#so it’s easy to ride the motivation wave

[littledreamling]

nothing like sitting down with the intention of writing 500 words on a wip, blacking out, and blinking back to consciousness with 2.3k new words and a finished fic ._.

[amongemeraldclouds]

so high school

you know how to ball, I know Aristotle

Mattheo Riddle x f!Reader (Modern AU)

Warning: fluff, no use of y/n

Author's note: I can't think of a good summary for this, but it's all about going on a motorcycle ride with Mattheo because he aced the test you tutored him for.

✿ Masterlist | TTPD Masterlist | 643 words

“Come on, pretty girl,” Mattheo said, handing you his spare helmet. You eyed it suspiciously, but held your hand out anyway, accepting it.

Your plan worked a little too well. Tutoring Mattheo was anything but easy, so to motivate him, you agreed he could get a reward each time he scored well on a test.

He said he would show you how to have fun. You smacked his arm and he promised he would be an honorable gentleman and keep things wholesome, unless you wanted more. To which you insisted, you did not.

Never mind the way your stomach fluttered when you were near him, or how your thoughts would get derailed when his arm brushed accidentally against yours. You knew better than to get involved with the resident troublemaker at your school.

You countered instead that fun looked like different things to different people. So if he showed you something he found fun, you’d also get to show him something you enjoyed. He shrugged his shoulders and agreed. Besides, if he got top marks in class, you’d receive a hefty bonus, which was more than enough of your savings goal for university.

That was how you found yourself rock climbing, racing cars, and now, your arms were tightly wrapped around his torso, hair flying in the wind, as he whisked you both away in his motorcycle.

After a while, you found yourself relaxing as you got used to the speed and found you enjoyed the rush as you cut through the air, cars and buildings blurring past you. There was something freeing about it and it certainly did not hurt to feel his toned body snug against yours.

You almost complained when he slowed down as you approached the beach. “So?” He asked, grinning as he took off his helmet. You were tempted to fix his helmet hair and run your fingers through his luscious locks, but held yourself back.

You couldn’t, however, stop yourself from mirroring his grin, adrenaline pumping through your veins. “Not bad, Riddle.”

He laid out a blanket he packed and you both settled in, listening to the waves, as the sun painted the sky a blend of red, orange, and yellow. You took a moment to breathe it all in, the salt air and the warmth of Mattheo beside you.

It was your turn to tell him all about the book you were reading about. You showed him how fun could also exist in far away realms with magic and dragons. How books were portals to these worlds where mysteries get solved and people find happy endings. Despite his initial eye roll weeks earlier, you found he was a great listener who seemed genuinely enthralled by your stories.

Little did you know it was because of you. Mattheo loved watching you come to life, the spark twinkling in your eye when you showed him something you thought was fun. You were a captivating storyteller. He could listen to you for hours and it would only feel like minutes. You always left him wanting more.

Your eyes could rival the sun and he wanted to kiss you then and there, but stopped himself. He watched your feelings bloom slowly with the way you had to pause when his arm ‘accidentally’ brushed yours. How you always seemed to have his favorite pack of candy around and you always leaned into him when you laughed.

He loved your laugh, and everything else about you. He was going to wait until your feelings grew to the point where you could no longer deny them. Then he would be honest. It had been a few weeks since he fell for you with the exact same approach he took with everything else in his life - fully and unapologetically.

When it was your turn to fall, he was ready to be a safe place to land.

✿ Masterlist | TTPD Masterlist

A/N: This is one of the least literal interpretation out of all my TTPD fics so far, but the song ‘So High School’ is just PERFECT for this vibe.

[diazsdimples]

JAMES JAMES JAMES HERES AN OFFICIAL ASKING *BEGGING* YOU TO WRITE YOUR BUDDIETOMMY/EDDIETOMMY FIC THAT YOURE WXCITED FOR AND NOW YOU HAVE TO WRITE ITS THE LAW. IDK WHAT EMOJI IT WAS IF IT WAS EVEN ONE BUT 🧗‍♂️🧗‍♂️🧗‍♂️🧗‍♂️🧗‍♂️🧗‍♂️🧗‍♂️🧗‍♂️🧗‍♂️🧗‍♂️🧗‍♂️🧗‍♂️🧗‍♂️🧗‍♂️🧗‍♂️🧗‍♂️🧗‍♂️🧗‍♂️🧗‍♂️🧗‍♂️

THATS 60 SENTENCES THAT YOU HAVE TO WRITE NOW. YOU GOT THIS BABY YOURE GONNA DO SO GOOD YOURE GONNA WRITE IT RIGHT? 😘😘😘

Here’s my favourite picture of Eddie Diaz for motivation 💜

I would do anything for Eddie Diaz, just you watch. LOOK AT HIM. Also I wrote 1.5k for this in one sitting, the beans are SO BACK!

Though he’ll never admit it, looking at Tommy is one of his favourite things to do.

If you asked an outsider, they would probably say that Buck’s the most attractive out of the three them, with his boyish good looks, bright blue eyes and bulging muscles beneath the obscenely tight shirts he wears. He’s got the cutest dimples in his cheeks that pop out whenever he’s got that mischievous smile on his face, and that alone regularly makes Eddie’s knees turn to jelly.

Tommy though. Tommy is handsome in an almost classical, old-timey Hollywood kind of way. Where Buck is softness and fuzzy around the edges, Tommy is all sharpness and angles. His cheekbones are so pronounced that Eddie often marvels that he doesn’t cut a finger when he caresses them. The cleft in his chin is a perfect shape, and Eddie’s thumb nestles in it like it was fit to size when he kisses Tommy senseless.

And now, looking at Tommy with the wind through his hair, a smile on his face, and a pale orange tank top that gives Eddie just the slightest hint of a nipple? Eddie wants to pull the car over and ride Tommy until he can feel him in the back of his throat.

He won’t do that though – they’ve just given the Chevelle a new leather interior and he’ll be damned if he’s going to ruin it already.

The drive to Point Dume is stunning. The sun glints off the ocean like light on a sapphire, blue and sparkling as the waves crash against the shore, and the high cliff faces on their right are large and imposing, making Eddie feel small.

The beach houses along the coast are large and luxurious – and will probably be non-existent in a few years if climate change has anything to say about it – and Eddie and Tommy entertain themselves by pointing out what style of architecture they’d look for if they ever retired to the seaside. Tommy likes the classical, almost ramshackle style of the older beach houses, whereas Eddie’s drawn to the sleek lines and metal beams of the more modern styles.

Not that it matters anyways, because on their firefighter’s salaries they’re lucky they can even afford to rent a place big enough for them and Chris, but it’s always fun to dream.

Tommy pulls over in Malibu and they each get an ice cream cone, leaning against the hood of the car while they eat.

Eddie’s not usually one for public displays of affection, usually seeing them as tacky, but he leans into Tommy’s side, humming as his boyfriend slings an arm around his shoulders, pulling him closer.

“Everything okay?” Tommy asks as he presses a kiss to the crown of Eddie’s head.

“Yeah,” Eddie hums, tucking his head under Tommy’s chin. “Just like being here with you.”

“You’re so sappy today, what’s gotten into you?” Tommy laughs.

It’s because I love you. I love you and I’m here with you and it’s perfect.

The words stick in Eddie’s throat, unable to come out. He’s been thinking them for a while now, but no matter how hard he tries, the moment never feels right to say them to Tommy. With Buck, they fell out of him as easy as could be. Like it was second nature, something he’d kept inside him for years and was finally able to say them aloud. But for some reason, Eddie feels like the first time he says it to Tommy needs to be on some grand occasion, with fireworks in the background and Buck watching as his boyfriends declare their love for one another.

Maybe, after today, they’ll finally break free from Eddie’s mouth.

Instead, Eddie pokes Tommy in the side. “Am I not allowed to show affection for you once in a while?”

“Of course you are,” Tommy replies, expertly dodging the nip Eddie aimed at Tommy’s neck. So, he’s got a bit of an oral fixation? Sue him. “I’m not complaining.”

Eddie stretches up to kiss Tommy’s cheek, before darting forward and taking a chunk out of Tommy’s ice cream. He wrinkles his nose in distaste as the bitterly cold flavour of mint explodes in his mouth and lets out an exaggerated gag.

“You’re an idiot,” Tommy laughs as Eddie takes a few hurried licks of his own ice cream, keen to replace the mint with something much more agreeable. “What did you do that for?”

“I forgot you like to eat frozen toothpaste,” Eddie grumbles in response. He lets out a quiet moan of appreciation as the softer, warmer flavour of rum and raisin coats his tongue.

