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[kentocidal]

lucky winner

users: piercer!bakugou x afab!fem!reader x tattoo artist!kirishima

internal warnings: descriptions of needles/tattoos/piercings as they occur, long fic, wow there's plot in this!, consensual threeway, established krbk, oral (m and f!receiving), piv, spit, size kink, light dacryphilia, spitroasting, inaccurate positioning, ask to tag

internal notes: three way won the poll so i went ham. my fault og. final word count somehow came to 5.2k ish.

new notifications: @kaedescara

you stared blankly at the notification on your phone, wide-eyed and jaw agape. you blinked slowly, rubbed a hand down your face, and then clicked your phone off and back on again. the screen lit back up to your screensaver and the single notification that sat covering it. ‘@sincitytattoojp tagged you in their story! check it out!’

you looked up from your phone to your friend, who you now realized was calling your name and snapping her fingers. “uh, hello? earth to y/n? what’s going on? did your ex message you or something?”

“i think i won something.” you mumbled, turning your phone to show your friend. she furrowed her brows together and took your phone from your hand, studying the notification before cracking a grin. 

“is this that tattoo parlor in tokyo that you keep talking about hypothetically going to?” she laughed as she punched in your passcode and opened up instagram, pressing on the icon to the parlor’s instagram story.

you were quick to snatch your phone back to watch the story yourself, raising the volume on your phone to hear it. it was a video of someone’s hand reaching into a very full fishbowl of printed instagram handles, pulling out a tiny piece of paper and unfolding it to reveal your instagram username. the caption read in big red lettering, “congrats to @[y/n] for winning the human canvas raffle. reply to this post by midnight to schedule your slot.”

you swallowed thickly and looked up at your friend. “i won the fucking raffle. i won the nine hour session.”

your friend sucked in a breath before laughing and lifting her glass to you. “godspeed, soldier.”

you looked back down at your phone and clicked back to rewatch your name be pulled from the bowl. you had entered the contest on a whim – you hadn’t expected to win. you had reposted the parlor’s picture and tagged your three closest friends to enter a bid into becoming a human canvas for a day, i.e. getting tattooed and pierced until you tapped out. the parlor owners couldn’t seem to decide on whether to call it the human canvas contest or the no mercy challenge, not that it mattered. both fit the bill to describe what you had just won.

you swiped up on the story.

you: i dont know whether to be terrified or excited.

@sincitytattoojp: both, sweetheart. sign this and get it back to us [1 attachment]

you had gone through an extensive back and forth that night, printing and signing and scanning different waivers and papers to ensure that you would be able to handle an entire day of sitting in a chair getting poked and prodded with needles and getting art permanently printed on your skin forever. you were grateful that they took so much precaution in ensuring you were well aware of the situation you were putting yourself in, and getting ample consent confirmed ahead of time. you already felt comfortable as you stepped off the train in tokyo and started towards the shop.

sin city tattoo and body art. the small tattoo shop had garnered a massive following around the globe for the gorgeous work that consistently poured from the studio. the artists had never shown their faces on their page, but it was clearly just a two man show. sometimes one of them would film the other doing their newest piece on a client they handpicked from the waiting list, and it was clear that the two were a little more than close friends. 

you trusted their work. you were a new client, obviously, but after following their page for over a year, you knew you would be okay with going through with this. you were just… inexperienced. you had a tiny tattoo of a butterfly on your ankle and your ears double pierced in the lobes, but that was it.

you rounded the corner and saw the neon sign over the glass doors to the shop, the shutters pulled down. you took a deep breath and tried the door, mildly surprised that it opened up. a tiny bell chimed over your head as you stepped inside.

the shop was small, but it was clean. absolutely pristine. for a tattoo shop called sin city, you were expecting a bit more of a grunge theme, not exactly the creamy white walls littered with black picture frames of flash art available for purchase, a tall cabinet filled with various jewelry for fresh piercings, plants in the corners surrounding two chairs that were supposedly for a waiting area. there was a tall partition behind the front desk, and the shop stretched backward, most likely leading to a tattoo chair and then a piercing table, respectively. 

you stood awkwardly by the front door, gripping your bag in front of you. you had brought a few little snacks and some water in preparation for being there all day. you shuffled your feet as you heard footsteps coming up from the back of the shop, and suddenly you were reconsidering your outfit choice. you had tried to be helpful by going with a tight spaghetti strap tank top and a high riding skirt, knowing that you would probably need to shuffle clothes around during the course of the day.

your thoughts got clogged almost immediately when a brick wall of a man rounded the partition, scratching the back of his neck and staring down at you with big red eyes that looked curious, almost playful. he had to have been at least six-five, looming over you with broad shoulders and bulky arms that were covered in tattoos that went all the way down to his knuckles. his red hair was tied half-up half-down, the black roots at his forehead showing through.

you gaped at him like a fish out of water, face starting to feel warm as he glanced you up and down, and then smiled, revealing a wide set of sharp sharklike teeth. “aye, kats! i think she’s here!” he called over his shoulder before stepping behind the front desk. “you’re our pretty contest winner, right?”

“uh-”

“my name’s eijirou kirishima. i’m the main tattoo guy here.” he grinned at you, boyish and peppy, and it stifled your nerves somewhat as you returned the smile, but you were flustered beyond belief. you had seen the videos of him tattooing, you knew at least that his hands were big, but not the rest of him.

“ah, yeah, hi. i’m y/n. it’s nice to see your fsce for once.” you giggled nervously, and he laughed and nodded.

“yeah, we’re not all about showing who we are online. the page got too big, tokyo’s a big place, we don’t want the extra attention, yknow?” he smiled warmly at you as he bent down and shuffled through some paperwork under the desk, pulling it out and gesturing for you to come closer. “i know we already got a lot of your stuff online, but this is the last waiver. pretty much a final agreement that we get to do whatever we want to your body until you either tap out, or the clock hits six, whichever comes first.” 

you made a little squeaking noise at his phrasing, glancing at his face as he just continued to smile. he fumbled around for a pen and held it out to you, and you reached to take it, but he snatched it back and leaned across the desk. “just so you know, you can say stop at any time. we’re not forcing you to be here. if you say no to an idea, we won’t do it. stuff like that. okay?”

you blinked at him. he seemed so genuine, really making sure he was thorough in his explanations of the paperwork and of your position in this. it helped you take a deep breath and nod. “i know. i’m all good.”

“awesome. you seem like a real trooper.” he chuckled in a deep, rumbly voice, and finally held the pen back out to you. 

you took it, your soft fingers brushing over his rough skin and making you feel like your hand was alight in flames. you signed your name at the bottom of the form, dated it, and slid it back across the desk to kirishima. he just grinned at you and shoved the paper into the desk again.

“bakugou! come on, man! she’s all good!” kirishima leaned his head around the partition, and you jumped slightly when the familiar voice of kirishima’s partner sounded from the back of the shop.

“i fucking heard you the first time, i’m not fucking deaf!”

“well, just hurry up!” kirishima laughed and turned back to you. “sorry, he’s a real stickler for making sure his spot is all clean. i’m clean, but he’s a neat freak.”

“who’re you calling a neat freak, red?” a slightly shorter man stepped out from down the hallway, and again you felt your breath catch in your throat.

he was still tall, but far more intimidating in his black wife beater and jeans. he took off his mask that had been covering the lower half of his face, revealing a nose piercing and snake bites around plush lips. his fluffy blonde hair was standing up in all the right places, piercing red eyes looking your form up and down as he cracked his knuckles. his arms were littered patchwork-style, much different than kirishima’s full sleeves, and he clearly liked to hit the gym seven days a week.

you gulped and shifted your weight as bakugou’s eyes drifted over you. “name’s katsuki bakugou. you’ve already met red. didya sign the form?”

“uh, yes. all of the forms.”

“great.” his eyes locked on yours. clearly, this guy was all about professionalism and business, at least while he was on the clock. then he turned his head to kirishima. “so, where did you want to start her?”

you found yourself laid down on your chest, head turned to the side to stare at bakugou’s back as he organized something off to the side. music was playing, but you could hardly hear it over the buzzing of the tattoo gun and the weight of kirishima’s hand on your back.

you chewed on your lip as you felt the needle trace over the skin of your lower back, occasionally lifting to get more ink, only to return and start the ministrations over again. it wasn’t an easy spot to get ink done; tramp stamps were adorable and sexy, but the skin on that part of a person’s back is notoriously thin. despite this, however, you always found the pain to be… enjoyable. 

you felt kirishima’s free hand slide over to the middle of your back, splaying out, applying some pressure to get a better angle as he leaned over you. if he wasn’t wearing a mask, you would be able to feel his warm breaths fanning out against your sensitive skin. your eyes fluttered and you did your best not to move as your neurons fired over the sheer size of his hand against your back. splayed out like that, his fingertips were on one side and the heel of his hand almost felt like it was on the other. perhaps your perception was being warped on account of the buzzing needle poking your back, but you couldn’t be entirely sure.

kirishima added more pressure even as the needle lifted away from your skin, pushing you down into the bed, making you squeak softly. bakugou’s head turned briefly to you, glinting in the white overhead lighting almost devilishly, before turning away again.

“so,” kirishima’s low voice made you flinch slightly, having been entranced by the weight of him looming over your form, “i don’t really see any ink on you. is this your first time?” you heard him chuckle into his mask as he waited for you to relax again, his thumb rubbing circles into your skin to calm you down, before pressing the needle down again. “sorry, didn’t mean to scare you, hun.”

you felt like some kind of high schooler talking about her virginity. “it’s- it’s fine. no, it’s not my first, but it’s my first big one. i’ve got a little one on my ankle.”

“your ankle?” he repeated, still pressing the needle to your skin and definitely coloring a shape in. “who did that for you? wasn’t us.”

“right, yeah.” you giggled slightly, really trying not to move as you wiggled the foot that held the little tattoo. “just an old friend who was an apprentice somewhere else.”

“ankle’s a rough place for a first tattoo,” grumbled bakugou, finally turning towards you and sitting down in a chair a little ways away, manspreading in your peripheral. “how’d you sit for that?”

“it hurt, but i liked it.” you mumbled back honestly, glancing back when you felt kirishima put the tattoo gun down and reach with a gloved hand towards your ankle, bending your leg at the knee to study the work.

“hm. it’s real cute on you, but i would’ve done it a little different.” his thumb brushed over the tattoo, over the thin skin of your ankle, sending a spike of heat through your body. “i could touch it up later.” he guided your leg back down and brushed his hand over the back of your thigh briefly before picking his tattoo gun back up and reapplying that heavy pressure to your back again.

“yeah, okay…” you murmured breathily, feeling small underneath kirishima’s weight and the power of bakugou’s gaze where he was staring at you, at kirishima, at how kirishima’s hands left indents in your skin as he worked.

your mouth felt like it was full of cotton, your head feeling like all the blood had drained from it and gone south. you shouldn’t be thinking like this, feeling like this, not while effectively getting stabbed thousands of times per minute.

bakugou hummed as he stood up again to get within your line of sight. “you said you liked the pain, huh? you one of those weird people that gets a high off of getting ink done?”

you felt your face burst with heat, unable to move as you opened your mouth and stammered. kirishima chuckled behind his mask.

“don’t tease, kats.”

“‘m not teasin’. i was just sayin’ that i agree with her.” bakugou smirked at you before stepping around the wall to go get a water from the fridge.

kirishima’s free hand slid from your middle back to just above your ass, his thumb rubbing into the fabric of your tight skirt as he worked.

“you’re sitting really well for this, doll. ‘m proud. probably one of my favorite things to do is back tattoos. especially these.”

you hummed softly in the back of your throat, probably mumbling a thank you that just made him laugh again.

you didn’t say anything when his free hand squeezed your ass as he leaned back to get more ink in the gun.

kirishima had spread the second skin across your pretty new tramp stamp with precision, making sure it wouldn’t wrinkle or peel away until your tattoo was healed. you were given a snack of chips and a bottle of water to recuperate while bakugou prepped his area, pulling on a mask and snapping black latex gloves over his hands. “so, how ya feelin’?”

“good,” you took a breath as you capped your water, sitting quietly on the tattoo bench and waiting to move to the piercing table. “ready to move on, i guess.”

“hope you don’t mind, but i took some photos when red was doing you.” he glanced over his shoulder, and you smiled and waved it off.

“i don’t mind at all. my friend didn’t believe me when i said i was actually gonna come.”

“that so?” bakugou cocked a brow, his mouth hidden behind the black mask. “anyway, what’re you thinking for this next bit? industrial? nose?”

“ah.” you shifted on the bench, glancing away from him as kirishima rounded the corner. “i was, uh. i was thinking i could get my… i could get my nipples pierced first? get the worst ones out of the way?”

kirishima blinked once and immediately shot a look to bakugou, who made eye contact. it was like telepathy; there was a silent exchange between them before bakugou nodded and waved for you to step over. “sure, whatever. it’s definitely not the worst pain, though.”

“really?” you stood on jelly legs and walked over to the piercing bench, sitting down in front of bakugou, who pulled a chair over to sit.

“mhm. worst i would say for a girl is the clitoral hood.”

you flushed and shook your head. “no thanks. i think i’ll stick to this for now.”

“okay.” bakugou sat back in his chair, staring at you. you stared back, tilting your head. bakugou furrowed his brows and clicked his tongue, making an ‘up’ motion with two fingers. only then did it click that you needed to take your shirt off.

you looked around as you started to tug your tank top up, looking over at kirishima, who was leaning against the wall with fascination. “ah, sorry! if you really want, i can leave.”

“no! no, it’s fine.” you shook your head, and finally got the courage to lift your tank top up and over your head. in preparation for this, you had simply forgone your bra in the morning.

you were left in just your skirt and panties, essentially. kirishima hummed low in his throat, earning him a glare from bakugou. you felt like you were on fire when bakugou reached a hand out to your shoulder. “lay back. slow.”

you shuddered under his grasp and laid back on the table, bringing your feet up and bending your knees to be a little more comfortable. your nipples pebbled and hardened from the cold air of the parlor.

bakugou studied your tits with an intense gaze, clearly focused on his job in a way that kirishima was not. where kirishima was flirty, groping and grabbing, bakugou was cold and practiced.

“so this is gonna go something like this. one of these is gonna hurt more than the other. when i tell you, you gotta breathe in, and then breathe out all at once. it’ll make the pain a little easier to handle.”

“okay.”

“i’ll be quick, but we gotta do one at a time.” he grabbed a skin safe marker and finally his hands reached for one of your tits, rubbing his thumb into the skin as he marked where the needle would enter and exit. you felt like you were shaking, being grabbed and examined in such a professional manner.

“you can’t have any fuckin’ saliva or jizz or whatever touch these till they’re fully healed, you got that?”

you squeaked, almost jumping in surprise at his words, before laughing and shaking your head. “no worries there.”

“you sure?” bakugou tilted his head, eyebrow raised, and kirishima laughed as he walked over towards the bench.

you didn’t get a chance to answer bakugou, because kirishima was by your head, offering his massive hand to you. “you can squeeze my hand so you don’t pass out.”

you looked up at him through your lashes, squirming on the bench as bakugou squeezed your tit. you didn’t answer, just reaching your hand up to hold onto kirishima’s. his hand was large, warm, and so rough. you wanted to feel his-

“alright sugar. take a deep breath in for me.”

you sucked in a breath through your teeth, and then suddenly a white hot pain shot through your body, something never experienced before. your vision whited out and you may or may not have cried out and dug your nails into kiri’s hand, gripping it tightly.

your head swam as you were encouraged to breathe, and then to breathe in again as the wide bar was slipped through the new piercing. you yelped and jerked on the table, making bakugou put his gloved hand flat between your tits to try and ground you. “relax, brat. stay fucking still. gotta get this stupid ball on.”

