#quickly sorting all pics in order:

[kathinkapng]

Since I am also absolutely normal about these two.... You&Me Doodle-Dump!!!

[nereidprinc3ss]

bambi

in which spencer reid and fem!reader fuck like they missed each other (because they always do) and he teases her for her shaky legs

18+ (smut) warnings/tags: softdom spencer, piv sex (riding, a first for nereidprinc3ss) /oral f receiving (in that order) mentions of him accidentally grabbing her hips too hard, slight somno SORT OF like he starts going down on her while she’s sleepy and then she kind of goes in and out but its all consensual, sorry haters i fucking love sleepy sex and I always will, teasing, lots of praise, fluffy, established relationship, he loves her badddd, aftercare, literally nothing bad happens no angst for once they just are having sex cause they are in love which is arguably the most superior kind of sex! a/n: I don’t think I’ve ever written smut that is so wham bam thank you ma’am like really we just get RIGHT into it!! also no gif no pics we r going old nereidprinc3ss on this one I hope you loveeee!!!

You roll over onto Spencer and kiss once, long and deep and sweet. He hums into it, too whipped to pretend like he’s got self control or respect, hands finding the soft skin of your bare waist and settling there. 

How it got to this point so quickly, no more than fifteen minutes after he walked through the door, you can’t say. Usually the two of you are a bit more domestic when he gets home from a case, but eight days is a long time to be apart, and the trail of clothing leading from the welcome mat to the foot of the bed attests to that. 

So does the lack of teasing, of begging—at least, a lack up until this point. Right now, there’s only him, patient and content to let you play at being in charge. You pull back and reach down to grab him gently, aligning him at your entrance with a trembling hand. This part, you’re not usually responsible for. 

He assures you with a hand to the small of your back, rubbing soothing circles. “You got it. Slowly.”

You do as he says, brow furrowing in focus as you sink down an inch or two onto him. Spencer’s breathing grows erratic as you take more and more of him, and in a heroic display of overachieving, you take the rest of him at once with nothing but a squeak. He laughs breathily as his fingers dig into your hips. 

“Fuck—I said slow.”

You can’t think. The overwhelm of it all is too much as you crumple forward onto his chest. The subtle rocking you’re doing to try and alleviate some of the pressure in your core is apparently too much as he stops you by the hips, fingers pressing into those same tender spots.

Spencer’s breath is ragged. “Don’t… do not move.”

“Fuck,” you breathe into his shoulder, long and drawn out as despite his wishes you wriggle around, trying to get comfortable. “Oh my god.”

“My lovely girl, please… please don’t move,” Spencer gasps, a plead, and you try to stop for him, nuzzling even deeper against his neck. “I need a minute.”

“It’s too much,” you slur, dizzy as you try to adjust to the feeling. “Please.” You don’t know what you’re asking for. Maybe relief from the sensation that he can’t offer you. Maybe more. 

Spencer is undone by you—the way you writhe on top of him, the way your voice shakes, the way you’re so totally and completely overwhelmed and he can feel it and he loves it. 

“Baby,” he breathes, and he meant to say a lot more than that, but it’s the best he can manage when he is this overstimulated. “Baby,” he whispers again, wrapping his arms around you in an effort to ground you, to give you something else to focus on as you both get used to the feeling. 

It’s going well—for a moment, before your back is arching. 

“Spence, I need to move, I can’t—”

“Okay, okay.” He takes a deep breath, returning his hands to your waist and mentally preparing himself not to cum early. He’s desperate to give you want you want, to feel you like this. “Go ahead. Move, honey. Please.”

By the time you slowly lift your hips up and drop back down with a low cry, Spencer’s lost. His head falls back against the pillow and his eyes squeeze shut. 

“Fuck,” he groans. “Oh, angel, I missed you.”

You do it again, motivated by his praise, and he can hear your little gasps and desperate gulps of air. 

“I missed you so much,” you whine and clench around him, pleasure so intense it’s a resounding ache in the far reaches of your body. “Oh, fuck, Spencer.”

Spencer shivers. He loves when you make it personal, when you say his name like that and it becomes clear this isn’t just about the physical.

“My girl. Just like that. Doing so well, baby, just like that.”

Each pass of your hips has you whining. Your lips skim over his neck, not cognizant enough to actually kiss—only to know that you want the contact. 

“Please can I go faster?”

Spencer almost doesn’t realize you’re speaking to him he’s so lost in pleasure. The idea of faster is as compelling as it is troublesome. Spencer doesn’t know if he can’t take faster, not when he has you like this, but he certainly wants to find out. 

“Yeah, lovely. Do whatever feels good.”

You readjust and begin to pick up the pace, stumbling over a few false starts as it’s clearly more sensation than you’d been prepared for. 

Spencer, on the other hand, has his eyes screwed shut tight, and is attempting to draw a two-dimensional Császár polyhedron on your back, but he loses his place with every twitch of your hips, so eventually he decides to trace imperfect Mandelbrots down your spine—anything to avoid thinking about how the pH of your body interacts with sweet vanilla perfume to create a scent so deeply intoxicating he’d leave his entire life behind just to trail after it, or how you fucking feel against him, on top of him, around him, how miraculous it is that you keep letting him touch you—

“Oh—” you whine quietly, a strangled sort of noise that has his heart skipping. Your hand tangles desperately in his hair as you rock your hips faster and faster and he lets out a tortured groan. “Spencer, oh my fucking god.”

“I know, baby,” he manages, endeared by the fact that you feel so good you have to share it with him. Even now you’re trying to explain it because you want him to be part of it—as if he doesn’t know exactly what you’re feeling already. “That feels good, huh?”

“Mm—f—eels—” you cut yourself off with a cry into the crook of his neck, and he holds the back of your head, vision greying as he stares unseeing at the ceiling because if he looks down this’ll be over too soon. 

“You’re so good,” he breathes, “you’re perfect.”He hears you gasp at the same time as your rhythm falters, and presses a kiss somewhere indiscriminately on your head. “Gonna cum?” He murmurs in your ear, and you nod desperately, rutting against him hopelessly as your thighs tremble from exertion. 

Even the smallest drop-off in friction has his head spinning like he stood up too quickly, so he gives himself enough leverage to start fucking you. You cry out and shift your weight like you’re going to try and evade the feeling—self-sabotage, you always do this—and he again has to hold your hips in an iron vice, just to force you to feel it. 

“You’re okay, I’m gonna get you there.”

“Fuck!” You very nearly yell, still trying to wriggle away up until the very last second like the tide going out before the tsunami comes. When you do cum, your demeanor instantly changes—you get heavy and clingy and whiny as you rock back and forth through your orgasm. 

“Good girl,” Spencer murmurs, being careful in the way he continues to fuck you until he reaches his peak as well, not long after. You shudder, and Spencer feels the way your entire body tenses the way it sometimes does after a particularly strong orgasm, and he fights his way out of the brain fog to rub your back with the skimming tips of his fingers. “Shh. You’re okay. Relax, baby.”

And you do, unwound by the dance of his hand and with a few shallow breaths that gradually deepen, until you’re once more slack on top of him. 

“You’re incredible,” he exhales, with his lips pressed to your hairline. 

So clearly overwhelmed, the only response you can muster is a soft squeak. Spencer laughs fondly, still mapping the soft curve of your back. He feels the way you’re still attempting to train your breathing and kisses your hair again. “What do you need, angel?”

“I’m s’posed to be taking care of you,” you slur. Spencer chuckles again and his brow knits. 

“According to who?”

“According to… I was on top…”

“Yeah. You did all the hard stuff. Your legs are shaking.”

You whine softly. “No they’re not.”

His hand slides down to your thigh, and he rubs the trembling muscles. 

“No? No Bambi legs for me this time?”

You squeeze them around his waist like you could shrink away from his touch. “Spence…”

“I’m teasing you, honey,” he murmurs, pressing kisses wherever he can reach. “You’re cute.”

“Hm.”

“Look at me,” he murmurs, angling his head expectantly as you slowly raise yours. The look on your face is so sweet—eyes half lidded, lips swollen and much higher in color than usual. Your cheek is warm to the touch. His heart flutters like it did on your first date, and the first time he kissed you, and the first time you fell asleep on his shoulder. This view will never get old. “Wow. Look at you, beautiful girl. Can I have a kiss?”

And you grant him his wish, with a long, soft kiss that’s worth every second of that burning feeling in his lungs, every time. 

Eventually you huff out the remainder of your air against his well-kissed lips and your head flops to his chest. 

“I’m sleepy.”

“So go to sleep,” he murmurs, so warm from your kiss he feels nothing could be wrong in the world at this moment. 

“I can’t.”

“Why’s that?”

“’Cause you just got home ’nd I missed you and I wanna spend time with you.”

“We have three days to spend together. If you go to sleep now, we’ll actually get more time together tomorrow.”

“But it’s more about, like, how it feels—how much time it feels like we spend together right when you get home, and if I go to sleep now, it’s gonna feel like less time, and—basically you’re just not understanding my math.”

“What math?” He laughs, continuing to rub your legs all the way up to your hips, at which point you hiss and buck—a very visceral feeling when he’s still inside of you. “What? What hurts?”

“You tried to fucking tear my hip flexors from my body, is what hurts,” you grumble. 

“Tender?”

“Mhm.”

“I’m really sorry, angel. Tylenol?”

“Mm-mm. Can you kiss me better?” Sleep stains your voice. Spencer smiles to himself. 

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

“Lie down.”

Again you whine as you slip off of him, landing heavily on your back. He sits up, watches with so much affection the way you squeeze your thighs together and arch ever so slightly against the empty feeling. 

“Spencer?” You whisper as he cups the top of your knees. 

“Hm?”

“I love you.”

He pushes your legs apart gently so he can settle in between them and kisses you again. “I love you. So much.”

“Glad we’re on the same page.”

He presses a kiss to your head, down your neck, taking the scenic route to your hip bones, but you don’t seem to mind. 

The feeling of his lips gentle on the tender flesh has you humming softly, eyes fluttering shut as he showers you with gentle kisses. His traces every place his fingers had pressed earlier—feels the way you relax further underneath him. Nobody’s ever let him in this deeply before, but you trust him with everything you have; your body, your soul, in life or death, awake and in sleep. He’ll never take that for granted. He will never pass on an opportunity like this, to be the one who takes care of you, who puts you back together, as long as you’ll let him. 

Still dancing the line of consciousness, you part your legs, the slow drag of your bare thigh like a jumper cable to his heart. Fingertips trace desirous paths up your inner thigh and back down again. He recognizes this invitation for what it is, and he knows exactly how to give you what you want, but he asks first anyway. 

“Was that on purpose?”

“I d’know what you mean. I’m so sleepy,” you slur, and he believes the second half of your statement to be fact. 

Spencer pushes your thigh a little higher, and you’re completely pliable for him, completely gorgeous. As soon as he skims your thigh with a barely-there kiss, exactly the way you like, you’re lacing a hand in his hair. 

“Please, Spence…” you murmur, and he can’t argue with that. He especially can’t argue when you widen your legs just that slightest bit more, and your arousal is opalescent between your legs. 

He hums, trailing more kisses up until he’s setting the softest one yet against your clit. “Beautiful girl…”

The following gasp is so tiny he could’ve missed it if he wasn’t so attuned to your noises—and then he gets lost in you, making sure to keep his ministrations light as you already came twice recently and are sure to be sensitive. He doesn’t want to wake you from whatever twilight half-slumber trance you’re in, either, sensing that if he does you’ll fight all over again to stay up.

And admittedly, he adores being trusted to take care of you like this.

Your back arches as much as you’re capable of in this state, and he can’t help the way he just barely suctions onto you at that moment, coaxing a sighing moan so sweet and vulnerable and open it gives him chills. Fuck. He really wants to make you cum. But instead he practices patience, tracing you with the tip of his tongue, pressing gentle kisses everywhere you need them—he draws it out. For he doesn’t know how long. 

The first time you get close, your hips begin to roll, and you spout little ah’s, but he talks you back down again, laughing lightly at your angelic cooing, your little sounds of sleepy pleasure. Even now you’re so responsive, moving against his mouth as he slips a finger into your soaked entrance, fucks you for a moment, and then retreats. Maybe he’s being unfair, but you don’t seem to mind. 

In fact, you’re slipping in and out of sleep as he devours you for what feels like hours, one hand pressed lovingly to your stomach, stroking the soft skin there. Spencer’s never had this long to explore you with his mouth and he takes full advantage of every moment, but he keeps all his kisses and licks and touches gentle and reverent and so loving. 

You don’t know how long it’s been, or how many times he’s made you cum when he finally retreats—you half-wake just as he’s finishing cleaning you up. Soon he tosses the towel aside and presses feather-light kisses to each of your cheeks, tear-stained and warm with pleasure. You feel completely drained and completely loved. 

“Hi, sleeping beauty,” he murmurs, climbing into bed with you, at some point having gotten dressed. 

You manage an embarrassed little laugh. More tears crawl down your cheeks as you roll to your side. Spencer brushes them away and pulls you into him, slinging your thigh over his waist. He chuckles. 

“Shaky?”

“Stop,” you whine, embarrassed by his teasing, and hide your face against his chest. “That’s not my fault.”

“It’s nobody’s fault. It’s sweet,” he insists as he rubs your back. And then, a moment later, “So—do you think we’ve spent enough time together for tonight?”

“No.”

He sighs good-naturedly. 

“You’re gonna wear me out, you know that?”

“’F you… can’t handle the heat… get outta the kitchen.”

When he next speaks you can hear the smile in his voice. 

“Go to sleep, Bambi. Let’s see if you can walk in the morning.”

[sturnioz]

fan!reader runs into someone a little familiar.

part two to ꒰ THIS ꒱ but it can be read as a standalone. and thank you @cvnntagious for the pic of chris !

you hadn't spoken to chris in almost a week.

you dmed him after your girls night—finally alone, sprawled across the blankets in the comfort of your own bedroom—letting him know you had watched his video and what you had thought. you had even sent him a picture of the aftermath, your face hot as you hit send, imagining his reaction.

but he didn't respond.

he didn't even read it—that little 'delivered' tag sat there, mocking you every time you opened the app.

you wanted to be annoyed, maybe angry or hurt, but deep down.. you knew you didn't have the right.

chris didn't owe you anything. he didn't know you—not really. you weren't friends, he hadn't seen what you looked like, and on top of that, he is a popular guy, probably busy with a million different things.

you told yourself this, over and over and over again, but it didn't stop the familiar knot of disappointment from tightening in your chest each time you checked your dms.

"would to stop checking your phone?" kaia says, her voice sharp enough to cut through the noise of the restaurant, elbowing your side as you step through the doorway, catching you off guard. "seriously. what's got you glued to it tonight?"

"it's just my mom," you lie easily, slipping your phone into your purse as you offer a tight-lipped smile. "talking about some family plans, that's all."

kaia arches a brow, her gaze lingering on you for a moment too long, the way they always do when she's trying to figure you out. you already know she doesn't fully buy it, but before she can dig any deeper, megan chimes in, saving you from a further interrogation.

