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Marion Ravenwood: no one tells me what to do in my place

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[oizysian]

hello, hope you are doing well and do you still take requests? if yes can i request top!wanda x beffy!gp!bottom!nat x switch! reader where nat was approached and flirted with by some woman so wanda and r decide to show nat who she belongs to. no pressure tho, i understand if you're not comfortable writing it.

i've also just finished reading the mafia!au and omg that is a masterpiece. hope there will be another chapter soon. 🙏🏻

You Belong to Us | Wanda Maximoff & Natasha Romanoff

Pairing: Mommy!Wanda Maximoff x bottom!Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Natasha has a cock, talks of breeding, edging, blowjobs, ejaculating strap, threesome

Word count: 1.9k

“Do you know why you’re in this position?”

Natasha nodded, her face red with embarrassment as she lay exposed before us, her hands and feet bound, keeping her still on the bed.

“Words, malyshka.” Wanda said and I looked over at her, smiling at how she cared despite how heated up she was over how that woman acted towards Nat in the bar.

“Yes, I’m sorry, ma’am.”

“It’s much too late for ‘sorry.’ But you already knew that.”

Natasha’s eyes fell to the strap in Wanda’s hand, the big, girthy one she only used when we disobeyed her. I watched as Nat’s dick twitched with arousal, and licked my lips excitedly, knowing Wanda would let me play with her soon enough.

“You shouldn’t have let that nasty woman touch you like that.” Wanda said sternly as she stepped into the harness, pulling it up and securing it around her hips. “You know you belong to us.”

“I’m sorry,” she said softly, her eyes downcast. “I thought she was only being nice.”

“You thought she was being nice.” Wanda said condescendingly, grabbing the lube from the nightstand and pouring a generous amount into her hand. “What did you think, Y/N?”

“I thought she was trying to fuck you.” I directed towards Nat and Wanda nodded in agreement, lathering the cock on her hips up with the lube in her palm.

“Please,” Natasha pleaded, her dick nearly fully standing at attention now. “I wouldn’t have let her -”

“Oh, but you did, Natalia.” Ooh, Wanda only used that name when she was upset. “You did let her. I saw how she was stroking your arm,” she got on the bed in between Natasha’s legs. “I saw her eyeing your dick.”

“Wanda, I-”

“Shh,” she said as she stroked her length teasingly, getting ready to fuck her ass. “You can only make it up to me by cumming inside of me. But, that won’t be until later. You need to be punished first.”

She brought the tip of the cock to her hole, pushing it in inch by inch ever so slowly. I watched as Natasha’s face contorted with pleasure, a soft moan falling from her lips.

“Wanda,” I said softly as her hips began moving. “May I play with her cock?”

“Yes, you may, Y/N. “

I hopped onto the bed excitedly, sitting next to Natasha’s bound form and wrapping my hand around her cock, spreading her precum along her length. Her hips attempted to buck towards my hand, but she was tied down to the bed, Wanda having most of the control of her body at this point.

Wanda fucked her slowly, letting her get adjusted to her thickness before rutting her hips against her faster, more urgently than before. Natasha called out for Wanda, her chest heaving, her nipples hard and aching to be touched, but Wanda ignored her, biting her lower lip and fucking her lover deeply.

“I want her inside me.” I whined. “Can I fuck myself on her, mommy?”

“Oh, fuck, yes you can.” Wanda panted, gripping Nat’s hips and pounding into her.

I straddled her, raising myself above her cock so I could position her at my entrance. Natasha moaned lowly as I sunk down onto her length, bouncing myself on her hips as Wanda fucked her ass.

“Oh god!” She cried out, tugging on the binds that kept her hands attached to the headboard.

I leaned forward and grabbed her breasts, groping them greedily as I rode her.

“Unh, oh fuck,” I groaned, rubbing myself against her as I slammed my hips down on her own. “I’m so close.”

“Don’t let her cum yet,” Wanda said to me and I nodded mindlessly, slapping Natasha’s tit and taking pleasure in her torture. “We’re gonna use her all night.”

“Oh, please, Wanda!” Natasha cried. “Mommy, please!”

“Keep begging,” she said with a smile. “I love hearing you beg for me.”

Natasha threw her head back, squeezing her eyes shut and letting her mouth fall open.

I brought my right hand down and played with my clit, rubbing it so I could cum before Natasha. I squeezed her cock as I came, but pulled off of her before she could cum herself.

“No, Y/N! Please, baby, let me cum inside you.” She begged but I shook my head, looking down at her painfully erect cock, wet with my juices.

“Mommy said no. Right mommy?” I looked back at Wanda who was still pounding her own cock into Natasha’s ass and she nodded.

“That’s right, sweetheart. You’re such a good girl listening to mommy.”

Natasha groaned, her voice rising with every stroke of Wanda’s dick.

“I’m gonna cum inside you.” Wanda said as she reached for the balls of the strap, getting ready to squeeze her load into Natasha. “I’m gonna breed you like the bitch you are.”

Natasha cried out pathetically as Wanda let her cum spurt into her ass, droplets of cum beading up on the tip of her cock. I could tell she was close, but mommy said she couldn’t cum. Not yet.

Wanda pulled her sticky cock out of Natasha’s ass, smiling down at the gaping hole, still hungry for her.

“You enjoy being bred, don’t you, Natalia?”

She nodded mindlessly, tears building up in her eyes.

“You love being my cumdump, don’t you?”

“Y-yes, mommy.”

Wanda looked over at me and beckoned me over to her. I climbed over Natasha on all fours and approached Wanda, who grabbed me by my chin and kissed me hard. I moaned into her mouth and she sucked on my tongue. When she finally released me, I was panting, needing more of her.

���Play with Tasha some more.” She said to me, leaning back on the bed and slipping out of the harness. “I want to watch.”

She tossed the toy to the side and spread her legs, playing with her own clit as I returned my attention to Natasha. She lay panting, sweating, as I crawled back over to her and played with her cock again. She let out a low moan and I stroked her ever so slightly, just enough for her to feel me but not enough for her to cum.

“Please.” She begged softly, turning her head to look at Wanda who was still playing with herself.

I brought my head down and took the tip into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. I heard her crying out, begging for release as I took more of her in my mouth. When she began to twitch against my tongue, I pulled away from her, my spit and cum trailing from my lips to her throbbing tip.

“Oh god, please,” she begged, her hips jerking upward. “Please let me cum.”

I looked back towards Wanda and she shook her head, her hand working on her bundle of nerves. I licked my lips and laid down in front of her, my ass in the air, in full view for Natasha, as I ate Wanda out hungrily.

I heard Natasha moan as she watched us, my tongue and lips working tirelessly on Wanda’s puffy pussy. I felt her thread her fingers through my hair and push my face into her sopping cunt, which only egged me on further.

“Oh, yes, baby.” She moaned softly. “Lick mommy’s cunt. Just like that. You’re doing so good for mommy.”

I hummed against her, letting my tongue slip inside her.

She let her head fall back and she rolled her hips against my face. I could feel her clenching around my tongue so I knew she was close. I added two fingers into her wetness and sucked on her clit and she came screaming my name, forcing my face into her cunt roughly as she rode out her high on my fingers and tongue.

Natasha watched us, her breathing shallow, drool cascading down her chin, her body trembling, aroused beyond belief.

Wanda pet my head, humming softly as she pulled me away from her, watching as I licked my lips greedily, not letting a drop of her go to waste.

“You’re such a good girl, Y/N. Not like Natalia. She’s a bad girl.”

“Please, Wanda, I’m sorry. Please let me cum.”

“Are you sorry?” She said as she scratched my head, making me feel good.

“Yes, I swear!”

“Hmm.” She said as I laid down next to Natasha, bringing my hand up to play with her nipples. “We’ll see.”

Wanda brought her leg around to straddle Natasha, grabbing her cock rather roughly and bringing it to her wetness. As she eased herself down, Natasha’s eyes rolled into the back of her head and she let out a deep, throaty moan. She wouldn’t last very long with Wanda.

Wanda rolled her hips, alternating between bouncing on her cock and grinding down on her hips before Natasha let out a yelp, squeezing her eyes shut.

“Ask me to cum.” Wanda demanded, not stopping her movements against the other woman.

“Please let me cum! Please, Wanda, I’m sorry!”

Wanda got off on the power she had over us and I knew she was close when her brow furrowed and she took her bottom lip between her teeth. I leaned forward and took one of Natasha’s nipples in my mouth, reaching over with my hand to play with the other.

“That’s right, Y/N, play with her. She’s gonna cum inside me, aren’t you, Natalia?”

“Yes, mommy! I-I’m gonna cum!”

And she did. I could see the cum spurting out from between their bodies and Wanda let out a high pitched whine at the feeling of Natasha’s cum pumping into her. Wanda’s pussy milked her cock for all it was worth and I continued to play with Natasha’s breasts as she came.

Natasha’s head was back against the pillows, her eyes squeezed shut, mouth agape. She was absolutely blissed out.

“Mm, you’re still twitching inside me, Natalia. You’re a greedy pup, aren’t you? You want mommy to keep milking you?”

“Yes.” She croaked and Wanda smiled, satisfied.

“Y/N,” she called to me and I lifted my head to look at her. “Why don’t you ride Natalia’s face, hm? If I’m gonna get more out of her, she has to work for it.”

Giddily, I released her nipples and climbed up to her face, sitting myself right onto her opened, waiting mouth.

She lapped at my heat greedily, hungrily, and I had to hold onto the headboard to keep my balance.

“Mommy,” I moaned, throwing my head back. “She’s doing s-so good.”

“Is she?” Wanda asked, slamming her hips down against Natasha’s as she fucked her.

I felt Nat moan against me, her tongue fucking me, her lips attaching to my clit and sucking, my mind going numb from the pleasure. I was going to cum.

My hips jerked as pleasure overtook me. I threw my head back and moaned for Wanda. Natasha groaned underneath me before letting out a whimpering moan, her cum coating the inside of Wanda’s cunt once again.

“I’m not done with you yet.” Wanda said as she played with her clit, bouncing on Natasha’s cock.

It was only a second later that Wanda came, milking Natasha and rubbing her clit to heighten her pleasure.

I rolled off of Nat, kissing and licking her lips as she panted softly next to me. She grunted and groaned as Wanda’s hungry cunt continued to milk her, and when she finally got off of her cock, they had made a mess of each other and the bed.

“Looks like you’ve learned your lesson, Natalia.”

She nodded weakly, happily spent.

“Now we have to clean up after you. What a mess.”

[lanadelnegan]

Hey, I love your writing it’s so good you truly are a phenomenal writer. Anyways, I was wondering if you could do a gym teacher negan x female reader. (She’s a senior about to graduate and she’s been flirting with her teacher and they both feel the same way for each other and one day he decides to break the tension and things just get steamy. Btw I literally adore that you use a daddy kink (you are so real for that). Thank you so much :)

omg thank you so so much!!! and god this sounds insanely hot. i'm such a whore for teacher negan.

Crush - Part 1

Gym Teacher Negan x Female Reader

read part two here

Warnings: 18+, nsfw, *reader is 18*, you catch Coach Negan masturbating, angst, teasing, flirting, sexual tension, teacher x student, part 2 will be 99% smut

Song inspo: Crush by Ethel Cain

"Ya gonna miss me when I graduate?" You ask, reaching for a piece of candy from the bowl on Negan's desk. Class started five minutes ago, but both of you have a tendency to be late.

Negan has been your gym teacher since junior year and the two of you have grown closer over the past two years than any teacher and student should. It's hard to fight the crush you've developed for him, considering his charming sense of humor, ridiculously good looks, and most importantly - how much attention he gives you.

His eyes trail away from his computer screen as he stands, coming around the desk beside you. "Is there a reason you're not in your gym clothes, miss y/l/n?"

"What? You don't like this?" You tease, looking down at your outfit. Your usual attire consists of some jeans and a t-shirt, but this is your last week of high school, so you decided to spice it up and wear a short blue sundress today.

Negan glances down at your body, letting his gaze linger on your breasts for a moment too long as he stands tall in front of you.

"It's a little inappropriate, wouldn't you say so? .... You tryna get some high school boy's attention?" His head tilts waiting for your answer.

"I wouldn't say boy." You take a bite of the unwrapped mini snickers bar in your hand before smirking at him.

"Oh?" His brows raise playfully. "A girl then?"

"No.. gym teacher." You say barely above a whisper as you smoothly lick some of the chocolate off your bottom lip. Your cheeks turn a light shade of pink at your own words.

You've become much bolder since you turned 18 last month, and you aren't missing the opportunity to spend every second flirting with Coach Negan before school is out.

The corner of his mouth raises into a knowing smirk as he stands closer to you, intoxicating you with the scent of his musky, sporty cologne.

"You want my attention, doll? Ya gotta try harder than that." He snatches the candy bar from your hand before popping it into his own mouth and leaving you standing alone in his office.

His loud voice from the gym echoes through the hallway as you make your way to the locker room, replaying his words in your head and changing into your tiniest pair of shorts.

You want my attention? Ya gotta try harder than that.

You tie your hair up in a high ponytail in the mirror, noting the way your oversized shirt and shorts barely cover your ass before giving yourself a pep talk.

"Y/l/n, nice of you to finally join us." He yells as you enter the gym.

You roll your eyes nonchalantly before finding your spot on the court and beginning your stretches.

Negan walks up and down the rows of students as you all stretch and music flows through the speakers of the gym. There's no denying he's the coolest P.E. teacher you've ever had. Not even counting his looks.

When he reaches your space, he makes a point to roam his eyes up and down your body as you stretch. You stare back at him, grinning at the effect you seem to have on him. You can't help but notice the way his dick bounces behind his gym shorts as he walks and you mentally thank the gods that he chose not to wear underwear today.

Your body bends side to side as you stretch, not taking your eyes off of him as he gets closer to you.

"You can do better than that." He whispers lowly.

You're not sure if he's referring to your stretching or his comment from earlier... Ya gotta try harder than that.

Either way, you take it as a challenge and bend over right as he's passing you, touching the tips of your fingers to your toes. Your head turns slightly behind you to see his reaction but he's not looking which only makes you groan with frustration.

"Lucky for you kids I happen to be in a fuckin' good mood today, so rest of class is free time. Just don't get too loud and make me regret it." Negan announces to the class and everyone spreads out, immediately finding their friend groups and beginning various activities.

Unfortunately for you, your only friends in that class are a small group of girls on the volleyball team, and they always play together during free time, leaving you to fend for yourself. You don't mind though because your favorite teacher always keeps you busy.

"Heads up." Negan tosses a basketball in your direction and you catch it easily. "Shoot with me?" He asks.

"Around the world or horse?" You ask, letting him choose which game to play.

"Horse, duh." He answers without hesitation.

"Okay, but let's make it interesting." You suggest and his head tilts curiously. "Every letter you get, I get to ask you a personal question. Like truth.. but with basketball." I explain and he nods his head in agreement.

"You mean.. I get to ask you the questions, since I'll be the one winning." He grins, taking the ball from your hand and shooting smoothly from the free throw line. The ball swishes the net with ease and you roll your eyes at his cocky smile.

"Anyone can make a free throw." You shoot the ball, hitting the rim as it bounces off.

"Apparently not anyone." He laughs and you give him the evil eye. "Oh, right! Question. Let's see, I'll start easy. Got any crushes at school?" He teases.

You giggle, watching him shoot from the next spot and miss.