“aw, she’s cryin’.” kiri chuckled and rubbed his thumb over your knuckles. your cheeks did feel wet as the pain subsided slowly. you whimpered as bakugou leaned away from you and reached to grab another needle package and the second bar.

“one more, drama queen. you can do it. just one more.”

“already?” you whined, shaking your head at him as he scooted his chair closer to get a better angle on your other nipple.

you did not get a chance to beg for mercy. “breathe in deep, good fuckin’ girl.”

you screamed this time. bakugou had been right, one hurt more than the other. your head felt so light all of a sudden, your vision blurring as you gripped kirishima’s hand like a vice and shook. your breath punched out of you when the bar was pushed through and the little ball at the end was screwed on.

you stared up at the ceiling and tried to get your bearings as kirishima let go of your hand to pet your hair and keep it away from your tears. “you did it, pretty girl. you got it. just breathe. did such a great job, yeah?”

you gathered your thoughts together as you listened to bakugou get up and take his gloves and his mask off, tossing them away, ever the professional. he walked back over to where you were laying and held up a mirror over you to show you your new jewelry. the sight made the pain worth it; your nipples, perky and red and hard, glittering with bars pushed through.

“what do ya think?” bakugou cocked his head at you, and you let out a deep breath.

“they look… really nice.”

“really sexy, more like.” kirishima chuckled over you as he openly ogled your chest.

you made a noise of surprise, which was immediately followed by your voice getting caught in your throat when bakugou’s free hand moved to start rubbing up and down your thigh. “you okay?”

“y-yeah.”

“you need a break?”

“i think so.”

bakugou nodded and looked to kirishima, who broke into a grin and bent over you just a little, his voice dropping an octave. “let’s take a nice long break, then, huh doll? you think you might wanna relax a bit with us? take your mind off the pain?”

“what?” you shifted to sit up on your elbows, wincing from the pain in your chest, looking between them.

kirishima laughed, “come on, doll. i know you didn’t come in here wearing just that tiny skirt for nothin’.”

“you can say no.” bakugou’s hand moved off your thigh, clearly the more level headed of the two. “we’ll take a break and come back in a half hour to keep going-“

“wait.” you flushed and put up a hand to make him shut up, glancing between them. “you’re not- together?”

“well, yeah, fucking obviously we are,” bakugou rolled his eyes at you while kiri chuckled, “but if we see a hot chick, we’re not gonna say no.”

“true.” kiri was practically purring.

they were standing over you, broad shoulders and tattooed hands and muscle, red eyes honed in on your shirtless form, and for some reason you allowed your inhibitions to fall away.

you took a deep breath and pouted. “just don’t make me get an infection on my new piercings.”

“never.” bakugou cracked his first real grin, foxlike and dirty, already moving back down towards your legs to start pushing your knees apart. you sat up a bit more, onto your hands, sucking in a breath when the bench dipped under bakugou’s added weight as he pushed your knees far apart and revealed your plain cotton panties with an obvious wet spot in the crotch, your pussy throbbing with the realization.

bakugou hummed as he slid rough fingertips down the insides of your thighs. “look at that shit, red. she’s already soaked. got this pretty pussy all needy even after pokin’ her.”

“figured as much. she was all spaced out during her tat.” kiri’s meaty hand slipped around the column of your throat, practically engulfing it in one palm as he turned your head to make you look up at him.

you gasped, and kirishima’s mouth came crashing down onto yours; he had to practically crouch to get even close to you where you were sitting. your hands flew up to his hair, body twisting slightly as bakugou started to work his fingers along your hips to further push your skirt up around them.

you felt yourself start to whimper as bakugou pushed your panties to the side and slipped two fingers through your wet folds. you shook and moaned as his fingers skillfully rubbed slow circles into your clit, making your hips jerk.

kiri laughed against your lips and squeezed his hand slightly around the column of your throat, pulling away from your mouth to look at your dazed expression. “lay back, doll.”

he guided you back to lay on the bench again, letting go of your throat only for a moment to start unbuckling his belt. “kats, i’m takin’ her mouth first, mkay?”

“hm?” bakugou glanced up from where he was licking his lips, about to press his nose to your pussy. “oh, yeah sure whatever. i’m getting a taste first.”

“someone’s got an oral fixation.”

“shut the fuck up, you red-haired loser.”

you felt yourself start to giggle at their interactions, but suddenly there were lips wrapped tightly around your cliff and a fat cock hanging over your face, drooling with pre.

you swallowed as your mouth practically started to water. your head was spinning as bakugou worked his tongue against your clit, a finger starting to push its way into your right, wet heat. you moaned and felt your eyes flutter, fingers curling into the sides of the piercing bench. “ah, i-i don’t know if i can fit-“

“shh. all you gotta do is swallow. can you try just the tip?” kiri cocked his head at you, suddenly all puppy eyes as he stroked his cock to his boyfriend eating you out.

you whimpered and nodded. how could you say no? you ground your hips against bakugou’s face as your lips parted, and kirishima pushed just the fat head of his cock past them with a low groan.

you felt full. bakugou started to push a second finger into your weeping hole, drool and your juices dripping down his chin and dotting the bench as he ate you out and found the spongy spot within you that made your back arch off the bench, knees attempting and failing to snap shut around his head. bakugou growled against your pussy, unhappy with you disturbing his meal.

you couldn’t respond what with kirishima shallowly thrusting into your mouth, working inch after inch into you. you felt his heady tip hit the back of your throat as your head hung down over the edge of the bench, and you coughed and sputtered.

“shh, careful, careful. breathe.” his hand returned to your throat, feeling the way he slipped further and further in. his balls hung down in your face as he started to effectively fuck your throat, groaning when you whined around him.

you did your best to suck his cock, slobbering and drooling down your cheeks as your eyes rolled back when bakugou removed his mouth and rubbed circles into your clit with his thumb. “she tastes fuckin’ good.”

“yeah? y’think so?”

“yeah,” bakugou breathed out, almost like an offering, and as he pulled his fingers out of your wet pussy, he shoved them directly into kirishima’s mouth.

kiri groaned loudly and sucked on bakugou’s fingers with the eagerness of a dog, gripping your throat with one hand and bakugou’s wrist in the other. he made sure bakugou’s fingers were clean before letting go and rolling his hips against your face. “shit.”

“mhm.” bakugou was panting as he hurriedly fussed with his jeans, shoving them down enough to get his cock free. it was difficult, positioning himself on the bench, but he made it work as he slapped his tip against your clit.

you cried out and gagged again on kirishima’s fat cock, gurgling pathetically while they both laughed at you.

“poor babydoll,” bakugou hissed, pressing his tip to your entrance, “she can hardly breathe, eiji.”

“she’s doin’ a good fucking job. i can feel how deep i am in her throat.”

“i can fuckin’ see that.” bakugou snapped right back before taking a deep breath and sinking so slowly into your pussy.

your walls fluttered around his cock as he sheathed himself inside you, one hand gripping your hip dangerously tight and the other reaching to grab for kirishima’s free hand. “fuck, red, she feels so fucking tight.”

“if- if you think her pussy’s tight, wait till you feel her throat.” kiri panted lowly as he grabbed his boyfriend’s hand over you.

you felt like an object, a plaything, lightheaded and so, so full, almost screaming when they both started to fuck into you at once; they were slightly off pace, both focused on their own pleasure, chasing their highs and smothering you all the while.

kirishima’s hand slid from your throat to the middle of your chest, a compressing weight that left you truly breathless as his balls practically smacked into you. you did your best to try and suck his cock, really, you did, but it was so difficult when bakugou was bullying your pussy and making you shake and cry out.

kirishima was the first to falter, his hips starting to jerk erratically as your vision blurred from tears of pleasure. “oh fuck yeah, fuck, ‘m gonna cum-“

“already? pathetic.” bakugou snapped, only egging kirishima on and making him whine as he tossed his head back and came deep in your throat, making you gag and choke.

he didn’t pull out until the thick, heady ropes of his cum were seated on your tongue, taking a step back to let his fat cock slap wetly against his thigh. it was clear, then, that his refractory period was short; he was already at half mast again as he watched bakugou fuck you into the bench, hiking one of your legs up around his waist to get deeper.

you cried out loudly, voice ragged and ruined as bakugou’s thumb returned to your clit.

“come on pretty girl, lemme feel you cum around my fuckin’ cock first. come on. i know you’re close. i can feel ya squeezin’ me in. shit, baby, fucking cum for me.”

your back arched off the table and your eyes rolled back as you came hard around his cock, your vision going white as you jerked and spasmed on the table. bakugou moaned and dropped his head forward, holding on until the last second when he could pull out and cum all over your twitching cunt, jerking himself off all the way. thick ropes of cum splattered against your skin and made you shiver, all parts of you sensitive.

kirishima, cock still out and hard again, stepped over to swipe his fingers through your pussy and get a taste of yours and bakugou’s cum, groaning deep in his throat as he pressed an almost chaste kiss to bakugou’s cheek. “you wanna fuck her throat next?”

“fuck yes i do.”

[busyw0man]

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(USFT! a list of intimate/kinky prompts. your muse = sender, my muse = receiver. add "+ reverse" to reverse the roles. adjust freely to suit your muses.)

[ mirror ] your muse fucks mine in front of a full-length mirror, forcing them to watch every second

[ candle ] your muse pours hot wax over my muse’s chest, thighs, or other sensitive areas, grinning at every flinch

[ blindfold ] my muse blindfolds yours, teasing them with toys, ice, tongue—never letting them guess what’s next

[ massage ] what starts as an innocent massage turns into your muse teasing every erogenous zone until mine begs

[ edging ] your muse brings mine to the edge over and over until they’re a sobbing, trembling mess

[ bodypaint ] our muses paint on each other’s bodies—then fuck the designs into a blur

[ hot tub ] your muse grinds into mine under the bubbling surface, hand wrapped around their throat, lips on their ear

[ games ] strip poker turns into strip dares—followed by toys, spanking, or oral under the table

[ car ] your muse bends mine over the car hood and takes them right there, fogging the windows with every moan

[ roleplay ] boss/employee, priest/sinner, captor/prisoner—our muses go deep into a twisted fantasy

[ mile high ] your muse drags mine into a plane bathroom and fucks them against the wall while covering their mouth

[ vibrations ] your muse uses an app-controlled vibrator in public, pushing mine to the brink during a serious event

[ tapes ] our muses record themselves from multiple angles and rewatch the filth together afterward

[ bondage ] wrists bound, legs spread—your muse takes what they want while mine is completely helpless

[ chocolate ] chocolate, whipped cream, fruits—your muse eats it all off my muse’s naked, trembling body

[ voyeur ] my muse watches your muse ruin someone else—and begs to be next

[ gloryhole ] your muse gets serviced by mine anonymously through a wall, only revealed at the end

[ cinema ] our muses go to an adult movie theater and do everything but watch the screen

[ asleep ] your muse slowly teases mine awake, using their mouth until they moan themselves conscious

[ whip ] your muse flogs mine with a crop, paddle, or whip, counting every strike and kissing every mark

[ medical ] your muse plays the strict doctor, using gloves and toys to “inspect” my muse thoroughly

[ cleaning ] your muse eats their own cum out of mine like it’s the sweetest thing they’ve ever tasted

[ ice ] ice dragged across nipples, between thighs, down spines—your muse uses cold as punishment and pleasure

[ pegging ] my muse bends your muse over and wrecks them with a strap until they’re whining for more

[ watch ] my muse is caught watching your muse touch themselves—and now they have to help

[ restrain ] my muse cuffs yours to the bed and uses them like a toy, unrelenting

[ breath play ] your muse chokes mine just enough to make them dizzy and desperate

[ dressing room ] our muses sneak into a dressing room, one of them riding the other while trying to stay quiet

[ control ] your muse is given full access to my muse’s body for the night—no rules, no resistance

[ public ] your muse fingers mine under a table, in a club, on a train—wherever people might see

[ shower ] steamy sex in a slippery shower, complete with hair pulling and wall-slammed kisses

[ underwear ] my muse discreetly removes their panties and slips them into your muse’s pocket at dinner

[ threesome ] our muses invite someone (or something) else to join—two mouths, two hands, and no mercy

[ stimulation ] while your muse receives oral, they use a vibrator on mine until they’re crying from overstimulation

[ ball gag ] your muse gags mine and fucks them until they can’t even remember their own name

[ porn ] our muses watch something filthy together—then recreate it

[ phone sex ] miles apart but connected by moans, words, and dirty commands—until they both explode

[ machine ] my muse is strapped to a fucking machine, moaning while your muse watches—or directs the pace

[ spit roast ] my muse is taken from both ends—your muse in front, someone else (or a toy) behind

[ dinner ] your muse fingers mine at a formal dinner, keeping eye contact the entire time

[starkeymeow]

chrysanthemums ₍₁₎

drew starkey x reader zombie apocalypse au

— “you’re the gun in my lips that will blow my brains out.”

content: zombie apocalypse, death, violence, guns, lowkey actor!drew x camp counselor!reader in an apocalypse, drew saving reader & reader being stubborn asfuck i fear

authors note: me after rewatching twd asf LMAO im on s6. if u wanna be added to the tag list for this upcoming series, feel free to lmk thru replies, anons, dms, or reblogs !!

next

drew steps into the house, its rotting frame creaking under his weight. the walls sag like old men, peeling wallpaper revealing layers of neglect beneath, as if countless lives have been lived and lost within these confines.

he shuts the door behind him, careful not to lock it; the last thing he needs is to be trapped in here if things go south.

his heart pounds in his chest as he takes another step forward, his eyes scanning the dark corners of the room, wide and alert. he grips his baseball bat tightly, knuckles turning white against the wood.

the floorboards groan underfoot, each creak sounding like a warning, and he winces at the noise. if there’s a stiff inside this house, it’ll hear him for sure. every instinct screams at him to turn back, but he forces himself to move deeper inside, driven by a desperate hope that maybe—just maybe—he’ll find something useful.

he drops the bat to one hand, using the other to push open the door to the nearest room. the stench hits him like a wall, forcing him to pull his mask up over his nose, just below his eyes, and he glances around.

he rummages through the debris, sifting through old clothes and broken furniture. there’s nothing here but memories, and he wipes his hands on his pants in frustration.

he turns to leave, swinging the door back open, but he’s met with the cold steel of a gun pressed to the side of his cheek.

“don’t . . move,” a voice commands, low and steady. he freezes, heart racing, eyes darting to the figure standing before him. and you’re the one there, gun raised. it isn’t anything fancy, just a glock 19 you scavenged from a body at an overrun gas station weeks ago.

your finger rests near the trigger, tense and ready.

you size him up, and for a moment, time seems to stand still. drew can feel the heat radiating off your body, but once you see that he’s just some random guy, you lower the gun, stepping back slightly. “jesus christ,” you mutter.

he watches you, the gun hangs loosely at your side now, but he can see the edge of caution still lingering in your posture. your eyes are wary, scanning him for signs of threat, and he takes a slow step back, raising his hands slightly in a gesture of peace.

he can see the shadows under your eyes, the blood on your skin and clothes.

