#these are just the main but the whole cast

[14dayswithyou]

PSA ! Because I've seen it be brought up in YouTube videos, in the comments section on Itch, and in quite a few asks on Tumblr... Here are some common misconceptions about "14 Days With You" that I'd like to clear up!

14 Days With You is not an otome game; it's an amare game!! The main character (Angel) is not a female heroine/female protagonist, and they're not written to be female-coded. Yes, you have the option to customise your pronouns and how others perceive you, but there is no "default" or fixed narrative perspective for 14DWY (outside of a gender-neutral perspective).

If it isn't already obvious, Ren's characterisation heavily leans into the "dere" aspect of a yandere. He genuinely loves Angel... Just to a terrifying degree.

None of the cast members are heterosexual, so please don't assume that all of Teo's exes/flings were women, that Leon has only had girlfriends in the past, that Olivia is only attracted to good-looking men, etc. In a similar vein, I want to remind everyone that Jae-Hyun is gay and Kiara is a lesbian.

14DWY is also a romance game!! The whole point is to get to know Ren, grow closer with him, and ultimately romance him. So please stop asking me to include BTD, TDDUP, or W1WD mechanics in the game. It's completely fine if you like those types of genres — and I'm not here to yuck anyone's yum — but it's not the vibe I'm going for with 14DWY, and it's not something I want to write about.

Ren dyes his hair! He isn't wearing a pink wig.

Similarly... Violet, Jae, Moth, and Teo all dye their hair as well. But I'm happy if folks want to headcanon that "unnatural" hair colours can exist in the 14DWY universe.

Ren does not have DID or BPD. He's merely a desperate yandere who changes aspects of himself + creates different "personas" to appease Angel (and essentially become their ideal type). He definitely has a pessimistic outlook on his real self, though he does not identify or feel genuine in any of his created personas. I'm comfortable for those who have DID/BPD/etc to headcanon Ren as such, but I heavily discourage everyone else from doing so as I don't want to give them an incorrect or bad reputation.

The 18+ scenes are optional!!!!! The game is intended to be played without them — it's even turned off by default. Nobody is forced to sleep with Ren.

14 Days With You is a passion project that I work on in my free time for fun. I'm not making a profit off of it, I'm not looking to turn it into a career, and in the most /pos way possible; it's not important enough for me to make a priority. So... Please stop guilt-tripping me for updates when I already don't have enough time or luxury to work on it ;v;

(last edited: 19/101/24) — I may add more here over time!!

[lostatsea-blog]

Bringing Home the Gold (Part 1)

Alexia Putellas x England Reader

Warnings: None

What happens when one wins and one loses.

The early morning sun had not long ascended the horizon casting a warm glow over the pitch that would bare witness to this afternoon’s battle. As you stepped out onto the immaculate turf for the pitch inspection, your eyes took in the sheer scale of the stadium. Tonight’s match would bring with it a record attendance for the women’s game and that thought made your heart flutter. Tonight, two of the best teams in the world would step out onto the turf and battle it out for the ultimate prize in football. You were lost in your musings when you heard it; the soft laugh that you would recognise anywhere and your heart instantly began to flutter. Your eyes snapped up immediately finding hers looking back at you. The way your heart reacted made you feel like a teenager in love for the first time. Her face broke out into the most beautiful smile and before you even knew it your legs were moving, carrying you towards her. It felt like the longest walk of your life but in reality was less than thirty seconds. Her arms opened and enveloped you in the most comforting hug you had ever shared

“I’ve missed you amore” she whispered in your ear. You wanted to hold on longer to bask in her arms for as long as you could but you knew that cameras and managers were watching so with a squeeze you let go. As you pulled away you managed to look at her properly and were quickly flooded with concern. She looked exhausted, like she had not slept for the whole of the tournament.

“Lex?” you asked and even though it was one word, she knew what you had seen and knew what you were asking.

“Not now” she shook her head and plastered on a smile which only fuelled your concerns further. This fight with the RFEF was taking a toll on Alexia who just wanted to play the game she loved and be treated fairly

“In a matter of days, we will be home together” You smiled gently and she understood what you were saying returning your smile with one of her own.

“Promise me, whatever happens here today, we do not bring it home.” She begged.

Before this tournament had started, you both knew there was a good chance you would have to face off against each other at some point. You also knew that the most likely event, would be the final. Both of you had dreamed of winning the World Cup and today that dream would come true for one of you. You nodded your agreement before turning and heading back towards your team.

