.

Hum when she soothes it with her tongue.

She pulls back with a lift of that maddening fucking eyebrow and you know your own ego will be the death of you. Because the challenge in it is clear, the one written in plain Lexa-English that's daring you to deny it.

Daring you to cross that line too.

And the only thing you hate more than her, is losing. Combine the two and, jesus christ, she may have a point about you being an idiot.

But you relish the sharpness of her inhale, the subtle darkening of her eyes when you set aside your water and reach for the band of your top.

You take your time.

Make a show of it.

Slowly drag the elastic higher, inch by inch.

The impatient click of her tongue makes you laugh, but it's enough to have you finally tug it off and over your head.

You sigh in relief when your breasts fall free from the binding and it's only partly for show.

"You were right." You grin and lounge back against the wall. You give a lazy thrust forward of your hips against hers, tossing the sweat soddened bra careless and forgotten over her shoulder. "This is better."

A pink tongue peeks out just enough to wet parched chap of her lips, and if you hadn't already filled your cardio quota for the entire month, you'd seriously consider taking a victory lap.

"Enjoying the view?"

"... It's alright," she eventually says as her eyes loop tails up and down your body. "But... I don't think we're exactly... even... yet."

You look at her through the narrowed slants of your eyes, because something in her voice makes your stomach drop.

"No?"

She looks at beneath the hang of her lashes.

"No."

She reaches out and rubs gentle circles along your thigh. Caresses the bend of your hip, up the dip of your waist.

Brushes a thumb just below your breast.

"I think if you try and picture it clearly-- and I'm sure you have," she adds with a wolfish smile, "my nipples were quite hard that night."

All you can manage is a croaked, "Oh?"

She purrs her confirmation and fuck, you have to hold back a shiver when she trails a single finger around the hardening bud. "She'd been sucking them for hours by then."

Goddamn devil.

You think she's going to do exactly that, to show you exactly how that evening had went, but lips merely kiss along your collarbone instead. Your hips twitch at the soft suction she mouths to the base of your neck.

"Fuck, Lex."

She licks a line up to the hinge of your jaw.

"Mmm... She said that too."

You're still scrambling for something, literally anything witty to say back when she nips at your chin.

"I'm sure you remember that. Just like you remember how wet I was," she breathes against your skin. "What was it you said? That I was dripping all over your floor?"

You do remember.

Had fucked yourself twice that night to the image of her wild hair and furious eyes. Imagined the scent of her arousal filling your senses as she'd loomed over you and looked delightfully sinful.

You loved getting off to the idea of little miss priss making such a mess.

"Ya know," you say and don't even care to change the strain that laces your voice, "if this was your end goal for a good workout, you could've just asked me to take a turn wearing that strap."

Her laugh is deep as it vibrates through you where she's practically pinning you to the wall.

"I find it funny, actually. That that's the one you saw me in... It's my absolute favorite. Did you know that?"

You can't even begin to think of answer to that when her hand presses to the flat of your chest and slowly, so achingly slowly, slides down your waist.

"That's why I was so wet," she whispers with a brush of her lips to your ear. "It drives me crazy, every time. I love the way it sits prefectly on my clit."

"Oh fuck," you burst in a panted breath when two fingers slip down and massage between your thighs.

"It feels amazing," she says as she rocks her fingers, sliding along the length of your slit through the flimsy cotton of your pants. "Sometimes I like this one that sits inside me. The one that stretches me while I fuck them."

You suck in a gasp when fingers press and tease against your opening and you've never hated the social construct of wearing pants more in your life.

She mouths kisses along your neck. Smiles against your skin at the buck of your hips and only slips back up to rub tight circles on your clit.

"That one though?" she continues with words like breathy silk as her fingers speed up. "That one is for special occasions... Special conquests... Just for me."

Moans spill free from your lips as you cling to her and wordlessly beg her for more.

"I come so hard with it. Fuck, Clarke, you have no idea. And I was right there. I was so close that night..."

You whimper when the maddening circles abruptly stop.

"And then you turned on that fucking music."

The thrash of her growl is enough to startle you, to snap you out of your haze, like a bucket of ice over your head that's sends you plunging back to reality.

Your eyes fly open when she suddenly pulls away from you completely.

Stoned faced and visibly furious, her stare looks lethal enough to burn right through you.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh son. of. a. bitch.

You really are an idiot.

Okay.

Well.

That's devastating.