“i thought you were one of ‘em,” you say as you regain your composure. you reach down and grab the bag of cans you’d found just moments ago. the metal clinks softly as you pull it off the floor.

you don’t want to linger any longer. the silence stretches, and you know you need to keep moving, find your next shelter, your next meal. you turn sharply on your heel, ready to head out the door, but the moment you step toward the kitchen, you hear him behind you.

“hey— no, wait!” drew’s voice cuts through the silence, and he steps forward, but you quickly glance back over your shoulder, every instinct telling you to keep your distance. “one’f who?”

he quickly pulled his mask down from his face, revealing his expression—breathless and earnest, like he’s just realized how much he needs you in this hellish world.

“nobody,” you reply, your voice sharper than intended. your eyes narrow at him. he places his bat on the ground beneath him, then raises his bare hands slightly as if to show you he means no harm, that he’s unarmed, but you can’t shake the feeling that this could all turn sideways in an instant.

“look,” he says, his voice casual yet urgent, “we should— we should stick together. it’s safer that way, right?”

you don’t falter, “not happening.” you start moving again, but he quickly intercepts you, stepping toward your path.

“c’mon,” he presses, “you can’t be out here alone. it's a death sentence. we have a better chance if we watch each other’s backs. there are worse things out there than me.” his eyes scan the room, then dart back to you, a flicker of desperation beneath the charm.

you squint at him, trying to gauge if he’s being genuine or if it’s some trick to win your trust. “and how do i know you’re not one of those worse things?” you retort, standing back on one of your legs. your mind races with the memories of the past year—trust has gotten you burned more times than you can count.

“because . . . i’m not a monster,” he replies, dropping the friendly act. “i’m just tryin’ to survive. there’s safety in numbers.” he pauses, seemingly aware of your silence. “i’m drew, by the way,” he adds, but you don’t respond with your name, keeping that information to yourself as a protective measure.

you look him over, “i don’t need a partner,” you insist, the words feeling more like a defense than a conviction.

“maybe not,” he concedes, his voice softening, and he follows you into the small kitchen, “but you don’t have to do this alone. just . . . think about it. we could cover more ground, find better supplies.”

you shake your head. “i’ve done fine on my own,” you argue. drew’s gaze is steady, not giving up on you, and it annoys you more than it should. you take a step back, glancing toward the door.

“look, we could—”

“no,” you cut him off sharply, your patience thinning. “you don’t know me, and i don’t need deadweight slowing me down.”

he opens his mouth, likely to say something else, but you turn abruptly, stepping outside into the dim light of the fading day. as you walk toward your car, a small hatchback parked in the driveway, you can feel his presence behind you, like a shadow you can’t shake off.

“where are you going?” he calls, his voice trailing after you.

“my car,” you reply curtly, not bothering to look back. your mind races with the possibility of getting out of here, of leaving him behind. but then a small voice in the back of your head—one that you’ve trained yourself to ignore—reminds you that you can’t keep running forever. maybe it would be easier to team up, to have someone who knows how to navigate this decaying city.

“do you even have gas?” he asks, quickening his pace to catch up with you, his footsteps crunching on the gravel. “we should check—”

“i know my car,” you snap, opening the door and peering inside. a few old cans roll around on the floor, remnants of a past scavenging trip. it’s not much, but it’s yours. “i can handle myself.”

“i believe you,” he says. “but gas is running low everywhere. i could help with that, you know. if you let me.” he leans against the car, his baseball bat resting against his thigh. you can’t help but glance at it, reading his mannerisms.

no.

you slip into your car. your heart races as you grip the steering wheel, torn between the urge to drive away and the nagging feeling that you’re leaving someone behind. glancing in the rearview mirror, you catch a glimpse of drew as he watches you leave.

there’s a flicker of disappointment in his eyes, but you shake it off, convincing yourself that he’ll manage. he’s resourceful, right? he’ll find a way to survive, just like he’s been this whole time anyway.

the engine hums to life, and you pull away, the tires crunching against the gravel. the sun dips lower in the sky, and you remind yourself that you can’t afford to be weak—not now, not in this world.

as you drive, the evening air grows cooler. it’s getting dark. then, ahead, you spot movement. a dog is darting between a cluster of empties and a man, barking wildly. your instincts kick in, and you slow down, eyes narrowing as you assess the situation.

the man chasing the dog doesn’t look like its owner. there’s a wildness in his eyes, a desperate edge to his movements, and the knife glinting in his hand sends a chill down your spine. this isn’t a rescue mission; it’s a hunt.

you stop the car just in time, your heart pounding in your ears as the empties turn their heads, slow and shambling, drawn to the sound of your engine. you curse under your breath, the instinct to protect the dog outweighing your better judgment. you can’t let them hurt it, and you can’t let the dog end up being that man’s dinner.

grabbing the machete from the passenger seat, you open the door and step out into the fading light. the dog continues to bark, but you move swiftly, cutting through the first two like butter, the blade slicing into their skulls. blood and decay spray against your skin, but you push the discomfort aside.

the dog’s barking intensifies, and you leap into action, striking down another empty. you feel the rush of your heart as you move, each swing of the machete is quick and precise, but the smell of rot fills the air, overpowering and sickening, making it hard to concentrate.

but you can’t stop now. you push forward, cutting through the ranks of the undead, clearing a path toward the man and the dog. you’re almost there when he notices you, eyes narrowing in irritation. he shifts his weight, ready for a fight.

he lunges toward you, and you barely dodge his first strike, the blade missing you by inches. you sidestep, retaliating with a swing of your machete. he blocks you, and you can feel your heart racing as you circle him, trying to find an opening.

he charges again, and you duck as his knife whips past your ear. you retaliate with a slash of the machete, catching him across the arm. he hisses in pain, dropping his knife, but he doesn’t back down, lunging forward with renewed fury.

you back away, but the ground shifts beneath you. you stumble, catching yourself just before you lose your balance, but he’s on you, driving you back toward the treeline. you slam your foot down, pushing against him, but he pushes harder, and you feel yourself going down.

you grapple, fists flying as you wrestle for control of your machete. his grip tightens around your wrist, and for a moment, panic surges within you. you can’t let him win—not now, not like this. with a sudden burst of strength, you twist your body, throwing your weight against him, and finally, finally, you manage to free your machete.

without hesitation, you drive it into his neck, feeling the sickening squelch of flesh giving way. he gasps, surprise flooding his features as you twist the blade, but before you can pull the weapon free, he collapses, taking you with him as you tumble down a hidden slope you hadn’t noticed, “shit!”

the world spins around you as you roll, slamming against the ground hard enough to rattle your bones. pain erupts in your head as you hit a rock. the last thing you see before darkness creeps in is the dog barking at the top of the hill, confused and agitated.

then everything fades away into silence.

you wake slowly, vision blurring as you try to make sense of the world around you. a dull ache pulses through your skull, and your body feels heavy, weak. blinking, you try to take in your surroundings.

a small fire crackles in front of you, the orange flames licking at the night air. it’s dark, and the sky above is blanketed in stars. confusion prickles at your mind—where are you?

you shift, but your head throbs with a vengeance, and your muscles feel like lead. beneath you, something hard gives slightly under the pressure: a backpack wrapped in a jacket to act like a pillow, just something to lay on. you hadn’t even registered it was there until now. as you move, the material rustles, and a small twitch of pain shoots through your neck.

god, your head hurts.

blinking again, you force your vision to focus. in your peripherals, you spot the dog from before. it’s lying nearby, tail flicking with calm awareness. oh—right. the dog. you were protecting it before everything went sideways, before that asshole with the knife and the tumble down the hill.

the hill.

the guy died.

he’s an empty.

panic grips you, and you spring up, or at least try to like the empty will attack you at any moment—your limbs are weak. your hands automatically search for your machete. first, your boot. nothing. then, the sheath that’s supposed to be strapped to your calf. but it isn’t there either.

panic claws at your chest, making it hard to breathe. your leg is wrapped in a makeshift bandage, clean but light, and you can’t feel a thing from it. what the hell happened?

your breath quickens, a desperate, uneven rhythm as you struggle to find your weapon around you, your fingers scrabbling at dirt and a few wood chips. where is it?

that’s when you hear him. “relax,” the voice says, dry. “you’re not exactly in fighting shape, anyway.”

your eyes snap to drew. he’s sitting a couple feet away, leaning against the base of a tree. there’s a bar clamped between his teeth, and he’s tearing off a piece with a mixture of irritation and exhaustion. he chews, watching you with that same exasperated look he wore back when you left him on the road.

the day hasn’t been kind to him, either; his face is lined with fatigue, and his clothes are more scuffed and dirty than before. the granola bar he’s eating must’ve come from some recent scavenging effort, something you don’t remember finding yourself. at least he hasn’t gone through your supplies—or maybe he has. you wouldn’t know.

you glance around the makeshift camp. your hatchback sits a tree or two away, its dirty, beat-up exterior looking just as you’d left it. a tiny sense of relief washes over you, though you’re still on edge.

the dog from earlier trots up to you, sniffing your leg before nuzzling your head. you watch it, feeling a rare warmth unfurl in your chest. it’s safe. you’d saved it. no more running, at least for now.

drew’s still sitting there, silent as he chews, gaze unfocused and distant, watching the dark woods. he hardly notices you looking at him until he turns slightly, catches your eye, and acts. biting down on the bar to hold it in place, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out another granola bar.

without a word, he tosses it over. it lands in front of you, and you stare at it, your lips pressing into a thin line. drew mutters something under his breath. “not much, but it’s what i could find this morning. for both of us.”

you don’t move. you’re too stubborn to accept his food or the silent offer of care. your hand flexes against the dirt, trying to push yourself to your feet. drew sees you trying to stand and quickly drops his bar, scrambling into a crouch. he moves forward with practiced precision, catching your wrists just as you’re about to collapse again. he holds your arms gently but firmly, pinning you back against the makeshift pillow.

“fuck—!” you yelp, frustration breaking free. rage sparks in your eyes, and you glare up at him, teeth clenched, breath coming in shallow gasps. drew is hunched over you, worry creasing his forehead, his gaze scanning your face and hair for any signs of new injuries or, god forbid, crawling insects.

“what the hell is wrong with you?” you spit out.

“what’s wrong with me?” he echoes, voice even but laced with exhaustion. “what the hell is wrong with you? you nearly killed yourself trying to play hero. maybe let someone help you for once.”

he lingers there, doesn’t pull back, still making sure you’re not about to hurt yourself—or him.

you grow quiet again, the fight draining from your body as drew watches you closely, his shoulders tense, but when it becomes clear you aren’t about to launch another desperate attempt to stand, he releases his grip on your arms and leans back. he picks up the granola bar you rejected, his movements resigned.

you sit up, slower this time, shooting him a glare as your hand moves cautiously to your leg. your fingertips brush the bandage. it’s secure but not overly tight. you feel the slightest prickle of guilt mixed with irritation as you look back at him.

drew meets your gaze, his jaw set. “when you fell,” he begins, voice low as he swallows, looking down at his granola bar, “you scraped your leg. nothin’ that’s gonna kill you, but it was bad enough to need wrapping. infection out here is just a different way to die. we can’t afford that.”

you catch the way he says ‘we,’ and your brow furrows. “we?” you echo, your voice colder than you mean it to be.

he sighs, running a hand through his hair. “yeah, we. as in, both of us. like it or not, we’re out here together now. you got hurt trying to save that dog, and—hell, i know you think you don’t need anyone, but . . .” he pauses, choosing his words carefully. “i couldn’t just leave you there. especially when that stiff was gonna come back to life while you were out.”

your eyes narrow, “i didn’t ask for you to find me. or to save me,” you snap, bitterness lacing your voice. the implication hangs in the air: you’d rather be on your own, even injured and vulnerable, than owe anything to him.

drew’s mouth twists. “yeah, well, maybe you didn’t. but i found you anyway, and that’s where we’re at. it’s not just about what either of us wants anymore; it’s about surviving. and as much as it annoys you, we have a better shot together than apart.”

you grit your teeth and your mind fights the idea, refusing to accept that this stranger—this person who insists on sticking around—might be right.

he studies you for a long moment, the firelight reflecting in his eyes. “you gonna tell me your name?” he asks, breaking the silence, his voice softer than before. for him, it’s been a full day since he first introduced himself, and yet he’s still left in the dark about who you are.

you clench your jaw, your lips pressing into a thin line as you consider staying quiet again.

his gaze is steady. “you think i’m a liability?” he asks you.

“i know you are,” you reply, tilting your head. “and if you keep bothering me, i might just throw you to the empties myself.” it comes out half-jokingly, but it’s a warning that carries weight—an unspoken understanding that you will do what it takes to protect yourself.

“empties—yikes. and that’s a bit harsh, don’t you think?” he replies, a lopsided smile breaking through his frustration.

“harsh is surviving another day in here,” you say. “i can handle myself, thank you very much. if you can’t keep up, then you’ll find yourself with the rest of them.” you nod around you, not an actual direction, indicating the danger that lurks just beyond the trees you can see from there.

he shifts his weight, contemplating your words. “i’m not asking you to babysit me. i can keep up,” he insists. “i just think we could help each other. you might be able to throw me to the stiffs, but what happens when there’s more than just one? or when you run out of supplies?”

“i’ll take my chances,” you respond. “i’ve gotten this far on my own. it’s worked for me.”

he sighs, clearly exasperated but not willing to give up. “you’re stubborn,” he states, but he can’t help but admit that he admires it about you. “but that won’t get you everywhere. sometimes you need to lean on someone else.”

you shake your head. “i said no. if you keep pushing, i swear—”

“you’ll throw me to the stiffs, yeah, i get it,” he interrupts, a wry smile playing on his lips. “but let me just say, it’s a hell of a lot easier when you’re not facing down a horde alone.”

you hesitate, contemplating his words. trust doesn’t come easy, not when you’ve seen what people are capable of when pushed to their limits, even though you can go for a companion out here.

“you don’t even know where to look for supplies,” you say, trying to sound tougher than you feel. you can almost hear your heart thudding in your chest, “i’ve been doing this for months. i can find what i need.”

“you act like you’re the only person in this universe who’s been practically living in a cemetery this last year! it’s getting harder out here,” he replies, his eyes serious now. “you’ll wish you had someone watching your back. you probably already have.”

you push your hands into your pockets, feeling the rough edges of the cans you collected earlier. the truth is, the thought of partnering up is enticing, but the fear of betrayal hangs heavy in the air.

you let out a reluctant breath, muttering, “y/n.”

he doesn’t miss the way you almost bite down on the name, as if even giving that small piece of yourself away is a battle. but drew’s expression softens, a slow, genuine smile spreading across his face. it’s not a grin of triumph but rather a look of someone who knows that even the smallest steps matter.

“y/n,” he repeats, testing the sound, as if committing it to memory. “nice to meet you, officially.”

he shifts slightly, his eyes searching yours. “look, just think about it. we’re stronger together. and if it helps, i promise i won’t let you down.”

you hesitate, glancing back at him. there’s a flicker of something—a potential alliance, perhaps—but the instinct to protect yourself runs deeper than any desire for companionship. finally, you turn your back on him, determined to get to your car.