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As the final whistle rang, you crumpled to the ground; the dream was not to be. Your lungs heaved as you fought to take in much needed oxygen. Both sides had battled to the dying seconds and in the end, it was only one goal that separated you. One goal or ten goals it did not matter, England had lost and Spain had won. On one side of the pitch blue shirts littered the ground, all in various stages of grief and denial. At the other end a jubilant huddle of red. You wanted to be happy for your girlfriend and you knew that once the disappointment had gone you would be but at that moment all you could feel was sadness, regret and disappointment. Out of the corner of your eye you spotted a flash of pink but you couldn’t right now and jumped to your feet. You flashed Alexia an apologetic look hoping that she would understand as you backed away. Arms circled your neck as your teammates commiserated with you and promised that next time it would be our turn but having just turned 30 you didn’t know if you would make the next world cup.

The medal ceremony was a painful experience for any team that just missed the big prize. People would say how well England did and how we should be proud of reaching the final and while that is true, second place is the hardest. To be so close to the main prize and just miss out leaves a bitter feeling inside you. When you make your way through the tunnel of Spanish players, Alexia grabs your hand and whispers how proud she is of you. you turn your head to return the sentiment and catch a glimpse of the name plastered across her chest and any words you were about to say die on your tongue replaced by a sense of betrayal. Alexia looks down to see where your eyes are glued and realises why your demeanour changed but she has no chance to speak because you are dragged along by the line to collect your silver medal. After Spain have collected their medals and raised the trophy, you leave the pitch quickly not ready for any sort of conversation. Of all the people she could have exchanged shirts with; of all the people whose names she could have emblazoned on her chest, she chose her ex. These images would appear on every news outlet tomorrow bringing with it speculation about your relationship and their relationship which only deepened your feelings of betrayal. Sometime later, after the team have finished speaking with their families they start to make their way into your dressing room. The mood is sombre as you would expect. You are stuffing your kit into your bag when a voice breaks you out of your thoughts

“Y/N, Alexia is asking for you” Lucy says coming to stand next to you. You and Lucy are close being two of only a few English players on the Barcelona team so you are not surprised that Alexia had asked Lucy to get you.

“Lucy, please just tell her not now and not here” You plead not ready to face any of this yet

“Look, I know we lost but…” Lucy begins but you cut her off

“Luce, it is not about us losing and them winning. I am proud that she has achieved this dream but I am devastated by what she did after” You explain

“The shirt?” she asks and you nod

“Please, can you just tell her not now and not here” You ask again and she nods making her way back to the main door. When she comes back it is with a message.

“She asked me to tell you, please remember the promise you made” Lucy relays Alexias words and you feel your anger rise. The promise that no matter what happened you would not bring it home but you felt that promise did not extend to this. You felt humiliated and that was not something you could let go of easily.

Your flight back to England was the next day and you spent the whole night ignoring Alexia’s texts and calls. This was not a conversation you wanted to have over a phone call. You sent one message telling her to go and celebrate with her team. This was a dream she had worked hard for and you did not want her to miss out despite how you felt. She asked you to come and meet her but you declined.

The flight back to England was exhausting. While you had tried to sleep on the plane, the constant array of thoughts bombarding your brain would not allow it. By the time your flight landed, it had been over 24 hours since you had slept and all you wanted was to lock yourself away. It was a habit you had learned during your teenage years and one you found difficult to break. When things in your life felt out of control you would run away. Not literally run away but cut yourself off from people while you tried to deal with everything. It had been years since you had felt the urge to run away but right now everything was too much. You sent Alexia a text telling her that you would not be returning to Spain tomorrow, like you had initially planned and that you would be staying in England for a couple of weeks but gave no more information. Once the text hand sent you turned off your phone and made your way towards the exit……

[odasantiago]

Rating all of the current audio rp ships I know of

(Tw: opinions I guess. If you’re really defense about ships then oh well 😭) by the way, this is in NO WAY dissing the creators, it’s just how I see the pair and why I like or dislike them.

- 1) Zaris (Zaros and Earis) from the Noble Trials from ZSakuva

This ship is so beautiful in every way imaginable, the way they pine for eachother so much, at the same time trying to honor their family hurts me so much. It’s so extremely complex and so heartbreaking, doomed yaoi done so well I fear. So nicely written, I have no complaints about them whatsoever.