“Hey, it’s not my fault you don’t appreciate the finer things in life.”

“I appreciate you and Buck, don’t I? I’d say that’s pretty good taste.”

Tommy snorts, reeling Eddie in for a breathtaking kiss. He’s minty and cold, his tongue sweeping across Eddie’s lips, making them tingle in its wake. A groan rumbles low in Eddie’s chest as Tommy kisses him, his hand firm against Eddie’s back.

“Touché, Mr. Diaz,” Tommy murmurs as he pulls away. “Sassy little shit that you are.”

Eddie grins and blows Tommy a kiss. He finishes the last of his ice cream in a few hasty bites, before flopping back into the passenger seat of the Chevelle.

“Come on, if we don’t send Buck a photo of the cove in the next few minutes, he’s going to think we’ve crashed and go frantic.”

Tommy snorts, knowing Eddie’s not far from the truth, and climbs back into the driver’s seat. There’s a soft look on his face as he gives Eddie a quick kiss before throwing the car into gear, and it makes Eddie feel as though he’s been filled with hot air.

The drive through the exorbitant neighbourhood that is Point Dume is probably one of Eddie’s favourites that he’s done with Tommy.

They probably look like a couple of weirdos as they cruise slowly past the lavish mansions, making pointed comments about the designs and the landscaping. Tommy even boldly announces at one point that if it were up to him, decorative cacti would be illegal. Eddie giggles as Tommy tells him about the times he was drunk as a teenager and had repeatedly fallen into the cactus outside his grandparents’ home. It had taken three separate occasions of his grandmother picking prickles out of his asscheeks before they’d taken Tommy aside and asked him to cut back on his drinking – or to at least watch where he was going if he was going to sneak back in.

[lovememoreplease]

Worth 10 points..

☆TW-nsfw, eating out (veritas), fingering, squirting, ratio getting called veritas, ftm!veritas, words pussy and core used on veritas, gn!reader a/n the 'k' on my keyboard is broken and it sometimes dont click so if there is any 'k' missing then im sorry. also im burned out as hell and the fact im 'slow writer' that gets burned out every week dont help with me wanting to write more but not being able to from lack of the ideas and motivation...

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veritas is a man with big ego that is hard to shatter. many people tried and even more failed as he always came back with sassy come back or insult. but when it came to you... he didnt mind it at all. he didnt mind your dirty talk or those playful insults flying his way. and he didnt mind as well having his legs spread open on his desk as you dive your head between his legs. he loved it in fact.

his hands tightly gripping your hair and tucking on them while few pathetic grunts leaves his lips. his teeth biting into his lower lip as he tries to hold on his leftover pride by trying to cancel the moans that so desperately tries to find their way out.

"fuck.." gasp leaves veritas mouth as he curse under his breath pulling your face closer. your tongue licking around the drenched hole of his while your nose brush around his swollen big clit. your and his eyes held in heated eye contact as it makes him weak even more. it was so easy for you to break him. small chuckle left you at the single though about it accidentally sending a wave of pleasurable vibrations through his core making him clench around nothing. "damn you" he whimper out pushing your head closer.

you ended teasing his entrance and moved instead to draw long licks along his labia while using your hand to spread his fat pussy lips for better access.

your hot breath down there making him shudder and soon choking out a moan as you suck on his clit and pres two fingers into his wet hole trying to find his sweet spot.

"y-y/n... dont tease me" he moan closing his eyes and letting his head fall to the back. he can feel all those licks and sucks you give him and even how your teeth graze against his hard clit. you pull away to reply. "im not teasing, honey." you said with chuckle rubbing his clit in fast motion and fingering him faster.

his legs closing around as he starts to shake from the sudden stimulation and pleasure. moans of your names and begs leaving his mouth as he breath heavy. eyes rolling to the back of his head as drool falls down his chin.

"fuc- ngh..ahh... baby im...mmh... close" veritas whimper out clenching around your fingers and you speed up your moves curling them even more to hit that one spot over and over while still moving two fingers up and down his clit. more of his fluids dripping down your hand to your wrists as he grip the wooden desk harshly.

after few more minutes he cums clenching around your fingers like vice and you place your mouth instead of your fingers on his hard nub giving few final sucks before he cum and squirt with loud moan. all his juices falling in your open mouth and down your chin as he breath harshly and shake.

"o-oh fu..ck" he choke out and look down at you. riding his orgams on your face rolling his hips. when he finish and let you pull away he smile softly at you. "i give it 10 points you know? you werent that bad" he said as the smile soon turns into a smirk. "huh? what are you doi- ahh!" he didnt finished as you dive back between his legs not giving him any more time to calm down.

[nihilnovisubsole]

something i've been thinking about as GDC comes around again: it's amazing to sit in the same room with Real Industry People and hear the truth of why certain story decisions happened the way they did. studio games are odd group projects that take a really long time to make, and there are many irons in the fire and many interests at play. sometimes the stars align and a team gets a laser vision, creative freedom, and the budget they need, and they ship the thing they meant to ship.

but not always. if a character you love got killed off, it's entirely possible that their original writer left or they couldn't bring the voice actor back. or leadership wanted to close down old story arcs and tie up loose ends, or someone felt new characters would bring in a new audience. if a series seemed to drop a plot thread in a sequel, it's possible that the narrative team wanted to include it and it got cut for scope. or shareholders wanted to appeal to a different part of the playerbase. or the team had internal creative conflict, or any number of reasons as simple as "it got lost in the shuffle because we did so many rewrites". [important disclosure: i'm not vagueposting about specific games here. i'm just rattling possibilities off. resemblance, unintentional, etc.]

and of course that's not a phenomenon unique to video games. tv shows make snap decisions when they get canceled before the planned end of the story or a cast member wants to leave. movies' plots can change when a new director comes on board, or they bring in a script doctor, or an actor's problems interfere with the shoot. even louisa may alcott changed little women's ending over concerns that if jo remained unmarried, the book wouldn't sell. i'm not sure whether it was her publisher or she worried about it herself, but the point is, something got altered, and it can happen anywhere.

as a fan, i found these developers' stories both comforting and vindicating. for a long time, i've felt like someone riding two horses at once: the fanfic-and-OC girl playing on other writers' playgrounds, and now also the staff writer who sees how the sausage gets made. i've been affected - probably overmuch - by a character's sad end, only to learn that some third party or outside motive influenced it. i've met writers who also didn't like where a plot was going, but didn't have enough seniority on the team to protest it. i've heard stories along the lines of, "we were trying to make lemonade, man," and what shocked me more than the revelation is the peace i gained from it. it's a miracle the games shipped at all. the things that got made, got made. between professionals, it's neither heretical nor some wild flight of irrationality to ask, "what if things had gone a different way?"

and, i mean, it would be both cynical and incorrect to wave it all off and say that no storytelling motives are ever wholesome. some characters die because it's the logical conclusion to their arc. some universes with complicated worldbuilding benefit from narrowing their focus and shaving off a few subplots. i'm just saying many things are possible. when you only sit on the fan side, it's easy to feel like Canon™ looms above you, inviolable, when you're really in conversation with it. there's a lot of power in saying "i respect the team's accomplishments, but i would've made different choices." you'd be surprised how often the team agrees with you.

[second-axis-point]

Joel loves acting all tough to go on lookout and not sleep, but the second he's in your arms he's asleep and snoring the night away

Your least favourite and least reliable DILF loving writer is back! I am so sorry I keep taking long breaks but hopefully I’ll find some motivation and start writing again. I absolutely love soft Joel requests. I will NEVER stop loving this man, I swear. Thanks for the request! 💙

Pairing: Joel Miller x Male!Reader

Warnings: None!

Content: Soft!Joel, Comfort, Established Relationship

Your Arms

As usual, you and Joel were sent out on patrol with two others. It was two younger people. Louie and Patrick. They were a lot quicker on their feet than you and Joel but the two of you were smarter and more experienced. That made the four of you a lethal team. Joel had his usual scowl on his face as you slowly walked the perimeter of Jackson.

“Alright, Joel?”

You asked your partner.

“I’m fine, keep walkin’.”

Joel grumbled. Louie jogged up to walk beside you.

“Is he always like this?”

She asked. You think back to all the sweet moments you shared with Joel. None of them had that scowl in them. You shook your head with a smile.

“Nah, he’s just grumpy.”