"Do that again when I have a guest over," she seethes through clenched teeth as you gape like the dumb asshole you are, "and next time it'll be worse. Do not test me on this, Clarke."

You're not sure if she's referring to the shitty music or the apparently ruined orgasm. Your brain is kind of non-functuoning at the moment, what with the ache still pounding between your thighs.

Her gaze flits to your chest as she huffs a disdainful laugh and pushes away from where you're plastered to the wall.

"Now we're even," she smirks. "Go clean yourself up. Looks like you made a mess."

You don't even flinch when she taps an infuriating finger to your nose.

She spins on her heels and struts toward the door that leads to her private stream room. You splutter and cough out indignant nonsense. Look down at your bare chest and can't believe this bitch as she leaves you in her wake when reality finally kicks back into gear.

"I-- o--oh, come on!" you uselessly shout after her when she's already half out the door.

"And for the record, Clarke. If I ever find a woman who can top me?" she says with a backwards glance and a dangerous curl of her lips. "... I'm sure you'll be the first to know."

[elifalvey]

Elijah should have realized that what was supposed to be a quick and casual trip to Frontier Foods would be anything but when he came to a halt in the baby aisle, staring at the seemingly endless wall of Gerber snacks and not finding a singular flavor of puffs that he knew Rhia would eat.

She wasn’t picky — quite the opposite, actually — but for whatever reason, blueberry was the only one that ever actually made it to her mouth more often than the floor.

He’d been debating going with a different one, recalling that they didn’t try vanilla yet . . . or, perhaps he could just go with an entirely new snack altogether, the yogurt melts catching his eye (sidenote: why was making this choice always so Goddamn difficult?), when he’d nearly been knocked off balance by someone else running into him.

Okay, maybe he’d been a little obnoxious with how he stood so unsurely in the middle of the path, but he didn’t think he was that hard to miss.

His head snapped to look beside him, a “Shit, sorry,” leaving his lips, though he was unable to do much in the way of stopping the chain of events that followed — puffs spilled along the floor, the other’s cart slightly off kilter as she bumped backwards. It was then that he really realized what had happened. Or, rather, who this happened with. And for a split second, quite frankly, he didn't believe it.

“Matilda.” He sounded just as caught off guard as she was, shock coursing through his body before he fully registered that, yes, it was Matilda in front of him. The poke to the shoulder solidified as much, and he had to admit that he was almost glad for that gesture, otherwise he wouldn’t have been so sure that this was real.

“What are you . . . ?” he trailed off, ‘doing here’ on the tip of his tongue as he shook his head. That was a stupid question in which his mind easily filled the blank, retracting it entirely as he continued instead, “Sorry, never mind. Uh — yeah, in the flesh.” At this point, he wasn’t too sure if he was still in disbelief because he hadn’t been expecting it, or because she seemed just as confused. He laughed, softly and awkwardly.

“Let me, um . . . let me help you clean these up?” He was already leaning down to pick the scattered snacks up from the floor before she could possibly protest.

( @mctildatautou )

𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 : frontier foods 𝙖𝙫𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮 : @elifalvey

there was a lot of things matilda didn't really think through and the biggest one of all was neglecting the task of getting groceries for her new place. aweek had swiftly passed, sustained only by an endless take out containers from silk road. now, the moment had come to get those essential pantry staples she desperately needed.

but alas, grocery shopping wasn't exactly her forte. her cart was a mishmash of items that seemed to barely add up to one dish. lost in her thoughts and considering on just getting take out everyday , matilda wandered into the baby aisle, immediately drawn to the gerber baby snacks (noted to be her favorite snack from an allure article from 2013). cracking open the cranberry orange flavor, she indulged in a few, oblivious to the presence of another shopper.

distracted, she walked straight into them, the bottle slipping from her grasp and clattering to the floor. ' merde ! ' she muttered, eyes darting downwards before meeting the gaze of the person before her. panic gave way to confusion as she took a step back, crunching on the little stars, and ultimately bumping into her cart.

' fucking hell ? ' with a short, nervous laugh, matilda scanned her surroundings, half-expecting hidden cameras to reveal she was on an episode of prank'd. she reached out, poking the other person's shoulder with her pointer finger.

' elijah ? ' she questioned, as if encounters with doppelgängers were as common as they were rare.