“fine,” you say, voice steady but laced with reluctance. “but if you try anything—”

“you’ll be the first to know,” he cuts in quickly, a ghost of a smile appearing as the tension between you both shifts, just a fraction, toward something resembling partnership.

early tags: @iissza @lotuslovers @obsessionsarenotfortheweak @yootvi @skyslowalking @hoelesslyt @ariiwritess @beebeerockknot @0-tatiana-0

[hackfixation]

rewatching episode 1

1) something about the detail of Mark swapping out his watches drives me mad. They're not even allowed a single *hint* of their external personalities. It's just a decal watch, but thats enough for it to be contraband

2) "You look hungover" Mark S. knows nothing about his outie, so this comment from Ms. Cobal is definitely a form of emotional manipulation.

3) This show really hits right in the feels of being an office employee

4) So much blue in this series. Blue is associated with calm & tranquility, a type of peace. On the other hand blue can also be associated with order, superstition and depression. Also associated with Medicine & Tech

5) "I've wanted to pummel mark myself bit I'm his employer" "one part of your orientation that mark can't possibly derail" Manipulative af. Scapegoating & Underminding Mark.

6) "Every time you find yourself here it's because you chose to come back" Mark S. sounds so dissociated while saying that line. As if he's tried to convince himself of it.

7) Imagine if he had hit Helena, the fucking shit show of a news circus. "Maybe his innie influenced him subconsciously?!"

8) Devon and Mark have such a great sibling dynamic, I love it

9) The Severance "Dinner" Talk is such an awkward and succinct display of College Educated Liberal-Progressive political conversations. They can easily discuss a topic in vague terms "Life & Food" but the minute you confront them with actual corrections "No one would've called it ww1 as ww2 hadn't happened yet", Mark wasn't questioning his intelligence but the look the man gave suggested that he took it that way. Plus the minute it's revealed he's severed through someone "outting" him, everyone stares at him as if he's something fascinating or horrifying. They care about the optics, ethics and politics of his lived experience than about him. "I stand by you with no reservation" yet lists all the reasons why its controversial? "So well said" "I definitely stand by mark" meaningless commentary, nobody there actually *cares* about Mark ( besides Devon ) because they're all just performing compassion

10) THEIR SIBLING DYNAMIC IS SO AMAZING

11) Ricken is so hard to describe. The actor captures that balance between well-meaning & self-aggrandozing liberal so well? Hes caring & compassionate but completely not reading social cues.

12) Racecar means something but couldn't tell ya

13) PETEY!

14) "Sorry, I had to drown out the memory of mom & dad switching out our beds when we were kids" I love these two so much

15) "Hi, Kids Whats for Dinner" Good try at the sleeper agent bit, Petey

16) "I'm your best friend, you're my very good friend" Love this line because if a stranger told me that, I would be mildly offended lowkey.

17 ) The Ms. Selvig reveal. Even if shes not severed, still a commentary about who we are in our personal lives vs our work lives.

[xerith-42]

Some things we may have forgotten

I've been rewatching MCD and taking extensive notes on it in hopes that I'll never have to watch it again and this is just a list of things that I don't see mentioned or brought up very often/ever that we should talk about and think about more

In the first episode Garroth tries to attack Vylad (angst potential) and Vylad literally just combat locks him by logging out of the game. This is objectively funny and should not be rewritten in any capacity. This should be canon as it is in every universe.

Aphmau's cat Meowki gets randomly killed in Episode 12 by a skeleton while Kiki is right upstairs. Just saying, there's some angst potential there.

In episode 11 Garroth reveals that he knows some medicine. Pretty sure this is never brought up again, but we could always bring it up.

Logan is apparently good with a bow while Zenix is trash at it despite being a self proclaimed "expert archer" which I think is very funny (I know this is part of Zenix's cover but what if we took it seriously it would be so funny)

Zoey is originally from the river village, as is Donna. Pretty sure they retcon that for Zoey, but I like to think the two of them could have been friends before Phoenix Drop.

Garroth actually almost dies in episode 15. Like Dr. Doctor says he will probably die soon at the start of the episode. And he doesn't get healed until episode 20. He literally spends 5 episodes laid up in bed dying.

Brendan's at his side probably angsting the entire time I'm just saying if you want sad gay fanfics, it's sitting right there!

Azura and Garroth were friends as kids??? Hello???? I think this is just a massive plot hole considering what Garroth's actual backstory ends up being asjfgshjdfgjk

Okay but if we twist it a little bit, they were friends as kids as in like at the guard academy??? Bc they're like vaguely teenage/young adult so maybe that's what she means? In which case I wanna think about that more because childhood friends to lovers is one of my favorite romance arcs ever. But is it really childhood friends if you met when you were like... 18?? And you're in your like mid to late twenties probably, I wouldn't really classify that as childhood friends.

WAIT IT GETS WORSE!

I don't... I don't even have a joke here, this is just a massive plot hole. Like all of this is just not true to Garroth's backstory as we know it. Grew up in the same village? You mean O'Khasis?? Where Garroth also FAKED HIS DEATH????

I literally don't know what to say to this I was just trying to find silly little facts to try and incorporate into my rewrite and instead I found a massive gaping plot hole

Moving on, in episode 19 when Aphmau confronts Zenix and they fight, he actually apologizes to her. As if he regrets having to hurt her for the sake of his/the Shadow King's goals.

The Lord of Brightport says the Shadow King "used to be a lord". Which like... Okay, I can bend backwards a few ways to say that he could be referring to how Shad started Falcon Claw, but how the fuck does this dude know that??? I feel like Laurance constantly just stumbling into plot holes by complete accident

Dale is apparently a Garmau shipper, going as far as to ask Aphmau if she plans on hooking up with Garroth. I like to think that he and Molly have a bet going for how long it takes for one of the two of them to finally fess up.

Raven's mom tried to eat him??

Okay then.

[ynnova]

( 🍓 ) y/n things every atiny should know !

──── a list of things that every atiny ( or yn-inator ) should know about y/n or random headcanons that i think you all should know.

you're fluent in three langauges; english, japanese, and korean.

you think that if you didn't become an idol, you would have gone into game development.

after you left sm ent., you stayed at a boarding house with four other girls (mostly college age). you lived in the house up until a few months before kq fellaz was officially announced, and then you had moved into the dorm.

you were involved in several clubs during middle school and high school.

you went to an all-girls high school and was able to get in because of your high exam scores. you were also popular among your peers, often getting letters and small gifts.

you have a total of six tattoos, the most out of all the members who have some.

your parents and childhood friends use to call you a "disney princess" because of how many times you could get wild animals (mainly cats) to come to you, especially when they wouldn't go to others.

this cares into how you accidentally brought home a small fox, thinking it was just a weird cat. your parents made you take it back to where you found it.

you like to joke that the small fox returned to you in the form of wooyoung.

you are close friends with several sm artists, but especially close with nct's yuta who fans have spotted you hanging out with several times.

you also have a yuta picket that you got from an nct 127 concert and can still be seen in the background of your room during some lives.

you're a big fan of gravity falls and have even done a cover of "disco girl" a song from the show on a live (which is a parody song based off the abba song "dancing queen"). alex hirsch, the creator of gravity falls, even retweeted a clip of you singing onto his twitter account.

you've rewatched gravity falls at least 56 times. you like to watch it when on tour, but also like watching it with the members. the member that has rewatched it with you the most is mingi.

the boys often call you their "fix it girl" because you are often fixing things around the dorms.

you once did a livestream where atiny watched you replace a light fixture in the kitchen.

you have a large trinket collection of different figurine brands and you often try to buy one whenever you go to a new place.

you love video games, especially indie games or ones with cool graphics or complex stories. you often try to update atiny on what games you've been playing, having it be a mix of indie and triple a games.

in 2019, you took up the hobby of journaling/bullet journals and always have a journal in your bag with you when you travel.

you also have a digital one on your ipad that you are often seen working on in the background of logbooks.

you were the third trainee at kq, joining about a week or so after yunho did.

you have the most random livestreams out of all the members; this is often because of the time you go live or what you are doing during your lives.

when hongjoong got his laptop stolen, you and jongho helped re-record all his vocal guides.

as a result of all the livestreams, kq once banned you from going live for about two month; however, that didn't last as you still went live behind their backs.

you revealed in an interview that the member you are the closest too is wooyoung.

you used to share a room with wooyoung and yeosang at ateez's first dorm, then you and mingi shared a room, and now you have your own room but share a dorm with yunho and yeosang.

during fireworks era, you wore several bob cut wigs and had basically the whole atiny fandom believing you actually cut your hair.

you have went viral several times because of your stage looks, often starting popular trends for other idols. you'll usually be cited wearing something or having a specific hair color and then a few months later, other idols will do the same thing.

you also tend to go viral for your airport fashion as well, many atiny and netizens in general always waiting to see what you are going to wear.

you were the voice actress for final fantasy vii remake character eileen for both the japanese and english releases of the game. you also came back for the 2024 release of rebirth. eileen is a made up character and not actually in the game.

you made your acting debut in 2021 with the thriller drama "gothel" that aired on netflix. the drama did exceptional well and your acting in it was so well received that atiny are hoping for you to act again.

there has been rumors recently going around that you are rumored to star in a sci-fi, psychological horror movie, but nothing has been confirmed.

in 2024, you were invited to new york fashion week by both sandy liang and selkie along with paris fashion week by vivienne westwood.

[thetrialsandtribulationsofeb]

some things that happened on this wee woo show:

- paralleling eddie (buck’s best friend) with abby (his ex-girlfriend) on many occasions

- paralleling shannon (eddie’s late wife) with buck (his best friend) on many occasions (that sequence from 2x17 to 2x18, and eddie’s reaction to shannon’s death vs. buck’s nde with the firetruck, will always haunt me - but it’s not even at the top of the list)

- paralleling tommy (buck’s new gay love interest) with eddie (his best friend)

- paralleling eddie with michael (the officially gay character on the show) a few times

- paralleling abby leaving with eddie leaving in season 8

- paralleling buck and eddie’s life journeys and characters

- paralleling abby and shannon - their “first loves” - life journeys and characters too

bonus:

- paralleling eddie (and chris, kind of) with a dog

i wrote this 3 days before 8x17 aired and forgot to post it, so when i was watching the new episode and noticing all the parallels and callbacks (especially the shannon and abby ones!!!), it was like an out-of-body experience and made me rethink the whole show

because it makes me wonder how much of it is unintentional. like, does this stuff keep happening because tim just has a bad memory and a lack of creativity, so he’s repeating a lot of stuff? and the crew likes to use certain templates while filming? or were they all masterminds all along? is this the universe’s work or human work? probably something in between

‘cause as a creator myself, i can tell from experience that sometimes your artwork can take on its own meaning and take you somewhere you didn’t plan from the beginning, which is a beautiful process. and sometimes you just follow the clues, and what started out as unintentional turns into intentionality. but maybe we’ll never know

i’m just glad i get to witness this show because it scratches my brain with all its parallels and the fuel for analysis. but i also wish the storylines would reach their logical conclusions instead of being infinitely repeated or abandoned. but, idk, season 8 feels very weird in a way that does feel very intentional. it really feels like the writers rewatched all the previous seasons and/or were reading fans’ analyses of the show and the characters

i can attach meaning to pretty much every scene, but i’m still not sure - is this me actually reading the signs, or am i seeing signs where they aren’t? a lot to think about

but for now, i’m at least 90% sure that the “seismic shifts” end with buddie confirmation and some not-so-subtle hinting at their romantic feelings or maybe even a kiss and an alobby reveal. at least, that’s what my level of media literacy tells me. if not, then i don’t know what i’m gonna do with myself, tbh - i don’t really have a plan b :D

[bartsugsy]

You've probably answered an ask like this before because you've been watching robron from the beginning but what are your favourite storylines or scenes from them? (I'm very new to emmerdale, i found it last week when robert came back and I saw people on twitter talking about it and ive been binging their storyline on youtube i just got passed the lodge)

oh my god WELCOME ANON i’m desperate to know how you felt about the lodge (i’m a certified Lodge Stan but that’s not a prerequisite here, everyone was going the hell through it when it originally aired fjfjfjf)

with the caveat of, given just how many storylines they’ve had, this is not comprehensive and i will forget things - and also not being too spoilery for you, here’s some faves:

in terms of storylines:

the storyline you are very fast approaching right now in your watchthrough, that takes place at the end of 2015, was fantastically done imo - the build up, specifically. it’s not really a robron storyline (at all) so much as it is a comeuppance and ultimately redemption for robert storyline, but the show spends essentially the entire year building up to this point and it’s fantastic

i did also absolutely love the entire affair storyline - and i enjoy (and appreciate more in retrospect, because it was a little agonising watching in real time) how long it takes the show to bring that to a head and reveal everything. the aftermath of robert being outed and how that leads into robert eventually discussing his sexuality with people is really good. also full disclosure i just simply love chrissie white.

aaron’s abuse storyline i do find very very difficult to rewatch and so i don’t usually, but i still have to mention it, because i thought it was incredible, and wonderful, and there’s a period of time where aaron goes away and robert enters every single scene by bursting into a room and demanding to see aaron and it’s sooo… like oh the writing for how batshit insane this man would be about his husband was right there on the wall

super soap week 2016 - i’ve never experienced anything like it in my life and i genuinely don’t think i ever will again and honestly maybe that’s for the best because there were several days where i simply forgot to do basic things like eat and move and shower because i was so fucking locked in but oh my god

2017 as a whole is at times infuriating but i genuinely deeply enjoyed myself 98% of the time. robron fight, they get married, they break up, the crash outs are legendary, the scenes are immense, the emotions are soaring. i’m an angst goblin though so honestly, take that as you will

the entire reunion story arc is perfect to me

there is a period of time where they are married and both genuinely happy in their relationship (but not in life because it’s a soap and shit is simply always occurring) and they have the most insane and hilarious run of stories where it’s honestly just robron against the world (there’s a kidnap, there’s blackmail, there’s a pig, there’s money being burned in a bin, there’s so much crime) and whilst i do tend to have more fun watching in real time when the angst is happening, mostly because that means they’re on our screens more and doing meaningful things that are building towards a longer term purpose, that period of time is very very fun to rewatch

one time they do a christmas carol episode with robert as scrooge and it’s absolutely baller

in terms of SCENES (and i don’t wanna get too deep into this or we will absolutely be here all day because the list of robron scenes that will take your whole breath away is so endless):

there’s this one scene where robert is in his scrooge era, having a christmas carol dream, and aaron walks down the stairs and robert stares at him like he’s the most beautiful man to ever grace the planet and that really really spoke to me. gayest he’s ever been.

all of super soap week 2016 i’m deadly serious you’re absolutely not ready

all of the first wedding

all of the second wedding

all of the proposals

all of the BREAK UPS

absolutely every single utterly demented thing robert has ever said about aaron ever bc jesus he has no shame imagine living in the same village as someone who swans around saying things like “my beautiful husband who i love” with his whole chest

there’s one ep at the beginning of 2017 where they’re furiously arguing because aaron has done something terminally stupid and they’re like. teetering on the edge of a break up. and it’s so so so good. it’s SO SO GOOD.

that one time post-affair era where robert offers to help andy set up the barton’s new grain pit and aaron is there and even though they’ve lowkey broken up, they start flirting again and then end up banging in the scrapyard portacabin because they’re absolutely incapable of staying away from each other for too long

the entire experience of aaron getting kidnapped is Peak Entertainment to me and one of my favourite robron stories ever and the scenes in those eps are everything to me

aaron’s reunion speech. every single second of it.

that moment in the lodge where robert tells aaron he’s the worst mistake robert ever made, because falling in love with aaron was so deeply violently not a part of rob’s evil plans and oh boy, maybe he could have done so much worse without all these annoying unwanted feelings for aaron, maybe he could have protected himself so much better if he didn’t have to worry about protecting aaron as well, and also maybe he should shoot aaron because that seems like a good way to be free of this unwanted responsibility because honestly i think robert really did, back in 2015, on occasion believe that he would be so much more successful in life if he could just stop experiencing pesky emotions like ‘guilt’ and ‘love’. like if he could just stop caring about people, he’d be able to follow through with all his ridiculous, horribly evil plans entirely unhindered. sometimes your villain simply isn’t cut out for straight up murder 🤟😔

aaron’s hair during christmas 2016

[mrs-elsie-barnes]

All of Me, All of You | Steven Grant x Reader & Marc Spector x Reader | One shot 1.2k

Steven wants to learn more about your kinks, but is he prepared to follow through?