"i'm sure the plans can wait for one night.." megan says lightly, pushing her glasses up her nose as she leads the way, weaving through tables toward one tucked in the back corner.

you follow them both quietly, your heels clicking softly against the floor as the hum of chatter and clinking glasses fills the space around you, pretending not to notice the look kaia throws you as she slides into the booth while you smooth the hem of your skirt as you sit down.

megan is already scanning the menu, oblivious—or pretending to be—while kaia picks up hers, leaving you a moment to quickly glance at your purse where your phone is tucked away, the faint buzz of anxiety still lingering in your chest.

you try to shake it off. it's not like checking your phone every five seconds is going to make him reply any faster... or at all.

once ordering, you try your best to push the nagging thoughts at the back of your mind as you include yourself in conversations, genuinely smiling and laughing. it feels good, even if it's a bit forced at first. kaia, thankfully seems to forget her earlier suspicions—her eyes lighting up as she excitedly tells you both about a new job offer, which you immediately raise your glass for a toast with a wide congratulatory grin.

but the grin slowly falters on your face, inch by inch, as your eyes drift over kaia's shoulder. you blink repeatedly, trying to refocus, but the sight in front of you still doesn't change.

maybe you're imagining things. maybe your brain is playing tricks on you. maybe you've had too much to drink already—which is sort of impossibly considering you've hardly sipped your wine.

because there is no way,

in this massive city,

in this random restaurant,

that you're staring right at chris.

he's walking in through the front entrance, that signature grin is spread wide across his face, the kind you've seen a hundred times in videos, the kind that makes his eyes crinkle at the corners.

your heart thrums as you watch him greet a waiter near the entrance; not with a polite nod or handshake, but a warm, familiar hug that pulls a genuine laugh from the both of them—the waiter patting his back like they've known each other forever, and chris seems completely at east, like he belongs here.

you blink again, your fingers tightening around the stem of your glass. you try—you really try—to tear your gaze away, only for your eyes to betray you, snapping back to him the second you hear his voice.

you've heard that voice countless times before; in the videos he posts, in videos and audios he sends you. but this is different. it's so casual and natural. it's just... him.

you chest tightens, and your mind begins to spiral as questions start to repeat in your head. why is he here? does he live nearby? are you dreaming? is this even real?

you breath hitches, and before you can think, you're already moving, pushing your chair back abruptly as you excuse yourself from the table. you keep your head down, eyes fixed on the ground as you slip past tables and crowds, ducking into the hallway that leads to the restrooms.

only when the door swings shut behind you, you finally exhale, pressing your back against the cool tile wall as your hands tremble, clutching your purse to your chest.

you're not entirely sure why you rushed off like that. maybe it's the fucking absurdity of the situation. or maybe it's the dread of being recognised by him (even though he literally has no idea what you look like... at least above the chest).

you decide to splash some water on your face, the coolness immediately soothing the heat in your cheeks, and you take your time carefully dabbing away the excess water with a paper towel.

straightening up, you let out a slow, deep breath in an attempt to steady your nerves before you turn and push the restroom door open.

but the moment you step out, you falter.

he's right fucking there, standing just a few feet away outside the men's restroom, his head tilted down as he scrolls through his phone, the other hand casually tucked into the pocket of his jeans.

you're staring. you know you are, but you can't stop. it's like your body refuses to listen despite you telling it to move, your feet rooted to the spot as your wide eyes take in every detail of him.

he looks just like he does in his videos, yet somehow... more.

the sharpness of his jawline, the way his tousled hair falls slightly over his forehead, the faintest scruff along his chin for not shaving in a few days—it leaves you completely struck.

he's not just a face on a screen that you rub one out to anymore; he's here, standing right in front of you, living and breathing in the same space. you feel like a creep gawking at him like this, and the realisation only makes your embarrassment worse.

your mind continues to scream at you to do something—move, look away, fucking anything—but you're paralyzed.

he's still scrolling, oblivious to your presence, and for a fleeting moment, you wonder what he's looking at. a message from someone? a dm from another fan? the thought stings more than it ever should, but you shove it down, focussing instead on the steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathes.

your stomach twists into knots, and your palms grow clammy as you fight the urge to turn and bolt back into the restroom. but it feels too late, because in the next moment, chris lifts his head, his gaze landing squarely on you.

he doesn't say anything, and neither do you. but then, he gives you a warm, easy smile—the kind you'd offer to a stranger in passing. it's polite, friendly, but so distant. like he doesn't know you... and he doesn't.

you don't like this feeling—this strange, hallow ache of knowing him while he doesn't even know you. after weeks of back-and-forth dming, sending each other explicit texts and videos that felt a little too real, you had foolishly let yourself believe that you weren't just another face hidden behind a screen.

worse of all, you can't really tell him. you can't just blurt out that you're the girl he's been talking to... or, more accurately, one of them, if there are more.

you part your lips, a simple 'hello' sitting heavily on your tongue, ready to break the tension of this god awful and awkwardly silent staring contest, but the sound of the men's restroom door swings open, making you flinch in surprise.

two figures step out, and for a moment, you think your brain must be short-circuiting. you must be going fucking crazy...

because they're him; the same face, the same sharp jawline, just with different hairstyles.

your eyes dart between the three of them, your mind struggling to process what the hell you're seeing while chris doesn't bat an eye at the two join him.

you blink, stunned, quiet. you can't do shit.

you don't have time to fully process it before the three of them start moving, chris slipping his phone into his back pocket as the group makes their way toward the front of the restaurant.

you stand frozen, still rooted to the spot as they walk without so much a second glance, the knot tightening in your stomach even more as you watch the door swing shut behind them, the quiet jingle of the bell signalling them leaving.

and just like that, he's gone.

© STURNIOZ

[luvlyycy]

a/n — hiiii , >< . the bed pic is YOUR bedroom fyi. also, this is a cheating fic cus reader has a bf (toji) n yknow blahblahblah blah. 'n kuna smokes. (its bad for your lungs, i dont even smoke lol) also kuna is bi curious lmao. chubby reader !!!!

♡ ──╮꒰ Summary ! ꒱ , , , Your boyfriend bugs Sukuna. It isn't the fact that he dislikes Toji, he actually really (reallllyyyyy) likes him— but it's the fact that he's fucking you and Sukuna isn't.

He thinks it's been around five years since Toji had been his roommate, not bothering to actually pinpoint the years. He tolerates Toji, and by that I mean, they are really good friends. They'll smoke together whenever the chance arises— maybe go out for a drink as well. Sukuna really liked the guy, seriously. Although, there was one thing about him that really ticked him off.

Toji was a whore.

That's not said lightly, I mean fuck, the guy already got a kid. Every single fucking night there was some curvy hyper-feminine bimbo latched onto his roommate's arm. He would always hear the stupid fucking moaning, or cringe-worthy screams of a girl who watched way too much porn. That's not to say Sukuna didn't get his fuck on every now and then, but Toji was on another level. He's shocked his dick hasn't broke. He started to notice that there was one girl in particular who showed up more than the others, sometimes multiple times in a row.

Pretty girl, he thought, she doesn't moan like the others, not over dramatic, dresses cute, likes pink- you were really his type. Eventually during one of the smoke sessions between him and Toji, he brought it up.

"So," Sukuna started, sliding a hand through his hair as he sniffed, "you datin' that new bitch?" he chuckled out as he turned to his black-haired buddy who was taking a quick hit from the blunt before turning his head.

"Yeah, think so. Girl said she love me." he lets out a soft 'tch' noise in amusement, smoke exiting out from his mouth as he did so. He handed the bud over, watching how Sukuna's lips curled upward-

"She's pretty. Like, real cute type shit." he laughs as he grabs the blunt from Toji, placing it in his mouth and taking a short breath in, blowing out smoke afterwards.

"Her pussy's good too."

"Ah?" Sukuna let out, leaning his head back against the couch, his mind unfortunately wandering. Was it really? You probably have a tight pussy, maybe creamy. You'd look cute squirting. He smiles to himself before quickly frowning. He's only seen you in passing, he doesn't even know your name. The only words exchanged between the two of you were hello's and bye's.

'ding!'

Toji looks at his phone, seemingly reading a message, "Speak of the devil," he starts, causing Sukuna to glance over, "she wants me to come over for dinner. Said I could bring ya. You tryna come?"

He takes a moment, thinking before his mouth spoke before he could think, "Sure.".

That's how it started, seeming to be a routine of some sort, you would either cook or order dinner and invite them both over for movies- but, Sukuna had couch duty. Every night he would watch you cutely drag Toji to your bed room, sparkling lights catching his eyes for just a mere second before the door shut and your giggling died out. Like clockwork, he'd think, you would start moaning, squealing, whining, whimpering- it drove him crazy. Unlike the other girls Toji was into, you seemed to actually have a brain, seemed to actually register that your real moaning was fucking magnificent. He would be able to hear your soft sobs, 'what if we wake s'kuna?' , slurring over your words.

That would be the only time you said his name, the rest would be Toji. Some nights he would find himself pathetically pawing at his cock in his pants, it fucking hurts to be this hard, he thinks.

"Look at ya, creaming all over my cock. Ya like that? Yeah?"

Sukuna shut his eyes, pulling his pants down just below his heavy aching balls, grunting as he grabs hold of his throbbing dick.

"Mhhh, fuuuck— yes, yes, fucking love it. Oh godd."

You sounded so breathless, in such bliss. He moves his hand up and down, stroking his length as he pictured he was the one making you sound like that- he was the one making you cream on his cock. He let your name slip pass his pierced lips, as he circles his fist to match the pace he heard. Hard, fast, and rough.

"G'nna cum.." he mumbles, hearing a soft 'me too' from behind your door, he matches the routine by painting his abdomen white, muscles tense as he slams his head against the couch.

Fuck my life, he thinks.

Those nights were more often then not, but he wouldn't pay it any mind- in his eyes he were a measly cuck. That word hanging over him like a L on his forehead.

He's memorized your place by now, typically staying in the kitchen or living room— the kitchen happens to be his favorite. Even though sometimes you cook, you usually make him do it, saying when he's high he makes better food. It's cute 'n all, but it pulls at his heart— you like eating his food. He'll watch you eat his food, your cute eyes bright as you chomp, squishy cheeks full of food he made.

Stupid, he thinks as he sits beside Toji, blunt between his fingers as he stares at the ceiling— the ceiling is white, it accompanies your light pink decor.

"You look fucked." he hears Toji laugh out beside him, his eyes are half-lidded and he has a lopsided grin on his mouth per usual— scar on his lip stretching.

"Yeah?" Sukuna hazily replies moving his hand over to the other male's, passing the blunt. Toji fully grins, watching as Sukuna's eyes follow his tongue when he licks his lips, "Yeah.".

Sukuna watches as Toji places the blunt in his mouth, still looking at his so-called buddy, he sucks in a breath— taking his time to let out a quick groan as he does so.

Sukuna places his fingers subtly on Toji's bicep, pupils blown out— "You're fucking hot." .

Toji snickers, holding in smoke before grabbing Sukuna's cheek, he opens his mouth and lets the smoke roll out before chuckling afterward— Sukuna breathes in the smoke through his nose, eyes fluttering shut before opening when Toji releases him.

Toji stretches his arms out in front of him, " 'ight , let's clean this shit up 'fore she get back 'n whoop my ass." he turns his head towards the dazed man beside him, grinning again.

"Yeah, let's do that."

He doesn't know what the fuck is wrong with him. Is it Toji or you? He didn't even know he liked Toji like that— he was just high. Yeah, just high. He spends time cleaning up all the bud and freshening up the place before you get back, and when you do Toji kisses you on your glossy plump lips that Sukuna wish he could kiss too.

" Mind stayin' wit Sukuna for the day, baby?" he says, placing his hands on your waist— thumbs massaging your skin. "Why? Where you off to?" you frown as you hold your shopping bags at your side, squinting at your boyfriend.

"G'nna workout, relax." he laughs as he turns to Sukuna, who's seemingly beginning to sober up— you glance at him too, smiling as you look up at Toji, "Okay, don't be long alright? Or I'm whoopin' yo ass." you giggle, placing a chaste kiss to Toji, muttering 'love you' against his lips before he says it too.

You hop over to your couch, sitting down with a soft 'unf' before setting your bag in your lap as Toji gets ready to leave. Sukuna looks at you, silent— he's quietly taking in your beauty, your skirt leaving your thighs exposed, pretty pink nails holding onto your bag.

"Hey," you start.

"Ah??" he replies.

"Can you hold my bag for a sec? Bein' all dolled up is tirin'." you stifle a small giggle as you hold out your bag towards the man beside you, fingers adorned with silver rings grab onto the bag.

After you get up, it takes you a few minutes to unwind and get undressed— during that, Sukuna stares at the bag that you previously had in your lap, which is now in his. Whatever's in it is soft, he pictures a plushy— maybe a cat? Girls like cats. He uses pointer-finger and thumb to spread the bag open, glancing in it.

He spots earrings, necklaces, and— ah a plushie, a cat. It's a tiger. He'd grin, sharp canines mocking the plushie's as he did so. He places two fingers on the small toy's cheeks, squishing— it is.. kind of cute.. he frowns. Squish, squish. Squish, squish. His lips curl into a small smile, continuing his antics until he's snapped out of it—

"You can have it if you want, Kuna." you giggle, hips swaying as you walk towards the couch, oversized t-shirt n some short shorts on as you sit.

He frowns pushing the bag off his lap and laying it atop the table, "Whatever.".

You and he were undoubtedly close friends, there would be times like this when Toji would leave and you and he would be alone. You were touchy but too overly— you would place your legs on his lap and he would hold your feet, hand resting on your knee. The cold metal of his rings tickling your skin— similar to now.

Sukuna glances at the bag of bud on the table, then at you— being high around you was better than being sober, he thought.

"You smoke?" he questioned, reaching for your pink tray, not that you ever used it. You only had it for him n Toji.

"Nah," you lifted one of your legs, hands playing with the hem of your shirt, "I like my lungs." you giggle. Sukuna lets out a soft huff in amusement, beginning to roll a blunt for himself.

You turn your head towards the television, a shitty reality show about dating on, merely as background noise.

"Why you let me 'n Toji smoke in your house then?" he questions, your head turning towards him— licking your lower lip as he licks the wrap for his blunt, a smirk on his lips.

" 'Cause he's my boyfriend 'n you kinda like his boytoy, I guess." you look away, used to having this sculpture-like being in your home, distracting yourself by watching the shitty show mentioned earlier.

Sukuna scoffed, after a small while he placed the tray down and lighted his blunt, taking a few tries before tossing the lighter onto the table.

"His boytoy, huh? Never thought about that shit." he wraps his left hand around your ankle and pulls, making you giggle. You scoot closer to him, the back of your thighs on his as your bum resting on the couch.

'ding!'

Sukuna glances over at his phone on the arm of the couch, huffing out smoke as he taps on the message from Toji, an image to be precise.

Toji was flexing in the mirror, a grin adorning his features as sweat stuck to his forehead, hair just a bit messier than usual. He had no shirt on, grey sweatpants dangerously low on his waist— captioned with, 'shoulda came with me .' .

He huffs for a moment, eyes lingering far too long on the image before shutting it off and tossing it on the table, moving his attention toward you noticing how you watched TV with no interest.

He swaps hands, blunt now in his left— right hand grazing our cranium, fingers scratching at your scalp, "Wanna change the channel?" he asks as he does so. You let out a soft 'mnh', laying your head on his shoulder, scooting closer to his warmth.

Sukuna curses himself, how could he ever let Toji find you before he did? On the other hand, he's trying his hardest not to let his dick grow. Hyperaware of how you two are sitting, he glances down at your bare legs, then drags his gaze down to your ankles and right back up to your plump thighs. He fights the urge to fucking groan. He looks at your face, taking note of how your lips are almost touching his shirt— he wants to kiss you so bad.

He finds himself whispering your name, watching as your eyes flick up to meet his, seemingly sleepy.

"Yeah?"

If there had been an angel in his life it was you, he thinks as he turns his head away, taking a quick and small hit from the blunt fingers still rubbing at your scalp. He's at a loss for words— you pat his chest.

"What is it, Kuna?"

Fuck it.

He turns his head towards you, gripping the back of your cranium, he takes two moments to gauge your reactions— watching the way your mouth opens in a panic, then he kisses you.

You groan into his mouth as he just holds you there for a moment waiting to see if you'll reciprocate. It takes about a minute. He licks at your lips and you open them.

You fucking open your lips— for him.

He groans into your mouth as he begins to lick at every crevice in your mouth, tasting you. You whimper, before he pulls away, throwing his blunt onto the tray—

"Can we go to my room, Kuna? Ion like doin' it on my couch."

You've been fucked on the couch. Noted. He'd have to do that too.

"Lead the way." he huffs out, you press a small kiss against his lips before getting up, hand wrapped around his tattooed wrist— Sukuna follows you like a lost dog, managing to take his weed along with him.

You open the door to your room and he smiles at the sight of it— pink and white decorating your room as well as a light pink canopy hanging over your bed with dim yellow lights. You lead him towards your bed, plopping your butt on your soft bed as he stands over you— you lean backward, hands on the bed as you smile up at him.

Sukuna places a hand on your jaw, similar to the way Toji had done to him, before placing his lips on yours. You wrap your arms loosely around his neck, dragging him down with you as you lay your back down.

Sukuna pulls away to look at your pretty face, admiring the way your eyes flickered from his lips then to his eyes, he grins— "You want me t'fuck ya?" he latches his lips onto your neck, kissing and licking, making his way down your body.