[adhdo5]

Finished I'm Glad My Mom Died. Didn't know I could do that anymore; bit of a testament to how good it is at narrative. I think that's the best part of it the way it handles picking what episodes etc to cover, how to do it, how it paces and allocates page time and chapter space to all these troubles and the way out is extremely effective. Like genuinely pacing immaculate

There's also a very strong command of voice, how it develops over the course of events etc.; I don't think it's particularly revolutionary but it achieves exactly what it sets out to do and does it well

There are parts where the narration is a little trite or otherwise just didn't do it for me, but they're infrequent enough and mild enough that I never really felt it was obnoxious; I think this is also just a personal preference thing. The book is not particularly deep/layered, and I didn't find it especially thought-provoking (which probably contributed to how quickly it read), but it doesn't really have to be? Everything it is setting out to do and communicate is quite obvious and it does and communicates all of those things to great effect.

Like what can I say? (A lot clearly but like I mean what can I say that is actually valuable.) It's a candid, well-told first-person narrative of someone's life growing up in abuse. Some banger lines some misses mostly groundbreaking (if it is at all) in only its existence as a testimony on the shape of the industry from this POV. (Sidenote: I truly do not understand why multiple people call it funny? It's not. Like, it doesn't have to be? It's a first person narrative about abuse? There's parts that are sardonically told, snarky and ironic moment, etc. but those are few and what they're discussing is dismal. It's certainly not consistently darkly funny or anything and I didn't at all get the sense that McCurdy was making light of anything? Maybe I'm just too ADHD to pick up on it)

What I DID find thought provoking though is the existence of this book in and of itself. McCurdy multiple times talks about how much she despised being part of the public eye for her entire development, heavily criticizes her commodification, &c. – indeed her being forced to perform for the people around her in positions of power is a repeated theme and something she directly parallels primarily between her acting career and her abusive relationships – but by nature of the memoir's existence here are some of her rawest struggles being quite literally marketed and commercialized. Like of course she has more agency over what is said and how as she literally wrote the book and she clearly actively wanted to write something off and exposé but there's something fascinatingly ironic about it and a little grim. Critical response is something she cites as an out-of-her-control element that contributed to how little agency she had as an actor, and while she has more control over the content, critical reception is still down to the critics. Arguably, more than ever, she is being scrutinized and her life literally sold with this publication; hell, that's what I'm doing right now, and I'm calling some of her personal self expression of extremely painful events "trite" and saying it's not particular ~artistically deep~ in judging it on literary value. Is the change that it's published and curated on her terms really enough to offset that? Is there anything else ever 2 do? Much to think about .

Uh 7/10 good testimonial captures experiences

[thecollectionsof]

I guess my poison is Sportsdoll then

okay here's a little bit of angst just for you <3

sidenote: for some reason every time you give me the inspiration to write something small it blows out of proportion?? anyways i wrote a songfic (i know, nobody's favorite. in my defense i needed something to help me write angst because this is also my first time doing that)

anyways. here's goodbye

Look, you got me crying on the train

You got me wishing for a time I called for mother

Hid under covers

Jan’s crying again. She’s on the train, tears dripping into her palms as she hides her face in her hands. With every stop she draws closer to her parents house, wanting nothing more than to curl up under the covers in her childhood bed and be comforted by her mom. 

She deserves that, at least.

And I know this always sounds the same

But I've been stuck to you like a shadow you can't shake off

Just let me take off and run

It’s been a while since she was last here, standing outside of her parents house, but it was for a very different reason this time.  

Last time she was here, Nicky was at her side. Last time she was here, her parents ran to greet the both of them, pulling them in for tight hugs and kisses on the cheek. Nicky had laughed and hugged them back just as hard, and Jan couldn’t help but smile as she watched the people she loved most in the world greet each other with love. 

And now she’s standing outside, the bitter wind making her feel even more alone. That’s what she gets for spending so much time with Nicky, she guesses.

She walks up to the door and melts into her mom’s arms, but it’s not the same. Last time they hugged, it was a joyful goodbye after a great weekend celebrating her dad’s birthday. Now, she’s being bustled through the house, lines of tears running down her face as she walks through the rooms of her childhood home and wants nothing more than to look to her left and see Nicky walking with her.

She was with Nicky so much, it feels weird to be alone.

You had me going for some time

Taking the bait and swimming fast

I felt the tension

You had my attention

She remembers the first time they saw each other, at a college party Nicky was hosting with her roommates. Nicky was gorgeous and a good host, flitting between groups and individuals, talking to everyone she came across. She was glowing, and Jan couldn’t take her eyes off of her. 