Warnings: 18+ adult content and language, discussion of kinks, p in v, implied creampie, dirty talk, pet names, degredation.

A/N: rewatched Moon Knight and had to dig this out of the vault, enjoy!

Masterlist

“Awh c’mon, love, please tell me what you want?” Steven put his hands together, leaning across the small dining room table and balancing his chin on his fingertips.

“Ohh, Steven, really, I don’t think you’d like it.” You murmured, swirling your wine in the glass, watching it slosh higher and then trail back down slowly.

You’d been seeing Steven for a while now and, after revealing all of his sides, he’d been trying to tease out all the different facets of your personality as well. He was coming up with probing questions over dinner, making scrawled lists of your favourite things, even if you don’t say them out loud. He works it out. Last week he’d made a ranking of your favourite drink orders dependent on your mood, location, the time of day. It was very sweet, very Steven and you loved it.

This week he had taken a more intimate turn. It had come as a shock after what you thought was months of mutually satisfying lovemaking. But this wasn’t good enough. He wanted to know your fantasies, your kinks and your interests. Had pushed the glass of wine into your hand and eagerly settled you at the table to ask you “what do you enjoy most in bed?”

“Well even if I don’t, I want to know, I love to know things about you,” he leant across the table to take your free hand, squeezing your fingers eagerly.

“Fine, if you must know, I like - uhm - I kinda like being degraded, you know, like, dirty talk…sort of thing…” You trailed off nervously.

“D-dirty talk?” Steven spluttered, “and - and - you want me to, you’d really want me to say bad things about you?” He’d gone red and splotchy under his collar, his voice strained.

“It’s not bad things, per se, just -”

Steven was distracted, across the kitchen, in the reflection of the kettle he could see Marc rubbing his hand over his face.

Let me, Steven, I can do this, I can give this to her.

Steven shook his head.

“See, I told you you wouldn’t want to, it’s okay - no really, it’s okay, I don’t need it, I can just enjoy it in porn or something.”

You never talked about what you did with Marc when you were with Steven. Their intimate time with you was a separate, private thing that Steven and Marc had agreed to keep closed off from each other. And you didn’t want to hurt Steven’s feelings, especially when you did enjoy sex with him so much. Passionate, loving, Sunday morning with the light coming in through the window, sex.

“But I want you to feel good, even if that means - if I have to - if I say, degrading?” He looked at you for support so you nodded back, “degrading things about you.”

You’re in over your head, Steven, you can’t do this, let someone who understands take care of this.

You smiled at him, the twitch of his head when he paused betraying the wordless conversation he was having with Marc. Marc who knew this already, who could almost sense the darker sides of you and let you indulge.

“I want to do this for you, love.” He looked so earnest that you couldn’t help but agree, pushing your chair back and leaving your wine behind, brushing your hand over his shoulder as you passed, letting your shirt fall to the floor as you made your way to the bed.

Steven followed quickly, clumsily removing his trousers, getting them stuck on his trainers before falling onto the bed next to you, naked bodies radiating heat under the blankets.

“Now what?” He whispered and you rolled your eyes with a giggle.

“Now we have sex.” You pressed your lips lightly against his, moving your body closer and grabbing at him.

“Just - it’s -” he mumbled between kisses, “I like - I wanna have sex with you, love - hard to say somethin’ bad, init?” His hands framed your face, thumbs rubbing soothing circles high over your cheek bones, drawing you closer. “How can I say anything bad about you? I love having sex with you.”

“I know you do, sweetheart, because I’m all yours…right?” You encouraged, hooking your leg over his hip so your wet pussy pressed against his hard length.

“Yes, love, all mine.” He breathed, more in awe of the fact than certain.

“Your…slut, maybe?”

“You’re not a - oh, yeah, yeah, my slut. Yeah. Why don’t you, uhm…let me, fuck you? Because - uhm…” He stumbled.

“Yes, yes, fuck me, Steven, I’m all yours!” It really did feel good rubbing yourself against him, even if his dirty talk was strained. For a moment you lost yourself to the feel of his cock, slipping and catching at your entrance, nudging your clit as you rubbed harder, pulling him closer.

Steven shivered and squeezed your arms, rolling you onto your back.

“‘Course I’m going to fuck you.” He growled, voice low, “going to fuck this wet little pussy.” He pulled his cock away, only to slap it back against your clit making you writhe beneath him.

“Yes, yes!” You cried.

“S’my pussy to fuck, right? Because you’re my dirty little cock slut, aren’t you, baby?” His breath was hot and tickling against your ear, face buried in your neck, his kisses fierce and biting leaving tender marks along your skin.

“Yours, yours!”

He pushed in with one smooth movement, at once familiar and so different than the night before.

“What a good fucking slut you are, baby. So tight for me.”

Your eyes rolled back as you gave in to the feeling of being truly used, his rhythm punishing and rough, one of his hands splayed out on the pillow beside you, the other wrapped around your throat.

“That’s it, close your eyes, don’t think, all you gotta do is just take my cock like the whore you are. Let me use this body like a toy, you love it don’t you?” He barked a mocking laugh, rolling his hips against yours, increasing the pressure and friction on your now swollen clit.

“I - I - I’m gonna -” your words were punched out, heaving in as much breath as you could.

“You wanna cum, slut? Cum on my cock, let me feel my fucktoy squeezing me while I fill you up.”

He thrust again and stars exploded behind your eyes, electricity wrapping around you, binding you to him, your legs wrapped around his hips holding him against you.

“Fuck, baby, feel so good, so fucking tight, stay in this little pussy forever.” He pulled back, slowing the thrust of his hips to look at your swollen lips gripping his cock. “Gonna fill you up, baby. Fill you- so - full.” He groaned, pumping his hips as he spurted deep inside of you, dropping his weight onto you and holding you down against the bed.

“Shit, that was so fucking good.” You moaned, closing your eyes again to enjoy the sensation of him inside of you still... “Thanks Marc.”

The warmth that had been blanketing you vanished and you opened your eyes to see your boyfriend sat at the end of the bed.

“How did you know?” He looked irritated, eyebrows furrowed even deeper than normal.

“How did I know my shy, quiet, reluctant Steven turned into a dirty talking dom? I dunno.” You shrugged playfully, giving him a teasing grin and poking at him with your foot. “You gonna let him come back to cuddle me?”

“No, I’ve earnt the cuddles. C’mere,” Marc held his arms out and you settled into his lap. “I’ll teach him how, baby.” He whispered, “then he can earn the cuddles too.”

[scarletttries]

NSFW Headcanon Request: Steven Grant (Moon Knight)

Steven Grant + Sex Tape: (prompt list here)

(part two of these 'recording' headcanons)

- After the heart-warming success of his first accidental intimate recording with you, Stephen would find himself revisiting that tape over and over again. Any time you have to leave him for a weekend alone, out comes his little camcorder so he can eagerly relive that special night and try his best to make up for missing your touch that night.

- But as much as he loves that precious gift you left him, he can't help but want to make a new one, something you both create together and maybe even equally could enjoy together on another night. He wouldn't be able to ask out right though, instead he'll drop a dozen tiny hints, mostly about how much he loved that first tape, and how incredibly beautiful you look when he's making you feel good, and how much he loves you, and loves having that precious memory documented to relive over and over.

- You'd of course give in to his less than subtle suggestions pretty quickly, his response to your video just the sweetest thing you could have imagined, and feeling so safe with Steven that you don't have a single worry about that footage going anywhere, or looking less than perfect, or anything like that because you know that man respects and worships every cell of your being.

- You pick a date for your very special date night, picking out a new set of lingerie for the occasion (and because it's so fun to surprise Steven with something new and watch his little brain immediately melt down to a mumbling mess.) By the time you get to his flat there's more candles lit than in a cathedral, and he's spent a week's pay of a very special bottle of wine that you once got as a present and so generously shared with him, on a night you two passed giggling sweet nothings to each other.

- After a glass of that sweet thoughtful gesture you two find yourselves all hands again, so giddy with excitement as you stumble towards the bed that you almost forget to turn on the camera, Steven reluctantly pulling himself away from your lips just long enough to oh so kindly ask,

"Love, are you sure you're alright with this? We don't have to if you're worried at all, I'm just so grateful that I even have one video of you. Or that I get to do this with you at all." You cut him off before he can start monologuing about what a privilege it is to be in your life in any role, the lovestruck man staring at you with stars in his eyes, so in awe of everything about you.

- You suitably reassure him that you feel just as lucky to love him, and finally you start the camera filming, pulling him towards you until you're confident he's framed in the shot, slowly moving your lips to his neck. As you lick and kiss your way along his throat, drawing soft strangled sighs from the nervous boy, your fingers trace down his shirt and start pulling it at his buttons one by one, until finally you can push it off his shoulders and reveal his broad chest to you and the camera. You can't stop yourself from running your hands over his muscles, looking forward to rewatching this moment and stopping Steven from folding inwards or hiding himself from the camera. You can tell he's still up in his head a bit, not as passionately exploring your form like it holds the secrets to the universe the way he usually does.

- Trying to draw his focus, you tip him back on to bed and climb on top of him, pulling your dress over your head and giving him a full view of the special outfit you had on underneath. His jaw drops and his eyes practically shoot out of his head as he starts excitedly babbling about how 'truly perfect you look' and how 'every colour seems to have been made for you', and suddenly his stage fright is forgotten and he's pulling you back in for a kiss as his fingertips trace along the lacy fabric, before slipping underneath your panties and rubbing slow circles against your clit. You find your hips moving in time with his rhythm, the excitement of knowing Steven would be able to watch this moment again enough to heighten the sensations. As your temperature starts to rise and your thighs start to twitch you make a point to arch your back and gasp out his name for the camera, immediately earning a groan from Steven as he starts to buck against your hips.

- You pull his fingers out of you with a whimper, and make quick work of undoing his belt and sliding his pants down his legs until his manhood springs free, letting you take a long slow lick of him that has Steven panting and begging for more. As you slip your lingerie to the side, mounting his lap and hovering just above his leaking tip, you notice his eyes drift behind you, the red blinking light pulling him back to reality from his throws of passion.

- Less than pleased that Steven is able to look anywhere but up adoringly at you, you slam your hips down against his, taking his full length in one breath and clenching down on him at the deliciously full feeling of having him buried inside of you. Right on cue he turns his attention back to you, gazing up at you in shock as you cup his face in your hands and state very clearly in your most seductive purr,

"Now Steven, the least you can do is keep your eyes on me."

"I'm sorry love, I just remembered about the - but it doesn't matter, I promise, I only want to look at you." Taking mercy on him, you start to roll your hips, before you finish your negotiations,

"That's good to hear, because any time you look at that camera, I'm going to stop moving." You pause your riding in emphasis as his gaze turns pleading, nodding quickly and begging you to move, promising to be good as you go back to sliding your hips against him, drawing out louder and louder groans that start to fill the room around you. You watch as his eyes trace along your content face, your bouncing chest, your wiggling hips, and finally your glistening entrance where he can see himself glide in and out of you, your own excitement dripping onto him with each thrust. It's almost too much to take and he feels his climax quickly approaching, his fingers returning to strum against your clit as he tries to hold off his release. Then his eyes dart behind you for a split second and suddenly his building pleasure starts to drop as you still your hips, desperate apologies falling from his lips in a plea.

"I'm sorry love, I didn't mean to, please keep going, you feel so incredible..." His core is aching with the tension bubbling inside it, so close to release and having no choice but to let you sit there on his throbbing erection until you see fit to forgive him. Luckily for him it's very hard to act mad at those puppy dog eyes, and when his touch feels so good between your thighs you know you won't be able to hold off much longer either.

- "I just need you to keep those beautiful eyes on me okay Steven?" You sound merciful, and he lets out a sigh of relief, until you add "and definitely don't let them close."

He's about to ask what you mean when suddenly you start bouncing on him with every ounce of strength in your thighs, riding him faster and harder as you feel him start to tense beneath you. He keeps his eyes firmly locked on yours, mouth hanging open in sheer ecstasy as he watches the confident smile on your face start to fall into an o as you get closer and closer the edge. He works you with his fingers, holding back his own climax and praising you as you climb higher and higher, finally crying out his name as your wall clench around him, your whole body shaking with the overwhelming release as pleasure washed over you. Steven is right behind you, his hips lifting up off the bed as he erupts inside you, legs trembling and hands clutching at your waist, making sure you can't possibly climb off of him.

- You collapse against his chest, resolved to spending a little longer with him deep inside you, Steven's arms only coiling around you tighter as he presses soft kisses to your forehead and pants out that he loves you so bloody much.

- It takes a little while for either of you to get up to turn off the camera, Steven finally volunteering to leave the bed, only to grab the camera of its stand, step back towards you, aiming the lens at your satisfied face before letting it drift down your spent body, stopping when he sees his own load drip out of from between your legs and feeling himself start twitching with excitement again. The last sound the camera picks up is Steven mumbling quietly to himself, "how did I ever get this lucky?"

[queeriouslyollie]

wonderlust favorite moments/interactions/scenes/etc + notes from multiple rewatches

this is a collection of all my favorite moments, scenes, interactions, and so on (as well as interesting observations that ive noticed through my multiple rewatches) from wonderlust. this is mostly for myself lmao

NOTE: so far, i only got thru ep 1 because. im tired and its almost 4 am lmao. i do wanna get thru all the eps for this tho so :3

style conventions(so i rember qwq): things are listed chronologically, by episode, with timestamps (h:mm:ss). i also (vaguely) color coded dialogue, just the PCs w/ their colors (troy in red, runt in purple, blink in green). if there is dialogue between the lines im highlighting, there will be "/.../" followed by the next line im including. finally, additional notes/thoughts/etc from me will be in small text, italicized parenthases (like this)

this will be updated as i rewatch episodes or watch new episodes :]

WARNING: beyond this point, there WILL be spoilers. proceed at your own risk!

ps: if there is anything that isnt here that you think is worthy, feel free to add on! also, there are very likely typos and/or formatting errors so. oopsie :3 (did try my best to make sure there werent)

pps: many of these will likely involve troy because im so brainrot for this guy but i do really love them all and their dynamics :3

episode 1: one man's trash

0:06:14 troy: "well then- the the fuckin uh, i gue- i guess they'll- i guess they'll fuckin- i guess when they- i guess-"

0:07:42 baby's first troy math

0:11:50 the incident

0:17:30 troy: "my names troy and i'm never gonna die!" (this note was taken when ep 23 was the latest--so far its true, but i suppose we'll see if it continues to do so)

0:37:30 this whole interaction with runt and her cousins is just adorable and i lobv it

0:45:43 ♪♫ you gotta be careful, little runt ♫♪

0:46:40 runt: "you're goddamn right uncle threestrings, why don't they give you a record deal?" uncle threestrings: "....... hohh.." (also charlie's face during this reacting to the song lmfao)

0:47:22 uncle threestrings: "if you don't come back-" runt: "ah-" uncle threestrings: "-if you don't-" runt: "i will come back." uncle threestrings: "i just need to know somethin... how many cups do ya think they got up there?"