"Yes." You answer simply.

He catches his rebound, passing you the ball. "Well, who is it?"

"Nope. That's two questions." You dismiss him, shooting and making it in the basket.

He nods his head sarcastically at your response. "That's how it's gonna be, huh?"

He lobs the ball in the air towards the basket, missing clearly on purpose and you look at him confused. "What the hell was that?"

He shrugs, widening his eyes playfully. "I missed. Ready for my question."

You giggle as you think of a question. "Do you have any crushes at school?"

"That would be highly inappropriate miss y/l/n."

"That's not an answer."

He chuckles before shooting and making it again. "...Yeah, I do."

Your cheeks burn at his answer, but you don't get your hopes up too much knowing it could be anyone, even another teacher.

The game continues back and forth as you and Negan ask each other questions. He shoots the final shot, missing and purposely letting you win.

"So, what's my final question, kid? Make it a good one."

"Do you ever.. think of me.. in that way?" You ask bravely, knowing you might not get another chance like this one.

"In what way?" He asks innocently, resting his hands on his hips.

You blush, not wanting to say it, so you don't. "Nothing, forget it."

He looks down at you with a more serious than playful expression now and you wish you could read his mind.

"Okay. If you say so." He shrugs, throwing the ball down and walking away towards the hall to his office. "I let you win by the way." He calls out before disappearing.

You mentally curse yourself for not asking him but it's too late, so you make your way back to the locker room, wanting to get dressed before everyone comes back in.

You change out of your sweaty clothes before slipping your dress on with nothing underneath since your sweat soaked through your panties and bra. You feel even more exposed than earlier considering your dress barely reaches three inches below your ass cheeks.

You study yourself in the mirror as his words echo in your mind again like a broken record.

You want my attention? Ya gotta try harder than that.

You don't want to miss out on another opportunity with him, knowing your time with him is running out, so you grab your things and saunter down the hall to his open office, stopping at the doorway before entering.

Negan's attention is focused on his computer screen as he speaks. "Can I help you, doll?"

You ignore his question, bravely walking over to him before shutting the door behind you and leaning your backpack against the wall. You join him on the other side of the room, standing before him as he sits in his chair looking up at you. Chills cover your body when your bare ass touches the surface of his cold wooden desk.

His brows scrunch at your sudden boldness as he moves his chair back slightly, allowing space between the two of you. "What are you doing, y/n?" He asks but it comes out as more of a warning.

"Getting your attention" You place your bare feet on each side of his thighs in the chair, spreading your legs in front of him and shuttering as the cool breeze brushes your exposed pussy. "Do you ever think about me... like this?" You ask, finishing your question from earlier.

The look on his face is unreadable as his eyes drop to your center.

"You wanna know what I think about, y/n?" His voice turns to a raspy whisper. "I think about how tight that little pussy must be...how those pretty lips would look wrapped around my cock." His dark, heavy eyes lift to meet yours and you've never seen them so blown with lust before. "What you'd sound like begging for me to fuck you. How sweet you probably taste.." His eyes drop to your pussy again as his top teeth cover his bottom lip. "And then.. I come to my damn senses and realize I can't fuckin' risk my whole career for some pussy."

Ouch. Your eyes water at his sudden change of words.

Your heart stings at the rejection as you cover yourself quickly and climb off his desk. The end of day bell rings just in time to dismiss you as you head for the door.

"Y/n, wait." He sighs.

But you keep walking, leaving him behind like he did to you earlier. That's the last time he's going to make you feel like a fucking idiot. You tell yourself, frustrated that you let his mixed signals get to you.

"Goddamn it. Some pussy? The hells wrong with me." Negan whispers to himself, sliding a frustrated hand down his face as he leans back in his chair.

He feels terrible for making you feel that way, but he reminds himself it was for your own good. He knows you're about to go off to college, and the last thing he wants is for you to go catching feelings for your someone you can't have.

As a consequence of his good intentions, his cock aches painfully in his shorts while he stares blankly at the empty desk you sat on only minutes ago.

The sounds of students dismissing for the day are long gone as he realizes he's finally alone.

Fuck it. He says to himself before opening his desk drawer and pumping some lotion in his hand. He pulls his heavy cock out of his shorts, immediately gripping it in his hand and stroking it desperately.

His head falls back against his chair as he groans out, imagining your legs spread open in front of him once again.

His hand works his cock up and down, focusing on the sensitive tip as his eyes shut tight. He gathers his leaking precum with his thumb, working circles around the tip, wishing it was your lips instead.

A deep groan escapes his throat as he reaches his climax, spraying his load all over his white t-shirt. "Fuuuck, y/n." His eyes drift open when he moans your name, instantly connecting with yours as you stand from the doorway, watching him get off to the thought of you.

"I forgot my backpack."

Part 2 here

[slut4colbynchr1s]

VEGAS WHORE

In which… you take a trip to Vegas and meet famous you tuber colby brock at a bar…

a/n: one thing i would like to say is that i write for fun. so there will be errors.

warnings: p n v, smut smut smut,cream pie, nick names (sweetheart,baby,good girl etc) language

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“Im SO excited to go to VEGAS.” scarlet squealed, stepping out of the cab. “So am i” i smiled before walking over to the car truck getting my suitcase. taking a breath before walking into the airport and going through security so we could get to our gate.

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I got up from my seat grabbing my luggage from the storage above. after what felt like forever we got off the plane and walked out of the VEGAS airport. “Oh my fucking god” i looked around seeing palm trees and the smell of salty sea air with cigarettes mixed together. “cmon our cabs here” scarlet said tapping my arm to follow her.

we got in the cab and headed to our hotel we would be staying at for the week…… We both got out of the cab walking in and checking in at the front desk. “OMG Y/N LOOK AT THIS VIEW” scarlet walking over go the window looking down at the streets of Las Vegas,Nevada. “holy shit” i walked up to her. “i wanna try this bar its close,so we could maybe walk there tonight. its called Downtown bar.” scarlet said while clapping her hands together “ooo sounds good lets start getting ready then?” i shrugged grabbing my suitcase throwing it on the bed to pick out an outfit. I turned on “The Weekend” and began to get ready.

We spent the next hour doing makeup,picking outfits,and listening to music. after 30 minutes i finally picked out a jean shirt with jewels on it and some miss me jeans with crosses on the butt. doing some light makeup and my hair simple.

“im ready if you are?” i walked into the bathroom to find scarlet putting on some lip gloss “yes now i am!”she smiled “ok lets go!” i squealed checking myself out one more time before heading out the door with her. It was about a 15 minute walk from our hotel. When we finally made it the bouncer checked our IDs and let us in. We both headed straight to the bar leaning against the counter. “what can i get you two?” the bar tender came up to us “uhhh.. ill have a martini” scarlet smacked her lips. “make that 2”. The bar tender smiled at us and came back within minutes. we walked away from the bar sitting at a booth drinking and talking.

“no.fucking.way.” my jaw dropping “what?” scarlet looked confused looking around trying to see what i was looking at. “colby mother fucking brock is here” i looked at her “Oh my god. so is sam.” she gasped. Me and colby made eye contact. I watched as he bumped sam’s shoulder signaling to follow him. both walking straight to our booth “Mind if we join you two?” colby said looking deep onto my eyes. “i. yeah sure!” i scooted over as colby took a seat next to me putting his arm on my chair and sam sitting next to scarlet.

“im Y/N” introducing myself. he smiled “thats a pretty name, im colby.” i giggled and nodded “i watch your guys youtube im a huge fan of you.” i looked back at scarlet seeing her and sam laughing while i look back at colby him already looking at me “sorry. this is quick but your insanely gorgeous i cant help but stare” colby grinned. i felt my cheeks burn up,giggling “thank you colby.” he slid hid phone over “put your number in my phone princess” i took ahold of his phone typing in my number “here” i held it out for him.

All 4 of us ended up talking for hours. i looked at the time 2:30 “holy shit you guys the club closes in 30 minutes. we’ve been here for 5 hours” i laughed. “thats crazy” colby said grinning. it felt like i’ve known colby for years like he’s been my friend since birth. we clicked so fast and we had out little moments through the night like him touching my thigh and him making comments and me flirting back.

“im so tired” i rested my head in my hands. “and hung over.” colby laughed “want me and sam to take you and scarlet to your hotel or even our place?” i looked up at scarlet, she flicked her brows at me “your guys house” i groaned “alright lets go” colby got up from the booth as we all followed behind him. We got to the car all piling  in it. Sam drove us home because he only had 2 drinks. it was a 20 minute drive of laughter and small talk. We pulled into a driveway the house porch lights blinding us. Sam turned off the car and we all got out and headed straight to the door. “do you guys have any tylenol?” i looked at them “yeah. we do ill get you some” colby patted my shoulder before walking into the kitchen spilling the 2 pills out of the bottle into his hand and getting me a drink of water and walking back to me handing it to me “thank you colbs” not processing the nickname i had just gave him. And taking the pills. Sam and scarlet already headed to sam’s room and left us alone. “cmon princess lets go to my room” colby reached out for me wrapping his hand around my waist guiding me through the hallway. he opened the door to his room. “woahhh” i looked around. “you wanna shower pretty girl?” colby walked up to me grabbing my waist once again and i wrapped my hands around his neck. “please” i looked him in his eyes. i was sobering up. “mk.” colby grabbed a clean towel and one of his shirts for me to wear. “thank you” colby leading me to the bathroom.

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i took a nice long shower using the shampoo,conditioner, and body wash and soaking up the water. i finally got out of the shower drying myself off with the towel before throwing colbys shirt on and putting my hair up. it smelt like him. i left my clothes in his bathroom and walked out.

“how you feelin baby?” colby looked at me from the bed “much better” i smiled and walked to get into the bed. laying on my side looking up at him while he scrolled through his phone before throwing it to the side.

“fuck your so fucking gorgeous” colby said staring at me. i propped myself up on my arms “your not to bad yourself pretty boy.” there was a short pause before colby leaned in kissing me hungrily. “fuck. ive been waiting to kiss you” i smiled before sliding myself out from under the sheets straddling him. “s’fuckin pretty” colby grinned. i kissed him again grabbing his face on either side forcing my tongue into his mouth and his entering mine. Our lips fit perfectly together like a puzzle piece.

I felt colby grow under me touching my thigh before colby grabbed my neck pulling back and throwing me onto my stomach. i giggled “ass up” colby said slapping my ass, i raised my ass into the air arching. “i’ve been waiting all night colby.” i teased pushing my hips back against his clothed dick. “so have i” colby flipped me back onto my back. “take this off now” tugging on my shirt. I smiled and grabbed the hems of the shirt and ripped it off revealing my tits. “fuck” he said growling before taking one to his mouth swirling his tongue around my nipple, squeezing the other one. “fuck colby” i whined. “need you now” i whispered. colby began kissing me down my stomach, “can i?” he said playing with the hems of my panties. i nodded. before i could even take another breath they were ripped off thrown somewhere on the floor. he moved down even more,grabbing my thighs to push them open and kissing up them. “mm” i moaned quietly, “so fuckin wet” admiring me.He started sucking my cunt and licking me up and down. inserting his tongue in and out of me.

“taste s’fuckin good mama” colby whispered his hot breath against me, rubbing his fingers against my wet folds then slipping one into me. i gasped “fuck” throwing my head back and reaching for his hair to grip on. sucking my cunt and fingering me he inserted another stretching me out. “oh fuck colby” i felt my orgasm rushing to me. the not in my stomach growing faster than ever at his speed. his tongue lapped around my clit,kissing,sucking on it. “mm fuck.” my body jerked. “so close” i gripped his hair. “cum on my fingers baby” still doing his thing “SHIT” i whined. i felt my orgasm rush out of me onto colby’s hands. my body shaking as colby slowed down his fingers gathering my juices on his fingers. after a second or more he pulled out sucking on his fingers licking my juices off them.

grinning at me colby flipped me back onto my stomach pulling my waist up making me arch, standing up taking his sweats and boxers off. His cock springing free hitting his stomach. He grabbed his cock rubbing it against me to use my wetness as lube before teasingly pushing it in and pulling out quickly “Colby” i whined. “tell me what your want sweetheart” he slapped my ass. i moaned slightly. “you.i need you” He pushed in immediately thrusting into me not letting me get use to his size “f-uck” i threw my head back as he reached for my hair balling it into a ponytail and began going faster. “feels so fucking good.” colby huffed out in between thrusts. i cried out in pleasure his tip kissing my g spot and other spots i never knew i had.

“your my Vegas whore”

colby growled bending down to whisper into my ear. “my little slut” colby growled again. i couldn’t respond, the pleasure was paralyzing my mouth all i could do is whine. “whos pussy is this” colby pulling my head back by my hair “y-your. all fucking yours” i struggled to talk. my mouth hanging out. he slowed down before slapping my ass twice on each cheek and began going faster then ever. i gripped the sheets and put my face into the sheets to muffle my moans “FUCKING SHIT” i bit my lip, colby grabbing my hands cuffing them behind my back hitting more new spots “shit pretty girl feels so good” he smacked my ass. “im so fucking close baby” i whined once more. “so am i baby cum with me yeah?” colby bit his lip “mhm” i moaned. colby’s thrust became faster but sloppier “fuckk” he groaned i felt my orgasm knot up in my stomach “fuck fuck im cumming” with that i let myself go cumming all over colby’s cock “mm good girl” he kept thrusting then suddenly stopped and released thick white ropes of his seed into me filling me up. after a few seconds he pulled out of me with a wet pop.

he grabbed my ass squeezing it. “push baby” i pushed and his seed oozed out of me down my pussy. “mm so pretty” he admired for a minute or two before getting up and getting a towel whipping me up gently.

a/n 2: like i said i write for fun so im so sorry if this sycks n the smut isnt good😩 but feel free to leave requests!!

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

hey I'd really love it if you could write smth about like jealous!peter quill or just him being overly possessive like maybe like you're just friends at the moment and you guys are at this club and like idfk the avengers team could be there 😭😭 and one of them starts flirting with you abd you flirt back and shit ans just how u think peter would react- anything basically with him being just jealous and shit omg thankyou in advance 😭😭

hii!! omg I love it and had fun writing it!! thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌 *I didn't mark it as mature, tumblr did :/ *

jealous

Peter Quill x f reader

wc || 0.7k

warnings || none, just quill being a lil jelly

masterlist + rules

taglist

After the Battle of Earth two years ago, you and the other Guardians remained quite good friends with the Avengers you had met. Every so often, you and the team would be invited to parties at their temporary compound. As it was such a long journey from Knowhere, you all tended to decline the invitations, much preferring to remain in the comfort of home rather than travel halfway across the galaxy. But, as it was coming up the anniversary, you felt as though you were obliged to make an appearance considering what you had all been through. 

-

Rocket lands the Bowie on the landing bay just outside, and you all stand from your seats, stretching your tired legs as you straighten over your clothes, preparing to exit the ship and join the rest of the party. You turn to Quill, sweetly smiling as you extend a hand, silently asking him to take it in his. He laces his hand into yours, firmly shaking as a boyish grin spreads across his lips. 

"No—" you sigh, pulling your hand from his. "You weren't supposed—ugh,"

"What was I supposed to do?" Peter questions, his tone full of sincerity as he watches you walk away with the girls.

"You were supposed to escort her off the ship, Pete," Rocket says flatly, walking past.

"I am Groot."

"I am not a moron." Quill protests. "Drax, you hearing this?"