You said. She looked sceptical but slowed down to drop back behind you to walk with Patrick again. You tore your eyes away from the trail ahead to look over at Joel again. He still had that scowl on his face. You suppress a laugh and turn back to the front, continuing your patrol.

Things went smoothly and you all made your way back into town. Tommy had met you and Joel at the gates. Joel groaned as soon as he saw his brother.

“I know, I know. I need you two to go back to that little town that you found a few miles out. A storm is headed our way and we’re not quite prepared. Patrick said that you guys found a lot of MREs that the Fireflies left down that way.”

Tommy said. Joel rolled his eyes and nodded silently.

“When do you want us to go?”

You ask the other Miller brother.

“I want you to grab your horses and go now.”

Tommy replied. You groaned as well. The two of you had just gotten back from a two hour patrol and know this.

“Come on Joel.”

You adjusted your rifle on your shoulder and pulled your coat tighter around your torso. Joel nodded, pushing his nose further into his coat collar. It was a small thing that you always noticed that Joel would do when he’s annoyed or upset, especially when it was cold outside. The two of you head to the stables and get your horses. You trot back to the gates. Tommy waves and you flip him off before following behind Joel.

It was about two hours to the little town on horseback. You hummed as your horse trotted behind Joel’s. Joel listened quietly as he led. After an hour and a half, you saw the town come into view and trotted up beside Joel. Another half hour goes by and you're finally walking the main street of the small town. You look over the town and pull your rifle off your back. You slowed your horse down. Joel noticed and did the same. 

You heard something in one of the buildings so you hopped off your horse and walked to it, rifle aimed and loaded. It was a tense few seconds before a clicker shuffled out of the dark hallway, twitching and ticking. You aimed the rifle and took a breath, listening for other infected. When you didn’t hear any, you took the shot and put the clicker down easy. You stood still for a moment and looked around. You felt a hand on your shoulder, causing you to shove it off and point your rifle.

“Easy, sweetheart. It’s me.”

Joel stepped back and held his hands up. You immediately lowered the rifle.

“Sorry. Just a little jumpy. I hate this stupid town.”

You grumbled. You and Joel searched through all the buildings on the main street and gathered what you could. It was quite the load when you finished. The sun was starting to go down as you strapped all the supplies you found to Joel’s horse. He was going to ride with you on the way back since there was too much to split between the two horses. You secured the supplies and fed Joel’s horse. He had named it Shower. You thought it was a goofy name but you never told him.

“Good girl, Shower.”

You said as you pet down the horse’s nose. She huffed and pushed into you. Joel smiled at the back of your head and made his way over to you.

“We should find a place to settle down for the night.”

You nodded, knowing that Joel hates travelling in the dark. He got nervous and jumpy at night so it was easier to just hunker down and not argue. You looked around and found a partially secure building. You pointed out to Joel and he nodded. You hitched the horses outside and went in. You cleared it and made sure there were no infected nearby.

“You want me to take first shift?”

You asked as you turned to face him. Obviously, he shook his head and held his rifle tighter.

“No, you rest up. I'll take the night watch.”

You shook your head.

“Joel, you can’t just always stay up all night when we’re out. I know you’re tired. Why not let me take first shift?”

You ask, knowing it was a pointless fight. He shook his head and sat down on a crate that faced the door. There was no arguing with this brick wall of a man. You grumbled something and walked over to him. You pressed a soft kiss to the scar on his temple and laid down. You didn’t notice the flush that spread across his cheeks as you laid your head down. You set an alarm on your watch, making sure that you could relive Joel in an hour and a half. You were determined to get him to sleep tonight.

Joel sat there and watched the door, occasionally looking over at you. You were facing the wall and were using your arms as a pillow. Joel followed the line of your back down to your boots and back up. He looked back at the door with a small smile as he remembered the happy moments he has shared with you. A while later, Joel heard your watch beeping and saw you shift. You sat up and cracked your back.

“Alright Miller, my turn.”

You shooed him off the crate and onto your bed roll. He complained and argued but you just ignored him and turned your attention to the door. A minute later, Joel gives up and lays down. Joel’s watch goes off an hour later and the two of you switch again. You forget to set your timer so you sleep through the rest of the night while Joel takes watch. You wake up with the sun in your face.

“Damn it Joel. Why didn’t you wake me up?”

You grumble as you roll over and rub your eyes. He shrugs.

“You need sleep.”

You stand and pack up your bedroll.

“So do you.”

The two of you get back out to your horses and get ready to start back to Jackson. You hop up on your horse and Joel shuffles up behind you. He wraps his arms around your waist and presses his cheek against your back. You lead Joel’s horse back to the trail and slowly make your way back to Jackson with Joel leaning up behind you. It took a lot longer for you to get back to Jackson because you had your horse walk a lot slower so Joel could rest.

You finally make your way back and get through the gates. Tommy greets you with a smile when he sees how much you found and brought back.

“Hey! The old married couple is back and they brought a shit ton of supplies!”

Tommy says loudly with a smile, waking Joel behind you. You trotted through town, dropping Joel off at your shared cabin and brough the two horses back to the stables. You helped Tommy and the other Jackson residents unload the horse and sort out all the supplies. It was around midday when you made it back to the cabin you shared with Joel. You walked in and saw him on the couch with his head tilted back. He wasn’t asleep, just finding a way to pass the time. He got up and took your jacket off for you and pulled you back to the bedroom.

“Easy cowboy, I just got back.”

You joked. He glared at you and pushed you back onto the bed. He laid down almost on top of you, nuzzling his nose into your neck. You shifted and got comfortable before moving a hand up to run through his salt and pepper hair.The smell of you, your touch, your warmth, your presence. All of it comforted Joel beyond belief. He took a deep breath and was asleep within seconds. You closed your eyes and slipped into a comforting sleep as well.

[rigginsstreet]

When Harrington finally snaps at Billy's pigtail pulling and puts hands on him a few inches too far from appropriate, Billy's kind of still on the assumption that the spark will only go so far. Like a lighter flame before you crack the choke.

Contained.

Fucking is just another form of fighting in Billy's world, and Harrington fights like a small-town kid who's never had more than a school yard brawl. Starts off hot and heavy, a one-punch wonder, crumbles after a few hits.

Harrington's soft, too. He's lost a good chunk of the preppy chip on his shoulder, but he'd only traded in the pastel sweaters and starched polos so far. He doesn't wear the grit and knowing the way Billy does, more like Nancy Wheeler just took his spark when she took his balls, too, but.

Point is; Billy's expecting soft. Harrington's the kind of guy who looks like he thinks reverse cowgirl is experimenting, and so he's fucking delighted when Harrington finds the strength in those noodle arms of his to flip him over, grinding his face into the Camaro's hood like he's imagining its the dirt and he's a boot heel.

Barks a laugh, kicks him in the shin just to hear him swear, because its kind of like finding out that pampered little poodle down the street can still bite. "Not gonna say a hail Mary first, King?" he taunts, and Steve says shut the fuck up and decides in the same breath that Billy's not all that known for following orders, and so he shoves two fingers down Billy's throat in prompt subsequence.

Its pretty fucking stupid. Its also a steady anchor of familiarity amongst this ocean of surprising turns of events. Harrington being smart enough to put him face down but also stupid enough to still stick his fingers between Billy's teeth anyway.

And Billy. Billy's not the kind to sit-and-stay unless there's a juicy slab of steak as motivation, but part of him wants to see how Harrington handles slapping a bridle on a bronco and part of him whispers finally into the corners of his mind. This is kind of hunger no amount of boring backend bitches could sate. The kind of rough handling Billy bites down on, rides out, goes halfway to easy for.

He nips Harrington's fingers and bucks like a wild horse when Harrington reprimands him by shoving a hand into his jeans, bypassing where he wants it to go completely to pinch and twist the soft crease of his thigh. He bites down harder and is a mixture of aroused and startled when Harrington responds in kind, sliding down his body, teeth sharp and stinging his asscheek through a layer of denim and cotton.

Soft never comes. Harrington doesn't flag, doesn't need to ride a too-short wave of adrenaline for this. He tells Billy to shut up, Barbie and calls him the warmest hole in Hawkins. Gives his cheek a pat that's two steps into a slap when he shoves the tip in, and Billy's halfway to seeing God and halfway to incensed because of course it fucking figures that Harrington is the one with what he needs.

Doesn't help he's fucking drooling for it, feels like Harrington's nudging at his teeth, tips cunt up like he's in heat when Harrington laughs at him, snide and mean. "There we go," he coos, gets a fistful of his hair, twists the curls around his fingers like a bronc rigging. "Knew all it took to put a muzzle on you was feeding your pussy."