- 2) DemonDoctor (Albus York and Mahatma) from Bastards Vs Zombies by GoodBoyAudios

The only reason this isn’t at the top is because this ship is newer to be honest, demondoctor is such a sweet pair, you can literally hear everytime they interact that they genuinely Like spending time with eachother, and you can tell the character development from Albus from episode 5, their always somehow together or at least mentions eachother. So excited to see more moments of them in the future.

- 3) Donthus (Dontis and Xanthus) From Xanthus’ series from ZSakuva

They’re a really cute pair, especially for Xanthus, we’ve only seen Xanthus with the bond, but how about without it? That’s we see in the Donthus ship, it may be considered a rare pair but their personalities just scream “I love you so bad but I can’t admit it” , I can’t explain this one as well since we didn’t get a lot of them, but they hold a special place on my heart lol

- 4) Alseth (I made that name up idk what their real ship name is) Alphonse and Seth from bittersweet, by Yuurivoice

I will always defend these two, after so much they’ve really stayed supportive of eachother and their basically soulmates. It’s only this low because I didn’t watch a lot of yuurivoice, and to be honest, I think it would be a bit better if we didn’t get a listener and just see them as two people in love. (My opinion though)

- 5) Cermond (Cervantes and Edmond) from Not in Front of the Dinner Darling by Escaped audios

Now, if we were talking about how I SEE Cermond before they were vampires, this would’ve been easily number 3. But in their canon version, we haven’t seen a lot of them. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVEEEEEE Cervantes and I mean I LOVE him. It’s just that on the surface they are toxic, you can kinda understand though since they are.. vampires and went through a lot. But it’s so sweet how they’ve stayed together for so long. It’ll probably be on a higher spot when the series progresses LOL

- 6) Warriorfaith (I made that up too) Albus and Faith from Bastard Warrior by GoodBoyAudios

Now, don’t come at me for this, I just don’t dig them that much. I love their dynamic and how their written, that’s why it isn’t super duper low. They are super lovely and sweet, but realistically, I can’t see them together. (Especially after that last episode..) its probably because I wasn’t obsessed with bastard warrior LOL

- 7) Guestslayer (I MADE THAT UP TOO!) Guest and Alfonso from Matador Gothic by Escaped Audios.

Now, this is the first one that I didn’t necessary like, their not badly written at all DONT get me wrong, I’m very used to slow burn so that could account for my feelings on that as well, they’re cute! I’ll admit, it just wasn’t for me LOL. (MG is really good though please don’t get me wrong guys)

-8) Stacy and Jean (yeah I don’t have a name for them) from New Orleans Rats by Escaped Audios

These two are just straight up toxic, imma keep it a buck, I love the whole cast for NJR but Stacy just tricked Jean tbh 😭 jean definitely deserved intern because GOSH that would’ve been bad if they didn’t break up

That’s all! Again, I am NOT dissing the creators, I am simply saying which ships are for me and which ones aren’t. These are all amazing series and that’s the main reason I know these ships, i really don’t care if any of yall like the ones that I ranked low, they’re just not for me! But go see all of these series if you haven’t, they are all really amazing.

[patisseriu]

he tasted of dark chocolate || hts

univ!taesan x gn!reader

genre : strangers to ???

wc : ~2.1k

cw & tw : late night walks, exam period, riwoo and leehan are taesans edgy little friend group; bad influence, cigarettes - both taesan and y/n smoke here(smoking is bad don't smoke please), implied over the legal age; y/n supposedly has quit smoking but taesan is being a hot influencing asshole ppl loooove taesan badboy agenda don’t they. y/n is mentioned to be shorter than taesan, and is kinda cocky in the beginning. there's swearing. lots of internal monologue. use of real names.

no pronouns used; full lowercase intended; proofread

main character names are italicised

you loved these little moments when the sky had just turned dark, the dark-purple veil taking over the silver clouds, making them nearly impossible to tell apart from one another. sun was nowhere to be seen since the passing streetlights were the ones responsible for playing with your shadow now, casting it in different directions as you kept walking.

its been a long week. you just finished studying for the exams taking place tomorrow. you still wondered what luck it took for the two of your most important classes to have exams on the same day, back to back. you were a lot more excited for the following whole month of a break than frying the remaining bits of your brain over the final academic push. maybe you weren't all that confident in your knowledge even after the whole weekend worth of studies. or maybe you were overdoing it and pushing your mind in a corner.