"You are a moron Quill," he replies simply, following behind Rocket and Groot.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What is this? Gang up on Quill day? Look, I didn't know she wanted me to help her. I thought she wanted to shake my hand, that's all."

"Then go find her, idiot." Rocket adds, nodding Quill along.

Peter makes his way inside the compound to search for you, immediately bumping into people he doesn't recognise. "God, this music is awful," he mumbles, adjusting his jacket as he makes his way to the bar upstairs. Quill hears a familiar Asgardian bellow of a laugh as he walks up the steps, following the sound, he sees the back of Thor with his arm draped over the shoulder of a woman- a girl, Quill's 'girl'.

He rushes over, abruptly interrupting the conversation. 

"Oh hey, Quill," you say slyly, leaning into Thor as you bat your lashes at the clearly jealous-looking guy standing before you. 

"Good to see you," Thor greets, extending a hand. "Missed ya, buddy,"

Peter swats his hand away. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. What uh—what you doing?" he asks inconspicuously, gazing around the busy room with his hands on his hips. 

"He was just telling me a funny story," you pause to laugh, tapping Thor on the chest. "You should tell him. He'd love it."

As Thor described the humourous events of the story, you watched Peter's face begin to contort, barely keeping his composure, his nostrils practically flaring as he stared at your lingering hand. Keeping your eyes glued to Quill's, you taunt him further, lightly circling your hand over Thor's muscular arm as you engage in the conversation. 

"Tree?" Thor pauses the story as he catches a glimpse of Groot above the swarm of people. "One minute," he says, slipping from you. "I'll be right back."

"What the hell was that?" Quill whispers, his tone full of irritation. 

"What was what?" you ask, crossing your legs as you pat the now-empty space beside you, silently urging him to sit.

"You're such a dick," he chuckles, sitting close beside you, his hip pressed to yours as he drapes his arm over your shoulder.

"Yeah, well... so are you," you snicker, resting your hand on his thigh, slowly leaning into him. "God, this music is awful," 

"Right?"

You and Peter sit together in comfortable silence as you gaze around the room of unfamiliar people, watching the conversations play out as you snuggle into one another's side. Both of you avoiding the daunting question. The question of your undeclared situation.

"We really should mingle," you say begrudgingly, tapping him on the leg.

"Ugh," he groans, slipping from your warmth and standing up. He extends a hand, patiently waiting for you to take it. Lacing your hand in his, you shake it with a smug grin across your lips.

"What? I thought you wanted me to shake it," you laugh heartily, wrapping your arm around his side as he leads you through the crowd of people.

"You really are a dick."

@annielr @ugh09876554444 @spacetalbot @bubblezuku

[darkwitchingflower]

I've lost count but here's another "Sht my friends say as pjo characters" pt like 7???: Also side note sorry if I'm repeating these idr the last one i did lol:

Jason: I opened my glasses case and started panicking because I couldn't find my glasses... I'm literally wearing them

Leo: if I ever have a son ill take every chance to laugh at him

Reyna: Thalia the love magnet. She got b*tches (romantic) when all she wanted was b*tches (platonic) (Gojolover69, see last quotes post by @wraith--2)

Leo: so you're a ho*n't (same person above)

Piper: Stole scientific equipment and everything and we found out the smallest thing in the galaxy is the size of our patience because we gave up the search and stole a gazillion dollar dildo ( @wraith--2 )

Leo:....calculator

Reyna: You're a calculator

Leo: are you calling me smart?

Reyna: no I'm calling you a tool

(I'm Leo and @thatonelazyghost is Reyna here)

Piper: Coach keeps going on about ppl who aren't in and he's like and then there's Annabeth who's broken her ankle ( @wraith--2 )

Will: I'm gay, I have the spidey sense for rainbow things ( @indecisivenb)

Nico: it's not gay if it's from behind

Nico: I'm ready to leave now

Nico: like I'm done

Nico: too peopley

Nico: nvm coach gave me a maulteaser

(Me on my last day of college)

Annabeth: You absolute bean of a human

Piper: Hi its me, Percy, a twink! ( @thatonelazyghost)

Leo: I put Frank down because he's lactose intolerant (me)

Leo: dismember my body and stick me in a lightning McQueen coffin ( @wraith--2 )

Nico: what's your sexuality

Ghost swings it back and forth*

Nico writing down bi: Ah you swing both ways ( @wraith--2 )

Reyna about Leo: DAM bros balls didn't drop

Leo: ...and the tip was empty

Mr D about Connor and Travis: ITS THE F*CKING TWINS!!! WANNA KNOW HOW I KNOW THAT?! THAT GUY HAD THE F*CKING ZOOMIES HE HAD PLACES TO GO AND PEOPLE TO SEE

Nico: is anyone gonna pay attention to the fact Leo's dead?

Leo: THANK YOU!

Nico: You're dead shut up

(Nico is @thatonelazyghost and I'm Leo here)

Luke: I'm no p*ssy ill skin my victims infront of the lifeguard ( @wraith--2 )

Leo: like do you moan daddy, mammy or parental???

Playing stardew valley*

Nico: I love Willy

Everyone dies*

Percy: I love cream in my mouth! (Ider the context for this I just know the sake friend said the quote above this one too so it may be smth to do with that idr)

Leo: I don't need a psychiatrist I- ( @duckbakery)

Piper: you need God (Gojolover69)

Playing DnD*

Leo: I also successfully charmed a woman at the bar, then Nico ( @duckbakery ) goes

"The woman leads you away"

Everyone else: "ohh wait hold on ooo whats going on, dayum"

Nico: "you come back 2 minutes later"

Everyone dying laughing

Nico: "you went into a private room but couldn't stop talking about pirate ships so she gave up"

Alex Fiero (I think that's their name? I haven't read Magnus yet): Oh so YOU'RE the gender goblin ( @thatonelazyghost )

Mr D: I'm literally the god of gender identity, furries and monsters

Piper: I want someone to yippee on my body ( @thatonelazyghost )

Leo: Leo you should know better its because of your feminism you f*cking freak

Annabeth: Freaky feminists have got to be my favourite breed of gender (she was totally talking about Thalia here) ( @wraith--2 )

Calypso: Leo always finishes early

Leo: ye I do- WAIT WHAT?! ? ( @duckbakery )

Playing stardew*

Piper: LEOS A WOMAN

Piper: OMG HIS NAMES EMO-LY

(Me about another friend)

(Pic of character at end of post)

Nico: do you have any food?

Hades: Nope ( @duckbakery )

Nico: guess I'll die then

Thalia: I have a dead cat in my shed

Hazel: OMG PICS

Thalia: Read that again

Hazel: OH OH NO OH NO OH NOOOOOOOO I DIDNT SEE THE WORD DEAD

(I was Hazel here)

Rachel: I do other stuff than being ginger ( @duckbakery )

Percy: If you don't sleep rn im gonna call you tickle tipsin

Annabeth: ... what ( @duckbakery )

Nico: call me what now (me)

Percy: it's from the "it's been a year daddy" video you freaky f*cks

Nico: it's a beautiful day outside... f*ck- (GojoLover69)

Playing stardew valley*

Piper: annabeth ya know he likes pickles right?

Me: ya

Hazel: who like pickles?

Piper: Harvey

Hazel: divorse him!

Piper: ye he clearly likes men

(I'm annabeth and @duckbakery is piper here)

(The text was sent too early)

Percy: sorry I'm late I got blown

Percy: into smithereens

( @duckbakery )

Percy: This is more zesty than Piper and that's saying something ( @wraith--2 )

Leo to Jason: F*cking senile b*tch

Jason: I'm older and wiser except I'm not smart ( @duckbakery)

Piper: forget the fact I split a gay man in half in the gc ( @wraith--2 )

Coach Hedge to frank: why did you feel the need to @everyone about percy and annabeth getting 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 ( @thatonelazyghost )

Annabeth: oooh eloquent 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 ( @wraith--2 )

Reyna: Perchance you can suck my d*ck ( @wraith--2 )

Leo: Perchance you can commit tax fraud with me (Gojolover69)

Piper: Perchance we can stab ppl together ( @wraith--2 )

Percy: Perchance. Get on the f*cking boat and let's hunt 😈 (Gojolover69)

Rachel: perchance 7 half bloods shall answer the call to storm or fire the world perchance must fall with an oath to keep with a final breath perchance as foes bear arms to the doors of death perchnace (me)

Nico to will: Perchance you and me should fall into tartarus ( @wraith--2 )

Thalia: perchance we should all hug and kiss in a platonic way ( @thatonelazyghost )

Reyna: Perchance that is an excellent suggestion (Gojolover69)

Reyna: Perchance I shall kiss Thalia completely platonically ( @wraith--2 )

Percy: perchance that platonically is bs (me)

Reyna: Lies I'm off at sea and don't see Thalia every morning ( @wraith--2 )

Percy: i know for sure you've found a way regardless ( @thatonelazyghost )

Reyna: I feel like this is bullying ( @wraith--2 )

Leo: guys we need to do among us in real life ( @duckbakery )

Annabeth: That's already a game Leo, it's called mafia ( @thatonelazyghost )

Percy: I see you've grown a brain can you share (friend from work)

Thalia: the need to refer to eachother as "love", "dear" and "pookie" is strong but the aro is stronger ( @thatonelazyghost )

Piper: this whole group is secretly but not very secretly a big polyamorous relationship ( @thatonelazyghost )

Reyna: So glad the sex aversion in me is strong cause imagine the stds going round this place my God ( @wraith--2 )

Annabeth: i'm iconic i'm quotable and i'm autistic ( @thatonelazyghost )

Leo: Are you a heinz baked beans, extra rich tomato sauce-sexual? (Gojolover69)

Percy: So my mam booked me and my sister a swimming lane for tmr morning, and I'm like oh dear God mother, u do know I'm currently blasting liquid magma from my a*s, which travels at super sonic speeds, do you reckon this is safe for public health? (Gojolover69)

[vixentheplanet]

endless (love)

“I know, I've found in you my endless love.”

shuri x black!reader | 18+

Summary: Nine years after a drunken love confession.

heiress series: 1. heartbeat | 2. afterglow

word count: 5k

themes: heiress reader, marriage, babies, reader is a nervous mommy which is okay, therapy, trauma healing, fluff, and smut.

warnings: mentions of drugs, panic attack, fear of abandonment, and sex.

dedicated to @shurislover because you’re so sweet omg 🥲🩷

hi ✨- i think that’s all of them…. illicit nights part two never going back up btw lmao i have to find the energy to rework that

The limo driver barely comes to a complete stop in front of the starry Esmé sign before you rush the door open, nearly knocking down the valet who had anticipated to be the one to open it for you. "I'm sorry!" you exclaim hurriedly without turning back. You had one thing on your mind, and you were almost there. You enter the rotating door without having to identify yourself to the police and Dora Milaje stationed outside.

Even with the heart-shaped herb's advantages, Shuri couldn't keep up with you as you strutted across the lobby. You're sure people were gazing at you with wide eyes as they recognized who you were—Hotel Heiress, Queen of Wakanda (one of them), and a new title that had you trending online all the time. Yet you were a woman on a mission, and nothing could deter you except the elevator wait time.

A frustrated grumble escapes your lips as you tap your feet impatiently on the carpet. "Fucking asshole," you mutter, continually hitting the button as if it will make the doors open faster.

—

You were so lost in contemplation that you failed to notice your wife's efforts to keep up with you. Shuri looks worriedly at you and says, "Y/N. My love, you must relax."

"I'm fine—can this elevator move any faster? I'm going to sue whoever built this elevator. Oh my-“ The elevator chimes, interrupting your tirade, and you rush into the gold cart, scanning the key card before pressing the button to move it.

A hand massages calming patterns on your bare shoulder while you're dazedly viewing the numbers on display above. "Look at me," your wife urges softly. "You have to breathe, Y/N," she says, making you aware of how tight your chest is, but you can ignore it.

The strain of the evening starts to break free with a deep sigh as you stretch your shoulders. You were back in New York on official business, which meant that you weren't interested in anything that didn't need your direct participation as Queen of Wakanda. Amaya and her boyfriend, on the other hand, had asked you and Shuri to dinner tonight.

Amaya wanted to introduce you to her new partner, but you refused. "If they're still together the next time we visit New York, we'll know it's serious and worth leaving our children." You argue, putting emphasis on the last word. Shuri was having none of it.

Your therapist and wife noted how often you needed to be reminded to maintain the equilibrium between motherhood and your identity—the importance of embracing this new aspect of your life while still having fun.

"No, this is their first time here. It's unfamiliar territory, and we've been gone for some time. God alone knows what's going through their heads. They’re probably so confused.”

First, you said no, but after a long stare-down and Shuri's insistence, you eventually agreed—though not without a few safety precautions. The infants had grown used to the safety and security of the Wakandan Palace. So, did you ask that police officers identify everyone entering and exiting the building? Yes. Did you call Marco from the bar and urge him to come to babysit the twins? Yes. Were the Dora Milaje stationed inside the penthouse, outside the elevator, and at the hotel's front door? Yes, as well. Everyone understood that it was best to take the extra step of caution, and they wouldn't dare argue with you.

Maybe you were being overprotective, but you were not taking risks with the hotel's penthouse housing the children of the Èsme Heiress and Black Panther, Queen of Wakanda. 

You remember the ultrasound during your first trimester. The doctor made the happy announcement that you were carrying twins. In your state of astonishment, you recall telling the doctor, "Two? We only asked for one.” Alternating your gaze between the screen and Shuri, whose eyes were as wide as yours.

The twins may have come as a shock, but they are the best present the universe could provide to you and your wife. The feelings of love, affection, and protectiveness were intense, to the point of being nearly overpowering. You became their mother the second you touched your babies. 

Vatusia and Vian Esmé-Udaku.

Their hazel-brown eyes looked directly at you, and as unmistakable as anything you've ever encountered in your life, they declared, ‘I'm entirely vulnerable. I need you.’ You'd never felt more important. The sheer sense of urgency caught you off guard. Yet only for a brief moment—a billionth of a second at most. You returned their gaze and signaled in every manner conceivable, ‘I've got you. I'm not going anywhere.’

"They're protected," Shuri reassured you on the way to the restaurant after everything was in place, but your body refused to ease. Even on the ride back when you knew you'd soon be holding your children again. It needed to be more. You have to see them. For them to see you and know you were still there. You hadn’t left.

You step out of the elevator, ready to sprint through the corridor to the entrance, but Shuri's unexpected grasp on your wrist stops you. For a split second, you feel betrayed, not understanding why Shuri wanted to keep you away from the twins for yet another moment or two. She opens her mouth to speak, but you immediately cut her off. "Can we talk about whatever it is inside?"

The queen shakes her head. "The twins are safe, Angel. There would have been communication if that were not the case. We're standing right outside the front entrance. However, you remain anxious. You're not being completely honest with me about how you feel."

The words of Shuri cut deep, rendering you silent. Shuri was correct. You were afraid to say it aloud, but you understood why you felt the way you did. It was ridiculous to believe you could hide anything from the woman you'd been with for ten years. You could tell each other's feelings and nonverbal signs without saying anything. When you surrender to her embrace, you take a deep breath and look up into her eyes. Those who meet yours are looking for you to say what's on your mind, and they won't stop staring until you do.

Dr. Faraji often stressed the importance of vocalizing your thoughts to your wife. The importance of when you're feeling low, lean on your partner for a bit of support. She was right. Shuri always helps bring you back in touch with reality and energizes you with words of encouragement. 