“Are you Jan?” Nicky had asked, and Jan could’ve swooned at her accent, at the way her lips curled up as she said her name. 

“Yeah, why?” 

“Your friends told me I could find you here. I don’t think we’ve met, my name is Nicky Doll.”

Jan knows that, she knows of Nicky. Nicky was the type of person that people knew, the type that commanded attention wherever she went without even trying. 

She’d had Jan’s attention on her every time she’d seen her. She didn’t even try, she was just that beautiful. 

The night had ended with them tangled in the soft sheets of Nicky’s bed after Nicky had pushed the rest of the duties of hosting onto her roommates with one arm draped around Jan the entire time. Jan woke up to Nicky softly tracing patterns on her back, and they spent the rest of the next day together, talking and getting to know each other.

They had clicked immediately, and by the end of the month Jan had a girlfriend. 

And you say there's other fish in the sea

Maybe for you but not for my undying conscience

You think it's obnoxious

So I think now it's time for goodbye

She remembers a time where they were inseparable. After four years of dating, she would still go to Nicky for everything, and Nicky would do the same for her. They shared everything with each other, spent their days together, texted each other cute things when they woke up on the days where their schedules didn’t align. 

Maybe that’s why it hurt so much when she started finding things that Nicky was keeping from her. It started small—things that she did that day, who she was hanging out with, little things like that. 

Jan didn’t think she was cheating on her, but she couldn’t help but feel hurt when Nicky came home with a smile that faded into furrowed brows the more time she spent with her. Or when Nicky stopped her one day and told her that they should break up, that she wasn’t happy in the relationship anymore.

Nicky was trying to date again, finding the “other fish in the sea” that she had told Jan to pursue in her absence, but she couldn’t bring herself to date anyone. She couldn’t bring herself to date after Nicky, not when it feels too new, too raw. Not when her conscience tells her that it’s cheating, that it wouldn’t feel right.

She still loved Nicky, even if Nicky didn’t love her anymore. Even if Nicky told her to stop texting her when she asked what she did wrong one too many times, even if she was blocked the next time she tried to call.

This is the end, isn’t it?

Needless to say, we've taken time

And used it to make our smiles align

But still your emotions changed on a dime

She tried to keep her distance, tried to seem like she was fine with the breakup. Her friends and family had commended her on how strong she was, not knowing that she hid in her room and ate shredded cheese straight from the bag for dinner most nights. She tried to play it off as a mutual thing, pretending to be as alright with it as Nicky seemed to be.

She couldn’t do it. 

Seeing Nicky sitting at the outdoor seating at a cafe they would frequent together with another girl was the nail in the coffin. She turned and walked the other way, getting on the train with nothing other than her phone, wallet, and the clothes on her back, texting her mom a simple i’m coming home.

So she came home. To a place where people don’t just fall out of love with her in seemingly a day, where she can just be sad without seeing Nicky move on in front of her.

What did she do? Why did Nicky move on so quickly?

Our love was red, the world was blue

Love was impatient, now we're through

There's only one thing left to say this time

I hope you're fine, goodbye

She sits at a table surrounded by her family, but she still feels like something’s missing. The place where Nicky’s chair would be is filled, her sister taking the space and shifting the other seats over to accommodate the sudden extra room.

She had been expecting a ring from Nicky any day now. Instead, she’s single. 

It’s over, right? Nicky’s gone. As much as she wished otherwise, the relationship was over. This was it, it was over, it was done. 

It hurt, but something about that was oddly freeing.

Jan fell asleep after dinner and she didn’t feel as broken anymore. She wasn’t fixed, far from it—she still felt a pang of grief rip through her every time she looked for Nicky to share a joke or a smile and found nothing. But she was surrounded by people who love her, people who went out of their way to make her time at home feel as normal as possible despite her teary eyes and fake smiles.

She was loved, just not by Nicky.

Good luck, Nicky, she thought to herself as she fell asleep in her childhood bedroom, her dog at her feet and the snores of her dad echoing from the other room, and goodbye.

[jesusology]

WAIT YOU'RE A TWIN in your expert opinion do you think having roman/shiv be twins makes their dynamic different from regular siblings / their characterizations have more depth?