And.

Harrington's got an arm around his throat, jugular in the curve of his elbow, just enough pressure to make him feel the air on every breath, might also actually have just up and carved Billy's guts out to make room for himself, and he's teetering on the edge as it is when Harrington pulls his hand free of his hair, rears his arm back, says, tighten it up for me, babygirl at the same time as slapping Billy's ass so hard it hits bone.

Billy cums so hard he sees the pearly gates for a hot minute. Hears holy harps and all as he ruins the Camaro's paintjob clawing at it, grinding his dick into the unforgiving hold of the metal, has enough of a braincell left to scrape together and hope to god one of them has a napkin somewhere.

Harrington leaves him that way, bent over the hood like a broken doll, puts himself back together dispassionately and fixes his hair in the Camaro's wingmiror and gives Billy a reproachful once over.

"Don't go crawling to anyone else for a fix," he says, bored, like he's telling Billy to be home for dinner. "Its sloppy enough as it is. Won't even be able to feel it if you go offering yourself around."

He has the audacity to blast Blondie as the Beemer lopes away.

This is so

MEAN STEVE SO TRUE SO TRUE 🥵 the cheek pat really did me in personally I gotta say…

[sysinfodump]

We've discovered being a system multiple times from different perspectives. I feel like people don't talk about this as a concept enough lol.

Some of us started to suspect the idea of DID way back in high school when we got DID as a end of term project (I find this really funny). We got assigned it because we Didn't have the energy to care about our grade so we picked last after everyone picked anything else to avoid a disorder that lacked info. Some of us caught on then but most of us didn't think it could ever apply to us due to not remembering trauma. We figured any voices we talked to were just some id ego super ego thing which we learned of also in psychology.

The second wave of discovery tm was when we were in a horrible situation about 9 years ago and started to realize maybe it was messed up to not feel any concern or pain about it. But mostly what caused this one was also realizing we were depersonalized and unable to move. The host then looked up the feelings and DPDR was the best answer they could find. They got scared about DPDR more than the other things. And then some "imaginary friends" came to comfort them too and then some of us went "wait a moment"...

The third wave tm was really just my own- it's been a ride. After finally feeling safe enough to feel motivation and develop an understanding of my own emotions, I thought I was a singlet with no trauma except maybe recent things. And then stress happened from trying to mediate for some friends and support several through some things they were going through. And then I broke.

All of a sudden a small one is constantly in the back of my head crying. One of my friends happens to message me in a flashback and goes "oh so you're dissociating?" while I'm actively avoiding using such terms or trying not to make it too obvious. All of sudden I have severe ptsd. Go to therapy, it's a complex presentation of ptsd and some sessions are yeeted out of my memory. Can't figure out why I'm being triggered or can't comfort myself until I address the small one in my head who apparently also already talked to our T btw. All of a sudden it's just in my face and hard to deny. 😭

I totally feel you, discovering being a system multiple times is something that happens, it happens to us pretty often and it would be so cool to see more people talk about it

The first one is the first suspicious about being one, the second one is a more of direct contact with the idea but still the DPDR was the one who fitted the most at the time, the third one is the real facing, you can't deny it more long like that

This is such an interesting discovery path, and I'm glad at least the things end up good in a sense that you're healing and attending to therapy, tho it's a bid sad the way you face the facts was hard and not that good or easy

I hope things get better for you and the small one and that therapy can help

[heretherebedork]

But whether Mew is either this Jigsaw-level puppet master or just a romantic boy with fierce self-respect, don't we know already that it all ends up the same way? So what would be the point of him being a failed manipulator except to embarrass him further? Mew just ends up heartbroken with egg on his face when Top cheats and cancels the game.

The answer there is whether or not he ends up a totally failed manipulator which we don't know yet.

I'm also not leaning towards Jigsaw level. I'm just saying that he is using people and thinks he's smart and knows more than they do and that he can shape them into doing what he wants.

Which... I think he does.

I am also just not convinced that Mew is the one who's gonna end up totally heartbroken. He's been warned about Top. He's decided to go into this using and withholding sex.

It's also the different between how he goes into this and what happens when things get more messy.

There's a definite difference between 'the innocent romantic boy boy got caught up in shenanigans' and 'the manipulative boy who was using his sex/lack of sex to manipulate the people around him gets caught up in his own shenanigans'. Those are very different plot lines.

Mew thinking that he knows better than Top and Boston and Ray and knows the best and can shape them to be the version of themselves he thinks is best and he wants so he can live the life he wants is very different than him being a totally innocent virgin who just thinks he can fix Top by not giving him dick.

It's not about embarrassing him, it's about his motives and the people around him and their reactions as they learn more about him and his reaction as he realizes more about the game he's playing and the complications inherent in trying to plan and manipulate people.

Mew using Ray's love for him in order to manipulate him into helping them and staying in their friend group and then, possibly, to make Top jealous is very different from Mew having no idea Ray is in love with him and just constantly hurting him by accident. Those are two extremely different situations.

Just like Mew deciding not to sleep with Top because he thinks Top leaves people because they're easy fucks and boring is different than Mew choosing not to have sex with him because he wants to prove he can keep Tops and is doing it by deliberately dangling sex in front of him again and again until he thinks he's got him hooked. They're different in intent and motive and that what makes him so interesting!

Nick is the epitome of someone in over his head in terms of sex and love with Boston. He doesn't know what he's getting himself into and he might have wanted sex with Boston but the rest of this is out of his control. He is caught up and he is riding a wave and his crash is gonna shatter him and us.

But Mew? Mew knows about Top. The question is how much more does he know, how much more does he control and how much more that matters.

Yes, it matters! And it changes a lot.

[blueberryshelves]

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Book Review

Title: The Ivies Author: Alexa Donne

Series: stand-alone

No. of Pages: 336

ISBN:  9780593303733 (paperback) 9780593303702 (hardcover) 9780593303726 (ebook)

Synopsis:

Enroll in this boarding school thriller about a group of prep school elites who would kill to get into the college of their dreams...literally."

The Plastics meet the Heathers in this murder mystery about ruthless Ivy League ambition." -Kirkus Reviews Everyone knows the Ivies: the most coveted universities in the United States. Far more important are the Ivies. The Ivies at Claflin Academy, that is. Five girls with the same mission: to get into the Ivy League by any means necessary. I would know. I'm one of them. We disrupt class ranks, club leaderships, and academic competitions...among other things. We improve our own odds by decreasing the fortunes of others. Because hyper-elite competitive college admissions is serious business. And in some cases, it's deadly. Alexa Donne delivers a nail-biting and timely thriller about teens who will stop at nothing to get into the college of their dreams. Too bad no one told them murder isn't an extracurricular.

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What did I think of the book?

The Ivies by Alexa Donne My rating: ⭐ 1 of 5 stars (1.5 really) *Disclaimer: Spoilers.* So far, my experience with author youtubers who give advice on writing hasn't been great. The advice is usually solid, and in Alexa Donne's case, I found many of her videos really helpful for figuring out what was wrong with my own writing practices. However, I'm starting to realize why best selling authors with strong prose, plot, and characters, tend to NOT be youtubers. Author youtubers seem to excel at teaching, and giving information, but their actual writing doesn't tend to reflect their apparent knowledge (speaking from my own experiences). So, here lands The Ivies. This is the first of Alex Donne's work that I've read, and I'm totally confused. Despite the fact that the book had me finishing it in two days, rapidly going through page after page on the edge of my seat with it's insane rabbit hole; it left me feeling that the story just wasn't finished. I don't mean "finished" as in, there needs to be a second book; I mean, in the end, no one really solved anything, and there was no closure on the murder. No one changed or grew or improved, if anything, the characters just became even more unhinged as the book went on until it lead to a deflating reveal of the actual killer with a horrifically ridiculous motive. The story was drowned in red herrings and misleads to the point of suffocating the fun out of the book. They were so frequent, and so many that it became downright frustrating and exhausting to read. There were more loose ends that were never tied up than a torn knitted jumper. The "false" reveal was a lot more tense and interesting to read, and the book honestly could have cut out the entirety of act 3 for me, and skipped to the end. The pacing was good in the first half of the book, but suffered in the second half, and dragged on. By the end, I began to suspect Olivia, the MC. Maybe this wasn't the intention, but her choices at the end of the book made me seriously consider if I just got mind-fucked by what she was narrating to herself for the entire story, and she really was the killer all along. Might explain why she never got anywhere in her "investigation" or withholding information from authority for her so-called friends, and we're just being lied to as the readers (she did, after all, have access to everything apparently). While the writing style was easy to get into, it had one issue: Too. Much. Telling. (and swearing…). At the end of almost every chapter, whatever big revelation occurred in the chapter is just told to you in black and white, rather than letting you ride the wave of the realization in your own head. Much of the natural tension of having the realizations on my own as the reader were completely lost, and ruined every tension bubble attempted to be created. It worked great for the end of the first chapter, but it just didn't for the rest. The same can be said for all the schemes the Ivies apparently did. We're just told they happened, but we never get to see these girls actually in action from their PoV. Favorite character/s: Well, not many of the characters are "likeable". It's almost laughable how unlikeable the characters are to the point of 'okay, I kind of hate you all, but I want to know how far the rabbit hole goes, so…'. What drew me to the book? I wanted a thriller to study that wouldn't give me nightmares, and finally check out Alexa Donne's work. Stars: 1.5/5, pretty interesting concept, but too many problems with the execution of it. View all my reviews