"They've never been in the penthouse before, and I'm not there. I don't want them to think I abandoned them," you whisper in the last sentence, your anxieties forcing you to bite your lower lip.

The pained expression on Shuri’s face at your confession makes your heartbreak. She’s in your space, consuming the entire area between you as a palm caresses your weary features, relaxing instantly. "Y/N," she replies firmly. "You are not your mother," she explains.

You look down, breaking eye contact. "I know. And still, I can't stop thinking about my childhood and experiences. I don't want them to feel that way even for a second." They wouldn't recall these times today since they were only a few months old, but they still had emotions and consciousness. Your memories of your younger self are vivid—a child who failed to receive constant loving or caring attention. You were unable to build close relationships when your mother abandoned you, leaving you with continuous tension and worry.

Gentle fingertips on your lower back entice you to avoid the traumatic past. "Y/N, such an assumption will only bring you down. You should be present. In current time with our beautiful family." Tender lips gently press on your cheek. "You and our children are a blessing to me. "You're an amazing mother," Shuri adds, and the sediment warms your body.

The tightness in your chest dissipates as your attention is drawn to the love of your life. "You are, too," you assure her, although you always tell each other this. Shuri adjusted to parenting faster than you did. It could be because she's constantly evolving and adapting to new conditions. Motherhood was no different; it was simply more permanent.

Above all, she was crucial for the kids and you. You felt a lot of stress and emotional drain as a mother. It's one thing to be a first-time mom, but it's quite another to be a first-time mom of two. The fear that you would forget something or make a mistake had become stronger. Your thoughts were so chaotic with all the worst things that may happen that Shuri had to make you stop and think about the good things.

Shuri was a calming presence in what can be a tumultuous and perplexing world—increasing your inner strength and being the rock on which your kids can depend.

When you were working through your abandonment issues with your therapist, Dr. Faraji questioned, "Would you ever want to experience motherhood?"

The question takes you by surprise. You pause for a moment to consider your response before speaking again. “I wouldn’t want to fuck up. One misstep and your child is wearing a dress that is just fabric. Snorting cocaine in Ibiza," the phrases are so raw and honest that you can't help but chuckle uncomfortably. The prospect of your child being anything like you is horrifying.

Regardless of how painful your statements are,  Dr. Faraji smiles. “You didn’t say no,” she notes, and you blink. You didn't say no since you hadn't considered having children, but now that she's brought it up, your primary concern is whether you'd be a decent mother. "I sense a lot of anxiety surrounding the matter, which leads to confusion, but I have to ask.  Is your marriage to your wife similar to your parents?"

The notion of comparing your parents to what you and Shuri have caused your brows to wrinkle. "God no," Your father was never able to be present during his marriage to your mother. Marriage requires effort. You were aware of this, so when the subject came up, you explained to Shuri that you wanted time to think things through first. Even though you were certain that Shuri would be at your side for the rest of your life, you still worried that some of your past trauma might seep into your relationship and cause problems down the road. Shuri encouraged you to see a therapist, and through her networks, you were able to see Dr. Faraji, a leading clinical psychologist in Wakanda. Once you came to terms with your history, you recognized you couldn't let the old you keep you from progressing.

"We're not like them at all." Shuri makes you feel intelligent, charming, gorgeous, creative, and like your best self. She helps you to flourish by highlighting and enhancing your best qualities. There are aspects of you that she understands that you simply can't put into words.

The atmosphere surrounding Shuri is warm and inviting, just as it should be with the person you hope to marry or spend the rest of your life with. You have discovered a level of safety in each other and the future. Following the wedding, you realize that the two of you are more evenly matched than ever before, and you wonder why you ever questioned otherwise.

It's not uncommon for Shuri to find you looking absentmindedly at your ring, at which point you proudly inform her of your good fortune in being adored by her.

Dr. Faraji directs your attention away from pleasant recollections and onto the current subject matter. "Yes, you can't let your upbringing's fear keep you from pursuing the things you desire in the future.  Imagine your life if your heart had not subconsciously yearned for love?”

Given all of the drugs, drinking, and partying. "I'd most likely be dead," you confess. Your lifestyle was unsustainable, and Shuri should not have fit in, yet she did. She literally and metaphorically saved you that night. Life is love. A human being cannot exist without love. Shuri brought new life into you by loving you.

“But you’re here. You've evolved into a brilliant woman, a prominent design and political figure, and an excellent wife."

When your therapist recited your many successes over the last seven years, you choked back the question, "Are you trying to make me cry?" I don't have time to redo my makeup after this since I have a very hectic schedule." Dr. Faraji is not offended by your forthright demeanor. I was aware of your aversion to showing your feelings.

She chuckles as she adjusts her eyeglasses. “No, I am not trying to make you cry, Y/N. My point is that you shouldn't allow your history to prevent you from attaining what you want. And, if it's any consolation, I believe you and Shuri would make wonderful parents."

Perhaps Faraji had psychic abilities since she was spot on. You and Shuri are both excellent mothers. Two years later, you gave birth to your children after much preparation and consideration. Two lovely representations of the love you and Shuri have created. Building something in which elements of the two of you can exist in your children.

There you are, where it all began holding onto each other. You're standing in the center of the hall, embracing each other tightly as Shuri gives you time to catch your breath. Shuri sighs contentedly, a little chuckle escaping her lips. "What is it?" you inquire.

“I remember getting your drunk voicemail, and the only thing running through my mind was, ‘Go get her.’ This ache in my chest, that if I didn’t get to you as soon as possible, I would lose my chance.” You grimaced at the thought of that night, but you were always thankful for the courage of your intoxicated self all those years ago. “Stop bringing that up,” you groan. 

Shuri shakes her head, still fond of the memory, “It was the start of our love story. Now, I’m walking down this hallway with my wife and two children waiting for us. Life is a funny thing.” 

You smile when she mentions 'my wife' and the world you've created together. A future you never expected to have, but you're so thrilled it's yours. Shuri is all yours. "You saved my life," you say quietly.

"You are my life," Shuri responds, kissing your forehead. “You’re the greatest gift Bast could ever bestow upon me.” And just when you thought it was impossible, you fell even more in love.

You press your lips together and give each other a brief kiss. "Come on, let's go put the babies to bed," you say, and Shuri agrees, relieved that your panic has eased. As you walk down the corridor, you pull apart yet keep your hands entwined. You are greeted as soon as you go through the entrance and into the living room. Vian is the first to notice his parents dropping the block he was holding and crawling from the playmat.

You crouch down instinctively, allowing Vian to crawl into your arms with wobbly movements before lifting the soon-to-be one-year-old in a solid grasp. You missed your children. "Hello, my little bear," you coo, tickling the delicate skin beneath his chin. Vian reacts instantaneously, soft joyous cries from his tiny lips.

You feel overwhelmingly happy whenever you hear your baby boy laughing. “Silly boy. Were you good for Marco?” You ask in a sing-song tone.

The man in question gets off the sofa. “Perfect angels,” Marco insists, cradling Vatusia in his arms. The young child was content until she discovered you and Shuri had returned. Your little girl reached out for Shuri with grabby motions, her eyes pleading for comfort from her mother.

Shuri sprang into action without hesitating, moving at lightspeed to take Vatusia. "Did you miss me and Mommy, Tutu?" Shuri coos, lovingly brushing her nose on Vatusia's button nose. Vatusia's loud and cheerful giggles echo through the room while Vian lays his head on your shoulder after his bout of laughs. On the other hand, his sister was a very active baby who constantly sought stimulation and enjoyed exploring. Vian was calm and easygoing. He could doze off anyplace and be content to play by himself. He watches everything around him but rarely demands attention, though, of course, you shower him with unending love and affection.

"Thank you very much, Marco."

“Yes, thank you.” Shuri agrees, having grown comfortable with the older man. Marco's wedding speech was a crowd favorite. "We would not be here today if I hadn't found the pen successfully." The guest went wild with amusement at his story. Marco was the only person you could entrust your children to outside of the Dora’s, though you soon discussed hiring a nanny whenever you returned to work.

"Anytime," the man says, beaming as he observes your miraculous transformation.

You're rocking Vian slowly while massaging small circular patterns on his back. "You have to operate a hotel. Get back to work,” you joke. Recognizing the promotion you gave the former bartender.

Marco humors you with a salute. “You got it, boss.” At Marco’s dismissal from the penthouse, the Dora’s stationed inside nod and leave, leaving you and Shuri alone with your children.  

You take slow steps to your wife, ensuring not to disturb the baby boy in your arms, and smile at your joyful daughter. You lean in for a kiss on the forehead and tell her, "We missed you too, baby." The brown-eyed girl cackles at the reception of your love, and it’s the most precious sound you’ve ever heard.

Later after you’ve changed, having let Shuri go first, you return to find her lying in bed. Vian peacefully rests on her chest, his little mouth creating a slight pout. Vatusia lies cradled on her side, not quite sleeping, but a small yawn escapes her lips as her eyelids droop. The babies are dressed in pale blue Christian Dior onesies that your brother purchased. Your heart melts at the view. "Do I need to put them in their crib?" You ask. The twins had separate beds in their nursery in Wakanda, but for this short visit, you chose a single crib to hold them both. They're still relatively small.

“In a little. I want to make sure they sleep well before moving them.” Shuri’s tone is hushed so as not to disturb the peaceful atmosphere.

Always so attentive. “Okay.” You climb into bed, cuddling on your side to watch the scene until Shuri needs your help getting the restful babies to their bed. You can't help but reach out to lightly stroke Vatusia's silky hair so as not to startle her.

Shuri's words about the significance of being present come to mind. That was a journey, and you had to be patient with yourself. Mindfulness is a technique that trains you to look for happiness in the present rather than dwelling on the past.

You block off any outside influences that can distract you and give your full attention to the now. Vatusia twitches slightly and breathes shallowly. A deep sleep should come quickly to her soon. Apart from the rise and fall of his chest, Vian is fast asleep, calm, and motionless. It's so easy to become absorbed in the tranquility of these two beautiful beings that are a part of both of you, literally made of you.

You raise your gaze to Shuri, who is already looking back at you. The expression on your face is sufficient to convey your emotions. You still have to say it. But Shuri beats you to it: "I love you," she exhales.

And you don't hesitate to return the sentiment. "I love you."

The day you had started routinely. You and Shuri woke up beside each other. Griot alerted you the moment the twins woke up, opening the door connected to your bedroom. 

As you look down at the sleepy baby girl stirring awake, you notice an irregular pattern with her breathing. Nerves rise. “Do you think Vatusia’s breathing is weird?” you ask your wife, who was busying herself with gathering Vian. 

Shuri frowns, pausing to listen to her child’s breathing before calling out, “Griot, what’s Tutu’s oxygen levels.”

The AI responds immediately, constantly tracking the twin's vitals. “Princess Vatusia Esmé-Udaku’s oxygen levels are sustaining between 95-100%.” 

“And her respiratory rate,” Shuri inquires, bending down to retrieve Vian from the Vibranium crib. 

“20-40 beats per. The normal range for infants.” Griot answers. 

Even though you weren’t a doctor, you knew enough to understand the message; Vitusia was okay. “Please inform me immediately of any desaturation or if her rates decrease or increase outside the normal range.”

“Of course, Panther.”

Shuri turns to face you, holding a half-awakened Vian in her toned arms. Her clothing is securely clasped in her tiny fingers. It's adorable. Your wife assures you, "She's perfectly all right," You sigh in response. You were doing it again. Carefully picking up the young Princess, you say, "I'm sorry."

“You’re trying to give Mommy a heart attack first thing in the morning. Aren’t you?” You tease, using your customary high-pitched voice when speaking to the twins. Vatusia is wide awake now, chuckling as you press lips into her neck.

While taking in the scene before her, Shuri finds herself unable to suppress the grin that has formed on her face. "Please do not apologize. Never regret your concern for the well-being of your angels, sweetheart." How did you get so blessed to have someone in your life who is so supportive and understanding? "Come on, you have a big day today," Shuri said quietly, kissing your lips.

Understanding how busy today would be for you and Shuri, the new nanny collected the twins after breakfast. You had to put your thoughts back into work gear once the babies were out of sight. You had a few virtual sessions with the North American Chief Brand & Communications Officer and the Executive Committees.

Your job was Esmé's Head of Interior Design, but you'd recommended to your father that some of the most popular hotels and resorts include an on-site kids club and babysitters. The new granddad was overjoyed at the prospect. You expected to be needed as Esmé's Head of Interior Design throughout the construction stage, but your father urged you to take the initiative on the project. It took some persuasion from your wife and Dr. Faraji because it meant spending less time with Vatusia and Vian after sitting down and carefully adjusting your schedule. A great team supported you and handled everything well during pregnancy and maternity leave. Unless it was for critical choices or meetings, you felt comfortable relying on them.

The first task you'd assigned to the global Esmé teams was to collect statistical data to determine which resorts had the highest number of guest check-ins with children. You held a few meetings and came to the conclusion that you and your team would analyze the data before picking which hotels to upgrade first. Establishing on-site kid's clubs or hiring babysitters can provide parents with much-needed respite any time of day or night. Activities for children of various ages are planned at these supervised daycares. While you walked down the corridor to the playroom to check on Vatusia and Vian, you were filled with excitement about all the possibilities. Your wife appears almost unexpectedly. "Where are you going?" Shuri interjected.

"To see how the babies are."

"I went to the playroom, and they're great."

She didn't even wait for you to answer, instead using her enhanced strength to lift you with minimal effort. She's hauling you back in the direction of your bedroom over her shoulders. Shuri, perhaps due to your long marriage, intuitively understands the needs of her wife's body. There were moments when you needed it delicately and slowly as she showered you with compliments. Sometimes, like now, she'll change things by fucking you so hard that you can't even think straight. Hitting it from behind, you like you were a side chick.

It didn't matter how the monarch dealt with you. Sex with Shuri was always blissful; you were grateful to have it for the rest of your life. Call it cliché, but sex is a great stress relief for your hectic lifestyle. The rapid motions and powerful sexual satisfaction lead to an altered state of consciousness in which you can cognitively filter out all other inputs and concentrate your full attention on the sensations and emotional connection with each other.

“Keep your ass up for me,” your wife instructs, and you do as she says. "You want it so bad, huh?" Shuri teases, moving the tip back and forth across your entrance. You nodded, yes, yes, yes, because you needed it at this point—heat growing in the pit of your abdomen, yearning to be eased. Shuri smugly chuckles at your distress.

As she slips back in, keep your ass up in the air. Shuri pushes deep, her fingers digging into the flesh of your backside, and your breath hitches in your throat. Shuri leans back, seeing the length vanish inside your pussy. “Shit, baby,” she groans, and you sigh in relief at a stretch.

Shuri is standing upright while you are kneeling at the edge of the bed, legs spread apart, back arched artfully. The sheets' plush texture brushed across your sensitive nipples, and tits pressed into the mattress.

Covers shifted, eyes rolled in the back of your head;  Shuri began with a combination of slow, hard trust. As though you were floating, your head was light, and every caress was exhilarating. Your spine was tingling with chills. It's a fantastic sensation as Shuri drives into you, clearing away all thoughts and emotions that don't serve your satisfaction.

You rest your head on your arms, refusing to press your face against the covers and conceal the moans that fall from your parted lips. Let the woman behind you know how good she was giving it to you. "You sound incredible. I love how you beg for me."