0:58:06 pinch: "doppler we need to break this thing or somethin-" runt: "no, don't- don't break it :[" /.../ runt: "i wanna keep it!"

1:14:24 runt: "they got this big fuckin circle in the sky too, what the fuck is that?" uncle threestrings: ".. circle? who made that?" runt: "i don't know!" uncle threestrings: "how'd they put it there?"

1:28:08 cut: "she want another one?" blink: "gran- yeah, granny granite wants a slice of cake, she took my package. you know how it is, this happens every time!" cut: "i'm gonna run out, i'm gonna run out, she's just gonna eat it all-" blink: "how! how are you gonna run out?! what do you mean-" cut: "she's just gonna eat it all!" blink: "but she's so old and slow!" (i love blink's outbursts lmfao)

1:33:05 immediate simping for aeon as her design is revealed ("id let her beat me up" lmfao)

1:37:07 (realizing i didn't put together before how he somehow got his steamsled back, obv upon rewatch i know it's because of his capture but just interesting to think about how that slipped by me the first time and catching it in subsequent watches)

1:37:51 baby's first "YOU DUDE" blink: (starts running) troy: "don't play hard to get with me dude, i'll fucking catch you, i'll fucking catch you no matter how fuckin long you run i will keep running, i'm an endurance animal of a human being" (sprinting) "you can flee now- i can track you, dude"

1:39:45 (cont. from scene above, somewhat) troy: "dude, there's no need to be such a fucking freak-" blink: "what the fuck-" troy: "-i'm just trying to talk to you-" blink: "-what the fuck are you-" troy: "-i just wanted to say... i just wanted to tell you that i'm fuckin cool, and you have gotta run with me, dude, if you wanna make it down here."

1:40:31 troy believes he's at furcon, blink calls him fantasy slurs (also he "loves birds" wauw)

1:42:17 here troy says that blink's his only ticket out, and when blink asks why him troy says he's not supposed to tell him :0

1:43:06 troy: "oh, yeah, i do have a combrussion"

1:47:00 bizly: (rolls a two against troy & blink's stealth) "dude, a two, a TWO, you're fine! you're fine." charlie (in troys voice): "yah, dude i fuckin know,"

1:49:06 the making of yort (& knilb)

1:50:12 blink: "let's-let's tackle this one thing at a time, okay?" troy yort: "alright, dude, i'm fuckin, i'm yort"

1:51:45 troy yort: "have you ever heard the saying, one guy's trash is another dude's.. fuckin,,.. coo- like- fuckin shit."

1:52:22 blink: "i don't wanna- i'm gonna be frank, the more you talk, the more i don't want to help you." troy yort: "dude, who the FUCK is frank, dude? why do you wanna be him? we already got you a cool name??"

1:54:09 troy yort: "cogs? we literally, like, live, breathe, and eat cogs up there, man. i mean, we also use it as money, but you know what i mean. we DONT eat, breathe, or live it, we just use it as money."

1:54:40 cloudspire hoohah rise up

1:54:46 blink: "what are you saying??" troy yort: "dude, you are just ridiculous, man, i-i don't even know where to start. i mean like, so basically, i'm like the shit."

1:55:12 just a straight roll like man and woman missionary fuckin dude fucking a woman straight roll troy yort: "honestly sometimes i think about guys"

1:57:20 (i just love how, even tho troy JUST met blink, he's already so willing to back him up. he doesn't quite understand when he DOES need to stand down but i think it does show he's never been a fully awful person.)

1:57:57 blink: "well we got some, uh, some tetanus shots in here. a few of them have been poked by granny- granny granite, so be careful about that, she's very pokey." arch: "wouldn't want anyone to catch whatever she's got, hahaha!" troy yort: "i'm not sayin anything" baby's first i'm not sayin anything (this whole interaction is so fuckin funny to me)

2:00:42 troy yort: "i don't understand why this is happening?!" blink: "i already told you!!" troy yort: "i didn't say anything!" blink: "you kept saying you weren't saying anything!!!" troy yort: "i thought that's what you wanted!! you need to be CLEAR!!"

2:02:36 bizly: "a blunt arrow comes whizzing by your head." charlie (as troy yort): "fuckin what i just smoke it" once again charlie is possessed by troy

2:06:28 the bit with the old woman and her dead husband's pan and her second husband

2:09:18 graphite's rock and the painting (troy yort keeping the rock after too is so real, i love rocks :3)

2:11:36 troy: "hey graphite, dude, can i level with you?" graphite: ".... suuuuure?" troy: "alright, sick, cuz i think i get some hp from that. maybe some other little goodies." graphite: "you just say things, don't you?" troy: "troy"

[dsireland86]

my birthday was this past week.. can I ask for a birthday smut with either all of bad omens or just Noah, I’m happy either way 🥹

Am happy with Dom!Noah as well as Dom!BadOmens 🖤🤍🖤 thank you gorgeous x

HAPPY VERY LATE BIRTHDAY, FRIEND!!!! I'M SO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE.

With this I'm going with Noah. It took me bit to write it because I wasn't sure what direction it going in. It's a little longer than intended too, but I could bare parting with anything that's in it, because to me, it's all essential. Hope it brings a smile to your face still, even though it's as late as it is.

Author's Note: This is a tad different from the snippet I posted the other day. I revised some some of it, changing a few things around.

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He looked around at the people surrounding him outside the huge L.A manor and sighed, groaning and rolling his eyes. All of the fakeness and pretending he saw and heard made him sick to his stomach, reminding him why he hated these shitty parties in the first place. 

Deciding to take a walk around the grounds, past the Lamborghinis and Hummers, Noah hated how all the noise invaded his peace and tranquility. This type of lifestyle was venomous, deadly, and evil and he learned early on how fucked up this type of society was, even with all its money and power. He wanted no part of it. He had chosen something more, something money and power could never buy him. He chose love; her love. It was the kind that saw him through every anxious moment, every sleepless night, every hidden insecurity. She was his anchor, his lifeline, giving his life purpose and meaning. Noah looked at his watch and smiled. 

She walked into the house, overwhelmed by all the noise and sights around her. The exquisite architecture, the size, and the decor of the place was extraordinary, but completely over the top for her. But even with all its beauty she knew it was fake. Nobody’s life was this perfect. 

This wasn’t the evening celebration she had in mind to end her birthday, especially after a day spent laying around in Noah’s hoodie, wrapped up in his arms, and eating her favorite ice cream while rewatching her favorite anime. It was the perfect day, until Noah reminded her about the party. He knew she didn’t want to go due to being a socially awkward introvert herself who was quite content living in his hoodies, yet here she was, walking through the door of a manor that she didn’t know existed until today. 

The long dusty blue backless dress that was held up around her neck by a satin tie looked better on her than Noah imagined. Given the fact that it was picked out in a hurry, it fit her small slender frame perfectly; as if it was made for it. Noah picked it out himself. She wanted to love it, but it revealed more of her body than she cared to show, making her nervous from knowing that if the tie came undone, she would be forced to show the entire place the top half of her naked body. When the dress was delivered she was surprised at Noah’s choice. He was never one to show her off, always wanting her for only himself and even going as far as addressing guys at shows from time to time because of how they were looking at her. So, why of all dresses, would he choose this one?

Every set of eyes were on her as she made her way through the crowd of people in search of him. Whether it was the flow of the dress, the skin of her back on full display, or the anxiousness in her eyes, she could feel the heat of their gaze bearing down on her. Taking a glass of wine from off a passing tray, she drank its entirety, repeating the process not only a second time, but a third time as well as a deep sinking feeling sat at the bottom of her stomach at the thought of never finding him in the sea of fake beautiful people.

Frustrated, she was about to turn and leave, when she spotted a tall figure across the room, leaning against the banister of the elaborate staircase. His eyes were fixed on her, the darkness of passion, arousal, and lust all rolled into the tiny orbs staring back at her. She had found him. Her king. Her Noah.

Fuck… that color on her. It made Noah forget everything around him and all the thoughts about all the fake shit happening around him. With her in his sights now, focusing on everything around him would be impossible and that’s exactly what he was hoping for when he picked out that dress. She was the perfect distraction and everything that Noah needed. She was his solace on dark days, his joy when life felt like it was spinning out of control and every time he thought about her he got so fucking hard,  to the point that it was painful and all he wanted was for her to make it feel better. 

Noah squeezed his eyes shut, pinching the bridge of his nose while taking a deep breath and clenching a fist, hoping the feeling of what was building up inside him would pass. Now was not the time and here was certainly not the place, but no matter how much he tried to fight it, the need to make a mess out of her, to squeeze her and spank her ass and use her for his own messed up pleasure. He needed to hear her beg him for more, to watch her take her own pleasure from him and give into him, falling apart with him inside her. He wanted to choke her, just enough to pull the arousing moans out of her that only he could get her to make. He wanted it all and he was going to take it. Adjusting himself, Noah slowly walked toward her as a man with confidence and determination to get what he wanted.

The heat in his eyes followed her everywhere. There was no escaping the sexual hunger she saw in them, the way his soft chocolate, almond shaped eyes darkened the closer she got, driving her insane. But there was something else there, lurking in the corners of them. Something that spoke louder to her yet was silent to those around them. Insecurity. Anxiety. Suffocating. Noah was being swallowed up by them and looking for a way out. Her. He'd been waiting, searching for her this whole time.  

Her eyes narrowed and her brow creased, noticing the way Noah clenched and unclenched his fist and taking a deep breath with his eyes shut tight. It was only when he opened them that she noticed the ache expanding inside her, demanding to be satisfied and fulfilled. The desperate pressure sinking low between her thighs made her wet and she could feel her arousal coat the outer part of her sex. Her mind was telling her to behave and encourage Noah to do the same thing. They were in a public place. But that never stopped him before. 

As he came toward her, her mind flashed to all the other times Noah had quietly taken her away so they could be alone. The bathroom stall, the green room, the car, the closet, all of those places had given them the opportunity to get their fix of each other, enough to last until they got home. 

“You look stunning,” Noah smiled down at her, his voice soft and warm. She lowered her head, feeling her cheeks flush. He stroked her hair then leaned over and kissed her forehead. “You're trying to hide it but you can't, princess. You're fucking beautiful and it's frustrating the shit out of me.” 

She gazed at Noah, speechless as she gazed at him. The look in her eyes was a familiar one, but Noah still wanted to know as he took a step forward, closing the gap between them. “What's happening in that mind of yours? What are you thinking about?” She chuckled, finally feeling the effect of the three glasses of wine that was starting to relax her and make her feel giddy. “More than likely the same thing you are.” 

Noah huffed, grinning. “What? Your body? All this smooth, soft skin,” he teased, dragging a finger down the side of her arm. “Or your soft pink nipples begging for my mouth and those thick thighs wrapped tight around my hips as I fuck you hard and rough; just the way you like it when we play our little game?” Noah heard her shattered breathing, the small gasps and tiny whimpers. 

“Your body is all I've been thinking about.” “Well, then it's a good thing it's yours then,” she replied confidently, running her hands down the front of his black dress shirt and over the red silk tie. Noah's lips curled at the corners. “I heard it was someone's birthday today. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?” whispering in her ear. Raising an eyebrow, he kept steady eye contact with her. 

She held a tight-lipped smile, looking away, only to be drawn back in by the scent of his cologne. “You mentioned our game,” she stated, avoiding Noah’s question. Noah nodded, shoving his hand into his left dress pants pocket and retrieving a part of their dirty little secret. The black tie. “Fuck,” was the only word she could utter as her eyes widened. That’s when Noah knew he had her exactly how he wanted her. The tie was always the trigger for her. 

The room was breathtaking. It had high vaulted ceilings painted white, soft, luxurious gray carpet, and a frameless king-size bed among other small oddities that filled it perfectly. She gasped as soon as Noah turned on the lights that were the two lamps on either side of the bed. 

“I'm guessing you'll be wanting a house with a room like this once we're married,” Noah asked with a chuckle as he locked the door behind him. She gave him a look and slapped his chest playfully. “Relax, I’m only kidding about the house. I know this isn't your thing. It's not mine either,” he said looking around the room. “Kidding only about the house and not the married part?” “Does it shock you that I want to get married?” She shrugged, feeling the smooth silk of the throw that covered the bed. “I don't know. We've never really talked about it, have we?” glancing over her shoulder at Noah. The dark, alluring look had returned to his face as he tilted his head back some and parted his lips. Unable to wait anymore, he grabbed her arm and spun her back to face him, his long arms drawing her to her tiptoes and crashing into his chest. She gasped, her lips slightly parting, feeling the wetness pool inside her panties from the familiar aggressiveness she was yearning to feel from him. 

Noah's mouth met hers with a ravenous hunger that it took her breath away, leaving her no choice but to allow herself to get swept up in ot. She threw her arms around his neck, and when his tongue entered her mouth rolling over hers, she met it, until their kiss became a battle she knew she would lose. Noah groaned, releasing her arm and cupping her face between his massive hands, chasing her tongue hungrily. The air around them felt heavy and charged as she reached up and began pulling at his tie, determined to get him naked as fast as she could. 

They panted in between hot, wet, sucking kisses and as her eyes met his, sultry and seductive, they drew Noah into a trance like state, flipping the intent of their situation from a normal heated moment to their famous game of sex and submission. Noah pulled the black tie from his pocket, mentally praising himself for remembering to bring it. The darkened look she'd become familiar with all these years made his black orbs swell. His arousal twitched against her lower belly, forcing her sex to tighten and release the excitement her body felt, causing her panties to dampen. 

“W-wait… STOP!” Noah yelled, grabbing her wrists, and suddenly she was still. Their chests heaved up and down, their bodies aroused by one another’s to the point they would do anything just to please the other. But there was supposed to be more to this story they were in the middle of making and Noah wasn’t about to let it slip through the cracks. He swallowed hard and licked his lips, running a hand through his hair. Standing up straight, making him more taller than her then he already was, he brought her hands to his tie.

“Take it off,” he ordered, his voice hoarse with dryness. She hesitated. “That’s a command, princess. Are you going to comply or disobey?” Clearing her throat, she nodded then began to loosen the knot. Noah hummed in approval, tilting his head back as she worked. “Very good. Now,” he said, slowly pulling the black tie out of his pocket, “take off my shirt.” With shaking hands, she undid the buttons of his dress shirt, holding her breath when she reached the bottom before removing the shirt. 

“Can I touch you,” she asked, peering up at him through her lashes. “Yes. You can touch me.”

It was faster than a heartbeat. She threw herself into him, attacking his lips dangerously like the drug he was. Slowly, she dragged her lips down his neck and gilded her tongue over the lines and markings of his tattoos, kissing and sucking the taste of him from off his skin. As she moved farther south. her tongue found his nipple and she played with it, swirling and swiping her tongue over it, nipping and tugging until she had Noah moaning in ways that only she could. She moved towards the center of his chest, brushing her lips over the skeleton groom and his bride, over the leaves and the flowers that danced around them all the while her fingers and hands trailed over his skin, knowing every muscle and curve of it. 