[robinwithay]

I'm mean this very /gen, but I've seen a lot of posts recently talking about how fans need to think more about Aziraphale and not baby Crowley and based on these posts fans seem heavily skewed towards Crowley but... I'm hardly in this Fandom, I pop in from time to time to see art and fic and meta for like a week or two, go away for a bit, and then come back and check in again, and generally what I've seen more than anything, is posts about Aziraphale and his trauma and why he's suffering the most and Crowley should have Done Better and Aziraphale Defense no matter what, any aziraphale critique seen as hate...

So I'm not sure where this disconnect is happening. We're apparently seeing completely opposite sides of the Fandom, but it seems like the overwhelming majority. So I see posts that are like, okay let's focus more on Aziraphale, and I'm like, that's literally all I'm seeing......this isn't meant to start something, bc I honestly am curious how this is happening and how everyone is either miscommunicating or idk something

hi anon! first of all, sorry it took me so long to get to this ask - it's partly because i really don't know the answer. i've spoken to others about this phenomenon of everyone seeming to only see the opposite of whatever "side" they've personally chosen, and it does seem to happen a lot. i have a theory it's partially confirmation bias - as in people ignore what they see that agrees with what they already think, and only focus on/remember what doesn't because they want to believe there is opposition to their opinion - partially temporal (maybe especially temporal for you, if you only dip in and out!) - as in more people have come around to seeing Aziraphale's side of things the more time has passed after the initial pain of s2 making a lot of people side more with Crowley - and partially that there is a real divide.

personally, i think that choosing "sides" between two characters who love each other is...silly. i think both of them were wrong and right in different ways, they both hurt each other, and they both have some development they need to do to forgive and earn each other's forgiveness.

however, i do think there was a huge initial wave of hatred thrown at Aziraphale that some folks are still very much riding. since season 1, i think Crowley has always been the fandom favourite, and i say that in full appreciation of the fact that in terms of fandom, the GO fandom is a rare one where the disparity between fandom favourites is much smaller than in most. plenty of people love Aziraphale, but he doesn't tend to get the same treatment as Crowley. and it's understandable - Crowley is a sad wet cat of a demon, and people love an underdog, an antihero. i think a lot of folks really relate to Crowley in his bitterness, his depression, his resent. he's been treated badly, rejected, tossed aside, and persists regardless, and - unfortunately - a lot of people know how that feels. it helps that Crowley is very easy to read (despite his best efforts), especially to the audience. his motivations are clear and relatable.

Aziraphale, on the other hand, is...kinda more complicated. he's generally operating on so many layers of deceit and denial that i don't know if he himself fully understands how he truly feels half the time - he's not honest about his emotions to the audience or himself. that doesn't make for an accessible, relatable character for most people, but for those with whom it resonates, it really resonates.

let me be clear: Crowley is not a bad character for being easier to read. Aziraphale is not a bad character for being harder to read. they're just different and appeal to different people.

[sylusjinwoon]

{ 90 }

the dark king and his treasure.

barnabas tharmr x fem.reader

warnings: unedited; soft depictions of physical intimacy - minors don't interact.

by choosing to interact with this 18+ content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings.

once upon a time, a lonely king traveled the world, searching for treasure. as of late, king barnabas tharmr of waloed felt as though there were something missing in his life; something that he needed to feel whole again. it was during his travels that he is led to a quaint village. whilst riding on his loyal steed, he takes note of all the whispers that surround him, almost feeling a sense of pride coursing through him.

"i cannot believe my eyes, is this king barnabas?"

"whatever is such a fearful man doing here in our village?"

"oh dear eikons, the man is utterly gorgeous."

a smug expression paints his features, for he was all too aware of the effect he had on women. upon seeing him at first sight, they salivate like a dog in heat, clawing at his clothes while hoping to get a mere taste of him.

and while he continues riding through the village, he became aware of young woman with a worn bucket in her hands. her clothes were ragged, with her hair a tangled mess. her gaze was unreadable and, dare he even think it, filled with disinterest at the mere sight of him.

which was what made him feel so intrigued with her to begin with.

he gets of his noble mount, telling one of the awed villagers to bring his steed some water and some oats before making his way toward the disinterested maiden. he had never seen such a contradicting sight before, for the maiden was in rags and had such an awful nest of hair-

but her face held such a soft and natural beauty. she was so different from the usual women he has bedded in his life, all of whom had ulterior motives and hoped to gain something from him due to his high status of a king.

yet this maiden- she seemed like the loyal type. one who would fall in love merely once in her lifetime as she remains by her beloved's side for all of eternity.

and barnabas found himself wanting to be the only man in her life.

so he follows her, as if bewitched by her when she leads him to an old and torn down hut, with its wood chipped in several places along with a door that barely hung on its hinges.

"a woman like you should not be living in such abhorrent conditions."

she gasps, finally facing him while keeping the wooden bucket clutched closely to her chest. she was about to question who he was, but immediately felt her words die from within her throat upon seeing waloed's insignia stitched on to the fabric of his deep royal blue cape.

"king tharmr...!" the maiden lets out a gasp of his name, dropping the bucket as she bows down to him. finally recognizing the seal, she felt nervous and unsure why such a dark king had followed her to begin with.

he felt his heart quicken just then. was this fair maiden making it this easy for him? based on her living conditions, it was safe for him to assume that she had no one.

"what is thy maiden's name?"

the young woman could feel her face burn in response to the deep and sensual quality of his voice, answering back with her name in a soft whisper.

"and where are your family?"

"ah...i have none. i was orphaned as a child, with only the orphanage's nun having raised me. i left the orphanage the moment i was of age."

"and how old are you now?"

"i cannot say for sure, but i feel like i may be 26 or 27 in age. i am far too old to be wed and have been alone ever since."

barnabas had to fight to keep his breathing steady. remaining silent, he takes a hold of her hand, keeping his hold on her, "then you have no one who will miss you."

such blunt words escaping from the dark king's lips was enough to send a fresh wave of heartache over her, forcing her to relive those painful childhood years when she was abandoned by her own parents. barnabas, against his usual aloof nature, takes note of the crestfallen expression on her face and reaches out to her, capturing her tears with his hands as he wipes the crystalline droplets away.

"if you have no one, then you have no choice but to come with me."

the poor maiden was given little choice, for the moment he leads her back to his noble steed and places her dirtied form on top, she knew that her fate had been sealed-

but for better, or for worse, she couldn't say for sure.

as the story goes, the maiden is taken to live with king barnabas in the midst of his travels. although he doesn't realize what he was feeling is true affection for the beloved woman, he convinces her to come with him to his kingdom. the moment he brings her back to his castle was when he truly cleanses her. despite how he knew his servants could have done the deed for him, the thought of some other man or woman witnessing her nakedness made him angry-

and he had never felt such a strong emotion before.

so he spends his time cleaning her, allowing her to bathe within the luscious bath while cleansing her hair and face free of any dirt. when she was finally cleaned, and he could see the smoothness of her skin for the first time-

barnabas felt something shift from within him.

the maiden was doing something strange to him, filling him with such a strange yearning-

yes, that's how he should describe such feelings. it was so foreign to him, yet filled him with a desire to have her and call her as his own. his gaze kept burning into her form, even when he dons her in a dress that showed his kingdom's colors. his fair maiden was so lovely, he couldn't help but call out her name.

but a part of him felt undeserving when it came to taking her, bedding her as he had done so numerous times with other women. something about her was different, and he was afraid of tainting her.