Your tone is low and somewhat distorted as you're overcome with ecstasy. You gasp, "You feel so fucking amazing, fuck me so well." The words have the desired impact on Shuri, who accelerates her hips and works harder to extract more exquisite noises from your lovely honey voice.

"You deserve it," Shuri adds, unable to contain her admiration for you.

The vibrations of Shuri's hips hitting your ass, the hard impact of skin-on-skin contact, and sticky squelches filled the room with each slam. “Pl…please. So close. Baby, keep going," you whimper, your core throbbing with white-hot pleasure.

Shuri, who is no longer interested in slowing down, takes complete authority, pounding into you with such intensity that your body shakes. You arch into the contact, crying out loud, grateful for the sound protection, even though anyone with common sense could tell what was going on when the two of you vanished. Shuri fucks you with enthusiasm, pushing you up the bed before she needs to grasp you and hold you in place.

When Shuri speeds up the pace, your mind is in paradise. Praising you for how well you take it. You can bet Shuri was thrilled to see how your ass jiggled when her hips touched it. One of her hands slides over your ass and kneads the smooth flesh, guiding you back against her. "Damn," she breathes. Her tone was hypnotic.

The hand freezes when you let out a long, loud scream deep inside your gut. “R-right there,” you manage to stutter out. Now, you press your face into the fabric and scream Shuri’s name. As soon as you alerted her, she was positioned to strike the nerve deep within you precisely. Shuri shifted slightly and then pounded extra vigorously.

The deeper the penetration, the more your muscles relax. Shuri understood exactly how to curve her strokes to leave you gasping, panting, and sweaty beneath her. Shuri knew you were about to orgasm because she had the profound awareness that only comes from long-term relationships, from lovers who are very attuned to each other's rhythms. Becoming conscious of your breathing patterns, response levels, small motions, and reflexes.

Shuri leans over, sweaty skin sticking together, whispering in your ear, "Cum for me, pretty girl. Let me feel it," her voice is alluring, and all you can do is obey her. Shuri's quick speed never slows, and she brings a hand to your clit to intensify your pleasure. "Don't stop, baby. I'm going to cum for you," you warn, pushing back on her. Knowing the sight was enough to drive her wild.

The rhythmic pressure provides a unified experience of ecstasy throughout your body. Your walls spasmed, tingles pricked your spine, and your toes curled. Your body shakes as a wave of convulsive feelings washes over you.

"Oh my goodness, fuck baby, yes," you babble. Your orgasm hits you, causing your entire body to tense up. Your lips form Shuri's name as you cum around the strap, sending a jolt of pleasure all the way down your pussy. "Yes, take all you need, my love," Shuri exclaims as her hard thrust extends your orgasm.

She won't stop until the room is filled with your cries and the slick sound of her stroking the cum back into you.

It's pure ecstasy.

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I’ve been so turned off by what fusebox has been putting out lately that I haven’t even opened the app in a year or so, but I’m glad that people seem to be liking s8 so far!

I’m super curious to know how you would rank it against past seasons and what your thoughts are overall ❤️

RANK? YOU WANT ME TO RANK THEM

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omg okay. way to make my night. I'm supposed to be writing. Let's fucking gooooooo.

[Noting based on my recent post, this is my ranking for if you're pursuing a male LI. WLW rankings would be very different].

So, to me, I think there are two main criteria that define a season: Love Interests and Gameplay.

Love Interests can be further broken down into:

Sprite Design: How good they look overall as a cast. Are they proportionate? Unique?

Variety: How different/unique are they to previous seasons? Are they all models and carpenters and finance bros?

Fandom Impact: This one is silly and subjective. Are people still talking about them years later? Do they have fanfics and art? If you don't know this person, are you missing out?

Gameplay can be further broken down into:

Quality of Plot Drama: How it's written, how impactful it is. Is it stupid manufactured shit, or is it important and moves the game along? (Cherrygate? Great drama. Suresh wanting to 'give Lulu a chance' after he'd been all in for us? Shitty, awful drama).

Challenges: Are they engaging and interesting? Do they move the plot along?

Replayability: Are there enough unique aspects in the routes that you feel the need to replay?

So, based on these two criteria, I assigned rankings to each season, with Season 2 being the best that fusebox can possibly do. (We already know that it is).

These are completely subjective, but this is what I came up with.

Some brief explanations:

Season 1:

Not the best art style, but overall the proportions were spot on, the body shapes and types were different and unique. Personalities top tier (Tim? Jake? sigh.) Cherrygate, dunking challenge etc.

Season 2:

The best the fandom can do in terms of consistent art style, poses, challenges and replayability. Every route is unique. Characters are overhwhelmingly gorgeous. Some may not like the drama, but I think it's just enough.

Season 3:

I thought things were ranked too high but then remember Tai? Rafi? AJ? The waterfall date, the water balloon and tent challenges that meant something and caused drama?

Season 4:

Lost points for the NaJamUno character merge, but gained points for Youcef and Oliver. Great characters, poor challenges and drama points. Dylangate was dumb and so was making us sleep on the daybeds.

Season 5:

The less said the better. But the sprites were hot af.

Season 6:

The great character merge was atrocious. But the drama from Casa, the Marshall&Ozzy plotline, and HAMISH oh my god, he gets a bonus point for drama all on his own.

Season 7:

Personally very forgettable season. Some of the sprites were lovely. Evan was a highlight and he's gorgeous. But given how quickly everyone forgot about this season, it's loowww.

Season 8:

Gets a high ranking for fandom impact purely based on the immense amount of art and interest that's come about this season. Even with up to a half-point deduction to account for recency bias, this season ranks highly.

This gives us an updated ranking of:

Third? THIRD? Season 8 is THIRD?!?!?

This gives us an average season rating of 6.4. We could remove the outliers, but we're trying to plot how good each season is against the average, so let's not. If we then plotted this and threw in a bar to show the average:

It says the only seasons that are 'above average' are Seasons 1, 2, and 8. Which, honestly, given my adoration for Bruno, Ciaran, and Lewie, rude. How dare I hurt myself with my own chart!!!!!

I'm sure one of the maths people could do something statistically significant and make this fully mathematically valid, but this is just me latching on to a silly ask and being an idiot about it.

I like S8 a lot. It's worth playing.

In other words:

Yes. Play it.

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hello!! i came across your account just now and i was wondering if you could write something smutty about hwanjin na from get schooled?? if you don’t feel comfortable with writing smut then you can just write anything fluffy or crack. thank you!!🫶🏽🫶🏽

ohohoooo i got a GREAT IDEAAAA

(give yourself a name, for example webtoon-anon or an anon with an emoji idk but please do so, so i can distinguish you from my other anons, okay?)

okay okay so we are going with fem chubby teacher reader, who is a gentle soul!!! omg imagine hwajin having to smack himself physically just to NOT grab dat ahh-

your name will be: Hi-de Yong

warnings: obsessive behavior (->students: yandere for you), hwajin is struggling, you are sad

I also don't wanna spoil anything, so read at your own risk, okay? the most i will say is that na will get peppersprayed and then you two fuck. now read!

[ 2.9 k words my loves!! ]

...

Sweet, sweet students of mine.

Claiming that your life as a teacher in this prestigious high school was fun and wonderful would be a partial lie. Because yes, even if the day mostly consists of you lecturing your students with that gentle, nurturing and motherly charm of yours, there are also times where your peers act...strange.

"H-huh? What do you mean, I am not allowed to use the restroom, ha-neul?", you'd ask a sweet student of yours in innocent wonder. She just grins softly.

"Ah, there is such a commotion miss Yong," Ha-neul hums, leading you to the stairs to the next restroom. "We are taking class pictures today."

A lie.

Girls putting down other girls. You don't hear nor see the victims. The ones who talked back to you. The ones who disrespected you. You are their beloved teacher, of course they would hide their ugly personalities from you. Of course you would be oblivious. Of course you are too naive, gentle and kind to see through their perfect facades.

"Ah, o-okay sweetie..." and then you are also finding yourself in that empty restroom. Huh, guess the girls like the lights of the restroom above more.

...

"Hwajin Na, at your service, madam," a tall man hums, a cigarette in his mouth but he didn't light it...yet. And you blink up at him.

He is handsome, despite his rugged appearance. Dark, unruly hair that goes over his shoulders, a beard, and that lazy smirk he stationed on his good-looking face.

"Are you a relative of my students?", you ask gently, having no idea who he is; and nobody gave you any information. Na tries not to imagine you bent over your desk as he examines your eyes fluttering up at him.

You are a sweet little thing.

Small, chubby, curvy...perfect in all the right places...and god, those gentle eyes...

He clears his throat. "I am from the TRPA, The Teachers' Rights Protection Agency, and I got a file stating the complaint of one of the students in this snob academy."

You can't help but blink at him owlishly. H...a-a complaint? how so?? 'Wait, did he just say "snob"?-'

"Someone left a complaint? May i know who it was?"

Oh no, who is feeling so scared? why didn't you know about this? oh, what a bad teacher you are-

As you rake your brain with small tears brimming in your eyes, Hwajin tilts his head at you slightly, narrowing his eyes. Either you are a pretty good actor, or you are genuinly sad that a student felt uncomfortable in this place of education.

"I am sorry, but the sender of the complaint would like to stay anonymous. However, you could show me around school and let me watch you teaching a few classes."

'Hmm...she looks so...delicate, fragile...'

You quickly wipe your tears as you take a few deep breaths. Breaking down again first thing in the morning. Great. "Of-of course, sir.", you mumble, and walk around, showing him around and giving him a nice tour.

"...And this is my classroom, sir."

You lead him inside your hallroom, which has many rows of seats, and it reminds him more of a university hall than a normal high school academy. He also notices many hand-crafted things, a small snack bar, women's articles in the corner, and countless books stacked together.

"You must really love those kids, miss...?"

"A-ah! Hi-de Yong, sir.", you introduce yourself quickly, blushing in embarassment on how you didn't think of doing so sooner. 'Ugh, manners, hi-de, manners!'

"And yes, my students are really dear to me. I love them all as if they were my own children."

The man beside you raises a brow at your fond tone and gentle smile.

...

The next day, first period begins, and you lecture the children wonderfully. they chime in most of the time, asking you various questions, to which you smile and note down quickly to discuss later with them.

And Hwajin? Well, he is a bit perplexed by your kind demeanor towards the teenagers, and even more so by the teenagers eagerly claiming your attention. You must be a favourite.

"The kids adore ya," he chuckles after the lesson is over, which means after the seventeen and eighteen year olds finally left you alone with their questions. "You their favourite or somethin'?"

You hum and smile, a small blush on your cheeks. "Oh no, sir, you just flatter me."

"Hm, do i? To me, it seemed like they were all a bit obsessed with you."

"Please-"

"I mean it.", he grins lazily.

You look at him for a moment, wondering what he might mean with that. But the there is something else you want to ask. "...May i know how the student is who sent the complaint? O-or ask you to deliver them a message?"

The man scratches the back of his head with a low grumble. "uh, sure, go ahead."

You hum. "Can you....would you please be so kind and tell them that i am sorry? I... i am sorry for not being a good enough teacher for them all... my goal was for the school i teach at to be a comfortable place, where students learn for fun. Where they love going to... i just... i can't help but fail.", you sigh, a small frown on your face.

"I hope that student will get well soon....and that i will do everything in my might to help if they reach out to me."

...Damn. Hwajin raises a brow. 'That milf sure knows how to talk'. He can't help but be torn between three things. Wanting to believe you, staying neutral, or just pulling you into an empty classroom to-...ugh.

"Sure."

...

Hwajin Na roams through the bustling corridors, the jocks politely stepping out the way after momentarily stopping their stupid chants in order to do so, making the older man hum in appreciation. At least the athletes are nice. He then keeps walking around.

'...Why is there no drama? How come everything looks so perfect, like a perfect school should? Wh-'

"H-help..."

'Hell yeah! -ahem- Oh no!', Hwajin thinks, sweatdropping to himself. 'Did i just get happy over a person in need?'

He quickly follows the meek noise, and comes face to face with a guy with glasses. But he doesn't look like he needs help; he looks perfectly fine... like everyone else. A tick mark appears on na's temple and neck.

"Oi, don't call for help unle- ACK!!-" '-...Did i just get peppersprayed!?'

While hwajin stumbles and rubs his eyes, another spray hits his nose. It is a strange, sweet smell...

Oh no...

Oh fuck.

His eyes are trained on the guy. "...The hell?"

The guy just adjusts his glasses. "I am glad my newest invention of aphrodisiac perfume worked..."

Then he walks away. "I reckon you keep your distance from miss Yong."

"Hey! listen here, you son of a-"

'Wait...'

Yong? As in Hi-de Yong? As in... you?

Now everything makes sense... You with your gentle and soft-spoken nature... Everyone literally pawing at your feet... That letter must have been from someone who might have talked ill of you, only to get a lesson from their classmates-

These students are all obsessed and possessive with you!

'I...need to tell her...', Na thinks as he quickly marches over to where you are, having last seen you in a freshman classroom. He doesn't bother to look after the nerd who sprayed him, instead walking away.

Luckily, nobody else bothers him. On one hand, it gives him a good pace to approach you quickly before his cock springs out, on the other hand, he grows suspicious. 'Why is nobody chasing me, or asking for help? No tricks?'

He reaches the classroom, and finds you there. His boner twitching against the zipper. "Miss yong, I need to talk to you.", Na grits, grabbing your wrist and dragging you away. Meanwhile, you blink and let him drag you away.

"Wh-what is it, sir?", you ask softly in concern, growing confused of his hurried pace. 'Maybe he has a clue, or wants to lead me to the student with the complaint?' Yet, all your thoughts are blank when he pulls you into an empty classroom, and locks the door.

"...Sir?"

He then turns around, and you can see his pepper sprayed face, his bloodshot eyes, his flushed cheeks.

"Miss yong, before you scream or break into a fit, i need you to believe me, okay?", Na starts slowly in a calm tone, his breathing ragged as he feels his boner growing. 'Fuck, what the hell was in that perfume!?'

You look at him in concern. "But you have to tell me what happened to you. Why do you have pepper spray on your face?"

The taller man grunts and tries to wipe it away with his hands, however, he quickly accepts your napkin, and soon, it is gone.

"Those students.... one of them pepper sprayed me, and then he sprayed some weird ass perfume on me, and now..!", the rugged man sighs, blushing and panting, and now, you can also see what happened.

Oh...

Oh...!

Your eyes widen at the large boner, which nearly crosses na's whole left hip side, straining his boxers. On one side, you'd gladly offer yourself to him, on the other side, you can't help but be cautious around him despite his predicamtent.

"My...my students?", your voice comes out as unsure, sad, heartbroken, but also a bit offended.

"Why them, i don't understand..."

Na sighs and before he can answer, he flinches as his dick grows once more. 'I don't even usually get hard like this! Why is my boner so big...and around her, no less...!'

You gulp as you look down at his boner, subtly biting your lip and rubbing your thighs together. 'God...'

Maybe...Na is also taking advantage of you? You are a woman after all. Oh...what a situation you found yourself in...

"Think about it, Yong. you never saw anything wrong with your students, yet there is a letter of complaint having been sent to my agency."

Na tries to take deep breaths, yet he feels his testicles pulsing. 'Wha-!?', and suddenly, the urge to impregnate you comes to his mind. With those large breasts and those wide hips...yeah.. oh, what a wonderful mother you'd be... wait, what?