"God, Kuna..." you huff, hands grabbing onto the bigger male's shoulders, watching as he places his blunt and the lighter from his pocket on the pink desk beside your bed.

He drags his hands up your shirt, fingers reaching for your breasts— he kneads the supple flesh before rubbing and pulling at your nipples, his face right in front of them. He groans as he takes your shirt off, finding it troublesome, he takes a moment to ogle your breasts— latching his mouth on your left nipple, using his other hand to squish your nipple.

You arch your back into him, hands pulling on his locks as you squirm— he feels similar to Toji you thought, but much more sloppy. He slobbers on your tits before moving down to your shorts, he hooks his arm around your waist, sitting on his knees.

He peels your shorts off, groaning when he sees you wearing no panties, and that you're fucking soaked. He throws the shorts somewhere around the room eyes still hooked to your soaking fat pussy practically just waiting for him. Sukuna wraps another arm around your waist and pulls your pussy up to his mouth, treating you as if you were a doll. He attempts to wrap his mouth around your entire mound, licking and sucking at your clit and dragging his fat tongue in and out of your cunt.

He groans as he licks up all your juices, listening to your moans and whimpers when he bumps his nose on your clit— licking on your pussy lips to ensure he gets all the juices. "F—uhh,ck. Kunaaa... kuna, 'm gonna cum—.. nnnnhh."

"Gh, fuck. Cum, I want you to cum all over my fuckin' face." he huffs, burying his face into your heat and rewarding himself with pornographic moans from your mouth as he shakes his head side to side, his spit dripping from your shiny pussy down to your ass. You let out a long whine, hands shaking as you try to grab onto anything to ground yourself— squirming to attempt to run away. His grip tightens around your waist as he rides out your orgasm, squirt dribbling out of you and onto his tongue.

He stuffs his mouth full of your cunt for a few more minutes before letting you go, laying you flat in front of him.

You look at him through lidded eyes, watching as he licks his lips and wipes his chin, leaning down to kiss you again— forcing you to taste yourself on his tongue.

"Was that good, baby?" he whispers into your mouth, lowering his hand to your pussy to rub at your swollen clit earning a hiss from you. "Fuck, kuna, it's too much. Can't take it..—"

Haven't even fucked her yet, he thinks, grinning similar to the tiger plush you both left in the living room. Sukuna leans backward, removing his black shirt and throwing it away, silver accessories adorning his skin. You stare at his chest, eyes traveling along his tattoos before you pull on his black jeans, "take 'em off?", you ask.

"Take 'em off? Ya sure? Ya sure your pretty lil pussy can even take my dick?"

You pout, hands wrapping around your breasts, "pleeasee?"

He snickers, unbuckling his black belt and pulling it through the loops, then removing his jeans along with his boxers.

You glance down at his cock, watching his throb— he was a little longer than Toji, not thicker but definitely longer.

"Don't say it ain't gonna fit 'cus I know it will." he places his hand flat on your stomach, his rings now warm from all the times he touched you. He rubs the tip of his swollen cock against your clit, bumping it— "Stop squirmin', movin' too damn much." he huffs, letting you lift your legs and wrap your hands around them, squishing your tummy n boobs in the process.

He feels the rolls of your stomach underneath his hand and he smiles— you feel and look so beautiful, he must be blessed to have you even showing your cunt to him— Toji probably felt the same.

He uses his thumb to spread open your sticky pussy lips, watching clear bubbles seep out of your hole— he lets out a moan at the sight, removing his hand from your tummy to grab his cock, rubbing the tip on your entrance. He pushes the tip of his dick inside of you, eyes hooked on the way your cunt sucks him in.

"Your pussy always feel this good?"

you whimper in response, feeling your cunt stretch around Sukuna's cock, heavy balls resting on the curve of your ass.

Sukuna pulls your body closer to him, leaning over you as he reaches toward the desk beside your bed, grabbing his blunt and lighter — he places the blunt between his lips, using his hand to cover his lighter, taking a few tries but he lights it. He grins as he holds the smoke in his mouth, putting the blunt out on your shirt on the bed before tossing it back on the desk.

He holds the smoke in his mouth, placing his hands on either side of your head as he slowly drives his cock into your cunt— causing you to suck in a sharp breath.

"feels.. s'good, kuna." you huff, feeling his cock splitting you open is intoxicating— the mushroom tip of his dick pushing at your cervix. He takes a second to groan, smoke coming out from his nose and blowing on your face. He pulls his hips back and thrusts back into your heat— grin spreading on his face.

It's like a dream, the way your pussy sucks in his cock— the way your sloppy fucking cunt doesn't wanna let go of him— fuck, it's enough to make a man cry. It takes him a few seconds before he begins pumping his cock into you, driving as deep as he physically can. He wraps his fingers into your hair, pulling your head back— blowing out the smoke onto your skin.

"Feel good, mama?—" he growls, sharp canines sinking into your neck, surely leaving a mark for Toji to see. You nod absent-mindedly, lifting your hips to match along with his thrusts— your juices dripping from your entrance and onto the bed. "Yeah?" he leans up to watch your fucked out expression, admiring the way fat tears prickled in the corners of your eyes— mouth wide open as you spew out incoherent babbles. It's cute, you're cute— making such a silly face due to the onslaught he's giving to your cunt.. what a sight.

He can feel your pussy convulse, feel it get tighter— twitching around his fat cock, "You cummin'?" .

You grip his shoulders, legs shaking as you try desperately to come down from your high— it doesn't take awhile before he's pulling another orgasm out of your sensitive cunt. He grabs onto the back of your thighs, pressing them against your chest to drive his cock deeper into you. It takes everything in him not to cum, especially when your squirt drenches him and trickles down his balls.

His jaw clenches as he wraps his arms around your legs, hands resting on your cheeks, rings cold again.

" Mhh, I'm gonna cum in this slutty pussy." he snickers when he feels you're nearly loose pussy tighten around him, babbles of 'no's' or 'toji's gnna find out' exit your cute swollen lips. He doesn't care if Toji finds out. It doesn't bother him at all— not when the thought of Toji fucking his cum into you crosses his mind. Toji cumming in the same pussy that holds his spunk? Sounds like heaven in his mind.

"Da— nnnfg, fuck, daddy—"

He grins. You're so fucked stupid, you don't even register what you're saying.

"Huh, what is it, sweetie? Ngh, what do you want— fuuh, ck. Whaddya want from daddy?" he slows his hips, pressing his lips on yours in a soft kiss.

"You want daddy's cum?—" he scoffed, leaning down to press multiple kisses on your face as he fucks into you slowly— in an attempt to prolong his oncoming climax. You nod, hands now pressed against Sukuna's hard body leaving angry red marks in their wake.

"Words."

"Yes !!"

"I'll give it to ya then, mama. Fuck a baby into this cheating pussy." he babbles, picking up the pace— cock bullying your pussy, the fat mushroom tip poking into your cervix almost painfully. It doesn't take a while until he feels himself about to cum, letting out quick breathy groans.

"Kiss me." he groans out, you whine as you press your drool-laced lips on his, his snakebite piercings poking your lips as you kiss him— your tongues tangling together merely just licking against each other's, mouths open.

He whines for a second before moaning into your mouth, pressing his cock into you.

One, two, three, four— until he's emptying his heavy balls inside of you, spraying his seed everywhere. "Oh fuck, oh fuck," he repeats, still mindlessly humping into you until his cock goes flaccid, it doesn't register to him that you came as well.

You both stay there for a while, your legs sore as he still holds you in position, evidently folding you. He breathes slowly as he presses his forehead against yours, using his thumb to wipe tears away from your cheeks.

He stifles a whimper as he pulls out of you, the sudden emptiness making you wince— he lays beside you, leaning up against your pink wall, pink pillows against his back.

"Kuna??.."

"Huh?" he glances at your sleepy face, your eyes droopy as you attempt to get comfortable in your bed. Sukuna assists you by placing the blanket over your sore body.

"I'm sleepy." you giggle as Sukuna scrunches up his nose at you, using his hand to tickle your neck— "Sleep then." he stops as you just nod, still dazed by the sex you had earlier.

He watches as you snuggle up in your bed, laying your head on one of your many pillows. He looks for his phone, remembering he left it in the living room— he groans, getting out of the warm embrace of which was your bed. He pulls on his jeans, not bothering to button them up before exiting your room and entering the living room.

He spots his phone on the table where he must have thrown it, he bends over to grab it when he hears the door open and close— fuck. Sukuna gazes up to spot Toji walking through the door, sweaty. Black hair a mess as it sticks to his face, lips curling into a frown once he notices Sukuna without a shirt.

Sukuna stands up straight, stuffing his phone in his pocket before Toji can speak— big arms folded over, black compress shirt stretching over his muscles.

"Guess I'm late to the shit rockin' party." he huffs out, stepping closer to the male standing across from him. "Ya coulda asked me, asshole." he mumbles, one hand being pressed on Sukuna's chest forcefully.

It's strange, off-putting nearly. Toji didn't seem mad.

Sukuna stifled a chuckle, hand running through his hair, "Guess I couldn't wait." he responds, watching as Toji grins, scar enlarging.

"Lemme guess, she's asleep?"

Sukuna nods, hands now resting on his hips, eyes searching Toji's face for any discomfort— it feels as if he had been the one to cheat. Toji tilts his head to the side, stepping closer to the point where his chest had nearly hit Sukuna's.

"You up for another fuck?" large hands land on the other's waist, his thumb which had been painted pink by you rubbing circles into his skin.

"Although, you won't be the one doing the fucking." grin.

tags [ @cindol ] also, ty cinny for dealing with me while writing this stupid fucking novel. i added multiple tojikuna stuff for you too!! love u babezzz <3

do NOT repost or translate without my permission. this post belongs to @luvlyycy . plagiarism is illegal.

[yourcutelittlegayfriend]

LEMME TELL YOU SOMETHING! LEMME TELL YOU SOMETHING!!

*grabs your shirt and pulls you close*

DC/Batfamily x Witwicky! Reader x Transformers (Completely Platonic only)

where reader gets sent to Gotham when they're still a baby for their safety as a last resort (which is fckn crazy like cuz pick which one is worse Joker or Megatron) by their Witwicky relatives because of Optimus orders so they can distract the decepticons first and find them again when it's safe (Sam may or may not exist in this au).

First origin After that Reader grew up in an orphanage but became a prodigy because of their high IQ and fascinating inventions due to inheriting their -unknowingly- great great grandfather Archibald Amundsen Witwicky's intelligence (idk im just winging this) then becoming the youngest engineer/mechanic in the gotham (world idk) that caught the attention of Batman when they accidentally hacked the batcomputer something they kind of jokingly bet to their professor so they don't have to do their thesis but was peer pressured in the end.

Batcomputer : *Starts glitching*

Batfam: *slightly tensed but wants to figure out who's the insane dummy that tries to hack THE Batcomputer*

Screen:

Reader: Heeeeeyyyyy it's meeeeee a hard working college student that needs proof that I actually hacked your computer, so Imma just take a lil pic and we'll just go back to our regular programming okie? Okay! *takes a selfie with the whole ass batfamily in their screen*

Reader: Thanks Batman! keep up the good work now to destroy evidence of the crime scene (still on the screen) *Shuts their laptop and proceeds to throw it out the window after*

*Gets adopted by Bruce Wayne anyway because a 13 year old kid in college needs money -preferably in cash- support and a Billionaire with the history of adopting wacky kids wants them for funsies*

Reader : *sits in the batcave with the hacking video on repeat in the batcomputer, surrounded and outnumbered by the batfam* Fuuuucccckkkk

Or 2nd you were sent instead by Edmund Burton, Alfred was the best option to protect and take care of the last descendant of Merlin and youngest member of the Order of Witwiccans, you grew up under Bruce Wayne but used the last name Pennyworth as a disguise to hide your true lineage, you still end up becoming a prodigy and the sort of mechanic of the family (you literally 80-90% engineered and build the Batmobile and most of Batman's gadgets) you didn't end up becoming a vigilante/hero because you stive to be the normal one or The civilian member in the family, You're either a nephew/niece to Bruce or the living in Cousin to the kids, you bet your ass you're either partner in crimes with Tim/Barbara or you kept -humbly- beating their asses over being the smart ass in the family.

Tim: *Best at hacking, Tech and gadgetry, the more smart robin and on the line to become the Wayne inc CEO* I'm not bragging or anything.

(All robins are smart he's just abit on top)

Reader: *looks at their name in all of the blueprints of gadgets, weapons, suits, transportations, the batcomputer, the batmobile, the watchtower, the JL headquarters security/bldg and the upgraded batcave system* That's great Timmy! you really are the smartest! *side eye the stacked up and approved projects for Gotham Structural proposals as well as the contract papers for the new in line brand of Tech you're making and quickly hiding the shiny nameplate 'CEO of the most famous electronics brand' with your name engraved on it*

It can also be x Neglected Reader as well where any of the 2 is your origin but you barely get noticed by your family other than your inventions and because you really don't like being into the family business due to not having the physical advantage of literally punching someone in the face without breaking your hands first.

so you just exist and try to finish college and live away to find your other family/ Find Edmund or just travel the world.

Origins aside

The reason why you are so important is the location of the all spark that was supposed to be imprinted to Archie's glasses was transferred to his brain instead become wired inside and somehow passed down to you that's why Optimus needed you safe until they can send the Decepticons away and find you.

I can imagine it going down like this

The world was under a new threat either by Megatron, the decepticons, Unicorn or even The Quintessons no one yet knows other than J'onn J'onzz /Martian Manhunter and Hal or the whole Green Lantern Corps who were close or worked with the Autobots before were alerted by them to ask for help.

Optimus and the rest of the growing Autobots that were left in the planet as well as Edmund met up with the Justice League to have a discussion about the new threat and was surprised that they only need someone instead.

Batman: Why do you specifically need this someone?

Edmund: I have sent orders to the Witwicky family to send their child here in your city for their safety due to the facts they have the location of the all spark also being the last and youngest member of the Order of Witwiccans.

Zatanna: Wait The Witwiccans? the one Merlin founded?

Edmund: Precisely my dear but should also add that they are the last living descendant of Merlin

Constantine who drops his lit cigarette: Fuckin hell and here I thought that man died a virgin HA!

Superman: And what is the all spark?

Optimus Prime: The All spark is a very powerful and ancient artifact from our old planet Cybertron, it has been documented by our people that it has the essence of our creator Primus himself.

Justice League looks more concerned:

Batman: And what danger does it bring to earth?

Optimus and the rest file them in about the years of war between the Autobots and decepticons, the destruction of Cybertron, they're arrival to Earth and explaining why the All Spark must never land in the hands of someone like Megatron or anything one with evil intentions.

Superman: Then as a fellow Alien that has took refuge and promise to protect Earth, We will help you but you must promise not to endanger the life of this Witwicky kid.

Batman: Now the only problem we need to solve is their whereabouts.

Edmund: Oh don't bother with that I had Hot Rod and Bumblebee fetch them earlier this morning.

Cue in a racing expensive red Lamborghini and yellow Chevrolet Camaro before transforming in the air and lands with You in Bumblebee's hand.

Reader: Hi! I don't know what's happening I didn't do it if you think I'm the suspect, I won't tell you anything till I get my lawyer.

The rest are in shock to see tiny you while Edmund greets you and distracts you from the rest.

The batfam and the rest of the league looks at Batman for an explanation

The younger heroes and sidekicks are amaze when they got a proper introduction from who you are.

Not Neglected Reader part:

Batfam are more proud about you but a bit worried because of the large problem you now have to carry on your shoulders but is happy you got tons of literal giant robot aliens to protect you along with the other heroes.

Neglected Reader part:

Batfam are shock to know the real you and what amazing things you've been hiding from your family, not only are you this legendary person that can locate and has the power to use a life giving artifact you've also been hiding your true self from them as they watch you interact with the Autobots and how you become comfortable and be expressive to them, you might be small and just a kid to their eyes but to the Autobots it's like you're their world.

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THAT'S ALL I GOT FOLKS!

Tell me if ya like it I might make this after I finish or laid down NMC! this doesn't have to be Yandere btw

[sgiandubh]

She saw, she was first, she scored, homerun

Heh. But Marple only tells you what is convenient for her, right?