so he keeps her at a distance, but still treats her with all the riches he could give her. he feeds her luxurious foods filled with baked breads and roasted meats, ensuring that she will never go hungry so long as she was under his care.

as the seasons pass, they slowly fall in love with one another. the dark king finally feeling at peace while in the presence of his maiden, while she felt utterly protected by his mere presence alone. despite their feelings for each other, they couldn't seem to get over their hesitance when it came to becoming physically intimate.

his maiden is still filled with such purity, not being touched by any man in such a manner. and barnabas, who still feels so undeserving of her due to his past of experiencing such pleasure with other women before he ever met his darling maiden, all while she felt so insecure because of her belief that she isn't beautiful nor experienced enough to be loved by him

it's like they are both waltzing around the thought of being intimate, with barnabas trying to hold back his desires for the woman he is steadily falling for, while his maiden is filled with uncertainty because she feels as though she is beneath all of the other women he has been with.

but oh, if only his maiden could truly know the depths of his heart. how much he basks in the way she gazes at him with such an unconditional love within her eyes. whereas barnabas keeps his emotions hidden behind a mask, his beloved was truly the exact opposite of him, always wearing her heart on her sleeve. barnabas was always able to read the pure emotion in her eyes and swore that he lived for such loving glances.

infuriatingly enough, the lovers were aware for their feelings, yet were both too afraid to do anything about it-

but it all comes to a boiling point one late summer's evening.

the air was thick with its humidity, making the maiden's nightgown clung almost uncomfortably against her, acting like a second skin. she kept tossing and turning in her sleep, making the sheets tangle almost uncomfortably from beneath her legs.

knowing that she could not sleep while surrounded by such heat, she carefully inches out of bed in hopes of not disturbing her beloved king.

she looks back at her love to see that he was still sleeping, his broad chest bare as his ruggedly handsome features appeared tranquil whilst in a deep slumber. her hands ached with a need to reach out and touch him, to trace at his dark hair and get lost in his dark eyes.

but she convinces herself to leave her love be and take a dip in the tiny lake just outside her beloved's castle. she just couldn't bare the heat any longer as she tiptoes her way out of her shared chamber with barnabas.

not a single soul was awake at the moment, and she almost dances with glee at the sight. finally, she could have some form of peace and not have to worry about causing any of barnabas' maids or servants any trouble.

they were always so nervous around her, unsure of what to do to ensure her happiness due to how she held such a special place within their kings heart. this often made them act stiff and strained around the young maiden, something that she never wanted them to feel to begin with.

but now that they were all still sleeping, she leaves the castle walls, ready to escape to the sanctuary of the lake had it not been for a deep voice calling out for her to stop.

"halt, you do not have-"

it was one of the guards, meant to serve and protect king barnabas himself. she sees the way his armor hugs the entirety of his form, feeling guilty for how heated he must feel.

the guard was ready to reach out and stop her, yet when he catches a glimpse of her, he immediately bows down to her. "lady tharmr, i apologize for my rudeness, but you cannot be out so late. king barnabas will have my head on a silver platter if anything were to happen to you!"

she tries to reason with him, seeing how his own brow had become wet with sweat due to him making rounds against the unbearable heat. "please, i beg of you, let me take a dip within the lake. perhaps i shall fetch some water for you as well?"

"n-no, that is not necessary, lady tharmr! however, i cannot- lady tharmr!"

she ignores the guard's cry of her name, choosing to walk around him with her destination clear in her mind.

"i just wish to go for a simple swim, and you dare try to keep me away from the lake? i know i will be safe, since the lake is a part of barnabas' own castle."

"yes, i-indeed, but i worry if anything were to happen to you, my lady. so perhaps, i should stand guard just in case?"

she looks over at him while biting down on her bottom lip, "if barnabas knows that you have seen me naked, that might make him even more upset."

upon realizing the truth within her words, the guard stops his movements, seemingly frozen on the spot upon realizing how terrifying it would be to be at the end of barnabas' blade due to his jealous rage. "y-you are right, my lady."

"i promise you, i'll be fine. our beloved king is still resting, so just let me have some peace- a chance to take a brief reprieve from this heat."

"y-yes, of course my lady." giving her one last bow, she could feel her heart jump with anticipation at the thought of immersing herself within the cool waters. now that she was finally free, she runs toward the direction of the lake, not stopping until she saw her sanctuary with the full moon reflected against its calm waters.

with a sigh, she takes off her gossamer nightgown, tossing it to the side before dipping her toes within the waters. giggling slightly, the fair maiden dives into the depths, allowing the cool and refreshing water to wash away the sweat that had cling to her form.

she was certainly in heaven, with the way the cool water staves off the uncomfortable heat she once felt due to the stifling summer air. in fact, she was feeling so refreshed that she quite literally lost track of time.

and it wouldn't be long until she would find herself no longer alone while in her sanctuary.

the sounds of a horse's beating hooves was what makes her stiffen, standing up to her full height while against the shallow bank of the lake. her heart pounds with fear, but when a dark stallion appears, seeming to blend into the night, did the maiden finally relax her stance.

for standing just a few feet away was barnabas himself.

and oh, what a lovely sight he was to behold. just seeing him dressed up in his armor filled her with daydreams of him rescuing her, protecting her from anyone and anything without hesitation. barnabas seems to be lost in his own world as well, finally seeing the way the moon hit his maiden's soft skin. as if in a trance, he gets off his horse and beckons it to wait for him off to the side.

at first, the maiden was afraid that he might scold her before forcing her back into the castle. however, barnabas does none of those things when he takes off his set of armor, tossing them aside until he was just as bare.

her mouth turns dry at the sight of him and his godly physique, heart pounding in anticipation when he steps even closer to her form. "i have tried everything i could to avoid taking you like a damn stallion as it mounts its mare. but you are making it quite difficult- you are unreal, my love. absolutely ethereal with your beauty."

he brings her into his arms, giving her a searing kiss as she felt his manhood come to life. with him holding her so intimately close, she can feel the way his powerful shaft kept poking at the treasure between her thighs, making her moan in response.

not sure what had come over her, she ends up balancing herself against barnabas' shoulder, rubbing her precious flower against his shaft, coating it with the evidence of her arousal. the guttural moans and grunts barnabas elicits were like music to her ears as she continues her ministrations against him.

"you feel so good, my love, so powerful, i just know that only you can fill me so well- ah!"

unable to handle such wanton behaviors, barnabas picks up his beloved maiden and carries her out of the lake. she was driving him insane, for barnabas was certain he had never felt so hard before in his life.

"you are going to be the death of me, my lady." he admits to her in a grunt, taking a hold of his cape that had been discarded with his armor as he tosses it across the grass still kissed with dew.

allowing her to lay across the expensive fabric, barnabas slowly kisses his way down her form, licking away the droplets of water left over from her swimming in the lake.

and oh how desperate the maiden became for her king! the ache she had once felt before came back with such a powerful force that she felt as though she were going to die if he didn't fill her up so swiftly with his pulsating length.

once he had his fill of licking away at her soft skin did he finally settle himself between her legs. his dark eyes watches with a fascination, seeing her pretty flower clench around air in desperation.

with a sigh of her name, he inserts his middle finger inside her slick walls, groaning at how well it was trying to suck him in. "m-my king...!"

he was quickly becoming enamored with her moans when he thrusts his finger in and out of her. once he introduces another one, barnabas had every intention of trying to stretch her flower so that she may find it easier to accommodate him once he finally sunk into her core.

"you smell delicious my love." he supposes he could treat her to her very first release in hopes of easing her pain, which was what further prompted him to open up her slickness with his fingers before completely engulfing her sex with his mouth.

it was all too much for the fair maiden, now truly feeling like she had finally become his lady tharmr with barnabas' mouth engulfed entirely over her most sensitive part.

the feeling of his coarse beard against her soft skin was sinful, and she was delirious at the thought of receiving such pleasure with his tongue and fingers complete and utter domination on her sex. unable to do anything but grip at his dark hair and ride her sex against his face, the maiden finally came with a shout of his name.

"mmph, that's it, my woman. give me all of your sweetness. give it to me." she shivers, hearing his guttural whisper against her sex as her arousal kept flowing out of her in waves.

it felt as though he were sucking the very life out of her, with his tongue tracing at the edge of her womanhood, collecting every bit of her release with his mouth alone.

the sheer intensity of her release was what makes her slump back against the cape settled below her, eyes appeared hazy once barnabas lifts himself away from the spot between her thighs.

she could feel her cheeks burn with embarrassment at how shiny barnabas' lips had appeared, still wet from the evidence of her release as he wipes it away with the back of his hand.

using his large hands, he brings her form even closer to him by gripping on to her thighs, spreading her legs even further for him as he teased her flower with the tip of his erection.