'WHAT THE HELL AM I THINKING!?'

He clears his throat. You saw his boner, and he told you that it was your students that got him into this predicament. "Was...was there any student who talked back to you, or annoyed you, Yong?"

You nod. "Of course there are. They want to discuss, and say their own piece of mind-" "I meant students that make fun of you. Students that don't like you personally. Maybe because of the bad grades they get from you?"

You hum, a sad frown on your face. "...Yes, there are some students who happen to have trouble following the subjects' topics, and yet they refuse tutoring lessons i am always willing to offer for free. But..."

You give him a worried frown, with tears brimming in your eyes. "Why would they send a letter of complaint to you because of that?"

Hwajin sighs and closes his eyes. "They didn't send the letter because of the bad grades. They sent a letter of help because they got bullied aggressively by their classmates for talking ill of you, or even making fun of you."

And now you understood. But that wasn't any better than before. Your eyes are wide as the tears stream. "How...Why...? My students...they, they wouldn't do such a thing..."

"Children can be very deceiving, Yong.", Hwajin mumbles, scratching the back of his head.

You then look up at him. "And what should we do now, sir?"

"...", Hwajin looks to the side, his face red. Ah yes...his...problem.

"...", you blush furiously. "...Ne-need...help..?"

Hwajin gulps. "Don't want to force you, miss-" "It's alright... i...i want to help.."

'You are so dirty, Hi-de! but what else should i do!? It's been ages since i was last with a man..!', you think to yourself as you shyly approach him, and look up at him with a flustered look. None of you has a condom, so how will this go? The classroom may be locked, but there are students and teachers all around you two...

"Mm..", the man hums lowly, eyeing you like a predator. What an innocent thing you are...finding yourself like this. He gently takes your waist in his hands, caressing it warmly. "I think i know a way where we can both suffice out of this...problem.", he gulps, one of his hands reaching up to tilt your head up, making you shyly face him. cute.

"Y-yes, sir?"

"Mhm.", he muses, a small grin, more depicted as a smirk in your eyes. "I could just...," he sighs, his hands wandering down to your hips. "Have your thighs...as my cock drags against your little pussy..."

And you feel yourself clenching around nothing, because Why is that man so attractive? and so hot? and bothered no less? And...with you, no less.

"Are...you sure, sir? I-i don't mind if we do it, uh, t-traditionally..."

And Hwajin snorts. "'Traditionally'? What are ya, some kinda prude? Nah, ma'am, I have a weak pull out game.", he whispers, and in the next moment, he gives you a soft kiss.

You gasp against him softly, your eyes widening, before you kiss him back slowly. You start caressing his member underneath his pants as the make out session grows more heated, and not even five minutes later, you are milking him like a cow.

"Goddamnit, woman, s-slow down-," he gasps, his thighs trembling a little as he stumbles back against the table, his legs straightening and his toes curling in his dress shoes.

But do you listen? Haha, no.

"Mmh, no. You look so gorgeous like that, Hwajin."

Your voice comes out in a soft whisper, your hands gently wandering up and down his cock, mindfull of not pulling. Only pressing down around on tip and shaft, tickling that leaky tip around the angry mushroom head of his. "So red, I wonder how long it'll take you until you orgasm.."

Meanwhile, Na's hips buck into your hands pathetically, and he gives a weak grunt. "G-gonna come soon if ya don't stop... Fuck, y're a minx.."

'Ugh, I just wanna taste him so bad...'

"Would you mind if i sucked you?", you ask him softly, giving his neck a nice lick. As if your ovulation started. When he doesn't answer, too lost in the pleasure, your left hand wanders down to his balls to give him a soft slap. "Earth to my sweet hwajin."

And that makes Hwajin jolt, his hips thrusting upwards, right into your hands that did a wonderful movement. "Ah- y-yes, yes, please-"

You drop down to your knees, yanking his pants down, and Hwajin fears you might have ripped them. Or if you inhaled the perfume from him. Or if you're just as sprung on him as he is with you at the moment. Either way, he doesn't hesitate to toss his head back and groan in delight when your plump, glossy lips already engulf the tip.

It tingles and he squirms a bit when he feels your tongue poking into his slit, or how your lips press against the end of his tip. "Hah...ooh..mh..that's it...g-good girl...such a goood girl..ah.."

What he isn't prepared for, however, is when you suddenly deepthroat him. Never in his life was he ever able to have a woman go down on him that nicely and quickly without gagging or choking. And you do it like it's fucking second nature.

"Ah-", he gasps, his hands flying to your hair at the back of your head, and pull, while his hips push. He doesn't even want to do that! It is like Hwajin's body has a mind of his own. He'd rather push himself away from you and apologize on his knees, but he can't...not when you feel so good..

He can't believe he is using your mouth and throat like a fleshlight now. He can't believe that he is pounding between your lips. And you're letting him.

Your eyes meanwhile, are fluttering shut in bliss, your hands gently kneading his muscle-y thighs and hips and you also bob your head to his thrusts, gulping and slurping, sucking and licking on him as if his dick were a straw or a lollipop.

"Oh, oh yes...ohh...yes...", he moans, his fingers tightening in your hair. He looks down, and then he cums down your throat. How...blissed out you looked, with his can-sized dick in your throat. You are certainly a freaky girl. He shivers and even whimpers when you hungrily gulp down his seed, your walls constricting against his now soft and sensitive member over and over again. "M-miss Yong, please, t-too much-"

...

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[ma1dita]

okok catching up on troubleverse WHEWW and i have the perffff song for them, paired with the lyrics verse-for-verse and me screaming shrilly LMAOOO.

but this song is sosososo perf, like everything abt it from the lyrics to the singer's erratically paced singing to the general unhinged vibes and. IT SHARES A NAME WITH THE ENTIRE SERIES TOO OMG-- 'partner in crime' by madilyn mei!! i haven't listened to my folk indie queen for a hot minute but i had to pull it out from the dusty archive of my skull for u 😗😗

When you're gone I feel alone again / The voices cannot hold my hand / They keep me company at very best / Distract me from my loneliness

insanity mention?? dionysus the god of mania?? HELLOOOO CAN THOU HEAR ME [rattling at the bars of containment]

Maybe I'm just an anomaly / Even my demons have their families / Truly something must be wrong with me / To need you as much as I do

smth must be wrong with trouble to need luke as much as she does and vice versa smth smth okay like. i think the whole thing abt him being trouble's ESA from buddy system is saying enough 😭😭

I was never meant to win / [... maniacal laughing] SHUT UP!

THE LAUGHING AND THE MUTED SHUT UP HERE JUST GETS ME. straight chills, ik it didnt happen but during love like a blister if trouble screamed at the other counselors out of rage and the campers heard it the way it sounded in the song UGH. I WAS NEVER MEANT TO WIN. THEY DON'T EVER WIN BC LUKE HAS BEEN DOOMED BY THE NARRATIVE OMFG.

Here's the reigns / Take ahold of me / Please don't let me go / You do the talking / Sew up my mouth if I can't keep it closed

BUDDY SYSTEM CODED when they're on the road trip bc the image just comes to mind instantly, like if they see questioning adults luke has to do the sweet talking bc trouble is lowkey a pro yapper and can't keep her mouth shut at all. AND 'here's the reigns take ahold of me' NO WORDS no words at all just vibes bc wdym. i just think that luke being vulnerable to trouble and talking abt his mom as if he were giving her the reigns to his personal life ermm.

Run for it / I'll keep em occupied for you / Cause I love you, I love you so

SOMEBODYS ANGEL SAVE ME SOMEBODYS ANGEL SAVE ME. trouble stepping into the battle with ladon to save luke, 'run for it i'll keep [LADON] occupied cause i love you i love so' I AM SICK. SOMEONE MAKE ME SOME CONGEE UGHHH.

I'm 'bout to die / Yet the only thing I find i'm worried about is you / Something tells me you aren't coming / Guess that I'm truly doomed

i saw ur synopsis of asking for trouble like. he's dying and the only thing he can think abt. is trouble??? r u kidding me? and then trouble supposedly pleading his case with the olympians in the as above so below synopsis DONT TELL ME that trouble is gonna be too late for luke and so he dies thinking that she still hates him (based off what im assuming from the when the curtains close synopsis, 'all strings r cut' WDYM??)

I overhear your brain when it's close to mine / Oh, I know that we're not the same / My heart's on the line / I'm just a pawn in your game / Not your partner in crime

JO THEY R SUPPOSED TO BE PARTNERS IN CRIME HELLO. solipsism c'mere i just wanna talk bc drunk!trouble seeing luke from a different timeline and KNOWING HE'S REALLY THERE BUT IT ISNT HIM = 'i overhear your brain when it's close to mine / oh, i know that we're not the same' THEY ARE ON DIFFERENT WAVELENGTHS IN THE MOST LITERAL SENSE POSSIBLE WITH TIME in this essay i will--

You're slowly killing me / Taking your- (I was never meant to win)

luke to kronos, the titan is slowing killing him from the inside out the longer he's possessing luke. HE WAS NEVER MEANT TO WIN UGH. i need to put maddie and u in affectionate jail bc ASDFGHJKL goodbye i am finished. troubleverse is sososoo evil, like this is srsly what everyone else feels when they read jubi bc if it is i am so sorry for everything.

to conclude jo, ily but i also am gobsmacked with my mouth hanging wide open and catching flies bc this whole thing is unbe-fucking-lieveable. the way u built their whole ass relationship from the ground up and swung a baseball bat into it like ok i need to take a business month to process this for reasons known and unknown, my bags r packed up at the airport, who cares abt my chem grade, it is sabbatical time WHEWW

THEOOOOO IM SCREAMING UNTIL MY HEAD EXPLODES THE SONG REC IS SO GOOD??? how tf did i miss that

i am so happy that you made the troubleverse part of your day it is an honor to have you connect the dots from your perspective and see how everything is playing out!! you in my brain ill make you congee BAHAH you've been the only one to put some of the dots together for the final arc (or at least voice it, thank you for being brave) and i will neither confirm nor deny but your analysis is pretty spot on for someone who binge read it today thank you so much!!

study for chem no rest for the weak >:( love youu

[viveltres]

( AMITA SUMAN.  CIS WOMAN.  SHE/HER )  - the new york city resident, kaneila  acharya,  was  seen  sporting  a  lewd  tramp  stamp  and  rejected  back  dermals  above  her  low-rise  jeans  on  park  avenue  today.  the  twenty-seven  year  old  is  a  flight  attendant  in  the  city  &  has  been  here  for  three  years  on  and  off.  since  being  here,  she has  been  told  to  be  detached  from  the  outside  world,  but  also  a  trendsetter,  but who  really  knows!  according  to  nycslam,   she  has  homewrecked  multiple  families.  anyways,  guess  we'll  find  out  for  ourselves!

WHO ARE YOU?

full name:  kaneila acharya. nicknames:  canelé, neila, nellie, kiki. will respond to anything, but goes by kaneila herself. gender:  cis woman. pronouns: she/her. sexuality:  complicated, but identifies as bisexual for now. aesthetics:  mall rat couture, spiked detox smoothies, uneven and purposeful tan lines, paparazzi plaything, confessions of a teenage drama queen, bedazzled vape bars, bottomless mimosas to cure last night's hangover, every PR team's nightmare, tacky tattoos to cover up her exes' names. age:  twenty seven (27). date of birth:  28th of july. zodiac sign:  leo sun, pisces moon, scorpio rising. place of birth: miami, florida. residence:  a penthouse in the heart of new york city. she lives alone, however, a few of her friends crash there so often they might as well have moved in (wanted connection). occupation:  flight attendant + face of her father's airline VELOURAIR.

INTROSPECTION

(excerpts of an interview pulled from the archives of COSMOPOLITAN, the issue of 2020)

For those unfamiliar with you, tell us a little bit about your background.

Have you guys ever watched that MTV show “My Super Sweet 16”? I've been told I'm, like, a carbon copy of those girls on the show, which is, honestly, not as big of an insult as they think. Like, yeah? I'm a spoiled little brat and my daddy's little girl, sue me, bitches! Last time I checked, being rich isn't a crime (shrugs). But anyway... My dad's, like, a billionaire because his parents are crazy rich too, but he started off as a pilot and then ended up founding his own airline, which is super exclusive. He doesn't like it when I brag about him like that, but who else will if not me? I mean, it's not like we're seeing pilots on TV. I'm the face of the VELOURAIR for a reason.

What about your mother?

You know, I'm not so sure. We weren't that close growing up, but not in a depressing way; she didn't abandon me as a child or anything, she's just super hot for her age and using that to her advantage! I flew out to South America last year to see one of her bellydancing shows and then I went with her to her Botox appointment. She's probably doing something else now because she doesn't know how to stick to one thing. Like mother, like daughter! (checks instagram) OMG, that's so funny. Do you guys see that? She's posting dressed up chihuahuas and stuff. Aw, that's so cute! Wow, that's so many followers. Should I be doing this too?

Your job title is ‘flight attendant,’ but we know your role involves much more than that. How would you describe what you do to someone unfamiliar with this world?

TBH, it's not even that much. I've heard so many flight attendants be like, this job is a lot harder than you think, blah blah blah. That's just soooo dramatic. It's really not. I get to travel a lot, wear cute fits, and have sex with A-listers in the bathroom. What more could you ask for? I guess I also promote brands that sponsor us, but let's be real. All I need to do is smile, flash a little bit of thong, and suddenly, they're all wrapped around my finger (shimmies and winks).

Can you walk us through your typical day when you’re off-duty? How do you spend your free time?

Oh my God, okay, if there's one thing I hate about my job is that most of the time, I don't get to sleep in. No one should have to wake up before 3 PM, that's just torture. But if you entice me with a bit of lazy morning sex... (moans) Suddenly I'm the earliest bird, pecking every worm in sight. After that, I'm out having brunch with my girls or shopping, or at the beach, or slashing tires of an ex-boyfriend's car, or all of the above. Just, you know, the usual. Days are so boring to me. Everything comes alive at night! Before then, I'm just passing time.

What are some passions or hobbies that you’ve developed over the years? Are you doing any other side gigs apart from working at your father's airline?

I'm actually currently in the process of getting a license to be a nail technician. No one else gets my vision like I do, so I was like, why not do it myself? But I do a bunch of other things, too. A bit of modelling here and there, I do some personal shopping and styling for those who are completely tone-deaf when it comes to fashion. I can do anything once I put my mind to it, I think. It's just sooo much effort... I'd rather stay in bed and watch Sex and the City.

What's next for you after this?

A dick appointment (giggles). Oh, you mean, like, in life? Eugh, I don't know. Just hoping I'm not dead in the next few years. That's all I can ask for. But if I am, then I hope someone makes a biopic about me. I already have a journal stashed for this and it's full of juicy dirty secrets. I won't care about them once I'm dead; I just want the audience and my fans to be entertained.

[feekins]

YAAAAAAAS ON TO TRIGUN MAXIMUM!!!!!

...omg, I just opened my copy, and I forgot this was the point where my teen self started writing "Property of <redacted>" on the inside cover of all my Triguns 🥹

ANYWAY!!! let's get right into it - my thoughts and things and translation weirdness I'm finding as I re-read ch 1 of Trigun Maximum vol 1!!!