This time, I do not have the clip, like she does, simply because as I said, I could not be arsed to watch it. But a trusted friend did, all five hours of it (thank you, dear 😘😘😘😘) and sent me very decent screencaps of S + June Brunette at that tennis event. She sent them a couple of hours ago, while I was busy having a life and lunch, you know (I can prove it anytime, but will always protect my Circle of Trust). Sorry for the delay.

As you know, this blog does not believe that hiding information is the best thing to do. I never did.

Following are the screencaps I have received, in order, and with very precise comments. If anything is wrong, let it be my and her sin. But it is not and you will immediately see why.

Context: S and June Brunette's juiciest appearance in that very exposed spot of the VIP area coincided with Mansour Bahrami's match. S came first, at around 03: 04:49.

Two other people who were seated on those seats before his arrival get up and leave (perhaps prompted? perhaps uninterested in Bahrami? we can only speculate) - all this perhaps about 20 to 30 seconds before S arrives, alone:

He takes a seat and quickly arranges his jacket on his knees, perhaps sends an SMS (I am not Mrs. Graham and, unlike many other people across the street, never pretended to have infrared surveillance material):

Meanwhile, she pops in, at around 03:05:10. Unmistakably Panikian - the yellow outfit was a dead giveaway and he practically pointed when, where and for what to look, in his post: 'and of course, the legend, @mansourbahramiofficial'.

Heh: he was far from surprised and she did not chitchat at all ('is this seat taken?' etc). She just sat down: it was a very natural thing to do:

Then, he takes her in a bear hug. Kinda, sorta. Making sure they are well exposed, unlike you know, that other time:

I am told it was a matter of seconds before he wrapped his arm around her neck. Well, that is the rebuke I have been waiting for about three weeks, right?

At about 04:03:41 and until 04:10:03, she goes out, for some reason (🚹? 💄? 📳? your guess is as good as mine):

My candid question is.. who is Light Green Arrow Woman? This is the first time I see her clearly in those screenshots I (one more time, for the people in the back) have been sent by a trusted friend. Could she be a chaperone of sorts? I am told that on the video edit Marple made a modo suo, she seems to be interacting with Mrs. Panikian, but I would have to see that:

A selfie is taken, to properly document the bullshit (after she helped herself with some more champagne):

Whatever Marple calls 'quite the hug' is a kiss on the cheek, and you can see it quite clearly on her edit, if you really are freaked out by this cheap arrangement:

Prompted by the impromptu (heh) 🔦 + 🍾cocktail, she took it very seriously. A pity she did, without having the slightest idea of the strange place she landed in.

That would be it, to be honest. The pics and stills of these two individuals where he does wear a jacket, that our side published first yesterday are from the first part of the program. I do have a couple of more stills from then, but you have it all on that edit. There is no need to add more pics to it, doesn't bring anything new to the table.

And now, onwards for some more context.

Such as this post on June 13, 2024:

With this very peculiar hidden comment:

From a very peculiar sock account:

Mmmhm. Joined in June 2024, follows nobody and is followed by nobody, and yet felt the need to change the username already once? I mean, what the fuck is this cheap game, right here?

So, for those of you naive (I am elegant) enough to think this Brief Encounter was organic, think twice. Somebody followed whatever the scheming was and that somebody tried to warn the woman. Whether about the Inglorious Pap Walk or about Kissgate (the message was posted around June 15th), is to be debated. But still...

And there is some more, of course : I may not be willing to fuck my (already complicated) eyesight with edits and frames and screenshots, but I am not yet dead and I still have all my brain faculties.

Around the same time Mrs. Panikian began to be followed by S on IG, she also began to be followed by a very decent (give or take a couple of details) physical alternative to My Personal Someone. Who would kill me if he could read this post, btw. That is, if you could kill someone with cold shoulder treatment and an icy gaze (Spanish style all the way):

Quick, let's see what his Personal Life insert tells us:

I mean, D'OH: in case you wondered who the fuck that warning sock account was. NEED I DRAW IT?

Nah, can't be Margot, what were we thinking?

🙄🙄🙄

He followed her not so long ago, but well, he wasn't active since March, LOL:

And look how cute, they are fresh (?) mutuals, as of very recently/now - I might be wrong, but I don't think I am:

Tattoos, fitness venues, filthy porn bots in his 'Tagged' section, rumored to be single since at least last year. Rings a bell? Oh, surely not. Especially when you find out that this guy is also a mildly hot topic on Data Lounge (hope dies last):

Similar profiles (but Eggold is apparently a staunch Catholic - the gay conspirators grin with glee), similar PR problems. Alice to the rescue?

At any rate, she is up for grabs, people: 'looking for a man with a decent sense of humor who doesn't troll women's IG pages' - LOOOOOL. Meet the bloody OL fandom, doll - how's that for trolling? Betcha didn't see what real trolling is, yet.

On a sidenote, in an effort to leave no stones unturned, I have even looked for the edits on her Wikipedia page, until I realized they were unsubstantial and made by a clearly obsessed fan of Miss Universe contests (yeah, such people exist):

Surely enough, that user was blocked for sockpuppetry, which means 'abusing multiple accounts'. But Panikian was not her main obsession and for once, this has nothing to do with the current cheapo story that they try to peddle us. Whoever 'they' are.

That's all for now, ladies. Thanks to all three of you who sent tips and raw info for me to connect. You are wonderful!

It's going to be an interesting summer, for sure.

Ship on, ladies, still the same old, tired, boring BS. But also an interestingly symmetrical rebuke to TS Kissgate - if only...

[quilly72]

"Tessa....hey tessa" Tessa peeked over her shoulder trying to see who was calling out to her. As she twirled she caught the culprit, her best friend and former roommate from sophomore year.

Tessa excused herself from her conversation as she shuffled her way over.

"Leanne what are you doing here I didn't know you were here" "Well we heard from a friend of a friend that there would be a party here and I had a free evening so guess who showed up" Her wicked smile stretched across her face. Tessa had forgotten just how much she missed that smile. "So what are you doing in someone's room" Tessa winked and tried to peer over the shoulder of the taller leanne before leanne suddenly grabbed Tessa by the shoulders and dragged her in.

"Wait..leanne I'm not I don't want to..." before she could protest any further she heard the door shut behind her and the door lock click into place. Leanne leaned her ear towards the door as they saw a shadow approach thru the light gleaming at the bottom of the doorframe.

A quick jiggle of the lock and a knock at the door almost warranted a scream from Tessa but leanne was quick to stifle it withher hand.

"Is anyone in there?! Your not allowed to be in there!" Leanne shot daggers into Tessa as she removed her hand and put her finger up to her lips telling her to keep quiet. On the other sidethey heard a man shuffling in his pockets and muttering something about keys. "Hey has anyone seen my keys, Michael have you seen my room keys...MICHAEL"

The shadow faded away as the mysterious owner of the room shuffled back into the chaos of the party trying to find his keys. "Good luck" leanne whispered sarcastically as she pulled out a pair of keys. That same smile appearing on her face as before.

Leanne what are we doing in here Tessa muttered

:I thought you might ask that and so I thought a little demonstration was in order." You see I heard thru the grapevine that this party was happening I also heard thru the grapevine that one of the roommates in this frat" leanne gestured her hands and pointed to the room mouthing the words THiS ONE "has been experimenting with something that could earn the university a lot of money.

Leanne turned around and surveyed the cluttered desk as she found a little vial containing a couple ounces of a bright blue liquid" and just as expected never trust a 22 yr old to keep something a secret" this right here is the universities New growth hormone and we are gonna try it on ourselves Tessa.

Tessa couldnt help but chuckle as leanne stared at her with pride " leanne you can't be serious for all we know that's some cheap perfume and we don't go to Yale we ain't making any new growth formula here." She continued to giggle as leanne pressed in. Her taller frame overshadowing the smaller Tessa.

Tessa do you remember angi.she said flipping through her phone. Yeah I remember. Well then you remember how flat she was. Uhh yeah. Then explain this Tessa

Leanne flipped her phone to show a before and after pic of angi. Sure enough angi hadeasily grown 5 inches thicker all round and way bustier. "These pics are a week apart Tessa and guess who she is dating." She again pointed to the room and then the blue vial.

So you choose me or you first.

Leanne tossed the vial as Tessa reflexively grabbed it and tried not to drop it.

You can't be serious Anne there is no way I'm gonna drizzle myself with some cheap cologne based off a photoshop and a Montague is this some sort of a prank am I being recorded what us happen...

Leanne rolled her eyes and grabbed the vial as she opened it. "Fine I guess I go first. LeaNne quickly pulled it up to her lips as she took a quick swig and then lowering it. She grimaced at the pungent taste and to Tessa credit it sure smelled like some cheap cologne and tasted like it too.

Okay now your turn" Tessa again shook her head no leanne I'm jot drinking it. "Fine suit yourself.

Leanne smiled as she flicked some of the liquid at Tessa. The blue liquid quickly serving into her white top as it bubble up. "Leanne this is new I just wai... soon the liquid seeped away vanishing as she felta slight tingle on her skin where the liquid once was.

Tessa was going to continue her rant until she heard a stretching noise come from the other end of the room. Leanne moaned as her zipper began to lower down her jacket. "I feel so hot so waaArrrmmm. Leanne purred as her tits started to swell up and through her jacket. Her smile widening as her eyes lit up. Leanne pulled out her phone as her feet outgrew her heels. The heels of her feet putstretching the bands as they leaked off. Soon her heels snapped as she shuffled down an inch. But compared to her body's stretching she didn't lose any noticeable height. Tessa held her hands to her face as she gasped and stared in terror. Meanwhile leanne pulled Tessa close and snapped a selfish as she grew another inch. Her head almost popping out of frame as she caught the terrified expression on tessas face.

It feels sooo good. Leanne dragged her jacket off exposing her chest which was already threatening to break her bra in half. The straps tightening like guitar strings across her shoulders. Her hips also bulged out as her denim seams began to burst and stretch. Each second more and more skin peaked through until the seams finally burst and tore out.

Tessa backed up against the wall as she lost track of leanna growth and was pulled away by her own. Her chest felt like it was on fire. Each breath felt more shallow than the last she tried to draw in more air but her body felt like it was constricting in on itself. Tessa lifted her shirt pulling it off of her as she saw her chest bulging up against her bra. Her already considerable breasts were heaving forward with each breath. "Oh fuck oh my god they're huuGEE" her bra snapped as she tried to catch her bra. Each tit walking forward almost heavy enough to throw her body to the floor. Tessa managed to hold her chest in her arms and her broken bra in-between as her chest bulged over and underneath her arm. Her eyes growing wife as she watched them stretch and expand around her makeshift arm bra. Tessa gasped as she heard her skirt pop a seam. Her thighs pressed against each other as her booty pressed up against her tight thin skirt. It stood little chance as a couple seams burst everytime her legs trembledwkth a few surge of growth Oh my god I'm god fuck duck duck duck I can't keep growing what is happening...

Tessafelt her feet press up against her shoes as they crammed inside her heels. Her toes bending as her heels started to warp around her feet before snapping off. Tessa shrieked as she also felt a fi al surge send her back and legs coiling up and spring upwards a sudden spike of growth causing her to grow from 4ft 11 to 5ft 5 Her skirt ruffling g off and bursting before it dragged down her Long legs to the floor. Tessa caught her breath as she felt the feeling subside.

She prepared to chew out leanne but a giggle and a sudden thunk snapped her out of it. Oh . My... God

Tessas eyes grew wide with fear as she watched leanne start to lean forward. Her body towered all the way to the ceiling. She stood completely naked her hair pressed and draped against the roof. Her tits hung forward like a pair of beach balls and her ass covered what looked like half a bed. And from what Tessa could see and hear she wasn't done. Leanne moaned as her eyes rolled up in ecstacy as her head dragged across the ceiling a couple of inches. The back of her neck pressing into the plaster as she braced her arms against the roof What made it worse was her knees were already slightly bent and the dorms had raised roofs so she was easily past 10 ft tall already.

Leanne your...huge" they both finished the sentence at the same time but with different expressions on their face.

Yeah I realized they might have watered down the solution after the first couple growth spurts put me in the 6 ft range. Doesn't look like youdid too bad yourself she motioned as another surge had leanne brace her body. Her shoulders banging the roof as her body shuffled for balance. Tessa leaning further into the wall as leanne almost toppled her massive chest right into her.

Tessa started to panic as she looked at the massive leanne.

How are wegonna get you out of here I don't think you can fit thru the door and your not even done growing...yet. in between her sentence leanne fell to her knees as another surge had her shriek in ecstacy. Her ass bubbling out so wide it covered her feet as she leaned on her haunches. Tessa eyes were wrapped with fear as she noted even from a knelt position she barely came up to bottom of leannes rack.

Seriously leanne we have to figure something out is there a shrinking solution. NOPE. well does it wear off. Nope. Hmm maybe we can get someone to make a reversing agent. I don't think so. We'll the. What do we do. Tessa yelled in frustration.

Leanne surged again. Her head almost back at the roof as she fell to all 4s. Easily taking up half the room. "I mean at what point t are you gonna stop atthis rate you might destroy the entire house prworse youcould...stop starong at ne like that. Tessa stared at leanne withthat wicked smile. Her hair brushed up against the roof as she started to lean forward pressing her chest up against Tessa. "I have an idea" leanne looked back at the vial as Tessa eyes got wide with fear. No no we can't leanne don't you dare.

Tessa tried to stop her but she was well outside her weight class. A quick burst forward from leanne aided by another growth spurtsent the Tessa reeling in between the wall and leannes growing boobs the pressure making the walls crack as she squirmed. What Tessa had on her side was nimbleness. She watched a sleanne struggled fo pick up the small vial on the cluttered desk. The surge of growth also causing her air to unexpectedly surge forward and smash the desk to the floor. Everything g falling down in a chaotic shuffle

This gave Tessa just enough time to escape she pressed up against leannes massive chest as she dove for the vial. Leanne tried to stop her as her head cocked to the side with another surge her feet pressing up against the he'd as the wood started to croak. Tessa quickly got back up to her feet as she dodged leannes strikes for the vial

Tessa give it to me. Her body jolted again sending the bed Frame cracking leanne took up halfthe room and sadly for Tessa that included the one and only exit. Aymt which there was a faint knock and the yelling of a familiar voice

Tessa weeved in-between the large but stunted movement of leanne Tessa had one advantage she fit in the room but what she didn't have on her side was time. An unfortunate spurt sent leannes hand straight into Tessa and the vial. Tessa clutched the vial as leanne wrapped her hand around half of tessas chest before she heard a crack.

Leanne reflexively let go thinking she had cracked Tessas arm and so had Tessa but as she regatherwd herself they both saw something worse.

The vial cracked open and sprayed against the chests of Tessa several glass shards also scraping and cutting her open as the liquid seeped inside. "Fuck oh no what did you do" Tessa tried to brush it off but the liquid only smeared further across her body.

Tessa continued to try and wipe itoff as shefelt her chest start to pressurize. Her body vibrating with energy. She fell the first wave press up against her lips. Her legs trembling as she held back a moan. "Ohh fuck fuck fuuCK" her voice chirped as she raised up another couple inches. Her breathing became quick and hyperventilate as she gasped for air. Her body twitching and pulsing with energy as another wave pressed up. She clenched her face shut as a braced and clenched moan pierced it's way through her lips. Tessa shakily grew again 6 more inches. Easily 6 ft tall if not more. Her panties napping down her legs as they both watched in terror.

I'm so sorry leanne muttered now having come back to her senses both of them about to be cramped for room. Tessa moaned again her body racing up another foot her tits bulged forward as she had to take a step forward to balance herself. Her ass bubbling backwards as she felt her hips manually widen to accommodate. The burning inside of her was unbearable her skin started to sweat as she felt the pressure build up more and more. Tessa tried to hold it back but it only grew more intense with each wave. One after another like the ocean her body trembled at the first as she clenched her face. Her nose wrinkled her teeth clenched against each other. Another wave tried to brust thru as she gasped and held back. Her body physically twitching and seizing as it almost broke her. The final one finally broke the flood gates as she shrieked in ecstacy. Her body lighting up as she grewanother 2 ft all in one go.