either way, that didn't matter now. you didn't want it to matter.

you focused on the cold air you inhaled, wanting to float away from all the worries along with the wind particles that ruffled your hair.

it snowed just last week, giving you hopes for a prettier imagery during your testing period, but the continuous forecast of rain and warmer temperatures melted everything down, leaving nothing but a slight shine on the road and a humid hint in the air.

and as you immersed yourself more in the atmosphere, the one thing that made you snap back from your thoughts was the appearance of a persisting bitter smell. you open your eyes.

in front of you, a group of three boys were making their way in the same direction as you were, completely barricading the entirety of a thin alleyway as they all walked beside one another. the three were dressed in same dark colors, beanies over their heads, and the shorter guy on the right side even turned over his shoulder for moment and gave you a tense eye. seems about the typical public to walk around these times. you turned your head and looked around, feeling like you shouldn't have looked up in the first place.

but you wish it was as easy to switch your attention with just a head turn. a wave of a sharp, acrid scent mixed with the crisp night air stung the walls of your nose. it was so familiar. though you tried to bury it in the fragments of your memory, there were times when you yourself would be in their shoes; inhaling a chestful of smoke after along day that felt like it would never end, the bitter burn of nicotine hitting your throat like flames.

you didn’t need to look up again to know the source. it quite literally was all around their presence - the smoke of cheap cigarettes, ones that burned too quickly and with too much force.

by the time you were shaking yourself mentally out of it, the casted shadows of the group before you were already actively whispering between each other, giving you over the shoulder looks until all three had glared at you at least once. great. if you didn't feel weird before now you definitely were.

you tucked your hands into the pockets of your jacket and tried to keep your pace steady, swallowing, eyes still down on the asphalt. but that was only for a couple more seconds or so, until the boys had seemed to stop their pace and turn your way.

"hey," the guy in the middle, clearly the 'leader' of their little gang, was trying to get your attention. unexpected. you really wished to be able to just pass by, you didn't want any tension or problems, especially on a relatively empty street, sky getting darker every second. you really tried making it look like you didn't pay that much mind, until getting uncomfortably close and having to stop. you tilted your head up, not enough to meet gazes just yet, as looking at them directly seemed like a death wish at the very moment.

"got somewhere to be?" his voice was teasing, eyebrows raised at you sternly ignoring him for as long as you could. his question hung in the air like the smoke curling from the corner of his lips.

you really panicked for a moment, unsure of what to say.

"just passing through," you replied, voice steady despite the uneasy thrum in your chest. did that sound stupid? obviously you weren't following them. self doubts climbed up your skin along with the shivers. you kept your eyes on the leader, sensing he was the one who mattered most in this interaction. hell, you almost felt like breathing too much could've turned out the wrong way for you.

his lips curled at your answer, not quite a smirk, but close enough. "passing through, huh?" he echoed, as if tasting the words. did it really sound that stupid? you felt almost embarrassed at this point. doing your best to keep your form, you finally brought your eyes to examine the guy's face.

god, was he tall. his shoulders seemed especially broad with the unzipped puffer jacket resting on his shoulders, and height was hyperbolized by the below-average sized guy next to him. as your eyes crawled up to take apart his face, in the matter of seconds you noted the uniqueness of his features, his sharp jawline and plump lips that just finished letting go of a grey ribbon of smoke. his mimic seemed almost like one of a hand-drawn character, eyebrows especially expressive.

you felt so small, unrealistically small, nearly a whole meter smaller than him. a weird feeling continued spreading all across your body, so fast you couldn't even tell what it was.

you weren't the only one observing a stranger - while the tallest man was clearly staring back at you, his other two partners were doing just the same, but instead of your face they were more taking apart the details of your outfit.

standing so close to them and the recently released cloud of smoke just got in your head further, making it surprisingly difficult for you to feel like the whole situation wasn't just a part of your imagination or a hazy dream.

"do you smoke?"

what an ironic fucking question. the universe might have just been testing you right now. you had to take a second and blink to make sure this wasn't your brain talking.