(NOTE: I'm reading the Dark Horse [physical] and the Overhaul [online] translations side-by-side)

so we've got a bit of interesting translation discrepancies right from the get-go! most of Dark Horse's wording is fine, but they weirdly changed the last block of text on the first page. and the Overhaul's translation reads so much nicer, much more good-ol'-story-like~

so anyway. here's what Dark Horse has for that first page:

From the firmament above, a blood-red eye looks down upon us.

Reminding us of the man's name...

The man's legend...

As time goes on, the tale that must be told becomes mere wagon tracks trailing into the future...

meanwhile, the Overhaul says:

Look up! Look to the firmament above! A blood-red eye looks down upon us.

And remember! Remember his name.

Remember his legend.

A tale that must be told until the end of time. The last trace of him that will live on into the future.

then, a couple pages in - when Wolfwood and the barkeep are talking about Vash - the translation discrepancies are more consequential.

Dark Horse has:

"The demon that reduced two of the seven cities to ash...

...then disappeared at Fifth Moon two years ago.

He had a $$60-million bounty on his head...the first man to be declared a natural disaster.

And the damage from that incident totaled over $$20 trillion."

the Overhaul tells a slightly different story:

"The demon that reduced two of the seven cities to ash.

They offered a bounty of $$60 billion for his head before he was declared humanity's first act of God.

He's a localized disaster with over two hundred incidents totaling over $$70 trillion in damages.

Then after the Fifth Moon incident two years ago, he disappeared from the frontier."

yyyyyeah idk why those differences are a thing, but ty Overhaul for the clarity and extra info you continue to provide!

oh, and one weird difference when Lina goes up to the bar! Dark Horse has her saying "Hey barkeep, I need a shot!" whereas the Overhaul has the more vague (and perhaps more age-appropriate) "Hey, barkeep! I need the usual!" 😆

(Dark Horse on top, Overhaul on bottom)

thanks to the Overhaul, that last panel makes a lot more sense to me =u=

(I would also like to note that on my first read-through at 14yo, I had no gotdamn clue what a lolicon was, and Dark Horse's note didn't change that;;;;;; )

(Dark Horse on left, Overhaul on right)

yeah, I like Overhaul Wolfwood more here. in this house, we don't tolerate creeps!

...Overhaul Vash is better, too. not lookin very good over there, Dark Horse, what with the way you're handling this topic... 😒

more Overhaul clarity! and I'm just. baffled. as to why Dark Horse physically altered those bottom left speech bubbles.

this will never not be one of my top fav silly Vashs - his fking foot!!!!! 🤣

this is. literally just a scream in the Overhaul. oh Dark Horse, u so silly~

another instance of context-altering translation discrepancies. the Overhaul's translation strikes me as more heart-felt, with more emotion - which is central! Trigun is a very emotional story! I want to be angry about the diluted Dark Horse translation I grew up with...but I'd rather keep singing praises to the Overhaul. I'm getting to experience a more complete story this read-through... 🥺

more subtle difference here - but, once again, the Overhaul makes more sense imo

...and it was at about this point, on just this read-through, it hit me:

Vash and Wolfwood have known each other for all of ONE BUS RIDE and ONE HOSPITAL CONVERSATION...and already, they're falling into step side-by-side to take down some baddies.

✨️das chemistry, babey✨️

and lastly, we have some more speech bubble confusion the Overhaul cleared up for me! now I understand why Wolfwood's losing his shit over there... 🤣

[moon-ursidae]

ALRIGHT YA’LL KNOW THE DRILL HERE

there will be spoilers for all of the last of us part 1 and all of the last of us part 2 under the cut!!

i’ll be sharing my notes and thoughts as i play each session!!

again SPOILERS ARE UNDER THE CUT SO IF YOU DO NOT WANT SPOILERS DO NOT SELECT READ MORE

PLAY SESSION 1 (i am horrified)

i just want to start by saying that i already know a decent amount about this game. i never thought that i, myself, would be playing these games, so i watched playthroughs when they first came out. since then, spoilers have been plastered all over the internet. so. yknow. i’m aware of what i’m getting myself into. ANYWAY to the session log!

total play time: 6 and a half hours

HERE WE GO YA’LL

i haven’t opened the game yet AHH

i know the music is gonna ruin me

my heart is beating so fast

i’m configuring settings and i hear water oh god

FUCK IT’S THE BOAT

AHHHH

OKAY THIS IS REALLY HAPPENING

I HIT START AHHHHH

C H I L L S down my body just seeing the neck of the fucking guitar

i’m already tearing up from joel telling the story to tommy

THAT’S PEDRO PASCAL

THAT IS PEDRO PASCAL BITCH

IN THE CAR WHEN HE LOOKS TO THE SIDE BC ELLIE STARTED STIRRING AWAKE??

THAT IS JUST AN OLDER PEDRO BRO

ANYWAY sorry i just understand very much why they offered him this role

STOP THE CUT TO THE LAST CUTSCENE WHEN THE FIRST GAME ENDS I’M CRYING

AND THE MUSIC

FUCK YOU

this looks fucking amazing.

the fucking music. GUSTAVO. GENIUS BRO.

this is fucking gorgeous. i am taking my fuckin T I M E

STARRING ASHLEY JOHNSON TROY BAKER AND LAURA BAILEY I KNOW THAT’S RIGHT

WOOOO

THAT SHOT?? HIM WALKIN INTO TOWN?? JESUS F U C K

ARE WE ALREADY AT THE FUTURE DAYS CUTSCENE????

omg omg she’s listening to the song she sings in the trailer i think A H H

and the bandages on her arm where her scar is 🥺

the way that joel tucks his shirt in now omg such a dad

THE SAVAGE STARLIGHT POSTER🥹

THE STANCE™️

THE WAY THAT MY DAD DOES THIS SAME FUCKING THING WHERE HE’LL GO TO TELL ME A JOKE HE HEARD AND FORGOT IT

I’M GONNA C R Y LATER

HIS AWKWARD LIL STEPS TO THE DOOR TO GET THE GUITAR STOP

“you wanna hear sumn” JOEL PLEASE I’M GONNA SOB

troy has such a nice voice! and also to voice act while singing simultaneously?? crazy

THEY ARE SO-

UUGGGHHHHHH🥺🥺🥺

it’s always in the prologue that they showcase Joel being a dad and i’m like damn this is how me and my dad are and they’re like “would be a shame if something bad happened” and i SOB

“you kissed dina?” TEA

THE WAY SHE’S LIKE 😶

okay i already very much like jesse he seems like such a nice guy!

again i know what happens just let me have this goddamnit

ELLIE HAS A PS3 THAT’S WHAT’S UP BRO WHAT GAMES YOU GOT??

JAK AND DAXTER SLAY

UNCHARTED 1 & 2 SLAY

this taylor guitar is gorgeous bro AH

the pictures on her corkboard above the bed🥺

i wish we got to see and know more about cat she looks like a cool ass character

is that the toy she stole for sam?? i thought she left that at his grave? so it may be a new one to remember him by? i dunno

DINNER BREAK BEFORE I CONTINUE

okayyyy to the outside… where it’s snowing…. and ellie is wearing this outfit…

and joel and tommy are out scouting…

FUCK

i love how slowly through the environment it tells you how jackson survives. through community. it’s gorgeous worldbuilding.

FIRST CARD HELL YEA

IS THAT BUCKLEY??? AHHHH

AND GUSTAVO!!!!!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!!!

HE’S PLAYING A VERSION OF THE LAST OF US THEME AHHHHHHH

I HEAR MARISHA RAY AND MATT MERCER?? AHHHHHHH CRITICAL ROLE CAST COME THROOUUUGGGHHHH

it’s also really wonderful to see kids being kids during this. especially for their age. they’re too young to deal with the bullshit that comes along with an apocalypse world

PEOPLE ARE SHIT TALKING ELLIE BRO THEY LITERALLY STARTING HUSHING EACH OTHER AS I APPROACHED LMAOOOOO

there are so many people at the bar at fucking 6:30am ya’ll

“i don’t wanna hear what that bigot has to say” as you fucking should ellie

also maria is so pretty!!!!

and dina is patroling w ellie?

sooooo many great signs here 🥲

“bigot sandwiches” SHE’S SO FUNNY

CARD #2 BRO YEEEAAAA

“we’re fine” BC THEY HAD THE TALK ON THE PORCH AND 😭😭😭😭😭😭

DIIIINNNNAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!

“i’m not even playing!” THERE SHE IS FERAL ELLIE

“i hate this kid so much” okay and i love ellie

“you wanna fuck em up?” THEY’RE SO MADE FOR EACH OTHER YOU’RE JOKING

THE SNOWBALL FIGHT WAS SO FUCKING CUTE AHHHHH

DINA IS SO GOOD W KIDS 🥹

THE SPARKLES IN THE SNOW?? GODDAMN

DO I HEAR KHARY PAYTON AT THESE STABLES??

they even included the detail of farriers dude there is someone cleaning this horse’s hoof

AND YURI LOWENTHAL WOOOOOO

shimmer acquired ✅

I DON’T WANNA LEAVE JACKSON DUDE

and the music seems so ominous like HSKAHSKAHSOS

FUCK IT’S THE CABIN

I SAW MEL

I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT IS HAPPENING

THIS EARLY?????

PLAYING AS HER?? THIS EARLY???

THE FABRIC ANIMATION ON HER SLEEPING BAG??? INSANE

listen i have nothing but raging and wholesome love for laura bailey but this one is gonna be difficult

her performance is phenomenal don’t get me wrong. this is just gonna be hard

THIS EARLY??

also they all start exiting a garage

joel rode the horse out of the garage

ellie lives in a remodeled garage/shed

and abby walks out of the garage w owen

idk if that’s a connection at all but just something i noticed i guess

owen also gives me weird vibes idk

this feels wrong being on the stick as abby

yooooooo that’s a really cool camera trick to convey her perception of heights and her fear

the snow and scenery look fucking gorgeous oh my god

FUCK of course he wanted to show her JACKSON

FUCKIN HELL

AND OF COURSE HE SAW JOEL AND TOMMY GO ON PATROL

MOTHERFUCKERRRRRRR

“assuming he’s in there, how do we get to him?”

I KNOW WHO THE FUCK THEY’RE TALKING ABOUT AND I’M SICK TO MY FUCKING STOMACH

AND NOW I HAVE TO LEAD HER TO JOEL???

F U C K DUDE I’M KAVSKABSKSH

i genuinely am so fucking anxious dude

like my hands are sweating and my stomach is turning over and i’m gonna vom bro

this is ALOT of dead folks oh my god

DODGE?? fuck yea

OH MY GOD THE WAY SHE STOMPED ITS HEAD AHHHH

this game is definitely more brutal damn

GOD THE INFECTED ARE SO MUCH SCARIER

“where’s the patrol?” NO WHERE. LONG GONE. SOOOOOOOOO GONE.

ellie and dina are so cute together

THE BONG💀

honestly eugene sounded pretty fuckin awesome i would wanna go out like him too

GOD I LOVE SNOWY ENVIRONMENTS

“i was thinking of inviting joel over for a movie” i- wh- 😭😭😭😭😭

cheesy 80s action movies??? MY KIND OF GUY BRO!

ALSO PLEASE NAUGHTY DOG STOP GIVING HIM MORE HUMANITYYYY AND GRAVITAS IT HUURTS

“you wanna meet up after?” “uhh.. okay. i’ll play guitar for you.” ELLIEEEEEEEEEE I SEE YOU

ANUTHA CARD BABYYYYY

i was wondering when we would see infected

dina worried about ellie dying bc of infection and ellie’s like “deal.” 😶

oh shit this storm is picking up HELLA

EUGENE WAS A FIREFLY

i wish so badly for them to go more into joel and tommy’s time after outbreak day jfc

ANUTHA CARD

ANUTHA PS3

damn i wish we had a ps3 in the library

i love the new weapons upgrade system

like you physically see the gun change and add shit onto it

so dope

DAMN! eugene had WEED bro

but this also means….

it’s super close now..

“smash bradi’s cooch” BRO NOT THE PLAY ON NAUGHTY DOG GAME TITLES

omg plz the way she breaks the joint jar

THERE WAS SOMETHING ELSE I MEANT TO LOOK AT BEFORE THIS CUTSCENE GODDAMNIT

their chemistry is CRAZZYYYYY dude i feel like i’m intruding on their time

THE WAY ELLIE LOOKS AT HEEERRRRRRR

THE WAY THEY LOOK AT EACH OTHERRRRRRRR

THE WAY SHE FLICKS THE JOINT AND GRABS HER FACE WAS SMOOOOOOTH AS FUCK

oh no. ohhhhh no. i am now abby. oh fuck.

fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck

A HORDE???? THIS IS HORRIFYING OH MY GOD

THE FENCE IS GONNA CRUSH MEEEEEEEEE

i have to pause. it’s joel. i-

FUUUUUCK

FUCK. HER REACTION WHEN TOMMY TELLS HER ITS JOEL. FUCK.

LAURA BAILEY IS SO GOOD

AND THE WAY HER VOICE GETS SHAKY?

LAUUURRRRAAAAAAAAAA

TELLING THEM WHERE HER FRIENDS ARE AND THAT’S GONNA LEAD THEM TO THE CABIN AND FUUUUUUUUUUUCK MAN.

GOOODDD LAURA’S ACTING. JESUS.

AND THEN CUT TO ELLIE AND DINA AHHH

WAIT I THOUGHT SHE TOLD DINA SHE WAS IMMUNE LATER???? IS SHE GOING TO RN??

SHE IS. OH MY GOD.

i’m lowkey glad she doesn’t believe it

“tommy and joel didn’t show up”

NOT PREPARED

FUCK FUCK FUCK THEY’RE INSIDE THE HOUSE NOW

i literally feel sick to my stomach i’m so worried for him and tommy and ellie bro

tommy’s being so nice to them offering them supplies and everything too GOOOOODDDDDD

FUUUUUCK THE WAY THEY ALL LOOK UP AT HIM WHEN HE INTRODUCES HIMSELF AS JOEL

FUUUUUCK THE SHOTGUN

when i tell you that i am so close to losing my dinner i am not joking

THE EMOTION IN HIS EYES WHEN HE LOOKED AT ELLIE

HE LOOKED SO TIRED BUT SO SCARED FOR ELLIE

i am pausing. jesus fucking christ. (stopped for a good while here bc obvious reasons)

it hurts me knowing that ellie didn’t even have the strength to even stand up when dina found her and joel and tommy.

tommy coming to check on her😭

she looks about as bad as i do rn

my poor sweet ellie🥺

tommy’s so awkward bc he’s probably like “does joel want me to treat her like a daughter? do i carry on what he started? do i try to forge this relationship with her?” and struggling to tell ellie that they may not be able to afford going to seattle if it means that ALL of jackson would be vulnerable. bc he doesn’t like it either. he wants to go for abby too.

FUCK man.

THE HUG.

F U C K

THE HEADSTONE STOP

the lil chair and wind chimes outside🥹

all the flowers out front??????

he really had an impact on jackson🥺

her hand shaking at the door FUCK

HE HAD A COWBOY HAAATTTT😭😭😭😭

HIS OWL MUG 😭

IS THIS PAGE OF HER JOURNAL WET WITH TEARS?? AND/ OR TEAR STAINED???

THE MUSEUM PAMPHLET A H H

her drawing of him oh my god i’m C R Y I N G

you can tell he loved her so much. there’s pieces of her all over the house.