HELL YEAH BABY i have a master's degree in twinology actually so yes i suppose you could say i am an expert ;)

while i genuinely (sadly) don't think that shiv or roman actually are twins sadly... however, if they were, i think the dynamic would have more depth but i also could be very biased because i like having more twins in stuff and i like to be obnoxious about it. they have a certain sense of closeness that they don't have with kendall or connor and you can tell from their banter and how i think (i could be wrong here) they're most often the two we see together. kind of attached in a way, maybe? if that’s how to put it?

important sidenote here though: me and my twin are identical and i feel like there’s a different dynamic that goes on between fraternal twins rather than identical. so, looking at it from what i feel at a fraternal stand point (which i’m obviously not as versed in bc i’m an identical twinsie) they have an absolute air of having ‘twin vibes’.

i'd need to pull out actual examples from episodes to add to credibility here but just. let's take my word and act like i know what i'm talking about here. let’s pretend

[noperopesaredope]

Unpopular Opinion: I LOVE Cilan (Pokemon)

So, recently I remembered that Pokemon Black and White exists and decided to look up some pics of my fav character, Cilan, for my banners. And I, who hasn’t really explored that fandom too much, found out that people don’t really like him. Now, I grew up with Black and White, it was a favorite of mine and Cilan was my childhood crush. So maybe I’m bias. But maybe I’m not, because I never had any expectations.

So, I decided to make this mini-rant on why I love Cilan from Pokemon.

I first developed a crush on Cilan (as a kid) because he gave off an odd maturity and calm to him, something I didn’t get often from characters. Though he can be, well, a lot when it comes to talking about pokemon, he real does try to teach people how to improve themselves. I really feel in love during the episode with the purple haired girl, since the way he talked to her just made me feel a certain way. Chill. Listened to. Vibing. I vibed with him as a kid.

But he isn’t always calm (just chill). I adore how, as someone once described it, flamboyant he is. I love characters who are just unashamed to be extra. About to do exposition? Poses, spotlights, and dramatic facial expressions. Playing the villain? Flowing cape, mask, and fancy voice. Dressing in drag? He does it better than the fancy girls. Some people may find this obnoxious, but honestly, I think I like him even more NOW because of it. I love over the top characters. One of my fav EAH OCs (that I’ve made), Magnificent Charming, is just a straight up theater kid. Speaking of him...

I headcanon Cilan to be neurodivergent. He is passionate about every topic he finds interesting, and knows a weird amount about each. This has ended up extending beyond just passion and into hyperfixation, something I can see in myself. Anytime the subject is even remotely related, he will go on a passionate rant about it, and will talk an obsessive amount about his current major hyperfixation in general. Mentions fishing? Talks about it non-stop for the rest of the week. Someone they meet makes movies? “I LOVE MOVIES LETS MAKE ONE RIGHT NOW HERE’S EVERY MOVIE EVER MADE AND DID I MENTION I LOVE ACTING DO YOU NEED AN ACTOR DO YOU WANT TO MAKE A MOVIE FRICK YEAH MOVIEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS-” Pokemon? Tells you every fact he knows about the pokemon, gives you advice about pokemon, screams about pokemon, rants about pokemon, fanboys over pokemon-

This is great representation for me. I feel seen. Me and my sibling are neurodivergent peeps who never know how to stfu about something and will mention it as many times as we can in any and every conversation. I now know everything about Marvel because I haven’t heard about anything else in 2 weeks and every conversation we’ve had (50 extended interactions per day) has had Marvel in it. This is kind of the case with Cilan. I love this, as I can relate to the feeling of going on and on and on and on about something I’m passionate about, even if everyone else wants to talk about something else. I also just love hearing people excitedly talk about their passions and get really happy about them.

He’s just an absolute dork, and I love that.

Also related, Cilan’s really smart and good at his job. He knows a lot about pokemon and gives good advice, I think he went to a college for the connoisseur stuff, and he takes his job seriously. In the episodes with Skyla, he actually gets mad because he understands the importance and responsibility a gym leader has. He’s good at teaching in subtle ways (another important part of being a gym leader) and can give constructive critisizm with free connoisseur advice.

In conclusion, I have ADHD and don’t know how to end this. Basically, this boy is me, so I guess I’m some fandom’s least favorite character. That explains a lot.