"if you're sharing."

how pathetic.

how. fucking. pathetic.

the words just left your mind as if you turned back time, as if the whole period of quitting didn't even happen.

the man seemed to be in complete awe at your response, though. his lips parted, and eyebrows raised even higher. somehow he combined the expression of a subtle gasp with a smirk, clearly liking the way you spoke to him, how confident you seemed in the words, even if in reality you really weren't.

he looked at the two boys standing beside him, motioning something with his head, followed then by the two nodding and continuing to walk forward in the direction you all were going to initially, already finding themselves busy enough with a topic to discuss.

he used the one hand with a glowing, nearly-spent cigarette to hold up the the fabric of his jacket, so he could reach into the inner pocket and offer a brand new one to you. "be my guest"

if you're this far in, and the man in front of you is that good looking, there isn't much that could convince you to back off now. this isn't your proudest move.

you take the cigarette with a nod as a polite 'thanks', resting the fragile cylinder between the two of your fingers and bringing it closer to your lips.

you expected for him to also take out the lighter by now, but after shifting your focus for just a mere moment, you were only met with him inches closer to your face, the smoldering bud now pressed between his lips.

that was the exact second you felt it - your heart was beating at a pretty crazy pace. holy shit. your fingers were on the edge of shaking from the adrenaline in your veins, but you could probably shrug it off on the cold or the nicotine itself.

you knew exactly what to do, and the desire to keep your cool moved your head forward, the burning tip of his cigarette meeting the edge of yours with precision. a deep inhale and the faint crackle of the ember lit your own, sound filling the silence between you, something so quiet and gentle yet impossibly loud in the moment.

you swear his pupils dilated more with each second before you backed off to let out the first puff of bitter smoke. you felt disgusting. but yours probably got just as big in the moment. the heat seemed to be hitting not only your throat but also inching somewhere deeper. was it the same kind of heat? it's been too long for you to understand, and too many emotions were taking over you at the moment.

"I'm dongmin" with a soft smile and a draw from what's left of his bud, he extended his free hand out to you for a handshake, to which you did the same.

"y/n"

he looked at you with a smile, so mellow and cute, practically melting off the 'scary guy' image off his face. and you noticed it before he seemed to try and shrug it off right as he caught himself on it, suddenly starting to pace forward once again, you followed right after.

maybe it wasn't just you trying to make yourself look cool in front of the other for an impression.

"other two are donghyun and sanghyeok." he kept staring off into their backs, already significantly far that they couldn't hear any of his words, without trying to be quiet. "they're nicer than they look." he turned to you, the revealed tenderness still in the notes of his suppressed expression. it felt.. genuine.

you smiled back, walking beside one another in comfortable silence for a few moments, only the sound of your footsteps and the occasional inhale of smoke filling the air.

as the cigarette burned down to its last embers, your guilt was somewhere long forgotten, and the other two boys in the distance already seemed to walk off the other way, the two of you had made your way right to the entrance of your dorm without really thinking about it, filled with all kinds of conversations and facts about one another. both of your phone numbers already in the contacts of another. the cool night air had settled around you both, and you stood there for a moment, unsure of how to put the point you had in mind the whole time.

"you know, maybe we all are 'nicer than we look'" you quoted dongmin's words from the very beginning of your chat, and he felt a pang of surprise at you recalling his words. surely, by the way he shyly smiled and led his eyes away for a moment, you could tell he did find that bit of your words truthful. his exaggerated coolness slowly coming off, revealing a faint pink shade over his cheeks, so light it almost had a pastel-like quality.

and while you were busy noticing such details about him, all warm and fuzzy in your feelings, you didn't notice how dongmin stepped closer. there was no hesitation in his movement, and before you could process it, his hand was at the back of your neck, pulling you in gently.

the kiss was soft, exploratory, like he was tasting the moment, tasting you. it was nothing like you expected, no rushed desperation, only a slow, lingering connection that felt entirely new. his lips were utterly bitter, but had a distinct note - he tasted of dark chocolate.

the moment felt fleeting, and ended just as carefully and gently as it started. after a shared smile, you stayed a little longer for a tight hug, before waving goodbye and him observing the door behind you close.

the whole evening still felt like a haze - your head was dizzy from the warmness of your feelings, everything inside you fluttered and a smile was impossible to erase from your face as you rode up the elevator; you wondered if he felt the same way, walking back to his place.

you were looking forward to tomorrow, and the day after; to more things to share about yourself, more things to learn about him; and eventually, after some while, watch him chuckle at you confessing you agreed to smoke just to continue a conversation with him, and appear cooler.

maybe you share more than it seemed, and the things that brought you closer might have been just equally pretentious.