Her 9 ft tall body brushed up against leanne. Their eyes meeting as Tessa groaned again "Oh FUck I can't StooOOOp her head bashed the roof as the pounding of the door grew louder or maybe it was her heart in her chest getting ready to explode Leanne shuffled to make more room but it was useless. Tessa scrambled to brace up against anything as her knees bent and her body grew again. Her back piledriving into the roof as the plaster cracked she toppled forward as leanne managed to get on her back. Tessa falling into her chest as she grew on top of her. "Someone HellpPP she shrieked as her body surged again Tessa was easily the same size as leanne and not stopping anytime soon. Her feet cracked the back wall. Her tits submerging leanne underneath her. Her back and ass pressed up against the roof as her head titled to the side at the far wall. Desks beds and furniture snapped as her body filled more and more of the room the sounds of cracking and breaking causing the party to turn the music down.

Tessa braced for impact as a moan escaped her ginger body growing 10 more ft all at once FuuuUUCkk her legs shot thru the party knocking several people to the ground as the roof above her finally broke. Her head and chest escaping into the attic from a knelt position. It wasnt long before her head was braced against the roof beams the wood groaning as she moaned again and again. Her chest towering through the roof as she surged again. Tessa fell forward as the entire front half of the house collapsed under her. Her legs breaking thru the other end of the house as she watched part goers flee in terror and hop in any car that could drive.

It wasnt much use though. Tessa barely made it to all rs before she surged again. Her head surging across the roof right next to the neighbors house. Her thighs and ass breaking what was kwft of the feat house. Leanne managed to scuffle her way out. Her 25 ft body barely comi g up to Tessas ass from a knelt position. I'm sorry oh God oh fuck not agaaiinnn. Tessa surged again her legs dragging through the streets and houses again and again as her head raised higher and higher up. She managed to shakily stand up as she watched leanne slowly shrink going from knee height then to her mid calves. Soon she couldn't see her as the university shrunk to the size of her foot her head blinded in the clouds above as she finally felt the effects wear off. Tessa took a deep breath as she looked at the destruction around her and what was left of the university.

[rodolfoparras]

I keep thinking about sub top Price, it's plaguing me 😩

Hear me out….

Never letting Price jerk off since he obviously doesn’t know how to touch his own cock but purposely riling him up while he’s away on a mission by sending him videos and pics of the recent toy you bought for yourself, knowing his cock is hard and weeping between his legs but he isn’t allowed to touch himself.

Cock warming Price while he’s doing paperwork, purposely clenching around him just to feel him squirm around his chair and denying him any sort of relief until after he finishes his task.

Purposely holding off on cumming but making him cum multiple times, all while shaming him for not being able to control himself. Only when he’s feeling overstimulated do you work yourself up to your own release, clenching around his cock til he’s wincing under your grip.

Telling him he can’t cum until you cum only to purposely edge yourself, watching how he struggles to follow your orders til tears are trickling down his cheeks, and he’s clawing at the sheets while begging you to let him cum please.

“Look at you, how ah- how pathetic, already so close to- to- cumming, well you won’t - not ah- not until I cum first” you say while practically bouncing on his dick.

Blowjobs are a privilege, getting to fuck you is a privilege and he has to convince you why he’s worthy of having his cock in your mouth or in your ass and even then you’d tell him how pathetic he looks while down on his hands and knees trying to convince you to let him fuck you or how pathetic he is for cumming so quickly in your mouth even though your spent minutes purposely riling him up

Price who will do his best to suppress any noises from escaping his lips whether it by showing fingers into his mouth or sinking his teeth into your skin but he’d feel so good while inside you to the point where he would end up sobbing, words slurred and hips erratic as he chases his orgasm

Punishing him by blindfolding him and tying him up, knowing how much he likes to see how good he makes you feel but being left with only hearing the sweet noises you make while fingering yourself or even using a toy right in front of him knowing he can’t do anything but helplessy stare, all while you tell him how the plastic is doing a better job than him

Riding him in front of a mirror just so that he can see see how pathetic he is being with tears trickling down his cheeks, face and chest flushed red and gripping hard onto your hips as if that’s the only thing from keeping him from losing it

[anstarwar]

Waxer’s home! For @waxerboilmonth , “Waxer lives” and “force sensitive.”

This fits into the Fallen AU where Boil is discovered to be force sensitive, the war shifts gears but doesn’t end, O66 sort of doesn’t happen, but various other shenanigans do.

Bit of a quick blurb to go with this pic:

Waxer huffs out a breath, his muscles relaxing under the weight of his ARC kit with every step closer to the room. Their room. In the Temple. The karking Jedi Temple. Of all the places in the galaxy this was where he and Boil now got to call home.

He was never going to get used to that.

Of course he didn’t think he’d ever get used to the fact that Boil, his best friend, his partner, was force sensitive. Not just force sensitive but a Jedi to boot.

Waxer shook his head, a crooked smiling spreading across his face as he thought about how much had changed so quickly. Sometimes he’d find himself thinking back, trying to figure out where things had changed, what moment had set them down this path.

Umbara is where his mind always landed. He’d almost died but he didn’t. At the time it seemed like a miracle. By all accounts he should’ve died that day and yet here he was now. Alive, fighting because he chooses to continue to fight, living with - and loving - his best friend.

Boil would never give him a direct answer, he didn’t like talking about Umbara, but Waxer suspected he had had something to do with the miracle of him surviving.

He shook away those thoughts as he punched in the door code to their room. It had been a month since he’d seen Boil and his assignment was such that he wasn’t able to comm ahead to give his Jedi (he snorts at that thought) a proper heads up.

Sometimes Waxer was glad when he couldn’t give Boil a heads up, it always made homecomings more interesting.

This time didn’t disappoint.

Padding quietly into their room and leaning against the door frame he smiles.

Boil’s eyes are closed, nose twitching ever so slightly, something it did when he was deep in concentration. Before him floats the various bits and bobs that make up his lightsaber. Waxer has seen Boil do this countless times since joining the Order but it never ceases to amaze him, to watch as the pieces twirl and pivot, an intricate puzzle fitting back together effortlessly and without direct touch.

Waxer sighs, letting go of the last bits of stress he’d carried back with him. He waited til the last piece of the saber slid into place before speaking.

“Hey you,” he says quietly, his heart thudding happily.

Eyes still closed in concentration, a small smile creeps across Boil’s face.

“Hey,” Boil replies softly, voice a little scratchy from disuse. “Welcome home.”

[resowrites]

Every Breath You Take - oneshot.

Summary: Henry insists on helping his wife prepare for giving birth…

Pairings: AU!Henry Cavill x Wife!OC

Warnings: fluff, banter/British humour, language, dialogue heavy, nondescript OC body type/appearance, hastily written/lightly proofread.

WC: 1480

A/N: I know I’ve been posting like crazy lately but I reached a follower milestone yesterday and thought I’d post this little number from my drafts - enjoy!

My work must not be copied, reposted, or translated elsewhere. Likes, follows, reblogs and comments are thoroughly welcome and appreciated! Gifs/pics not my own. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for visiting!

Every Breath You Take - oneshot.

"What are you doing in here?" She opened her eyes and paused the app on her phone. 

"I thought you might like some company--"

"No, out."

"What? Why?!"

"Cos the den is a Henry-free zone for the next hour. Now, go."

"But why? I only wanna come in here and read my book!"

"You can do that in the living room, go." Henry cast a curious eye over her cross-legged form on the floor.

"... What are you getting up to in here? I didn't disrupt anything important did I?" She sighed and got to her feet. It didn't matter what she had planned, it would be impossible with him in the same room. 

"Darling, I want an hour's peace, please." Henry shot her a devious smirk.

"Fine - but first tell me why."

"No, now get out." He crossed his arms, determined to stay put. She pursed her lips but decided to give in and leave. When Henry was in those sorts of moods there was nothing else for it. "Hey, wait, don't go!" He only just caught her by the sleeve. "I promise not to be annoying, okay? Even though the den is my space and therefore you're technically the one who should be leaving." Her nostrils flared and Henry made a calming motion with both hands. "Take it easy! I'm just gunna sit on my chair and read, okay?" He waved the book in front of her face.

"Fine, but the minute you start playing up, I'm leaving - got it?" Again Henry nodded with a smirk and though she was hardly convinced, took a seat back on the floor. As agreed, he sauntered over to his Lazy Boy and opened his book. She took a deep breath and opened the app on her phone once more. Ten minutes into practising the techniques, she noticed Henry had stopped flicking the pages. If she had to hazard a guess, she'd say he was looking right at her. "Henry, find something else to do please."

"What? I was just looking at you for a few seconds! It's actually quite calming, like watching a fish tank." She gritted her teeth but immediately tried to relax. This was the whole point of her exercises. "... So what are you trying to do, levitate?" Her eyes snapped open and she jumped to her feet. She was in absolutely no mood to indulge Henry's silliness that day. "Wait, I'm sorry! I'll shut up, promise! I was just curious, that's all." 

"Fine, but that's your last warning. Any more smart-arse remarks and I'll be locking myself in the bedroom for the rest of the day - understood?" He tried to suppress a grin and she rolled her eyes. But then it occurred to her that Henry's presence might actually be useful for once. If she could learn to tune him out, she could cope with pretty much anything. She had to take it in small steps though. After all, ignoring Henry was like trying to ignore a fire alarm. Luckily, she'd bought her Airpods and quickly turned them on. Moments later a gentle white noise filled her head. In the end, she didn't know how many minutes had passed, all she knew was that he was being unusually well behaved and she sneakily opened one eye. Henry was sitting right in front of her, grinning like a madman. "Right, that's the last straw. Have a nice day Henry, I'll see you at dinner - which you'll now be making." He shrugged.

"That's fine, I'll order takeout. And stop acting like such a baby, honestly, you can never take a joke! What did you expect me to do with you sitting there like a monk?!" She felt anger rising in her chest. But instead, she stopped herself and sat back down. If Henry wanted to be annoying, he could jolly well carry on. She was determined to outlast him and what better distraction to overcome than Henry himself? That's not to say he didn't rise to the challenge. "Hey, can I join in? What are you doing, breathing exercises? Ah, so you inhale to the point where the ball fills the circle. Got it. Mind if I keep my eyes open though? I'm not as advanced as you yet..." She ignored Henry's sarcasm and began counting the length of her breaths. No mean feat considering the noise he was making just breathing in. She tried to focus. Henry was not going to get the better of her that time. "Christ, this is hard. I need a pair of bellows up my arse..."

"WILL YOU PLEASE SHUT THE FUCK UP?!"

"Well, that's not very zen-like! Here, watch the circle--" but she snatched the phone away and hurried to her feet. Again, he came between her and the door. 

"Whoa, hang on, I'm sorry. I didn't realise we were meant to stay silent. Let's see if there's an exercise we can do together where it's fine to make noise... ooh I've got one." She kicked Henry in the shin. "Ow! That bloody hurt!"

"Then focus on your breathing, arsehole." He snickered.

"Mmmm, I love it when Mama gets feisty..." 

"Take one more step towards me dickhead, and you really will need to breathe deep!" 

"Fine! Honestly, there I was just trying to suggest a way for us to spend quality time together--"

"You bending me over the couch hardly qualifies as quality time--"

"Well, what about up against the wall?" But instead of blowing her top, she smiled serenely.

"That's just fine. You can stay in here with just your hand for company, cos I'm going back to the house. Have a pleasant afternoon." But Henry stepped in line with her change of direction. 

"Okay, what if I promise to use earphones and sit here ignoring you for the rest of the day?"

"Could you do that for the rest of our lives?" He smiled.

"Now, now. Though you might want to try a different breathing exercise, the current one doesn't seem to be working..."

"No? Well, how about I kick your arse to the curb and you find a b&b for the night?" Henry swallowed, realising she was serious.

"There's no need for that! I promise that my lady shall not be vexed again until at least early this evening. Okay?" He then grabbed her Airpods, turned around, and plonked himself back on the recliner. She wanted to put his head through the nearest window but she had to be patient. Once he saw he couldn't get a rise out of her, eventually he'd get bored and vanish. She decided to rest on her knees and start the next method. If anything, it would certainly drown Henry out. But she closed her eyes again just in case. "... You know you don't need to practise, we've already got a balloon machine somewhere about." She ignored him and pushed out another breath. "Are you alright? You sound like you've got a slow puncture." She carried on and let her hand push her belly out as she exhaled. "Fine, ignore me then. I'll just listen to music." Henry scrolled through his Spotify and started singing loudly. "THAT'S GREAT IT STARTS WITH AN EARTHQUAKE! BIRDS AND SNAKES AND AEROPLANES! AND LENNY BRUCE IS NOT AFRAID!" In two three, out two three. Slowly it became easier for her to visualise a candle flame flickering on every breath out. At the next imagined contraction, she began with a sigh, relaxed, and breathed through the very real pain being caused by him, before ending with a sigh. Next, she started blowing gently, just enough to make the candle flame flicker in her head. "What are you doing now?! Practising for your next birthday?" Incredibly Henry's voice sounded further away that time. The technique was working. She could have jumped for joy. "Earth to Ollie? Oh no, has she achieved nirvana? Well, we can't be having that!" Suddenly she could hear him get up and start snapping his fingers. But she opened her eyes and sighed contentedly. "Oh God, it's worse than I thought, she's actually smiling!" She happily hopped to her feet and stretched followed by a yawn. "Ollie? Are you alright? Did I break your brain?" She smiled in Henry's direction but said nothing, and leisurely walked toward the door. "Oh no you don't! I want to know what the hell that was all about! Ollie? Ollie?!" She giggled to herself as she trotted back into the house. There were many things he could do to help her prepare for her pregnancy, but she was determined to keep her new mindfulness techniques to herself. Labour would be hard enough and besides, it would do Henry no good to learn that after all their years together, she finally had a better means of blocking out his nonsense. It wasn't perfect, but she'd take all the help she could get. 

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[mulders-too-large-shirt]

s4 episode 21 thoughts

this episode had me entirely TRANSFIXED. at no moment did i know what was going to happen next, and i badly wanted to learn!! rejoice: a skinner episode!!! where he is driven to desperation by how much he loves his agents! i truly do not think i could have asked for more!!

(okay, scully wasn't there, which is usually my number one priority... but hear me out: the episode was still SO good despite her absence, which is a testament to some HIGH QUALITY WRITING)

so!! back to my live report from approximately 24 hours ago, when i began my journey into this rollercoaster of an ep. take it away, past juni:

after last episode, i have gone through all of the emotions known to humankind. i am interested to see where we will go next, having ventured into those uncharted waters. perhaps these waters will be more… charted.

A SKINNER EPISODE!!! he’s framed for murder AGAIN??? he can’t keep being put in these circumstances bro 😭

why would skinner cover up a death caused by bees??? that seems pretty cut and dry. bees did it. nobody’s fault. unless they’re secret FBI bees the world isn’t supposed to know about…? obviously the doctor is going to say “yup, bees did it, not humans”, right?? i mean if someone dies of bee stings i assume it’s very obvious??? and that no murder charges would be filed?? because?? bees did it??

(author's note: lmao. what a fool i was)

skinner. i am ready to learn more about you. 

we open at a place that ships packages. this woman (jane) needs a cigarette. her friend (later revealed to be named misty) is telling her to quit smoking. i’m not sure that is an effective strategy.

jane runs to the bathroom and is going to smoke in there??? not even outside??? what was going ON in the 90's!!!

but oh no! some bees emerge from the bathroom sink. MANY MANY MANY BEES. someone please call that lady on tiktok that scoops hives out with her hands while whispering into the camera “another great day of saving the beeeeeeees” (god i hope she’s doing well)

bee swarm of intense proportions is going on rn. can you buy bees at the store? is that what they did for filming this? order a bunch of bees at the bee store?? huh. 

anyway, they’re approaching jane the cigarette lady very very quickly. they’re in the stall!!! she’s smacking at them!! 

but cig lady’s friend misty is getting concerned. she goes to the bathroom to fetch her friend where she finds… an empty bathroom?? free of bees. with only a smoking cigarette on the floor and DEAD JANE COVERED IN BEE STINGS!!!!!!!

WHERE DID THE BEES GO MAN!!!

dang. those bee stings are gnarly. shoutout makeup team.

skinner is looking at jane's files. why does this interest you, skinner?? why is he deleting them?? probably because he does not consider insect related cases FBI matters

WAIT! HE WASN’T ON HIS COMPUTER…. HE WAS ON MULDER’S!!!