(Sidenote: I thought he was, at most, 14 years old, which is why he’s my childhood crush. I looked it up out of curiousity, turns out he’s SIXTEEN. Legit my age. So I guess that if I felt like it, I could still crush on him now and it wouldn’t be weird)

[nottonyharrison]

Rewind! Cause I love Battlestar Galactica and also used to play it on pc a few years back but I actually never read fic... how dumb is that? 😂😂😂

WIP sampler basket

So this is definitely another in the ‘abandonedish’ pile as I haven’t written anything on it for *checks Ao3* SIX WHOLE YEARS WHAT THE FUCK HAHAHAHAH

You should definitely go read some fic though, some stellar authors in that fandom. I don’t have any recs as it’s been a while but if you start with the novel length ones you’ll find some good authors.

Anyhoo, back to Rewind. Canon divergent Kara/Lee/Sam I’ll give you an excerpt of that one to see if it entices you to dive into BSG! (sidenote, I had to reread the story for this and I actually think it might be one of my best so that’s encouraging)

Ten years ago, she'd shouted her love for Lee Adama to the gods; In retrospect, it was horrifying and embarrassing and wonderful all at once. A few hours later she'd married another man and started a life on an only partially hospitable planet. Two years later they had a baby and a house, and her husband turned out to be some kind of Cylon God, but you know it's a weird universe and you never know what's going to move your furniture. Happiness is irrational and all that jazz.

Ten years ago wasn't the last time she'd seen Lee Adama, but it was the last time they'd parted as friends. Her station on the ground and his in orbit worked for both of them, the occasional stilted call or a yearly officers meeting the most contact they'd had, and now here he is at a frakking PE.

She's waiting for the less patient parents to make their way out, trading obnoxious faces with Sam, when his face stills and he coughs, eyes pointedly looking behind her. She turns.

“Commander Adama, fancy seeing you here.” Sam's voice is relaxed and friendly, and Kara begins to realize this isn't their first meeting since the colonization.

“Anders, Colonel Thrace.”

She stiffens as he holds out his hand, but takes it anyway. “Commander.” She doesn't know what to do with her hand, so she waits until he drops it, and looks away. Sam clears his throat and jabs at her back with a finger. “So, what do you think about the new teachers? Some of them look pretty young, huh?”

Lee eyes her for a moment. “The older we get, the younger they look, I guess.”

She shifts on her feet and finally lets her eyes rest on his. He's definitely put on weight. A few pounds here and there, a roundness to his once angular jaw and cheeks. It's the look of a man who's aged ten years in a few months. She opens her mouth to make a jab, but Sam talks over her before she says something stupid enough to get into a fight.

“We almost didn't recognize you without the signature rock hard Apollo bod.” Sam's voice is teasing, and Kara turns her head to him slowly, eyes glaring daggers.

Lee huffs a laugh, “Are you trying to tell me I've lost my sex appeal, Anders?”

“There's no trying about it, Adama. You've lost your sex appeal, You need help, before you become involuntary celibate.”

“You offering to help?”

The auditorium is empty now, aside from the three of them, and tension of two posturing alpha males. Kara grabs Sam by the elbow and drags him towards the exit.

There's a shout from behind them as she rams the doors open. “You could both help, I'm sure I can do with the extra challenge.”

Her jaw drops to the floor as Sam shouts a reply replies. “Call me. Maybe we can all get a drink some time!”

The doors slam shut, and Kara slams Sam against the nearest locker bank. “Did you just...”

“What, don't tell me you've never thought about it.”

[radramblog]

Dreamworks Tier List

It’s a low effort post time!

I asked for a random tier list to do and this is what was handed to me. I can work with this. Time to ruin some people’s opinions of me.

Aight lets get this out of the way.

I’d consider watching some of these- Prince of Egypt and How to train your dragon 2/3 are apparently pretty good, and I’d watch The Croods for Nic Cage alone. But I think the bottom tier are just inexcusable, based off what I’ve seen and heard of trailers and opinions and reviews since their release. And Antz and Sinbad are movies I’ve definitely seen as like, a 5 year old, but I don’t know shit so I might as well not have.

 Shit Tier

If you’ve seen the trailer for Madagascar 3, where Marty does the whole “da-da-dadadada-da-dada circus” for way to long, you’ve seen Madagascar 3. The rest of the movie is just as obnoxious and unfunny.

Similarly, Monsters vs Aliens is just devoid of anything resembling humour or intrigue. The most I remember is the scene of the President trying to communicate with the aliens by…playing Axel F? I remember it because at the time I was like holy shit a Crazy Frog reference, but that’s not something I like to acknowledge being a fan of these days.