"are you sure you want to continue?" it was obvious barnabas was trying to hold back for her sake. he was just too big, and despite his maiden's slender and healthy form, it might be too much for her.

usually, he was all about taking all he could get from the women he beds. he didn't care about their pain at all-

but his lady was different. he genuinely loved her and couldn't bare the thought of ever harming her. so if she were to tell him to stop now, then he would.

with a gasp of his name, his maiden ends up surprising him, taking a hold of his cock before perfectly lining it up with her precious flower, managing to place the tip of his erection inside of her gummy walls.

"fucking goddamn it...!" he curses, feeling like he was a teenager all over again who just had his first taste of a woman. "don't you dare stop barnabas!"

despite her pants, his maiden seemed to have a hidden naughty streak. unable to take how he wasn't moving, she seemed determined to take him all in herself had it not been for the way his large hands kept her hips still.

"barnabas please, why aren't you moving?! i need to feel what it's like to truly be a woman, to be your woman!"

"i know, but fuck, dear eikons, it's taking every ounce of me to not come inside of you like a cursed virgin...!" barnabas confessed to her, making her head spin.

this absolute beast of a man, who could have any woman fall to their knees for him, was acting in such a manner because he felt so good whilst inside of her?

the epiphany was mesmerizing, and it was enough to make her still her hips and stop her naughty movements.

instead, she takes this chance to admire her dear king, seeing something so adorable in the way his eyes remained closed and scrunched up in concentration. with a maddeningly slow pace, he finally manages to fully sheathe himself inside of her walls, allowing her to feel every pulse and throb of his cock.

she ends up giggling at him, delving her fingers into his dark hair while telling him, "i love you so much."

the fair maiden could suddenly feel him twitch from inside of her, listening as he let out a list of curses before fully spreading her legs as he thrust like a madman in and out of her. "i won't last a full minute inside of you. i need you to come before i embarrass myself by losing myself in you...!"

the sudden pace was making her head spin, and she found that she did not feel any sharp pain from losing her virginity to such a powerful man.

why was it? was it because she trusted him wholeheartedly? or was it because the strength of her love was truly that strong?

whatever the case was, she felt so much pleasure, with her breasts bouncing with each powerful thrusts as her nails raked themselves down his back. she was addicted to the velvety feel of him, the power of his thrusts being enough to have her seeing stars.

the fair maiden couldn't count the number of times she had reached completion while barnabas was still tucked so tightly deep inside of her, pumping his manhood into her at such a rapid pace that she found it hard to even breathe.

and truly, what a beast her dark king was.

"barnabas...barnabas! i feel....i feel so full of you. i don't think i can last much longer, my darling king...!" she kept clinging to him, hanging on for dear life against his biceps as she could feel her entire form drowning in pleasure.

he lets out a roar of her name, "come then my queen. soak my cock in your sweet arousal, become mine and mine alone as we reach heaven together this time!" with one final thrust, she could feel her walls clamp down on him, as if urging him to release his seed deep inside of her. "eikons yes, milk me, milk me for all i am worth...!"

barnabas watches in fascination the way his cock pumps itself into her, shooting his seed deep inside of his maiden as their respective releases mix and escape out of her flower. the sheer amount of it was enough to make barnabas' eyes darken with lust.

despite how much he wanted to give her another round, he knew that his woman was surely exhausted now. he could feel the way she fell against him, a tired but dreamy look caught in her gaze as she cuddled herself even closer to his bare chest.

"i'm tired, my king."

he lets out a rich chuckle, "i know you are, my queen. but first, let me wash you."

keeping her in his arms, he pulls himself out of her, earning a whine from her as he makes his way toward the lake. due to his sheer height, he was still able to stand in the midst of the lake while gingerly placing his maiden within the waters.

she sighs, still clinging to his naked chest as he allows the water to wash away their respective releases. taking her in his arms, he sits back against the lake while keeping her in his lap, wanting to bask and bathe within the waters for a few more minutes before he takes her back within the castle.

"you know, i was ready to kill a man and head to war for you if you had been taken from me."

she lets out a sigh of his name all while gently hitting at his shoulder. "barnabas, don't be such a brute. i am perfectly fine...truly, you needn't even bother with donning your armor. you just need to trust me."

"i do trust you, it's the other men that i don't trust."

she replays his confession back within her mind, feeling a sense of warmth fill her at the thought of her latest epiphany.

"you would have started a war for me?"

barnabas scoffs, "i would burn through hell for you."

she smiles, lifting up her tired gaze to meet with his dark eyes. she frames at his face, gently tracing at his beard before leaning in to kiss him on his gorgeously crafted lips.

"i love you. thank you, for showing me the depths of your love- ah!!"

barnabas truly couldn't help himself when he thrust himself back inside of her, allowing her legs to rest against either sides of his waist as he continues pumping himself into her heat, allowing her to cling on to his broad shoulder for support as he made love to her within the lakes waters.

"you have turned me into an insatiable man, my love. let me show you how much i love you by bringing you pleasure all morning long?"

he keeps thrusting himself in and out of her walls, quickly becoming addicted to the way she clung to him so tightly. barnabas knew that he was a man of few words, but dammit to hell if he wasn't willing to try for the young maiden in his arms.

he knew that his love language would be simply to bring his maiden pleasure as they lost themselves in each other. and he was willing to gift her with all the pleasure in the world. it takes every ounce of his willpower to not release so quickly, willing himself to keep making passionate love to his maiden until she came once more. with a cry of his name, she kept holding on to his shoulders, telling him over and over again how much she loved him-

how much she was so grateful for being wanted by someone-

by being wanted by him.

"aye, you are my greatest love. i have never been subject to such a pure love before." he chuckles darkly, continuing his fast pace as he continues pounding himself deep inside of his love.

"i bet you would follow me to the depths of hell. i bet you would do anything for me." he finishes his sentence with a few more powerful thrusts from within her core, making her cry out once more as her walls convulse, milking him for all he was worth.

as barnabas empties his seed deep inside of his lady- his queen, he keeps his lips pressed against the side of her face damp with sweat and tears caused from the sheer amount of pleasure she felt. "but not to worry, for i would follow you through hell as well. i'll do anything for you, even if it meant i had to kill."

"b-barnabas..." his maiden lets out a dreamy sigh of his name, finally succumbing to her exhaustion while remaining slumped within his strong arms. with a grunt of her name, barnabas slides out of her, finally allowing his woman to rest as she fell asleep in his arms.

finally coming out of the depths of the lake, he keeps his lover pressed close to him all while taking a hold of his cape and draping it over her naked form. later, he will send his servants for his armor and her gossamer nightgown,

but for now, all he wanted to do was take this chance and rest with her back in his chambers, all while thanking fate for giving this dark king his greatest treasure.

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

[beardedmrbean]

“The dangers of capitalism!” MOST OF THESE STORIES ARE ABOUT UNCHECK CORPORATISM, CONSUMERISM, AND MANKIND HURBIS YOU FUCKING IDIOTS

Sorry the angry black youth, I don’t want to be like it. But the capitalism complaints

Hmm let me check my own history

Oh chattel slavery, where my ancestors (my dad side of the family did the research) were forced to breed starting around 13

And some cases younger?

Yeah I’m saying with Amazon warehouse

Also I support working rights and all, but when u check a lot of ceos and executives working at these big companies pasts

These mfs were never hugged as kids and I can see they are embodiment of the daycare kid

Because I totally trust communism…wait modern commies online treats me like a fictional character

Also this idea

Commies: Non whites can never succeed in American capitalism!

Me: So what about this black woman who restaurant became a safe house for civil rights activists and her story inspired the creation of Disney black princess Tiana? https://travelnoire.com/dooky-chases-the-black-owned-restaurant-that-inspired-disneys-princess-and-the-frog

Commies: Um that don’t count

Benevolent racism combined with 'the soft bigotry of lowered expectations'

Be nice if instead of just riding the waves laid out taking the easy path handed to them folks would go and excel, but the motivation has been killed for a lot of people that see everything in life as a bummer and don't think that it will get any better.

(people not paying their student loans are in there, nah I'm not going to need good credit anyhow not like I'll ever buy a house. Dummies)

Robert Frederick Smith

I remember when this guy paid off the student loans for that graduating class, was a great big of charity.