WHAT!!! (we need to give this reveal some space to sink in)

... he knows mulder's passwords……?

skinner. WHAT are you hiding!!! i used to hate him and then i sort of liked him and then i hated him and now i am affectionate towards him. we must not begin the cycle again!!!

well, now i’m invested. 

intro time. and i'm still laughing about that tweet of scully serving three quarters profile in her badge pic

after so many shortened intros, this one felt long!!!

skinner is… leaving his house? he has a bookend that looks like an elephant. now what does that say about him… and a what looks like a buddha in the corner. IS this his house??? buddhist skinner confirmed?

he’s taking off a “do not enter” sign and going into the bathroom where the bee incident went down, armed with just a flashlight. and he finds the cigarette, which he flushes. he’s cleaning the bathroom floor with a portable vacuum!! WHAT DOES HE KNOW!!!!!!!

i’m literally soooo invested, i’m not even joking. his ass is on his hands and knees SCRUBBING. what has brought assistant director skinner to this forbidden janitorial work!?!

this is very dark though, screen wise. had to up the brightness. 

he finds something oozing from the ceiling. and he sniffs it before wiping it away. gross. is it honey? weird neon honey?

now he’s picking the lock of the MORGUE!!!!!!! is he gonna steal jane’s body??!!!!!! bro what the HELL!!!!

someone in the coroner’s office hears a distant thud and almost finds him TAKING HER BODY!!!!!!!!! it seems he narrowly escaped!!! he hid around the corner and took jane with him…. to a very weird place. he’s climbing up a ladder. is it an incinerator? 

bro, he must be strong as hell. anyway, he takes her body and places it in a fire. 

my guess is that somehow she was contaminated with secret bee poison and he needs to make sure no one else gets sick from it????? by incinerating the body?? but that doesn’t do anything about the bees themselves??

he’s at the police station now, asking about jane. HE GIVES HIS NAME AS MULDER????? he has a fake badge and everything… omg do NOT get my boy in trouble!!

the policeman shows him a vial of blood from jane, which he replaces with a vial from his own pocket, and wipes the pen he took. ohhhh what is going on!!!!!!

so now he’s going back to his car with the blood. but someone runs out to see him!!! calling “agent mulder”!

it’s the detective who emailed the pictures to the REAL mulder!!! he somehow knows that mulder is part of the x files (which i feel shouldn't be information random people should know) but skinner is trying to say that nothing here warrants his involvement. 

he is deeply suspicious. but someone is watching him!!!!!!!! who is this mystery fellow watching this go down????

skinner is get undressed at 3:55 AM. and it IS his house with the elephant and the buddha!!!

SKINNER FOLLOWS THE FOUR NOBLE TRUTHS AND THE EIGHTFOLD PATH, LET'S GOOOO 🔥🔥🔥

(that is a more interesting interpretation than him keeping a buddha around as decor, but hey, pick your headcanon as you please)

and who shows up but REAL MULDER!!!! AT 4 AM??? BRO WHAT IS HE DOING?? he should be on his couch!!!! sleeping!!

he has been trying to reach skinner…. OHHHH HE CLOCKED RIGHT AWAY THAT THERE IS A COVERUP!!!

and the detective was SHOT AND KILLED!!!! 

(my friend called me at this point to tell me that liam payne died. this has absolutely no relevance on the episode, but it did lead to me pausing for a half hour to share this news with others. and it would feel inappropriate to not include it in the write up)

mulder knows someone forged his name at the lab and he just wants skinner’s help!!

NO!!! SCULLY IS IN THE HOSPITAL SO SHE CAN’T HELP…. HER DOCTOR SAYS HER TUMOR MIGHT BE METASTASIZING… NO NO NO not my poor sweet scully...

no scully this episode…. this is sad :(

skinner is doubly gagged…… maybe even triply gagged between the revelation of the detective being killed, mulder being onto him, and scully being in the hospital. he is flabbergasted, one might even say. 

he’s going somewhere in very tight pants. someone tries to hit him with a car?!?

IT’S CSM!!!! and the guy from before who was watching the exchange with the detective go down!!!!!! 

ohhhh skinner has GRABBED him by the collar and is yelling that he MURDERED him!!! but CSM says to keep his voice down

“i wouldn’t get too comfortable on your moral high ground, mr. skinner. this only happened because you left your job unfinished” <- hey WHAT DOES THAT MEAN??

(i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again… CSM’s voice is so soothing. tell me a story, scary man)

skinner says that he has followed CSM’s instructions…. and when skinner points out that the detective didn’t have to die, he says that he is “in no position to question the terms of our arrangement”

is this the deal he negotiated with to try and save scully???? and is it even working if she’s in the hospital right now??

he tries to say they have no arrangement and walk away, but CSM basically says well, i’ll have my bestie here kill you. and so skinner saunters off in his very tight pants, defeated. 

he wakes up on the couch to a phone ringing. and it’s mulder saying that jane's body was stolen, and all the evidence has been cleaned. “slow down” “i’m sorry sir, but i can’t” <- his brain was in overdrive!!

mulder figured out the replacement blood wasn’t jane's because she has a different folate serum level and skinner seems to be cursing himself for such a mistake. a good catch on mulder's part.

he has one lead, and it’s the make of the gun. but skinner realizes something… his gun isn’t in his desk!!! WHAT!! NO NO NOOOOOO

he calls CSM and growls that “you can’t do this”…….  he says that the man died so skinner could have what he wanted… what does that mean…

A CURE FOR AGENT SCULLY??????

WHAT!!!!

what does that have to do with the bees!!!

“if anything happens to her, i will expose you” <- OHHHH HE IS NOT MESSING AROUND!!! he said i'll get us both thrown in prison if you fuck with my agents!!!!

“i don’t care what happens to me” <- OHHHH MY GOD I’M RIPPING OFF MY SHIRT IN BIBLICAL LEVELS OF GRIEF. he loves her.

“agent scully stands to live a full and healthy life. i would hope the same for you, mr. skinner” <- no no no no no. please don’t kill him. please? for me?

(this made me picture a world without skinner and it was very sad. do not make me imagine this ever again. i won't stand for it)

this episode has me HOOKED!!!!!

back at the shipping warehouse, skinner is being led to the restroom. the bee incident only went down yesterday!!!! he finds more of the yellow goop… and says he needs a hammer

he’s beating the hell out of that wall and finds it filled with honeycomb!! but this is probably EVIL honeycomb, right?

why yes, of course. he brings some of the evil honey to someone in maryland with a very cool in-house lab. oh, to be a maryland scientist with an incredible laboratory in the home that i own, because homes were plentiful in those days.

would it help to know that this bee can kill people? “any kind of bee can be lethal” <- well that is not super helpful in this particular case. nor is this fact comforting.

when it seems all hope is lost, bee scientist man finds some royal jelly and a larvae!! so hopefully soon they will have some answers. and now i know what royal jelly is.

oh, turns out 6 months ago mulder called the same guy asking about killer bees… well, he is always up to such activity. he was probably also calling a marine biologist about the loch ness monster. he keeps those DMV area professors BUSY

(author's note: now knowing what this is referring to, i think it is so fascinating to place s4 within a timeline of 6 months!!!!)

skinner is going through the x files folders down in mulder's office. and why the hell does one say “foo fighters” in the background!!! has the FBI finally found what the foo that they are fighting is???

OH!!! he finds the pictures of the child clones working in the honey farm!!! from earlier!! i was wondering if we were ever going to revisit that!!

he sees covarrubias' number on there so he starts to call her… omg…

(i have never seen one of those big rolly things of contact lists before)

but just as he is about to call, mulder walks in!!! he has pictures of the parking lot from the night of the Event… pictures that show a very blurry skinner that he cannot recognize AS skinner, but he’s going to take them over to special photo department, and oh no. oh no.

mulder asks what skinner wanted to tell him and he scrambles to just say he wanted to check on his progress… and i cannot tell if mulder believes him or not

skinner calls covarrubias about the bees. and she has to tell him that there was no bee evidence at all. so skinner counters with: well what if *i* have the bees??? well, then that would change things.

covarrubias is really pretty. while i may not like that she basically became deep throat 3.0, she is very pretty

bee scientist comes home to find all the lights out!!!!! his lights are covered in bees!!! it seems they broke through!!! no no no no!!! they cover his windows!! and he is being swarmed….. 

a terrible (or perhaps fitting) end for a man of bee science

mulder calls skinner down to show him the body of the bee scientist. and he had symptoms of SMALLPOX???? they put the smallpox in the BEES???? oh my god. new worst nightmare just dropped.

skinner wants to know how he contracted a disease that no longer exists, and yes, it did in fact come from the bees.

mulder thinks that someone is trying to revive the world’s deadliest disease!! oh my god!! how does this relate to the aliens???? i thought i knew at one point but now i don’t!! 

skinner asks mulder to tell him what he finds when he goes over to the photo department…

back at the shipping warehouse, skinner is talking to misty, jane’s friend. she clearly knows something but isn’t saying it. jane was misty’s best friend. and they were trying to go on vacation together. </3

OH. THE MEN WHO CAME THERE SAID IF THEY TALKED TO ANYONE SHE WOULD LOSE HER JOB….. they wanted a package!!!!! a damaged package!!

and it was stored right next to the bathroom where jane was found?!!

shipping bees… package gets damaged… bees get loose… smallpox bees everywhere… very bad very bad…

luckily, she can look up the tracking number!!!

back at the photo lab, someone who is not pendrell but looks like him is working on the photo. and mulder says that it is very important to him.

oh, his sad sad face as he realizes who it is…. like somebody punched a baby in front of him.

back at the alien groupchat meeting!! (again i think they’re called the syndicate?? i googled something once and that came up)

CSM is showing them the last remaining bee, saying all others were destroyed. and the body has been sanitized. CSM tries to say it has been taken care of. but the others want answers on what went down. 

“should we presume that the trial run is proceeding as planned?” “it’s already begun” <- HEY WHAT DOES THAT MEAN…… and why is the next shot KIDS ON A PLAYGROUND………… with a BEE BUZZING……….

kid gets stung by a bee…… as a ton of other kids ALSO get stung by bees!!!!!!! no!! not the kids!!!!

one kid trips and falls, and when the teacher tries to save him, she is swarmed!!!!!!! and the little kid has horrible marks all over him!!!! as do the other kids!!!!

skinner is here at this hospital to see what is going on… and he tells the doctor that the kids need to be treated for smallpox. this does not go over well with the doctor!!! he says that not only is smallpox no longer around, but it has an 8 day incubation period. well okay. i guess. things have changed.

covarrubias is here!! hold up is her name MARITA and i’ve been getting it wrong this whole time?! editing this post to refer to her by last name instead. i cannot tell if that is a subtitle error or the Truth. i’m sorry miss covarrubias. coh-vah-roo-bee-us.

she called asking about the contents of 7 packages sent to south carolina!!

“you’re a little late to do anything about it” “so are you, apparently” <- ohhh get his ass

she asks wtf is going on, and that she needs to tell the UN so don’t mess around. he hypothesizes that it’s an experiment using bees as carriers for disease. and when skinner says he hasn’t told mulder, she straight up asks if he’s involved OHHHH!! but he denies it. 

she says he has to come forward…..

back home. he starts to dial a number but stops, pulling his gun (which is now back in his desk!) out

AND OHHHHH MY GOD MULDER IS HERE AT SKINNER'S PLACE. “PUT THE GUN DOWN AND MOVE AWAY FROM THE DESK” <-OHHHH NO. IT’S GOING DOWN. 

ugh this is gonna be a two parter, isn’t it… i had a sneaking suspicion 

(it actually wasn't. but you can't blame me there. it was looking pretty close)

OHHHHHHH MULDER WENT THERE…. “you’ve been working with the smoking man all along. you knew when they had my father killed, and you knew when they took scully” <- OHHH MY GOD. his rage is barely contained and he looks like a damn animal.

skinner points out that the lock in his desk was forced open, why would he force his own lock open? and that the police are probably on their way right now. 

oh my gosh… i’m holding my breath… is mulder going to believe him? will skinner tell the truth?

“i advised you against a certain course of action some time ago concerning agent scully. i didn’t follow my own advice” <- oh my god........... the confession.............

he was willing to admit to making a deal with the devil for scully... does she know how loved she is...?

mulder gets quiet and says “give me the gun” <- WHAT IS HE THINKING? 

someone is firing it into some water? i guess that is how you figure out what the murder weapon is. and the guy says he is absolutely certain this is it.

mulder says they find it in a sewer grate around the corner (but for a moment i fully believed he was going to say it was his). the expert guy breaks the news that unless forensics pulled a print, it’s untraceable because the serial number was cleared off.

skinner leaves at this news. he almost smiles, and i wondered if the expert was going to call him out on such odd behavior. and from there, he goes to meet CSM. 

ohhhhh he has the gun to CSM's head!!! “agent scully is dying and you haven’t done a damn thing about it” <- HOLY SHIT!!! CSM’s smirking…. the right bastard

he claims that if skinner kills him, he’ll also kill scully… and that he had saved her life before when he had her returned to mulder.

“but you’ll never know if you pull the trigger, will you?” <- OHHHHHH MY GOD. is he bluffing or not!!!!! how would he have a way to cure her beyond letting one of the aliens he keeps on hold touch her???

SKINNER FIRES THREE SHOTS??????? DID HE SAY FUCK IT AND KILL HIM. IS THIS THE END OF CSM?????

NO. they were JUST behind his head. oh the tension was THICK.

message received. i hope. whoever is on the phone is asking about skinner, saying mulder will be contacting them soon.

it's covarrubias????? she says she’ll tell him what CSM wants her to tell him. WHAT!!!!!

“tell him what he wants to hear” <- HEY WHAT. IS HE GOING TO LIE AND SAY SCULLY IS OKAY????

thus concludes the episode.

I HAVE A LOT OF THOUGHTS.

okay, first of all, covarrubias works for CSM. i feel silly for not picking up on that because we KNEW she works for the UN, famously the host of the alien groupchat parties, but i didn't even put it together at all. but just because she works for him doesn't really mean anything, because deep throat and x also nominally worked for him. to what extent is still unclear- maybe they did everything on his orders, stringing mulder along to keep him distracted from learning the truth- or maybe there were aspects of corruption they felt were "safe" to be exposed and lead him along the path for this deeper trap that CSM is laying for him. so we cannot make a covarrubias moral judgement just yet- but we also know we cannot trust her.

next. skinner loves his agents so much, dude. willing to kill AND die for scully to be okay... please think on this for a moment. and then think about it some more. how he told mulder to never make a deal with the devil, then did it himself even though he has so much to lose as the assistant director. and for the rest of his life he'll have to live with knowing he assisted in his murky and horrific plans, including infecting children with the world's deadliest diseases, because he could not stand to lose scully.

there are many kinds of love, some of which are complex and indescribable and cannot be inserted into conventional roles, and i think that is exactly what is going on here. the incalculable love for skinner and his agents.

okay. and mulder trusting skinner SO ABSOLUTELY. showing up at his apartment at 4 AM to ask for help. offering to take out the trash, and the constant updates he provided him on the case. the way his face FELL when he realized it was skinner in the photo. and how he came to believe that skinner knew about or was perhaps even behind the calls to kill his father and kidnap scully. how betrayed and horrified he was. how he must have recalled his mantra of "trust nobody", how he must have been kicking himself for falling into a false sense of security for a man who risked so much for them, but must have, in his mind, been luring him deeper and deeper into a trap. imagine all of that grief about scully being abducted and then getting sick and the loss of his father being placed at skinner's feet. mulder, who never for a second doubted that skinner was innocent in his earlier brush with the law. imagine how incredibly painful that "realization" would have been. and then how he wanted so badly to believe him, but after so many betrayals, it would take more than just a scratched desk for him to do so. but he does. god.

there is an addictive substance placed between the relationships of skinner to mulder and scully. something almost familiar. something almost entirely unspoken except for in a foundational and silent trust.

this episode was really, really good. probably my favorite of the season! i was trying to figure out what exactly was going on and why. it really raised the stakes for skinner, mulder, AND scully in a bunch of different directions: skinner being in CSM's pocket, covarrubias being in CSM's pocket, mulder believing her as she feeds him lies, scully's illness getting worse... whew!

more than anything i love to see the trust between characters tested and pulled, and their bonds put to the limits. so i am very pleased. i will likely be thinking of mulder's animalistic rage as he held the gun to skinner's face for a long, long time. and how skinner quietly admitted to doing what he told mulder not to. by jove. an excellent piece of television.