Shark Tale is an abomination unto god, and that’s even before we get to how fucking weird it looks. It’s an entire fucking story built around the ��liar revealed” plot, which is easily one of the most aggravating plot archetypes ever devised. Somehow it’s not the worst cinema Will Smith has been in, a fact that is frankly mind-boggling- but After Earth and the second half of Hancock still exist, so.

 Bad Tier

Over the Edge was something I found entertaining as a kid, but I’m not sure why. It does have the climax sequence I did like, but that one blatant reference got a lot less funny when I realized it wasn’t original. For the life of me I don’t remember what the reference is to, but it’s some anime, you know.

Bee Movie is the source of some of the greatest memes of all time, and for that alone it gets a rescue from shit tier. But it’s so, so awful. I really don’t know who signed off this plot.

Madagascar was a series that only got worse as it went on. It didn’t start that good. At least this one has Moto Moto.

Shrek the Third is the worst Shrek, and it’s nooooot particularly close. I don’t remember a huge amount from it, but what I do remember wasn’t good. Why did they make Donkey fuck the dragon?

 OK tier

Madagascar 1 was the best Madagascar, and in a surprising reversal of how this normally goes, managed to be significantly better than it’s Disney (?!) ripoff, Into the Wild. The one with the most genuine emotional moments, and the first one before they started shoving the Penguins and King Julien down everyone’s throat. Sidenote, did you know Julien is voiced by Sacha Baron Cohen??

Shrek Forever After somehow managed to be less bad than Shrek the Third, but it’s not like it was particularly good. It’s a wonderful life but it’s Shrek is more compelling than I would have expected, seeing as it does mean you have to have him actually acknowledge the development of his character. The framing of this, and the “comedy” therein, do not land.

 Good Tier

For what it’s worth, I think Shrek is overrated. This doesn’t mean I think it’s bad, obviously, quite the opposite. It’s a parody that thankfully doesn’t rely too heavily on reference and gross-out humour, but manages to have the comedy actually land in a way I don’t think anyone at the time expected. But it’s really overshadowed by the sequel.

I basically don’t remember anything from How to Train your Dragon, but I’m pretty sure I’d get my throat slit if I put it any lower than this, so. It’s aight? Probably need to rewatch it, but you’d have to force me to do it.

I genuinely forgot the Wallace and Gromit movie, along with the other Aardman Animations films, ended up under the Dreamworks umbrella. I’d argue Curse of the Were-Rabbit is weaker than the original shorts, but considering how perfectly charming those are, that isn’t actually saying that much. Now that I think of it, have I ever watched this all the way through? It might be up here by pedigree alone.

Speaking of Aardman, Flushed Away is genuinely excellent comedy, and would probably be substantially higher if the main characters’ design didn’t weird me out. They’re a little too anthropomorphized.

Kung Fu Panda is best described by the Chinese film producer who said, “Why did we never make this film?” While I find Po somewhat obnoxious, the rest of the movie more than compensates.

Holy shit I need to go rewatch Megamind, that movie was so fucking good but I haven’t seen it since it came out. Somehow I remember a review of the Wii game in some magazine (34ish % iirc) better than I do that film, and that’s a genuine tragedy. I didn’t even realise that meme of the villain from like last year or so was actually from Megamind, aaarrgh.

Top Tier

Shrek 2 is a perfect sequel. It innovates on the parody elements, continues the story in an interesting way, and has genuinely good emotional moments with a frankly iconic climax. I’m not sure I have a single bad thing to say about it. It’s really, really good.

Chicken Run is another one where it’s hard to gush about. It’s just excellent Aardman Brothers animation combined with a solid premise and surprisingly dark elements, and all of those come together to make a genuinely top tier movie. One of the best animated films ever made? Maybe.

But El Dorado is better. What El Dorado feels like to me is the secret 5th member of that period where Disney was just putting out off-beat but excellent animated films- from when we got Lilo and Stitch, The Emperor’s New Groove, and Atlantis. The last glorious breaths of American 2D animation. It’s a peerless adventure film, on a similar stage as the better Indiana Jones films or the aforementioned Atlantis, while managing to be engaging for those of all ages. It’s got witty dialogue for days, and astonishing visuals and music. I don’t think Dreamworks has made a better movie than this, and I don’t think they ever will.

That image this list is using for it looks fucking awful though, holy shit.