His grandparents helped make it possible for his parents to keep pushing and bam the Richest Black Man in the US shows up with a pretty humble lineage. _______________________

Maybe folks should challenge people instead of coddling them, meritocracy is alive and well and waiting for anyone that wants to take advantage of it.

which might be why certain groups are so dead set on killing it off, look what's happened with professional sports after all, maybe they're afraid of being replaced in the office the way they were on the basketball court.

I say let the best person for the job do the job

[groovetrill]

Yeah

I've been here waiting lookin' at 'em

Tryna catch up take it how you wanna take it

Left the place in panic, left to take another planet

Left to make another statement

X-G, baby, say the names right

Spell it out so you can learn it

You can smell the tires when they turnin'

You can smell the fire when it's burnin'

You can tell we all made it work for us

Made it but we had to work for it

Work, work, work, so perfect

That it hurt, don't it? Surf on 'em

Right away, ride the wave, ride away

'Cause we had the right of way

Bye-bye-bye, flying past then we fly away into outer-space

Drop top in a coupe outside

When I hop up out of this plane

Look at my fit right now

When I just walked outta my bed

Fix my hair, fix my make-up on the way

Bound to the next stop

Bound for the great

Make 'em bow down to the X, uh

A little more than ordinary honorary

Underestimated, leavin' all you broke

I'm the judge and jury, I don't wanna hear it

I'm the one they fearin', keep it on the low

This is automated, I'm the motivator

Told my haters, "Yo, more the merrier"

Y'all my entertainment fascinated

I'm just laughing 'cause it's so hilarious

Little girl with a big mouth, uh

Small group with a big house, yeah

Big watch on the wrist now, uh

I just thought of that flow now, just now

Put a little more down for the buss down

Went on tour on a bus and tore the bus down

Everything custom now

Fans rushin' out, security had to push me out

Forty-eight laws of power

Little girl with a big motor on a kid tho (Mmhmm)

Watch me rip tho

Watch me snap like motorola flip phone (Mmhmm)

I don't wanna hit you this hard on a intro

Bring that bounce like 6-4

Find me in Tokyo, rappin' in a skirt

Are you catchin' my drift tho?

Woke up lookin' like this

So don't get under my skin

Woke up lookin' like this

Woke up lookin' like this

So don't get under my skin

Woke up lookin' like this

(Yeah)

Light flex go easy (Wow)

Tag it up, graffiti

Drop a pin or addy

That's where I'll go (Go)

Rip the show and that's all I know

I'm super visioned

Y'all just built on superstitions

Watch me do

Everything, everywhere

All at once, all the time

All around the world

Woke up lookin' like this (Wow)

So don't get under my skin (Don't)

X-G-A-L-X

And that's the name of this ship (That's it)

Den mother mother wolf

So don't make fun of my kids

We all fam and stand tall now

So don't talk down on my kin, hey

Welcome to the party

Floatin' like it's Mardi Gras, yeah

You can call me HARVEY

But I'm not your barbie doll, yeah

Hardy-hardy huh, laughin' at 'em

While we blast away

Black on, black on, black

Outfits all packed away (Packed away)

C to the O-C-O

That's me, Lord, have mercy

Young Queen but I act like an unnie

Young blood but I'm built like an OG (Yeah)

Gotta lift weight for the bags (Bags)

Lookin' real fit for the mags (Mess)

And I'm a wolf in a pack (Pack)

So I just woof and attack (Uh-huh)

Woke up lookin' like this

So don't get under my skin

Woke up lookin' like this

Woke up lookin' like this

So don't get under my skin

Woke up lookin' like this

[tryslora]

Welcome to What I’m Reading Wednesday on a Thursday, because yesterday was chaos and while I got as far as making my little graphic, I didn’t get to do a proper writeup!

I also managed to finish three things between yesterday and today, but that’ll get discussed next week—this is being done as if I were posting it on Wednesday morning as I should have done! Preparing AHEAD OF TIME is apparently the new name of the game for future!me.

Audiobook

I finished reading Heat Wave, the third book in the Incredibles trilogy by TJ Klune, and DAMN that was an awesome ride. Do you love YA books? Queer books? Superheroes? Complicated gray areas but also villains who are villains? Non-neurotypical POV? This is that series. I adored Nick—our POV narrator in all his ADHD glory. I adored the story. It was just so much fun, and angsty in moments, and SO GOOD.

I then started the non-fiction writing advice book Never Say You Can’t Survive by Charlie Jane Anders, narrated by the author herself. This book is wonderful, like having a conversation with the author, and it makes me feel SO GOOD. Even unfinished, I’ve been screaming about it every chance I get. It’s great to read a self-help book and come out feeling energized and motivated rather than shamed.

Physical Book

My physical book is continuing The Marann by Christie Meierz. I have a few quibbles with the book, but overall, I’m enjoying it. There are some trigger warnings that should be included, so be prepared for that. I continue to enjoy the difference in culture between the aliens and humanity. This is definitely a romance, and has that vibe and happy feel.

Ebook

I have a huge collection of ebooks in my Kindle library, many of which I am not entirely sure how I obtained. Some are freebies that Amazon gives to Prime members monthly. Either way, I’m not certain how I got Love Among the Stars by Claerie Kavanaugh but I’ve been enjoying the romance. It’s a quick, easy read, but too light and quick to be great.

Manga & Graphic Novels

My journey through Elfquest continues with The Complete Elfquest, volume 2 by Wendy & Richard Pini. I’ve reached things that are definitely not familiar! I completed the Seige at Blue Mountain arc and am in the middle of the Kings of the Broken Wheel arc (hopefully I’m remembering that title correctly). Continuing to love it. I fully admit, I want to kick Rayek often and do hope to get to see some character progression as it goes on. I’m very much enjoying getting to see the new things. My excitement grows and it’s hard to hold myself to only one chapter a night!

Since I received the latest volume of Black or White by Sachimo (Vol 8), I sat down and read it right away. I mean. It’s BL, pretty much what it says on the tin. Jealousy between two men—both actors—who can’t be out, but there are an awful lot of people in the know about their relationship. That said, they really have settled in to their relationship and that part continues to improve.

Spoiler for next week… Between Wednesday morning (when this should have been written) and Thursday afternoon (when I am writing it), I finished three of the above books… so expect some new things next week! I may have also discovered that audiobooks make thick unwieldy highly descriptive prose accessible to me, when I struggle to read it in a physical book. So that’s cool!

[slashcrz]

closed for @hcrexcellency

responsibility had been the fire under reuben's ass since he was first born, and with an affair born of secrets && lust, he owed nothing to joanna but his silence. there was little to fail at when it came to their meetings when it first began; joanna needed what he could provide, and it was a place of comfort that his life had existed of. it was easy, it was effortless, it was pleasurable - all the things reuben considered his motivation to rise each morning. running away had been the other side of that coin; he ran from one sibling when he misstepped, and now ran the other way from the brother he'd turned to then. there were only so many directions one could run; and in versailles, reuben had exhausted them all. even when he'd tried to run from joanna, from the responsibility of their affair, from the emotion that surged like a tidal wave when he saw the moon reflect from tear-stained eyes; the way he felt at fault. it was the worst sort of sensation, that one of remorseful and regret, and he rejected it.

when they found each other in stolen, secret moments, he owned joanna nothing more than that moment. now that he was set to be hers in a legal way for eternity, reuben was all too aware of the amount he owed her; and all the new ways he would fail to measure up. if there was anything ruby didn't do, was fail... his trick was to never even try. but what does a man do when he turned to run, set ablaze yet another bridge, only to realize there was no path remaining behind him? there was no other choice but to turn back the way he'd came; and face her. it would be necessary, eventually; how a moment can change a lifetime... once, he'd look for her everywhere, hoping to see her passing by down the hall, reading in the library when he strolled through, appearing like a ghost he welcomed with fervor. now he felt sick, nervous, unworthy for that fated first meet; betrothed, this time. reuben wasn't sure what to say, but he hadn't wanted it to come by surprised, when he was least prepared. so he had made himself presentable enough, having slept a straight twelve hours to be rid of the affects of his massive hangover. how many days had it been since they'd last kissed? two, maybe three? time had blurred; was it longer? despite knowing not the day, he at least could know the hour, and was waiting in the stables when joanna returned from her ride, loitering by the stalls, and having already shooed the stablehands away to give them privacy. for once... he needed not offer a lie. " joanna... it's me. " reuben spoke, making his presence known, but his eyes didn't quite meet hers.