Noah threw his head back and groaned, his cock mostly hard, pulsing hard against his zipper. He knew what his body wanted and she knew it, too. That’s why she was already heading in that direction.  

“Stop,” he ordered and she did, straightening herself. “What? Did I,” but Noah's fingers found her lips first. “No. You didn't do anything wrong,” he grinned. “Then what's wrong? Why did you tell me to stop?” The concern in her voice was obvious. She’d always been a people pleaser which is what made this game of cat and mouse so fun. 

“We have a problem here, princess,” he stated simply, running a finger down her naked spine. “And what's the problem, Mr. Davis?” He swallowed hard, trying to control his strangled breathing. “The dress,” he croaked. Her eyes widened. “The dress,” she stated, confused. “Yes, the dress. It needs to be burned,” he replied, breath hot on the skin of her ear lobe as he started sucking on it. “But you picked this dress out, Sebastian.” Noah growled softly, tugging her body closer to his from the way she used his middle name. “I know I did, fuck,” he whispered against her cheek. “But every fucking guy downstairs was looking at you though. If you go back down there, then I'm going to jail.”  “If it's bothering you so badly, then why don't you take it off me?” 

Noah grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. His heavy-lidded eyes drifted over the curves of her face, stopping at her lips. “You know, this smart ass mouth is only good for one thing. You know what that is, Princess?” “No.” “No, what?” She huffed. “No, sir.” Noah smirked. “It’s good for fucking my cock.” Her knees went weak, almost giving out. “Oh, god,” she whispered beneath her breath. “No god, baby. Just me.” 

Without another word, Noah reached for the satin tie around her neck, untied it, and allowed the front of the dress to fall to her hips, revealing her upper torso to his starving eyes. Her breasts were fully exposed. Their dark centers contrasted against her pale skin and their hardened, pebble-like, nipples waited eagerly for his mouth, but instead, he used his hands and smothered them with his massive palms and long fingers, pinching and pulling them just enough to pull the noises out of her he wanted. Snaking his hand behind her head, he grabbed a handful of hair.

“Look at me,” he ordered, yanking her head back. The look of lust in her eyes made the animal in him come alive. “Keep your eyes on me.” Noah unzipped the dress, pushing it down past her hips until it layed in a puddle on the floor, around her feet. He raked his eyes up and down her body, surprised by the sheer red panties she wore. “God damn, those are hot,” he praised her, knowing that she had a praise kink. “I can already see how soaked your pretty little pussy is for me,” he grinned, shifting his eyes from between her legs and back up to her face. 

 Softly, he kissed her forehead, stoking the fire inside her that was burning for him. “You make me insane, you know that?” Noah brushed the loose strands of hair way from her collarbone, placing his lips there and sucking hard. His hands travelled to her bare ass, pushing her pussy harder against his growing bulge. A needy whimper fell from her lips. “I really did think about murdering every motherfucker down there who looked at you the way they did.” Noah confessed, thrusting slowly against her. She grinded on him, meeting each movement he made, speeding up the inevitable. “Don’t be jealous, Noah. You know I belong to you. My heart is yours,” sliding her hands around his neck and pressing her bare breast against his chest. She kissed beneath his neck, ghosting his skin with her lips. Noah sighed, letting his head fall back for a moment before grabbing her wrists and pushing her back. 

“Then on your knees for me, princess, and show your king just how much you love to pleasure him,” he ordered. “Yes?” The heated look he gave her was enough to ignite the explosion inside her. “Yes,” she answered, about to get on her knees, but Noah stopped her. Taking the black tie, he wrapped it tightly around her eyes, blackening everything around her. “Yes, what?” “Yes, sir.”

With a subtle grunt, he nodded and she dropped to her knees. Her fingers undid his belt, yanking it harder than she meant to and the low moan he made told her he didn’t mind. His black dress pants fell to the floor, revealing the tented pair of black boxers beneath them. Shifting into the right position, she began her work, bringing her mouth to the tip of his cock still covered by the dark fabric. She didn’t touch him, only played with it as if it were her favorite toy. The slight sighs and groans that fell from above were beautiful, and she hadn’t even touched him yet. Tugging on the boxers, she pulled them down, freeing his cock that was seeping with precum. Noah brought it to her lips, spreading his juices over them until she was licking it from off her mouth and then his head. 

Oh! Fuck!” Noah moaned loudly. “Fucking, god-”choking on a slight cry the moment she took him entirely into her mouth and all the way down to the base like a pro. He thrusted into her, slighting fucking himself between her lips before the faint choking sounds and the gagging echoed throughout the room. Each time he thrusted hard, he hit the back of her throat, his muscles tightening the closer he got. He ran his hands through his hair, seething when her fingernails dug into his skin to hold him still. Thrust after thrust, Noah ripped intoxicating mewls from her pretty mouth until throbbing and twitching became consistent. “That’s it, princess, fuck your king’s cock with that pretty mouth. Take every bit of what I’m giving you!” he panted, trying to keep himself together. “Use your hand. Jerk me off while you're sucking me, baby. Oh, fuck yeah, just like that. So good, princess. You look fucking beautiful with my dick in your mouth.”

Spit trickled down her chin, and her hand was soaked, making it easier to slide up and down with her mouth. “I can only imagine how wet that fucking cunt of yours is, right now,” Noah said breathlessly. He was almost there. “I want to feel it. I want my tongue inside you, licking you up and fucking you just as good as your fucking me right now. Goddammit, princess,” he moaned, matching the thrusting of her mouth and hand with his hips. He was coming apart for her, and fast. 

She sucked on his head, using the tip of her tongue to trace his tip. “Fuck! Baby, I’m almost there,” he confessed, breathlessly. His hands wrapped around her face, holding her in place as he began to pump his dick in and out of her mouth ruthlessly. “Yeah, put it all the way down your throat. Good girl. Let your king fuck your mouth like the dirty little submissive that you are.” Her eyes watered each time he pounded the back of her throat. Noah was a panting mess. The overwhelming feeling was too much. “Stop! I said stop,” he cried, pulling the back of her hair. But she didn’t. Finally, Noah came, shooting his cum straight to the back of her throat. There was so much, she couldn’t swallow all of it and it spilled out, leaking down the front of her between her breasts.

“Fuck! Oh g-god,” he stuttered. He couldn’t think straight, completely wrecked. “You didn’t fucking listenten to me when I told you to stop,” he barked, anger clearly in his tone. “I didn’t think you really wanted me to,” she confessed without looking up at him. She didn’t need the blindfold off to know he was pissed. 

She was right. Noah didn’t want her to, but that’s not how the rules work. Noah's chest heaved up and down. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, pushing his hair back. “I have to punish you, now. You disobeyed. You know I don’t like it when you do.” “Then, I will gladly accept my punishment,” she said bravely. Noah flinched. She was challenging him and he knew why. 

“Get up.” She rose to her feet quickly. “Get on the bed; all the way up by the pillows. Move them out of the way,” Noah commanded, following her. The bed dipped and shifted until their bodies came together. He grabbed her hips, pulling her back against him, tucking his arms under hers. His hands found her breasts, latching onto them and squeezing them hard, pinching her nipples between his thumbs and fingers while taking the lobe of her ear between his teeth. “You are not allowed to touch me, do you understand?” A soft moan followed by a whimper could be heard. Noah’s hands travelled down towards her pussy, wasting no time in punishing her. He slipped a finger low, teasing the edge of the lips of her pussy that coated the tip with her arousal. With a sharp gasp, she arched her back as Noah sunk into her heat, groaning deep from the feeling of her already tightening around him. A slight cry escaped her, but Noah threw his hand over her mouth. “Don’t you dare make a sound. Not until I say you can,” he said sharply against her ear. “It may be your birthday, but that doesn’t mean you're above your punishment. Lock your arms around my back, now.”

Quickly obeying Noah smiled in satisfaction as he began to finger her harder, plunging a second finger deep into her soaked cunt, penetrating her walls so easily as she writhed against him. “Disobey me again, and you’re getting spanked.” She muffled a moan as Noah fucked her cunt ruthlessly, taking whatever satisfaction he got out of it. She pushed against him, needing to feel him deeper, needing to cum so badly. “Fuck, your pussy is so soaked for me. Uh, god,” Noah sighed. “Look at you, making a mess on me, ,” he said, pulling his fingers out and looking at how they glistened. “Lick them. Taste yourself on me.” Once Noah removed his hand from off her mouth, she eagerly took his fingers into her mouth, sucking her own juices from them and moaning from the taste as she rutted her ass against his hard length. “You’re so fucking sexy,” Noah praised her. The dominant in him was starting to fail as he was slowly unraveling from the way she knew she owned him. Removing his fingers, he yanked her head back by the hair and slammed his mouth on hers, tasting the little bit of her juices that lingered, making him want more. “You drive me fucking crazy, you know that. Out of my goddamn mind. I can’t, with you,” pulling her back and ripping the blindfold from off her eyes just so that he could look at her. 

“I love you, Noah,” she said softly, knowing she’d just broken another rule. He smiled softly back at her, kissing the end of her nose. “I love you, too, but you broke another rule. Now, I’ll have to fuck you like the slut you are, and give you a spanking. But something’s telling me that’s exactly what you want, isn’t it, princess?” The sweetness quickly left Noah’s eyes. He forced her head forward, gentle enough for her to know he  loved her, too, but hard enough that she knew who was really in charge. “Grab the headboard,” he ordered, taking her hips and moving her into the position he wanted her in. “You don’t cum on my cock until I say you can,” bringing his hand down on her ass with a hard, loud smack. She screamed his name, just as Noah unmercifully slammed into her, breaking through her inner walls and claiming what was his, just like a ruthless king would do.He fucked her hard, pulling out often just to do it all over again, spanking the other ass cheek and leaving a mark. Her needy moans became cries and screams of pleasure, begging him not to stop when his head hit so deep into her.

“Tell me princess, who owns you?” He growled, loud and clear. “Y-you do, Noah.” “Louder!” “You!” she cried, as the slapping of their skin together filled the room. “Good girl. Your body is mine to fuck whenever I want, am I right?” “Yes, sir,” she whimpered. “Oh f-fuck. Noah, please, I need to cum. I’m almost,” she gasped, gripping the headboard as hard as she could. “No fucking way, I didn’t say you could,” flipping her over onto her back. She was a writhing mess, beautifully fucked to perfection according to Noah’s standards. It was time he gave her what she wanted, a perfect ending to her birthday. Leaning down into her, Noah brushed the hair from off her wet forehead, slowly kissing her lips.

He slipped his swollen cock back inside her, moaning from the way she slipped over him like a glove. “Fuck, baby, you’re pussy was made for my cock. You feel so good,” he whispered, hiking her leg higher around his waist. “Have you had enough, yet?” She nodded slowly, meeting his eyes for the first time in a while. Noah grinned. “I’m going to be mean and say I’ll tell you when you’ve had enough. Now, tell me who’s the king of this fucking pussy?” pushing himself up off her and placing her legs over his shoulders, only to sink deeper down into her until the pressure was too much. “Noah, you are, baby,” she cried, running her nails down his toned, tattooed arms. “It’s yours. I’m yours.” They kept eye contact for a long moment as Noah switched up his pace, making every thrust and drive into her, slower and more full that she could feel the entirety of his length each time he sunk down into her. “Give it to me, princess” he encouraged with no demand. “Let go, let me feel it, baby,” he cooed, kissing her sweetly. “Cum for me, please, do it now,” he begged, taking her arms and wrapping them around his neck. She clung to him as he buried his face in her neck, working every part of her opened as she willingly submitted to his demands.  

“Noah,” she gasped, whining softly. “Don't stop. Please don't stop. I'm so close.” 

“Shhh, I don't plan to, baby. Just please, turn those beautiful eyes up and look at me so I can watch you fall apart with me inside you.” There was a fever of desperation in him that she had never heard before and the second she locked eyes with Noah's, she surrendered completely to him, as she reached her full climax, her orgasm sweeping through her entire body. Muffled screams echoed off the walls. Her nails raked down Noah's back as her toes curled. Noah couldn’t control his urges any longer, cumming for a second time that night except this time filling her with his seed. 

The ride home was a quiet one. She drifted off between staying awake and falling asleep, all the while holding onto Noah’s hand tightly. It was hard for him to keep his eyes on the road. He kept looking over at her, feeling like the luckiest man in the world. “I love you. You’re beautiful,” he told her. She raised her sleepy up and smiled at him. “I love you, too, Noah.” Once she was asleep and he managed to get his hand back, Noah grabbed his phone to send a quick text to Jolly. A few minutes later, Jolly responded with the answer he was hoping for. 

“Hey, princess, wake up, baby, we’re home,” Noah roused her from sleep. She stretched and got out of the car as Noah grabbed her heels and picked her up into his arms and carried her inside. His heart was pounding hard and his nerves were on fire. Noah was starting to think his idea might’ve been a mistake, that maybe wasn’t ready to take the plunge he was about to. Dropping the shoes and keys on the floor, he managed to lock the door before heading upstairs with her still sound asleep in his arms. As he looked down at her, Noah smiled. She was the prettiest, most perfect thing ever to him and he knew right then he had no reason to be afraid. The feeling he had for her would never go away. 

“Hey baby, I’m putting you down. Let’s get you out of this dress and into bed, okay?” She nodded against his chest. “Noah,” she sighed through a yawn, “ I love you. Thanks for loving me,” Noah’s heart exploded inside him. “I love you, too, princess,” he managed to whisper. He placed her on her feet, opening their bedroom door and guiding her in. She gasped, her hand flying to her mouth the moment she realized what she was looking at. “Noah!,” she cried softly, covering her mouth with both hands. He smiled widely at her. “Happy birthday, Princess.” She threw her arms around his neck, kissing him over and over. “Thank you, my love! Thank you so much,” she whispered against his lips. “Go look, there’s more,” he urged, taking her hands. He followed her into the room, taking in every single second of the moment as he leaned against the doorframe with his hands shoved into his pockets.

When she turned around with tears sliding down her cheeks, Noah knew he’d found his forever. “Well, will you?” he asked, nervously. She smiled and expelled a slight laugh. “It’s about fucking time you asked me, Sebastian!” Noah grinned, pushing away from the door frame. “Yeah, I know. I’m a little slow,” he admitted walking up to her and taking the small ring from her. “So, is that a yes? Marry me and have babies with me?” he asked, taking her left hand and slipping the ring onto her ring finger. It fit perfectly. “It fits, so I guess so,” she joked, embarrassing him and locking him in a sloppy, yet happy kiss. “Ugh, god, is that the only reason?” he mumbled against her lips, laughing. “No.” she giggled. “I love you, Noah. Yes, I’ll marry you and have babies with you!” “Thank god,” he sighed dramatically. “I was beginning to think you 're going to tell me to get lost.” “Well, you know,” “Hey now!” Noah laughed, poking her in the sides as she laughed. Picking her up again, he tossed her onto the bed full of rose petals. “Happy Birthday, beautiful,” he said, sliding her dress up around her waist, and removing her panties. “I’ve got one more gift for you. I hope you’ll like it,” he teased, giving her sly smile before diving deep into her sex, and giving her another gift she’d always remember.