[supernotnatural2005]

A Christmas miracle: Timestamp - Maybe next time

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: Being parents can be tough/frustrating when trying to find a quiet moment to yourselves. However, the reality of family is much more rewarding as are the sacrifices.

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: SMUT!!! (18+ONLY!) Like, it is pure filth from the beginning! But ends with all the fluff and feels!

AN: Surprise! Just a little sinful Sunday fic for you all from the well loved little family of ACM. I Couldn't resist a little spicy fic, which I hope you all enjoy 😉💕

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Mimicked sighs of relief filled the quiet space of your bedroom as Dean finally slid home. 

The warm orange glow of the bedside lamp cast shadows of your connected bodies across the wall opposite, like a display of artwork only the ghosts could see at this hour. 

It was late, way past both of your bedtimes, but it was also the only time you had alone, together. 

Raising a 5-year-old and a newborn left you both with little time, or energy, to connect in the ways you once did on an almost daily basis. Ironically enough, it was this very act that had gotten you into this situation in the first place.

But you missed him, missed the feel of him, his touch, the tender press of his lips, tongue, and teeth, all of it. And as his hips pulled back, the feel of his velvety cock sliding against your walls, sending shivers from the base of your neck down to the tips of your toes, before snapping his hips back into yours, you felt whole again.

“Goddammit.” Dean groaned low in your ear as he began a gentle rocking motion, back and forth. His large and hardened frame shrouding you in a cage of pure ecstasy, your only focus is him. “I’ve missed this.” You pant, voicing his lost words. Your nails rake down his back, taut and rippled with years of strength. He rolls his eyes back at the sensation, his hips picking up their speed.

Your mouth latches on to his shoulder, sinking your teeth in enough for him to feel you there but not enough to distract him, your only line of defence to stop yourself from crying out.

Dean suddenly shifts, his body pulling upright, and he gazes down at you deliciously sprawled out beneath him.

Your hair a halo on the pillows beneath your head, your full breasts bare and heaving beneath his wondering hands. You gasp and arch into the pinch of your nipples, sensitive and raw from feeding your newborn. 

You then feel a hand slide down from your chest over your stomach, your desire battling with your insecurities to cover your little belly pouch and the stretch marks that now scarred your skin. However, Dean’s eyes filled only with admiration and wonderment as he ran his hands over those changes.

He’d been nothing but flattering and encouraging throughout all the changes your body had gone through in bearing his children. In fact, his desire for you had tripled, peaking new heights, for now he had witnessed what it could do, how even more special and unique it was, and how forever grateful he would be because of it.

“Beautiful.” He whispered more to himself as his eyes roamed you, like a masterpiece deserving to be displayed, but only for his eyes, of course. His pupils blew wide as his hand reached your sex, gazing down at where the two of you remained connected with a dangerous heat. 

His thumb begins to rub slow, torturous circles against your clit, just as he slowly pushes in and out of your cunt with shallow thrusts. You bite furiously at your lip to not whine so loud, the coil in your belly already growing tight at the littlest of touches. Your body starved of this kind of intimacy for too long. 

Dean stares at you like a lion would at his prey, focused, precise, and ready to pounce at any moment. He enjoys the way you keen and squirm, rocking your hips for more friction than he was giving you. Desperate and at his mercy. 

“Come for me, baby.” He hums in pleasure at the feel of your walls gripping him tight, his thumb relentless as it flickers against your swollen clit at an almost punishing pace. Your head slams back onto the pillows, your back arching high off of the bed, toes curling so tight your calves begin to cramp, and then you crash.

Your moan is muffled just in time for you to turn your head into the pillow, biting it tight as your body convulses and contracts around Dean’s cock. You faintly hear him groan at the feeling, his movements stilling completely as he lets you ride out your high. 

When you finally float back down to earth, your body settling like jelly against the sheets beneath you, Dean leans back over you to claim your lips. The kiss is dirty and all-consuming, sparking you quickly back to life already.  “On your front, sweetheart.” Dean mumbles with a grin against your lips and pats your thigh for good measure. You smile devilishly at him and allow him to slip out of you before quickly rolling onto your front, spreading your legs wide as you lift up slightly on your knees.