[merv606]

TIG in The Secret of Giving is so handsome and charming and scruffy I literally cannot. We always see him clean shaven and sleek so this is a very nice change. I really like the messy hair too. My mind zoomed into Silverusso overdrive…!! This charming Terry with some sort of spoiled brat Daniel hehe. Or even a skittish little omega!Daniel promised to this hunter!Alpha. Sighhhh. The possibilities!!

Someone had suggested a mountain man au in an ask before based on pics of him from this.

In that one i imagined he was maybe lost in the woods and Terry finds him but I wrote a puritan ABO au for that scenario (link at end of story).

So maybe we’ll go with a promised to the hunter AU 😉

Daniel stands at the altar, waiting for the alpha he was promised to.

He has yet to meet him but less than a fortnight ago had learned that the church did not have the resources for him to stay once he turned of mating age. The benefactor whose generosity he had been living off since he first arrived as an orphaned omega a few years prior had recently passed. Unbeknownst to Daniel until now, the benefactor had been an older alpha, in need of heirs, and the agreement with the church had been that he would stay there, safe and untouched at the church until the alpha was able to come and collect him, at which time he would be ferreted off to the alpha’s compound to provide those heirs.

As such, Daniel is now simply being ferreted off to another alpha instead, one Terry Silver.

Long and NSFW

Even though Terry lived on the outskirts of town, beyond the woods, deep in the trees, he was well known by the locals as a hunter whose skills no one could come close to touching. He kept the more dangerous animals away and helped the villagers when it was required. As such, when he came in for any supplies he was unable to obtain himself, all his needs were provided for, a sort of fee for all he did.

This mutually beneficial situation that had been ongoing for years.

In a case of perfect timing, the hunter had come along, enquiring about obtaining an omega before returning to his house in the woods.

Daniel had been offered up right away, and with no other options, he had agreed without meeting the alpha - not so much as even looking upon him.

The Alpha, to his understanding, was seeking an omega to help with the household chores - someone to do the washing, cooking, mending - and for other duties suited to an omega.

Daniel is glad, at least, that this alpha is not that much older than him - about a decade or so he is told - although no one knows for certain his real age. He would be a good provider, he was told, and that was all that mattered. Daniel knew he had no other options.

He only found all of this out on the morning of turning mating age - now a viable candidate for an alpha’s breeding. At least he is not given much time to fret, being told Terry should be arriving in sort order to collect him.

It is early, the sun just up, as Daniel’s chores start then, and he is told Terry should be arriving within the hour.

So Daniel has a little time to wonder, as he’s packing up his meger possessions in anticipation of the alpha’s arrival, but what shows up is not what Daniel is expecting. The alpha is handsome, very handsome, and also large, very large. The sheer size of him, larger than anyone in the village.

He must stand an entire foot taller than Daniel, and much broader - the width of his shoulders would be at least two of Daniel’s.

“Hello Alpha Sir,” Daniel bows his head, remembering his manners and what he has been taught, but unsure of which honorific the alpha will prefer and require him to use.

The priests go by Father and the nuns by Ma’am. He doesn’t know many alphas - nor has he ever been called on by any suitors.

“Terry is fine little one. What is your name?”

“Daniel,” he hesitates before adding, “Terry,” glancing up at the alpha but quickly looking away.

“Very good, little one,” Terry praises, already pleased at how well the omega listens. The life he is about to be introduced to, the skills Terry will teach him about the forest, he will need to be able to listen and not question the alpha.

He can see the blush this causes on the fine bones of the omega’s delicate cheeks.

“We shall be leaving shortly. We have a few hours to travel before we reach our new home and I wish to be there before night fall.”

Winter is here, although the thick of it won’t be for a few weeks, but the days are short as a result.

There are a few things to finalize between the alpha and the priest who heads this church, so Daniel uses this time to say his goodbyes, after making sure this is amenable with his new alpha.

“He is suitable?” The priest asks.

“More than,” Terry agrees. The omega is a beauty, so much so that Terry had been taken aback - such a precious gem hidden out here all these years. While a bit on the thin side, Terry will see to it that he is fattened up with pup in short order.

A quick ceremony is preformed, Daniel given by the church to the alpha, pronounced his lawful wedded omega under god.

A thick silver band slipped on his finger that is brought to the alpha’s mouth and kissed.

Terry wears the same, although it looks much smaller on his own finger.

He directs Terry to his room, his small swaddle of possessions.

“Is this all?” the alpha asks and Daniel nods.

“I am sorry if I cannot offer you more ….”

“You misunderstand. I simply wish to make sure you have everything that could bring you some comfort as you settle into your new home. This is better for us now. To travel light.” The alpha steps forward and Daniel trembles, the alpha looming over him, but then he drops down to one knee. “It is you I sought out, little one. You I want, and you are more than enough.”

They all go outside with him to see them off, his alpha lifting him up on the horse before mounting it himself, just behind Daniel, a strong arm around him as he whispers, “hold on tight.”

The log house is bigger than Daniel has expected, although it doesn’t take long to be shown everything. He notices that, while there are several rooms, there seems to be only one with a bed. He wonders where he will be sleeping.

“I know this must be hard,” the alpha starts, which is an understatement, but he’s remiss of anything else to say really, as they stand in the kitchen, the last part of the house Terry had to show.

Not even half a day has gone by and a strange alpha had shown up and taken Daniel from the only home he has known these last few years, gained a new one, which is also far away from everything he knows, and on top of that, he’s a wedded omega.

A wedded omega.

Meaning.

He has a mate.

He is someone’s mate now.

And he has no idea what that means.

Daniel has never even been on a date and now he is to have a husband.

Has a husband he says to himself. Is a husband. The dying rays of the day glint off the silver band marking him as owned.

“There shall be a period of adjustment,” Terry continues, scenting the mild distress coming off the omega, the events of the day must be catching up to him now that they have finally stilled and it is quiet. “I shall show you everything you will need to know, do not worry. You will also be well taken care of. In all regards.”

Daniel nods, unsure really of what it all means.

“Well, I shall allow you to freshen up and rest. You must be tired.”

The log cabin has a generator, so the water is thankfully warm when Daniel steps into the bathtub. The shower head hangs from the ceiling, the water spilling down like rain, and Daniel lets it wash his tears away.

He remembers the day he was brought to the church, recently orphaned with nothing left and nothing to look forward too, terrified and sad. As always, he shall adapt to this too.

When he emerges, it’s in a shirt too big for him, an old one belonging to the alpha, and the scent of the older man is heavy on it.

They had picked up some new clothes for him, after leaving the church, before departing the town, but the alpha had laid this out in the hopes it would familiarize Daniel with his scent and that that would help him.

Terry stops when Daniel enters the room, his alpha already able to sense that something is wrong with his mate.

Freshly scrubbed but there is a sadness clinging to him, and his eyes look like he had been crying.

Terry knows the day has been a lot on the omega. So many life altering changes, far away from home with a virtual stranger.

His alpha already knows this little mate is his - not just in the legal sense but that Daniel is his true mate - HIS omega. That what Terry thought was only to be a marriage of convenience - which he still had hoped would be happy and love would come in time - will now be so much more because now he knows that Daniel is his destiny. Terry had long since set aside the fairytales fed to him of true mates but now, looking at the his little one in front of him - he knows without a doubt - everything his Mama told him was true.

The shock of the day is preventing Daniel from sensing their bond and maybe it’s also a lack of experience. He’s had a lot to deal with in such a short time and no knowledge of these matter to draw on.

“Come here.”

In the middle of the table is a cake with a single candle.

“Happy birthday,” Terry says.

He had picked the cake up from the local baker before going to collect his new mate, hoping it would help to make a good impression. An omega Terry may have needed but he wanted this to work before he even met Daniel - wanted his omega to be happy. Terry had been wanting for companionship. The loneliness grating on him with each passing year. He would never give up this life but, a mate and some pups under foot, that is what he wished to fill his life and this house. Will fill his life and this house.

Daniel steps forward, a small smile the alpha’s reward, and the delicious scent of suddenly happy omega as he blows it out. Terry cuts off a slice for them both, although the one he hands to Daniel is much bigger.

When they finish it is Daniel who insists on washing up, and it doesn’t take him long to have everything tidy, Terry showing him where things go.

Despite the ride, and not having really eaten all day except the cake, Daniel finds that he isn’t hungry, even when Terry offers some suggestions for their supper. It may be his nerves that holds his hunger, that and, despite the rest on the couch before his shower he yawns loudly, and Terry decides it is better to retire early.

He’ll see the omega starts his day with a big breakfast.

“Where will I be sleeping?” Daniel asks quietly, remembering only seeing the one bed.

Terry places a hand on the small of Daniel’s back, guiding him to their bedroom, misunderstanding the little omega, thinking he simply cannot remember where their bedroom is.

“Is this not your room?” Daniel asks as the alpha leads him inside, confusion clear in his voice.

“It was, but it is yours now as well.”

If his little omega wishes to pick another room, he is free to do so. Maybe it will be symbolic to him, a fresh start to their new life. Omegas see these differently than alphas. Whatever the reason, if this room does not satisfy him, then Terry has no issues to moving their things to another one. He would build on an entirely new one if the little omega wishes. Already the aloha knows, he would do whatever to satisfy his mate; to keep the delicious scent of happy omega.

“I cannot take your room.”

“We will be sharing it,” Terry answers, a bit confused now himself.

“But there is only one bed.”

“Yes, why wouldn’t we share a bed, little one?”

Big brown eyes, wide with shock turn to him.

“This is what married alphas and omegas do?”

Oh, Terry thinks. He’s been looking at this all wrong. He wants to laugh. His boy has no idea how these things work.

He knew the omega was untouched in these regards and would be naive to certain things. The pious ones usually are - but they have some general idea of what goes on after marriage - what is required of them upon their marital bed. His sweet mate though doesn’t even seem to have that. Terry shouldn’t be surprised, given what he was told about the omega. Daniel had been raised for the last several years in the church, away from the alphas and betas, away from temptation and gaining any sort of experience in these matters. The priest had told Terry the omega was a virgin although Terry had declined the priest’s offer of an exam to verify this claim of purity, saying it was not needed. He knew the omega was in full possession of his virtue but, it seems, he has no idea of what is about to happen. Of what marriage will entail.

“Do you know of what happens between omegas and alphas … of my husbandly rights?” He says it gently - already knowing the answer - he just wants to hear it from his mate’s lips.

Daniel looks away. Before leaving this morning he had been told to do as his alpha said - in ALL regards - to please him and that his marital duties would involve him lying down and receiving his alpha.

He had no idea what that meant.

Just that is was apparently one of the most important duties as an omega for him to fulfill - these relations. Or was stressed that Daniel was to please his husband in this regard especially.

A hand on his chin, gentle but insistent forces him to look up at said husband.

“And what do you know of your marital duties? Anything at all?”

“Just that I am to perform them but I am unsure of how to do that ….” he trails off. “I am sorry,” he apologies, truly meaning it, hoping his ignorance is not a disappointment to his husband.

Will Terry get rid of him? He has nowhere to go.

The alpha however, smiles down at him, taking his hand in his, rubbing a thumb along the soft skin.

Because the alpha is overjoyed. Although not a requirement - Terry had simply been looking for an omega to get with pup - so much has changed now, and knowing that no one but him will every have his true mate in this way, pleases the alpha greatly.

Still, with everything that has happened, how overwhelmed Daniel must be, and the fact his mate is clearly nervous even if he has no idea what is to transpire, no, Terry will not have the omega’s lessons in love start off on such a foot.

“There is no need for apologies.”

Daniel relaxes slightly.

“I shall not, however, take my husbandly rights until you are more settled. Until then,” he bends low, bringing the hand cradled in his the rest of the way up to meet his lips, pressing a kiss to it. “I bid you a good night.”

Terry sleeps on the couch that night. And the night after that, and after that.

A week goes by.

The alpha is so kind and gentle with him. Is so patient as he shows Daniel the skills he will need for their life together. Generous too - providing him this warm shelter and more food than he had at the church. Not that his food portions weren’t over abundant - they were due to his benefactor - but there was so many mouths to fed and he would never let the younger pups go without, so he often gave up his to them.

But, his husband is all those things and sometimes, Daniel can’t breathe when he looks upon him he is so handsome.

He feels something he can’t quite put a finger on - much more than fondness.

Then there is the other issue.

Whenever his husband places a hand on him, he feels things. At night, he remembers the feel of his husband’s mouth upon his hand and it makes him squeeze his legs together tight.

Daniel feels he is getting so much and giving so little in return.

His husband deserves much more.

He starts to worry.

Is he not pleasing to his husband?

What will people think? An omega who does not even sleep in the same bed as their husband. An omega who then clearly does not do their marital duties promised to their alpha - promised to their alpha under god!!!

Now what this duties are though …. That is still a mystery. He was told it was the alpha’s right and duty to show him those. He was told that the alpha would not be long showing him, but still, the alpha has not rid Daniel of his ignorance on these matters.

That night in the kitchen, as Daniel prepares supper, Terry cleaning up from the hunt earlier, a soft song playing on the radio, he feels a large hand in his waist, and warm breath on his ear as his husband bends down to ask.

“May I have this dance?”

“Of course,” Daniel smiles, turning to face his husband, wiping his hands on his apron, before placing his hand in the larger one, the two of them waltzing around the kitchen, Terry leading the way.

The flushed look on the omega’s face and how happy he is when the sound ends- Terry leans down and places a chaste kiss to his lips.

Daniel blushes, that feeling deep in his stomach rising up.

They dance well into the night, Daniel being carried to bed, he’s so exhausted.

That night, when he’s in between sleep and waking, Daniel feels a sort of heat between his legs, a wetness when he thinks of his husband’s plush mouth upon his; tracing the outline of his lips with the tips of his fingers, remembering the feel of Terry’s lips pressed to him.

He puts hand to the empty side of the bed, wishing his husband were here filling it.

The next night Daniel takes matters into his own hands, surging up on tip toes, pressing their lips together. This time though, the alpha’s hand on the small of his back presses their bodies together. Daniel gasps when he feels something hard against his belly, Terry taking the opportunity to slip his tongue inside.

The little moan that follows, and the smell of aroused omega has Terry’s alpha roaring, screaming to take the omega

To have what was made his by divine right.

But the little omega does not know what he’s asking for.

Terry steps away and the scent of sorrow fills the room.

Before he can ask, he hears a quiet, “it is alright. I know you do not want me,” Daniel smiles as if to reassure the alpha all is right?!

“Do not want you?!” He repeats, dumbfounded.

Terry wants nothing more.

“Little one, how could you think ….”

“I do not know much but I know an alpha is to lay with their omega in bed and show them things and you have not ….. I wish nothing but to be a good mate and return your generosity …”

Terry growls, and the omega should fill with fear at the sound but he doesn���t. He does shivers at the sound though, the now damp feeling in his underwear becoming familiar.

“You have no idea how much I want you …. How hard it had been not to go in every night and have you … how I can smell your cunt constantly … how ripe it is for the taking … how much it needs an alpha inside filling it …”

Daniel whimpers. The omega inside him responding to the alpha’s tone even if Daniel doesn’t grasp the meaning of the words.

“Do you even know what that means?! To receive an alpha’s love?!” He growls, advancing on his tasty little morsel.

“Will it mean more kisses? I …. l like those,” he says, watching as the alpha approaches him, every hair on the back of his neck and arms standing up, yet he doesn’t feel in danger.

Terry takes Daniel’s hand, placing it on the bulge in his pants.

“That is what it means to receive your alpha’s love.”

He’s picked up now, wrapping his legs around Terry’s waist, ankles crossed at the back, the alpha’s mouth on him practically devouring him.

The throbbing between his legs in unbearable now and he feels so wet down there. Unable to stop himself, body going on instinct, he starts to rubs himself against the alpha’s hard body.

The alphas lips at his neck now and he cries out, his omega place tingling - that hard bulge against where he is throbbing … his omega pleading for something …. And then Terry is gone.

Daniel opens his eyes to see his husband hastily taking herbs he picks and dries from his garden out of various containers, mixing them into a glass of water before handing it to Daniel.

“Drink this first.”

It will prevent conception. Terry wishes selfishly now to have his omega all to himself for a little bit - before getting him with their first pup. He has many fertile years ahead of him, so there is no rush. There may also be something to help him relax, which will only help Terry give him what he’s asking for, even if he doesn’t realize what that is.