HE NEVER FINISHED HIS CARPENTRY PROJECT

THE MIRROR IN THE UPSTAIRS BATHROOM IS OFF THE WALL AND COVERED. JOEEELLLL.😭😭😭😭😭

it looks broken as well. maybe i’m reading too much into it. maybe not

THE PICTURE OF HIM AND SARAH IN A WHITE FUCKING FRAME I’M GONNA LOSE MY MIND

AND A PICTURE OF HIM AND ELLIE NEXT TO IT

no one look at me. no one talk to me. no one perceive me. oh my fucking god.

his jacket and how ellie just stays there. oh my god.

THE WATCH.

THE MUSIC.

I’M FUCKING DONE DUDE.

is that his fucking shirt from the night he lost sarah. i fuckin-

NAUGHTY DOOOOGGGGGGGG

the idiots guide to space book and readers on the bedside table😭😭 SO HE COULD TALK TO ELLIE ABOUT SPAAAACE

bless maria’s heart dude. i love her

SEATTLE DAY 1

omg she’s telling dina the story about the hunter that tried to drown joel in the hotel

alright i’m stopping here before going forward bc i’m fucking exhausted emotionally and physically haha

jesus fucking christ is how i would summarize that first session. jesus fucking christ.

[katbrando]

💪🏻🎶💭 and 📊 if that's what you're asking for *bloosh*

omg UMI BELOVED you didn't have to send anything in 🥺💜 i appreciate you and apologize beforehand bc i'm so wordy

💪 Describe a theme or other element of the original source material that you feel is strengthened or reinforced by the presence of your ship.

this is tough honestly but because it's about the source material i'll go off my s/i instead of modern au 🤔 i think introducing my s/i (and hp) to diego much earlier on in the race offers extra emphasis/insight into his distrust of people, like... there's so much angst and anger between the two of them. he's a prick who has no problem expressing his disgust with the lower class and people in general, meanwhile my s/i is like his total opposite - she's humble to a fault, distrusts the upper class, and could not care less about diego's prestige. the tension between the two is Interesting and they bring out the worst in each other for a good while before they get over themselves and fall in love much later on

🎶 Select a piece of music to relate to your ship. What themes or ideas about your ships does this piece of music share or highlight?

oh GOD... (looking at the entirety of arctic monkeys' discography) oh boy UHHH ACTUALLY i'll ignore that and throw a curve ball: i recently added 'stargazing' by the neighbourhood to my self-ship playlist 🥺 it contains very important elements of dinokat: - cars (pull it out of park, put it in drive / better keep the ac on for me / windows start to fog) our first kiss is in diego's car, we take a lot of road trips, in general a lot of Bonding and intimacy (both emotional and physical) takes place in his car - tension/mutual pining (it's a race against the clock, but we don't wanna watch / might've set the bar a little too high) we're so annoying bc we liked each other for a while and i was too afraid to admit it to both myself and him, he was too afraid to ruin the bond we have bc it's so rare for him to make close connections and he didn't want to lose that - and an eventual sort of.. Sudden admission of feelings (all the patience that i've got, it's not enough to save me / started with a spark, now we're on fire) again, both of us admitted our feelings in his car HFDKS, it happened fast (a little too fast for my liking) and it felt very like !!!!! help, i really like you !!!!! ??? idk if that makes sense, basically it was bubbling up for a while

💭 What arguments would you use to persuade someone to ship the ship you're discussing?

🥺 ummmmm pretty please ship dinokat bc we're cute 🥺 and i rlly like diego a lot 🥺 /hj .. UGH IDK i think we compliment each other, we're total opposites in terms of personality but i don't think that's a bad thing! we have nearly identical interests and a very similar outlook on life. we're silly and goofy and stupid and want to be better people, especially for each other 🥺

📊 Compare and contrast the personalities of the characters in your ship. Describe whether you feel it is their similarities or their differences that define the ship.

the obvious answer is that diego harbors general distaste for people and he's Very self-centered VS me, who's Very self-less and tends to see the good in people. he truly doesn't care about anyone outside of himself and his small circle, while i would drop everything including my own well-being just to help someone, even if i don't really know them. BUT because we're on two opposite ends of the spectrum i think we both view the other's outlook as sort of.. inspiring, i guess. maybe we wouldn't outwardly admit it (bc we're both STUBBORN LOL) but we can take aspects of each other's outlooks and apply it to ourselves. like obviously i don't want to be AS selfish as him but i can realistically see how taking a crumb of that and applying it to myself would greatly improve my life. putting my own well-being above others is something i can definitely use and would benefit from. and maybe diego can learn to be a little more compassionate by watching the way it makes me feel good to care for other people. but also i think our similarities are wonderful :'))) we can agree on aesthetics and music and humor and general opinions on things (outside of the things i mentioned above) and that really makes things so much more fun!!!!

[alexiious]

●PILOT: Bad first impression

*intro music

[Narator: Hello, oh how rude of me, I haven't introduced myself, my name is James, and this is the story of me and my roomate, you will see the rest...]

*opens the door to he's new apartment*

JAMES: Ah, finally freedom, out of my parents house

[...that's me *points arrow at James with he's name* I'm 26 years old and expect someone]

...he should be here at aaany second now...

*opens the door and closes harshly as he- -says it*

G: Hey...so you live in this.... this... yuck..

*James looked discusted as George says it*

J: Hey... I'm James... I...

G: I...don't do the handshakes with...poor people and peasants...I'm above that...

J: Oh...ok.. *gets annoyed a but suck it up* ...so ur rich kid...hah...

G: Yes...but I don't think you will understand that...

J: Suuure... *he's grinding he's teeth a bit*

G: But I guess you could be of use i guess..

J: Ok...? *comfused*

G: To be my slave...

J: *coughs* what...!!?? Ok before anything... we need to have some ground rules.

G: Ough... *discusted*

J: *breathes in and sighs* Ok...firstly...I'm not a slave.. Secondly...we will do some chores..

G: Umm...excuse me.. what are chorse... is that what peasants do??

J: *he's jaw droped and gets confused* wait...what..

G: That's what I was asking... aren't u- -listening to me??

J: Yes but...like dude...how the f*ck do u not know what...chores are??

G: I never done them before duuuuhh..

J: Omg...you are spoiled...

G: No I'm not... *raised a bit he's voice*

J: yes...you are dude *laughs while saying it*

G: My mom...doesn't think that..

J: *sighs* ok... *breaths in and out* ok...now you will...wash the dishes...

G: who. .me??

J: noo...the other guy I'm talking to... *says- -angerly ish* of course to you!!

G: ok...no need to yell...

J: ok .. *watched and waits for him to start*

Any year now dude...

G: Uuhhh...question what is this?? *points at it*

J: *looks at it disappointingly* dude. .how old are you.

G: uhhh...25, you?

J: mhhm and throut that period, you never seen a sponge before?? Ever?? Becouse im 24 dude, and know these things..Are u kidding me?? *yells a bit*

G: I told u never did chores...

J: I thought you were...joking... *looks disappointed while saying it*

G: uhhh...ok??

J: ok.. *shoves him* there...now u get it??

G: I...guess?

J: you know what...do what ever u want.. *says that while dresses he's coat* I'm going...out...

*slams he's doors*

G: Jeez I wonder what got into him...

*puts a drink, purse whisky*

J: Thanks...Steve..

S: No problem...so I heard you have new roomate... . . *talks while washing a glass*

J: *drinks a drink and almost spiled*

S: Oh...dude did I say something wrong... *comfused*

J: Oh...uhh nothing Steve...its not you...it's well...

*as he tries to finish the sentence, George comes in*

G: Heey...Jaxon...or whatever..

J: Oh...God not him...

G: Hey where were you...omg this place looks filthy...

J: Steve this is George...the one i talked about..George..Steve..

G: Oh hi Steven...or whatever... omg this place looks filthy..

S: Hey...hey...filthy!?? *gets a bit annoyed*

J: Just...ignore him.. *says while drinking*

G: Eww..what a desk...

J: Dude just...stop...

G: What??

J: Stop with this bullshit...please...

G: Ahh..ik what's happening!!

J: Really? What?? *says sarcasticly while drinking*

G: You are jelouse of me...don't you...

J: Uhhh...no im not...

*George sees someone while talking with Jason*

G: Who...is this ..Angel??

S: Uhhh...Steffanny...

G: Ahhh...Steffanny...beautiful name...

J: Dude...are u ok??

G: Shut up bro...

J: Ok? *drinks*

S: Hello my name is Steffanny, im working with Steven, im bartender.

J: My name is Justin

*George inturapted him*

G: My name is George..I'm super rich...and tall...

J and S: *comfused*

J: Dude...are u in love?

G: What?? Why do...u care?? She is mine dude do u hear me!!??

J: Woah...woah...I'm not in love with her!!

G: Good bro...you better be... *paranoid*

J: Ok??

*they came back home from bar, it was dark*

G: Ma...maybe i will stay here longer... I...mean this place doest look that bad...after all...

*Jason closed the door*

J: What?? But u said... *realized*

Ik why...? Your in love... *mocks and laughs a bit*

G: Pfff...don't be reddiciculous... *blushing a bit*

J: Why are u red then??

*George yelled at Justin while Justin laughed and mocked George and also while camera zoomed out from window of they're apartment*

*outro music and ending credits*

[blog-reflection]

ONE / Eighteen - Golden Ticket

Today is the day.

I am sad to say that today is the last day I have with Jesse before they go back to Windsor tomorrow morning. They have been an awesome help during that time. Jesse was already busy painting the wall when I woke up. I rubbed my eyes and looked around. I did well, no we did well. None of the boxes are there anymore. Being up in the middle of the night really helps. I got up around two in the morning, unplanned, but I was awake like I had drunk five coffees in a row. I decided it would be best to just finish up the boxes till I pass out again, which I eventually did around two hours later. 

Jesse: Good, you're awake! You won’t be ready for this! James: Barely..:What's up, fuzzy? Jesse: Fuzzy? Nevermind! James: JESSE THE FUCK!?

Jesse pulled me out of the bed almost dragging me above my desk

Jesse: OK Close your eyes! James: Jesse your hand is in my face. How am I supposed to look anyway? Jesse: Ugh just….just go along pleaaaase James: Fine, eyes are shut. Jesse: *crack* TADAAA

Jesse pop a party popper vire inches above my head while proudly removing the blanket that has been covert up the wall all the time.

Jesse: AH! AH? What do you say??? James: This is. WOW! Oh my god Jesse you are a goddess!!! Jesse: I know, I’m awesome. But damn I’m so proud of myself right now James: You deserve that though.

I wasn’t kidding. Jesse has drawn the most amazing design I could have ever dreamed onto that wall. Shapes of lines and squares meet pastel colours. They even added the ivy I had above as well as the lights on the rope. This is just a dream. Now that that’s finished too, we have even more time to prepare for tonight's night out. That’s right, as a thank you for simply being, I looked up any clubs around town. And let me tell you, this city has a lot of clubs and pubs. But celebrating Jesse, I wanted it to be way over top. Luckily I found one called “Beast and Prey”. I know, the name suggests more of a dungeon but based on the dosent people giving over five star ratings I just assumed it is a regular club. Apart from that, the club is really fancy. Apparently it is a massive building, since it used to be some sort of theatre back in the days. Just reopened this summer, it has been modified into a club. Multiple bars and stages spread around four floors with music for everyone. They even have chill rooms in case you can't deal with too much social stuff. This just sounds perfect. I may or may not have a problem with the tickets but that’s what I have my friends for. Well, in terms of money it’s more Lucia but who’s asking. 

Discord conversation 

@Fallen_Jam Today at 11.34am

Ciao Lucia     I have a favour to ask you. 

@fantascìa Today at 11.46am

     Ehehe ciao caro, tutto bene? Ti piace Brighton? Haha sure what is it?

@Fallen_Jam Today at 11.46am

     Sì certo certo! Brighton è perfetto grazi So I don’t know if I’ve mentioned that before but Jesse came round to help me with the move and all. As a thankyou I wanted to take them to the Beast and Prey annnd…

@fantascìa Today at 11.50am

     And you thought I’d be able to get you two in?

@Fallen_Jam Today at 11.52am 

     Only if you’re able to! I mean, you’re hot so ehm.

@fantascìa Today at 11.54am

     First, thanks, I know. Second, You just became the tenth male person that reduced me to that.

@Fallen_Jam Today at 11.54am 

     OMG I DIDN'T, NO THAT IS NOT WHAT I MEANT BY THAT!!! 

@Fallen_Jam Today at 11.55am 

     LUCIA?!?!

@fantascìa Today at 11.55am

     OMG calm you A. I was just joking, I know how you mean it. Well, there is one thing tho, that you may haven’t thought about. I’m only able to get you in if, well I am with you. Otherwise the bouncer wouldn’t. Trust me, I tried before.

@Fallen_Jam Today at 11.55am 

     How about a really unfair trade? You can party with us with your money? Doesn't that sounds awesome! I bet you and Jesse would go well together, they are like you.

@fantascìa Today at 11.57am

     Bene! Send me the adresse and time and I’ll be at your place. GTG TTYL ciaooo!!!

Perfect. Now to overthrow Jesse. Originally I planned on just showing them the tickets but since Lucia will be at my door I might as well turn her into the ticket. So in the meantime, I got around five hours to get Jesse and me club ready without telling them  that we are going to a club. After all it is meant as a surprise. I convinced them to get into the city to get lunch and then just shop a bit, which they willingly agreed to. We went to a small and shady Italian restaurant. Both of us had a plate of pasta that was enormous, despite how cheap it was. It wasn’t the best I’ve eaten but it wasn’t the worst either. 

After lunch we just walked around the city. Of course I pushed Jesse into some clothes stores before I had the best idea ever. I started a game, where I let Jesse get us two fancy party outfits for tonight. But plot twist, I said it’s a party at my place. Unsurprisingly, Jesse agreed. So for the next two hours we were jumping around stores hunting down awesome fits for the club. We got back home around five in the eve, enough time to get ourselves ready for the party.I wrote Lucia to arrive around six thirteen so we have enough time to get there. Apparently Lucia has some golden ticket, which makes her some sort of supreme. Meaning we don’t really need tickets to get in, only Lucia. While I waited for Lucia, Jesse and I got dressed in our outfits. Luckily, today the Beast and Prey did not have a specific theme. Usually that’s their thing but today it is just a casual club. 

Jesse: You know, that was an awesome Idea! Getting dressed all fancy for no specific reason is just the best let me tell you. James: Yeah, definitely! Jesse: It’s almost a shame that no one can see us. James: Yeah, I mean Sarah can though. Jesse: Haha. Love the spirit but I don’t think that’s really Sarah Style. James: Okay yeah that is fair haha Jesse: You know what? I might make use of that one while I’m here. I think today is the best day for it. James: What do you mean?

I’ve regret anything. The moment I asked they grabbed deep in their bag and pulled out something shining, something magical, something…oh no.

James: OH FUCK OFF Jesse: Tada. A golden ticket for the local best club. James? Are you good?

You’ve got to be kidding me they got one too? I just stood jaw dropped in front of Jesse staring at the ticket I planned for this entire day. I noticed a ringing in my ear, caused by the doorbell that went off just a view seconds ago. That must have been Lucia. Normally I would rush down to open the door for her but I couldn’t. Sarah opened the door and Lucia went up to my room.

Lucia: LETS FUCKING PAR-ty? Wow. Did someone die or? Jesse: I think I killed James

They did kill me.