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[flufftober day 2, wc: 870] - your sweatshirt : y. seoyeon

SOMETHING IS MISSING. no, it’s not the food (or, lack thereof) in your fridge. or the canon digicam that was on your desk, because you watched xinyu sneak it into her tote the other day when she thought you weren’t looking. your hoodie is missing.

on weekend movie nights with your girlfriend, you have a certain hoodie you wear every week without fail. now, weekend movie nights weren’t exactly a thing until around a year ago, and you don’t remember when you started wearing the hoodie during them, but it’s very special, brings back memories to kre’s first stage which you wore it—a white pullover hoodie that has the words “always rooting for s1 yoon seoyeon!” carefully written with a sky blue fabric marker—to.

you still remember the way her eyes sparkled when you surprised her in the waiting room pre-performance, especially after you told her that you wouldn’t be able to make it because of a separate schedule you had as a tripleS member. she held your hand tightly until they were called for standby, her warmth still lingering long after she left. 

anyway, you have an inkling of where the garment has gone. a tiny hint. it might be a figure on the couch, wearing the missing item in question.

you approach the figure, standing in front of them and looming over. “i wonder whose sweatshirt that is…”

they sluggishly look up from their phone, revealing the face of none other than your girlfriend. seoyeon raises her eyebrows, looks down at the hoodie she’s wearing, and looks back at you. she disregards the ever-growing blush on her cheeks and flashes a cheeky smile. “yeah, i wonder who.”

this isn’t the first time she’s stolen clothes of yours. it’s a regular thing; you don’t even need to leave the comfort of seoyeon’s room to get a change of clothes, because half of your closet is in her closet. you can’t remember any of your clothes that she hasn’t worn. it’s practically one of her hobbies, adding to the list which consists of lying around, watching movies… and watching more movies. 

what’s nice about it, though, is the fact that anything that she steals is too big on her. pajama pants pool around her ankles, and she gains sweater paws from any tops she finds. it’s incredibly endearing, and erases any of the (virtually nonexistent) annoyance you might have towards her. like now, where the weekly movie night sweater is bagging up at the sleeves two years later. 

“you’re not gonna give it up, are you?” 

“no?” she retorts, patting the empty space next to her which compels you to sit. the netflix home menu is displayed on the tv, ready to play anything of your choosing. last week’s movie was a rewatch of black panther, one of seoyeon’s all-time favorites and one that the two of you probably rewatch monthly. it never gets old. even if you have to watch the outdated ‘what are those?!’ joke hundreds of times over.

you reach for the remote, which is on top of a stack of albums that everyone in the haus (sans soomin) has signed, and navigate through the different genres that the streaming service offers. “what do you want to watch?”

seoyeon hums, resting her head on your shoulder and fiddling around with the drawstrings of (your) hoodie. her eyes are trained on the screen, watching you sift through rows of movies and shows with a look of disinterest. “you pick.”

glancing down at your girlfriend, who’s now focused on tying the drawstrings into a bow, you jut out your lower lip. your gaze drifts over to the ‘horror’ section and smile. well, it is october. seoyeon seems to notice your lack of movement with the remote and looks up, so you scroll over to it. 

“no, y/n. you can’t do this to me,” she turns to you, absolutely petrified beyond comprehension. her reaction makes sense, because the last horror movie you watched (with kotone and hyerin, when they came over) resulted in paranoia around the haus despite her confidence in not being scared. and you can’t take her seriously when she tries to convince you not to do something, because she really just ends up looking like sad violin music is about to play.

“pfft,” you ruffle her hair and pull the slightly-tightened hood over her head. “you look like that low quality sad hamster.”

“what did you just say about me?” she frowns, seemingly miffed. “it’s barely october. why should we watch a horror movie?”

“it’s still october—a little bit of the conjuring won’t hurt you, seoyeonnie.” 

you press play on the remote, and seoyeon lets out a strangled cry which sounds like a mix of a bird and a dying rat. “you’re dead, y/n. i swear on my life.”

wrapping your arm around her and pulling her closer, you laugh. “we’re not even five minutes in! you’ve got both me and my hoodie you stole, wrapped around you. there’s no need to worry.”

“don’t you hate horror movies too?” seoyeon mumbles into your shoulder, her speech muffled.

oh, that’s what you forgot. but, there’s nothing you can do about it now, is there? “uh… let’s just watch, okay?”

flufftober masterlist!

a/n : hamham iwaly

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Aside from Origins and Oblivio, what are your most favourite episodes of Miraculous?

Oblivio and Origins are the only episodes come to mind when I think of my favorite episodes because they're the only ones I've watched multiple times, but I'll read through the episode list and give you every episode that stands out as a positive memory. I'll also note my thoughts on how these episodes could have been improved because I don't like to give things my stamp of approval without acknowledging the flaws.

Stormy Weather: this was a solid intro with a lot of fun moments. I wish the show had lived up to the things this intro promised. It may have been the best Ladynoir dynamic we ever got... The only thing I didn't like was the introduction of Marinette's flaw where she can't say no because I don't think that goes anywhere in canon? If it had been the start of a character arc, then it would have been great! Only reason this isn't a true favorite is that it's a light-hearted intro episode that's just about introducing us to the world of Miraculous. It does that well, but doesn't have much rewatch value for me as I tend to go for stuff with stronger plots.

The Evillustrator: quality identity shenanigans, but I wasn't a fan of the way Marinette treated Chat Noir when he came to meet her on her civilian side. Her secretly making fun of him was one of the early instances of the show writing Ladynoir like work colleges forced together by their boss. Not a great choice for your main couple, but the later Marichat moments are still great!

Dark Cupid: I'm a sucker for True Love's Kiss so of course I love this one, but don't like that Ladybug immediately assumed that a kiss would work. That kills that tension! It should have been a hail Mary that she only came up with after Chat Noir had her pinned. I'm also super bummed that this kiss magic never came up again. What a waste! The final issue is that the episode played Chat Noir poorly because it's one of the episodes where he only got hit because he was too focused on flirting over fighting. I hate it when the writers do that! It totally undermines Adrien's character.

Origins: my issues with this one are pretty nuanced so I won't go into them in detail as they're not glaring and would take too long to sum up. It's all subtle things like Alya and Chat Noir both inspiring Marinette to be Ladybug which is only a flaw if you want the story to be focused on Ladynoir first and foremost.

Despair Bear: the ending of this one sucks, but I do like the first 95% of it. I liked Adrien standing up to Chloe. I liked Chloe freaking out over losing Adrien. I like Chloe struggling to play nice. All good moments that could have been great if the episode had stuck the landing.

Glaciator: this one's main issue is its place in the timeline. If Chat Noir's confession was quickly followed by a crush flip or Ladynoir together, then this would be mostly fine. The more subtle issue is the fact that Marinette is treated as the one in the wrong here when Chat Noir is the one who needed to learn a lesson. She said she wasn't going to make it, dude! Don't wait for her! Go see your friends! In spite of those issues, I do still enjoy this episode. The balcony scene is adorable! I just wish that it was in a better show.

Sapotis: I think Alya gets the best hero debut of the season two heroes, but that isn't saying much. While I like her part in this episode, I wish that it felt like she was picked for something unique to her and not just because her sisters got akumatized. Still fun to see her be a hero for the first time, though.

Sandboy: While I'm so-so on this episode, I loved the concept of this akuma! My main complaint is that the fears he revealed never really went anywhere. Normally an episode like this is about letting the heroes understand each other better, deepening their relationship, but that didn't happen here. The fact that Chat Noir's biggest fear is Ladybug hating him never got addressed. The episode treats it like a joke:

Nightmare Ladybug: Bad kitty! I'll never love you! I've always wanted to get rid of you! Ladybug: You have weird dreams too. Cat Noir: My bad.

Style Queen: I remember being so excited by this episode! The Ladrien moment! Gabriel being a good dad! Adrien getting hit by the akuma! Plagg and Ladybug meeting! Topping it all off was the beauty that was Chloe getting the bee with no one knowing that she had it. That was a twist that I didn't see coming! Of course it all goes to hell in the next episode, but I'm still putting this one on the list because I genuinely loved it when I first saw it. It was the last episode where I believed in a Chloe redemption arc and I love a good redemption arc.

Malediktator: This episode started the trend of the writers having no idea what they were doing with Chloe. I don't understand why she got the bee again after her identity was outed, but I still like this one in a vacuum. I liked seeing Chloe own up to her faults. Chat Noir saving the day via laser pointer was also pretty fun as was Ladybug getting a gun only to use the laser scope and nothing else. That's how I've always wanted the lucky charm to be used. Less Marinette solving puzzles and more Marinette's brain working in a way that makes no sense to anyone else.

Oblivio: This is my favorite "what if" episode by far and I would have loved to see more like this because it's not a freaking time reset! It's a memory wipe and we're told that the memories will be wiped pretty early on so the ending doesn't feel forced. That doesn't change the fact that one of my favorite genres of fic is Oblivio fix-its where the memories don't get erased. I also cannot give this episode the seal of true perfection because the writers decided to Chat Noir goof off during the first fight, leading Oblivio to hit the heroes. Why? Why ruin my fun with that nonsense! It's a one-hit KO akuma. Just let him get hit by accident while fighting! You don't need Adrien and Marinette to question their couple status! It's not like that plot point changed their behavior.

Gamer 2.0: This is the first episode where I can't think of an issue. It's a major improvement on Gamer, has a cute ending, and some adorable Ladynoir moments. What's not to love? Only reason it's not a favorite is that it's just nice filler and I rarely have filler on my favorites list. It has to be truly spectacular for that to happen.

Wishmaker: I'm putting this one on here because it's the only season four episode where I went "Oh, yeah, that had some good moments" when I read the title. I hated everything about Adrien not having a childhood dream because it makes no sense for his character, but the akuma's power was interesting, Luka got to be in his best role (mentor), and the Jagged Stone crocodile scene will never cease to make me laugh. Luka learning the identities is yet another moment where I was excited to see what happened next, but hated the payoff. So, like Sandboy, this one is on the list more for it's potential than what it actually was.

Glaciator 2: I guess I'll put this one on here, too, since I do love the ending scene where Marinette finally confesses to Adrien even if she doesn't know it. I just hate that it never paid off. The writers will forever have my ire for going with the freaking statue scene instead. Terrible choice. I also hated almost everything before the confession scene. Why are Marinette and Chat Noir hanging out in public? You're really telling me that she can't do that with Adrien (Gorizilla) but no one bats an eye when she's out with Chat Noir? Yeah right.

And that's it! Every episode that I felt had real potential and remember really enjoying. There are other episodes that I had fun with, but I limited this list to ones whose name sparked some manner of strong positive feelings instead of a simple "oh yeah, that one was fine."

[duchess-of-mandalore]

Hello, I was wondering if you could assist me with some information. I recently fell in love with Satine Kryze after being invited to watch the Clone Wars, but I have some questions.

I don't understand, wasn't Mandalore part of the Republic before the Clone Wars? And if not, was it ever? I hope you read this and can help me. Thanks.

Oooh, welcome, Nonny!! How I wish I could rewatch Satine's arc for the first time!

Okay, so like many things related to politics in Star Wars, we have a lot of details but also a lot of conflicting information. Different reference books will imply different things. Mandalore's history, in particular, is in a kind of static limbo because there was so much history that was established before The Clone Wars, then a lot that George Lucas established/retconned when he approved Satine's story, and then a lot that was retconned or reestablished after Disney declared that the Expanded Universe was "Legends" and that "Canon" could contradict what came before.

However, I actually think I can answer your question without any of that. Yes, Mandalore is a part of the Republic before/during the Clone Wars, and we know this from The Clone Wars itself.

Mandalore has a seat in the Senate. We see Satine in one of the Senate pods listening to a speech given by Padme in one episode, and we know that Tal Merrik is the Senator for Mandalore before he's revealed as a traitor.

In "Voyage of Temptation," Satine is at odds with the Senate and finds herself on the run from Republic forces. When Obi-Wan finds her, he tells her that she should turn herself into the authorities and the reason that he gives is, "We've both sworn a loyalty to the Republic." Satine does not deny this and says, "Believe me, neither one of us is breaking our oath."

The whole reason why the Jedi send Obi-Wan back to Mandalore in Season 2 is because the Senate is hearing rumors that Satine is building an army to fight for the Separatist cause. The Senate is able to exert pressure on Satine only because she is already in the Republic. She's not some free agent, and they want to ensure that she's not acting like one.

Satine leads the Council of Neutral Systems which is by definition made up of 2,000 Republic worlds (who all have seats in the Senate) who wish to remain neutral in the war. There's no way that those Republic worlds would authorize a non-Republic leader to be their primary representative.

I'm sure there are other things I could list, but off the top of my head, those are the biggest pieces of evidence for why Mandalore is indeed a member of the Republic before/during the Clone Wars.

[trademarkblue]

The Handmaid's Tale Rewatch: 2x02

These rewatch posts will all be spoilery, so if you haven't seen the show and want to watch it unspoiled, read no further.

This episode. THIS EPISODE. lolz

The Boston Globe, our beloved.

Also, can we just talk about how Nick's eyes and face 100% move to track June's during their fight up until "you wanna play the hero?" GAH it's so good. The acting in the fight scene really is maybe my fave of the whole series. I've listened to it a few times in the car with no visuals, and somehow that really adds to how good it is, like you can focus on their voices and the way they are speaking to each other.

They are both scared, confused, and frantic in this episode in several different ways, and it's just really lovely to see them hash that out together in such a real, raw way (which includes the sex marathon afterwards). Nick must have been frantic to find out where she was, and he reveals that in the fight when he says "you know how hard it was to find out you were here?" You can feel his palpable relief when she drops the hammer, walks out, and he hugs her. "You're okay." And on the other hand, June's just witnessed something traumatic that she's not ready to actually talk about, but it pushes her into that erratic state she embodies so well when she's angry, afraid, and desperate.

What's your favorite moment from 2x02?

As is customary, the moment June hears Nick say her name, relief completely floods her. Forever obsessed with this moment where she closes her eyes and a tear slips out.

They get SO CLOSE during this fight. Neither is afraid to show how they feel and to actually talk about it here.

The moment Nick calls out to June to give her his gun as she's leaving, you can see the shock on her face as it is registering just what he's doing here - he has already given up his only escape with the car keys and now he's giving up his only means of protection just to give her complete control of the choice. I love this moment and how much complexity of emotion you can see clearly on Lizzie's face in this whole scene.

This screenshot is just for sExY hands lol.

This moment overwhelmed me in the best way the first time and every time I watch this episode, because June is essentially crawling back inside after doing something rash and stupid, and Nick is nothing but silent and kind, allowing her mental space after her moment. He does a sweet little nod here, showing he's glad she's back and that her return was her own choice.

June taking control and Nick easily submitting is one of the hottest things this show has done imo...

...and it continues through these beautifully tender moments, mixed into their effortless power trading...

Nick grabbing her hand on the wall after she's inspired him (with the neck bite) to take control is just... FUCK. It's so cute and loving.

Feel free to reblog and add a screenshot or clip of your favorite moments so we can get a 2x02 chain going!

If you're a podcast listener, here are the links to the spoiler free and spoiler full discussions of 2x02 from Above the Garage:

**Regarding Spotify: They recently hosted a $150,000 brunch honoring Trump. I have been trying to drop companies that have been supporting him monetarily (the list is so long that this feels almost impossible), but I'm having trouble with podcasts. The other easy option would be Apple, but they donated $1 million to Trump's inauguration fund... If anyone has good ideas for where to take our business for podcasts, please let me know. Thank you!

The June & Nick Cut:

Here's a link to my June & Nick only cut of episode 2x02. I would really appreciate credit if you share these anywhere else. ♥️