No sooner is it finished then the glass is plucked from him, and he’s back in his husband’s arms, being carried to their room.

His husband is unlike anything he has witnessed in their short time together - like a man possessed as he lays Daniel out on the bed, covering his body with his.

The kissing he loves so much, as his leg is pressed up higher against his husband’s side, a large hand practically wrapped around his thigh holding it up.

Terry sits up, removing his shirt and Daniel marvels at the muscle there, how broad his husband is, how small Daniel feels in comparison.

A hand touching his alpha shyly, a large hand over his encouraging him.

They lock eyes, the little omega wetting his lips, a pink tongue on an equally pink mouth.

Daniel’s pants, held up by drawstring are pulled loose, and pulled off on quick succession.

His husband wrapping his arms around his narrow back, lifting him up off the bed slightly, his face pressed to his tummy as he kisses down. His mouth hovering over the omega’s most special place, still covered by his underwear, before leaning down to lick at the damp spot there.

“Alpha,” he moans, bringing his knees up on either side of Terry’s head, his hands grasping long dark hair. Arms wrap around his thighs to keep him in place as his husband eats him out through his underwear. Terry wants to taste bare skin but is too frantic to think straight. Daniel is no better, a stranger to these sensations his husband is inspiring in him. He arches up and the hold on him tightens, crying out as his husband sucks the hard nib of his rosebud pressing against his wet underwear into his mouth.

Sobbing now, a hand pressing against his husband’s broad shoulder, but the alpha growls, pinning the thin arm above Daniel’s head with a hand that wraps easily around the equally slim wrist.

The sound of his underwear being ripped off him, then large hands on his inner thighs holding him open, a finger tracing his seam before spreading his slick folds.

Terry gathers the slick there, easily coating his finger. There’s so much, his little mate so responsive to the slightest touch.

That thick finger gently presses against his entrance.

Terry leans back over, kissing him, distracting him as the finger slips inside. Daniel’s eyes fly open, blunt nails digging into the alpha’s broad back.

Thin chest heaving, hips circling around the thick digit as his husband licks down his throat.

Daniel takes Terry’s face in his hands, kissing him, if only to stop the sinful noises he’s making.

“That’s it. Relax,” Terry whispers against his lips when the kiss breaks, finally able to move his finger in an out, careful not to let the penetration go too deep, away that his omega is more than likely in possession of his precious maidenhead.

Another moan, more drawn out and then a scream as his husband’s thumb finds his rosebud.

Daniel knows now, why they were told never to touch there themselves.

He claws at the bed sheets, something in him mounting …. Something in him ….

He screams, slick erupting out of his omega place, his husband’s bare chest covered in his juices, more squirting out as his husband keeps rubbing his swollen bud, Daniel trying to close his legs, but his alpha denying him.

Finally Terry stops, removing that wicked finger, and Daniel feels his face heat as he comes back to himself, realizing … has he soiled himself in front of his alpha?!

“What?! What was that?”

“That was an orgasm, my love. One of many.”

Terry brings his finger to his mouth, lapping up the juices from his mate’s release, so much that is drips down his hand and wrist down his arm.

“God I Knew your cunt would taste as good as it smells,” Terry growls, and later he’ll sample from the source, but for now, his own needs have to be attended to, now that he has seen to his little mate’s pleasure.

Everything is inviting, the wet glint of his mouth, to his still twitching cunt, and he’ll have it all - take his omega in all the ways he can - but for now, Terry wishes to consumate the marriage - to satisfy his lust and have his omega like that for their first time.

Kissing up the slender body, he balances on one arm, undoing his own pants, drawing his cock out.

Covering Daniel again, his hard length rubbing between where he’s still tingling.

“Alpha,” Daniel questions, more curious than anything

“An omega was made to fit an alpha.”

A finger back inside to test how relaxed he is after his orgasm. The thick finger inside him so welcome, the thumb rubbing his rosebud again, before Terry leans down, sucking it into his mouth, and it’s too much as he comes again, his toes curling, eyes squeezing shut, cunt convulsing around the finger, prolonging the orgasm, his body having something to squeeze around.

The alpha is over him, covering him entirely, Daniel’s legs on either side of him, his body inviting and open.

Terry positions his cock again his mate’s virgin entrance, as wet and as ready as it will ever be to receive him.

“There shall be some discomfort as you are in possession of your virtue, however I shall endeaver to minimize that.”

Daniel realizes then, what they meant by receive your alpha.

He may not have seen his husband’s manhood but he had felt it.

“Alpha …”

“You were made for this. Just relax,” his husband soothes him.

The blunt head kisses the entrance before Terry presses it inside, the fat head stretching the entrance to the omega’s body so that each inch of the thick shaft can slide in, opening the omega up for the first time.

“That’s it open up for your alpha.” Terry rocks his hips gently, cock moving within him, the lithe body easily accepting and moving with the strong thrusts. “Let me have you.”

Daniel does, receiving the alpha deep inside, and the gift of his seed although, there will be no pup, not yet.

He takes to being loved like this beautifully and Terry knows, when the time comes, he will take to being bred just as well.

The other recent mountain man ask

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

A few stories about the Tangerine Tyrant caught my eye today, and they all point to his increasing desperation - so I figured I’d go around the horn and celebrate his continuing dissipation.

First: Criminal Defendant and Adjudicated Rapist Donald Trump yesterday predicted a “bloodbath” if he didn’t get reelected, and the media quickly devolved into outlets condemning his use of violent rhetoric and others - Fox and Newsmax - concern trolling over how he was talking specifically about the automobile industry. So, whatever. If you’re interested in parsing the event along those lines, have at it - but I think there’s a more interesting, deeply indicative phenomenon just below the surface that speaks not just to Trump’s mentality but that of his whole bonkers cult.

If you’re looking for the atavistic pull of Donald Trump on his followers, it’s in his power to do whatever the hell he wants and face no consequences. NO ONE can tell him what to do. NO ONE can keep him from attacking whomever he wants. NO ONE can prevent him from sating his desires. NO ONE.

Now, we know that’s not true - as evidenced by his exile to Mar-a-Lago for the past three years, but it’s part of the mystique. In a lot of ways, it makes sense if you look at his cult following - people who are, by and large, deeply disempowered and enraged at a culture that is stripping away their traditional privileges and social entitlements. They WANT Trump to keep shitting the punch bowl as a sort of wish fulfillment of their own stifled rage. Maybe they can’t rape the woman they want to rape or kill the immigrants they hate for speaking Spanish or Hindi at the Gas-n-Sip – but they sure as hell can dream about it when Trump gives a cross-burner of a speech. That’s all standard form.

But what we saw last night - and in the fascist outrage-trolling today - was something new. It’s been creeping into the 2024 election cycle here and there, but yesterday, it entirely broke through, and it’s this: NOT EVEN TRUMP’S BRAIN IS ALLOWED TO CENSOR TRUMP’S MOUTH WHEN IT COMES TO RAGE AND ANGER.

Look, Trump KNOWS that using words like “bloodbath” is going to cost him non-MAGA voters. He knows that calling people “vermin” is going to hurt his chances of navigating the very narrow path ahead if he hopes to return to the White House. Yet, he can’t stop himself. Trump is unable to act in his own easily achieved best interest if it means not being a monster, and while it’s lamentable that he’s bringing such hatred to our national debate, I encourage him to keep it up.

You be you, Donald!

Every single time you let your id out of its box, it’s like sending America an unsolicited, mushroom-shaped dick-pic. Sure, your fans are going to love it, but the rest of us grossed the fuck out.

So, please! Rage on!

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Second:

Trump’s lawyers in the NYS civil fraud case settlement submitted a filing today that it is “a practical impossibility” for Trump to post a bond for the half-billion dollars he needs to cough up in order to appeal the decision. According to reports, he approached 30 different surety companies, and they all turned him down. Why they would do that might indicate what’s got him tuned to “bloodbath” and “vermin” levels of rage.

It might be a simple point, but it bears a paragraph of explanation.

Most folks who don’t work in the NYC real estate market – or any real estate market – might think, “Hey, he’s a rich guy. Why not just sell a few of those buildings he owns? They’ve gotta be worth a pretty penny.”

Or, alternatively, “Why won’t anyone take Trump Tower as collateral for a loan?”

The simple answer is he doesn’t really OWN any of that shit outright. It’s ALL mortgaged to the hilt. To get a clearer picture of this, let’s look at 40 Wall Street – one of Trump’s “prestige” properties.

The numbers are a bit hard to come by, but an hour of reading suggests that the building is presently worth about $200 million. Mind you, part of the fraud charges – now proven – included his valuation of the building in 2015 at over $750 million, but it’s just not worth that at all.

So, take the $200 million as a starting point and note that Trump’s mortgage on the property, according to a Bloomberg report in November of 2023, stands at $122 million. So, if Trump were to liquidate his stake in the property fully, he’d only net about $78 million – and that is BEFORE the capital gains taxes, NYS taxes, and NYC taxes on the sale. According to a few articles I’ve scanned this evening, that would be up to about 40% of his earnings. That means, even if he drops one of his most precious assets, he would only raise about $50 million.

He owes TEN TIMES that number by next week.

Play that out another round, and realize that if Trump tried to sell ten or twenty office buildings in NYC all at once, the price of ALL of them would plummet to fire-sale prices.

He’s fucked. Moreover, he knows it and is desperate to find a way out.

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This brings us to news item number three: The Return of Paul Manafort.

News leaked today that Trump is considering bringing convicted felon and former campaign manager Paul Manafort back into his 2024 bid for the White House. Manafort, primarily due to his complete lack of a moral center, would be a tremendous asset for Trump. He’s a solid political operative, but what he REALLY brings to the table is a direct line back to the Russian oligarchy and their money. That, obviously, is an enormous threat to national security, and I’ve got to hope that the intelligence services in DC and around the world will be on heightened alert for any covert – or overt – entreaties to Putin or his cronies for a loan. I’ve got to hope there are ways of making such entreaties known to the public through selective leaks if nothing else.

But that brings us back to observation number one.

Trump knows that going to Putin for help with his financial difficulties if it becomes known, would be a dagger to the heart for his chances of returning to the White House. Yet, if I’m right, he will be unable to stop himself when it comes to finding a fix for his hemorrhaging empire. His brain will tell him this is a terrible idea, but it won’t matter. NO ONE is allowed to stop Donald Trump from doing whatever the hell he wants to do – not even Donald Trump.

In 1776, James Otis, a thoughtful supporter of the Revolutionary War, noted about politics, “When the pot boils, the scum will rise.”

Trump is proving that to be true, even when there’s only one evil, arrogant, rapist bastard in the soup. He’s so screwed.

Love to you all.

Michael J. Tallon

[eternalroo76]

Hey all, you've probably noticed I've been using Tumblr way less this year. I've just reached a point in my life where I can't and don't want to keep up with all these fuckin websites anymore lmao. I'm most active on Bluesky now that twit is completely unbearable. Here's a link to my account, and as always I try to keep my directory post updated with where I'm most active at any given time

We are all doing well, although we've been super busy this past year. Rob's mom Eily passed away about a year ago now. Helping his sister handle the estate while we all mourn and grieve has been kind of crazy. I ended up sorting through Eily's entire doll collection last winter to identify what to donate, what to sell, and what to keep. This really helped me to move through the stages of grief and help part out their most special and custom dolls to family members who wanted them. I miss Eily so badly. Every day I see at least one thing I wish I could show them, like a song or a video or some art they would love. I'm really happy we were able to heal our bond and have a good and fun relationship again in the years before they passed

In the end, we are currently selling the pink walled condo we owned with Eily. We did have all the walls painted a more neutral color in order to sell though lol. The wives and I moved a little further out to a really nice townhouse in the suburbs. It's SO quiet, y'all. I actually feel myself physically healing faster here whenever my vertigo and/or hyperacusis get activated. Hoagie and Yaya LOVE it and they're crazy about the stairs. Hoagie has quickly become more assertive and less anxious. Yaya is an even cuddlier princess. I included a pic above of them exhibiting some ~twinergy~ in the new place

Anyway thanks for reading❤️ I'm happy to have been able to connect with most of y'all still on Bluesky and IG. It hasn't felt like I've abandoned everybody. But I wanted to give a little update since I did spent a lot of my 20s on here posting and sorting through my health issues, trauma, and general crazy shit that went on lmao

[piggyinthemiddle]

🌸🥡🔥🎯

🌸 What's your favorite soft part of your body?

>> Definitely my underbelly. I love how soft and sagging it feels, especially during belly plays. Though I'm kinda loving how soft my arms are getting, too..

🥡 What's the most you've ever eaten in one sitting?

>> The sitting was relatively long but I had a "stuffing-flash" a few weeks ago where I basically ate whatever I could find in my fridge (leftovers, 6 or 7 yoghurts, ect.) and then ordered two sorts of takeaway. I remember it being around 40 bucks worth of McDonalds and two boxes of chicken & rice from some random Indian restaurant here. Ate all of that within like 90 minutes and couldn't even get up from the couch afterwards. I should've taken a pic to show how much it was Fr, but my brain was only focused on getting as fat as possible, as quickly as possible. 😅 sorry!

🔥 What's your current favorite feedist/weight gain fantasy?

>> Ohh.. being funnel fed into a pile of lard while being stuck in some kind of bath tub or another tight place. 🫡🫡🫡🔥

🎯 If you could target your next weight gain anywhere, where would it be?

>> Goes hand in hand with the first question : My lower belly. I'm just addicted to how low its hanging and how much fat I'm storing in my gut compared to the rest of my body, and I want it to get even more.

[flecksey]

100% Clears 2024

Since I've already done a few so far I'm gonna start a somewhat belated collection of 100% clears in games for the year. I've long since become a sicko for this sort of thing and I'd like to catalogue exactly what it took for me to get 100%, guides and all

I nearly forgot because it was so early in the year, but I suppose this technically counts for my first clear: AI: The Somnium FIles

I made sure to finish the Zero Escape games before this one, so ZTD might really be my first clear here but whatever. This game was pretty dang good, definitely more cohesive than the later zero escapes by virtue (lol) of taking place in a new world. Didn't quite hit the highs of 999 for me but Uchikoshi seems to always at least put on a fun show.

Replaying the action sequences and interrogations to do them perfectly was a little tedious but it was great getting them right the first time. I also had to look up one achievement that simply involved investigating something early on in the game (not to mention completing the Appendix), but overall a pretty breezy clear that I had mostly finished by the end of the story.

Next up is my first Zelda of the year: Link's Awakening for the Game Boy, no DX included.

I went with the original here to truly go in release order because it's the moral thing to do. I actually ended up enjoying it more than Link to the Past, due in part to it being far less obtuse than that game. Easily the best Game Boy game I've played, it honestly holds up even today imo.

That said there were still a couple stinker heart pieces, namely one arbitrarily hidden in a moat underwater and another past a completely unhinted bombable wall that I had to look up. Still, it gets points for actually having more shells than you need to get the upgraded sword. The trade quest is also delightful and not too difficult with the boomerang being a great reward, though that being the case isn't quite apparent at first.

Afterwards I continued with my Zelda conquest, completing Ocarina of Time on my friends' N64 while I stayed with them. Sadly I didn't get a picture of this one, maybe I'll edit one in later if I can get them to take a pic.

Anyways, what is there to say about this game? A true classic that I really enjoyed playing for the first time (though I had played Ocarina 3D) No real complaints, just a fun time the whole way through if you play it normally.

100% is kind of a lot though, huh? 100 skulltulas on top of all the regular stuff, there's no way you're getting this done without looking something up. For me I entirely forgot the purpose of the bottle bugs which locked me out of 9 skulltulas, as well as some bullshit grapple points that prevented me from getting another 2 AND a heart piece. I probably never would have figured out the big poe quest for the fourth bottle either, but oh well. It was still a great time.

After that I fell off the Zelda train and didn't complete another game until Celeste 64 came out!

A delightful little game that has pretty jank movement at times but is honestly fantastic for what it is (a free game made in like a week). I wouldn't mind a fully fledged 3D Celeste like this but with more time put into the movement, though I can't say I expect anything like that.

A pretty breezy clear that still left me scratching my head at one strawberry, which ended up being a platforming puzzle where you had to eliminate all of a set of disappearing platforms. A little obtuse for sure, though I gave up kind of quickly because I was following along with a stream. I'm still happy that I found all the others on my own.