Keeping your chest to the mattress, you stick your ass up in the air, wiggling it teasingly and feeling victorious at the deep moan of appreciation behind you.  “Fuck.” Dean breathes, seeing you so bashfully on display for him. He cups the cheeks of your ass with his two large hands, massaging them and spreading you open. Your pussy is glistening, wet with your last orgasm, so much so it had spread against your thighs. “Please baby.” You whine when it appears Dean has made no effort to move. He catches your eye and grins wide before shuffling to position himself closer behind you. 

You brace yourself with your hands fisted in the pillows as he runs the length of his cock through your folds, coating him with your juices before he allows his tip to catch at your entrance.

Again you both sigh at the feeling of him entering once more, and from this angle he feels impossibly deep. 

Dean’s movements are gentle at first, experimental, watching with fascination as he slides so easily in and out of your dripping hole. Just the sight alone has him twitching and about ready to burst. And then you push back against him, swallowing him whole; he chokes on his own breath. 

You repeat the action once, twice, three times, all with a grin and a heated twinkle in your eye, as of right now, it was him who was at your mercy. Taking the hint, Dean palms at your hips and ass, gliding along the length of your spine as he begins to drive into you harder and faster. 

The dull slap of skin against skin echoes in the quiet, joining the harsh pants of breath as he chases both of your highs. Your face is buried in the pillows, capturing your muffled moans as he hits you in just the right spot over and over. 

Your legs are shaking, your body trembling, and you’re about to snap when the cry of your son breaks through your lustful spell, shattering the moment like a cold bucket of water pouring over the two of you, extinguishing the flames the friction of your bodies had ignited.

Dean stills, painfully so, the both of you listening to see if it was only a brief moment of distress before Bobby fell back to sleep. However, luck was not on either of your sides, and the cries grew louder and more consistent. 

You huff in both humour and discontent but raise on your knees, causing Dean to slip out of you. His head lands on your shoulder, his own groan of disappointment slipping from his lips as he places a firm kiss against your bare skin. 

You smile over your shoulder, cupping his cheek with a gentle caress of your thumb.

“Maybe next time, baby.” You pat his cheek affectionately and step off of the bed, grabbing your robe, which lay across the desk chair, and slip it on. 

Dean flops onto his back with a huff, and you have to bite your lip and clench your thighs at the sight of his gloriously naked body stretched out in front of you. His cock still erect and glistening with evidence of the mess he’d made between your legs. 

“I’ll join you in a minute.” Dean sits up then, running both hands down his face, trying to bring the blood back into his brain and away from the other part of his body. “Just need to cool down a second.” He chuckles, and your responding giggle has him glancing at you, a mix of humour and longing in his eyes.

You then shuffle towards the bedroom door and unlock it. Hust as you were about to slip out, however, you hear your daughter’s voice from the hallway.

“I’m on it,” Olivia says with a casual wave, striding past you and disappearing into Bobby’s room. You stand frozen for a moment, blinking in surprise. An amused huff escapes your lips at her deadpan tone, and you follow her into the room, pausing in the doorway as she approaches the cot where Bobby, still barely one, whimpers softly. 

Lately, Olivia had been asserting herself into a more adult role, taking on the responsibilities, or trying to, in helping you raise her little brother. It was most likely a phase, possibly out of curiosity. But it had been amusing, yet endearing, to witness. The instant he sees Olivia, his green eyes grow wide, and his crying stops, replaced by quiet sniffles. You watch in awe as, without hesitation, he reaches for her. His chubby little fingers curling around her outstretched hand.  “It’s okay, little one,” Olivia coos, her voice soft but steady. Your heart melts at the sight, your chest warming with an overwhelming sense of affection. Dean’s hand on your back startles you slightly as he moves up behind you, now dressed in sweats and a simple t-shirt. 

“Well, I’ll be damned,” he mutters under his breath, eyes fixed on the tender scene. But the moment didn’t last long before his usual humour slipped back in. “Guess we won’t need a babysitter after all.” He mutters under his breath.  You nudge him gently with your elbow, shaking your head in amusement. 

“Mommy, I think he wants milk.” Olivia glances up at you, as if she'd just held a silent conversation with her brother. As soon as she said ‘milk,’ Bobby starts to croon again, his little body wriggling with anticipation. 

“I think you might be right,” you reply with a tender kiss to the top of Olivia’s head. She steps aside as you move toward the cot, gently picking up Bobby and cradling him against you. 

You cross the room and settle into the rocking chair in the corner, easing yourself into a comfortable position before you open your robe enough to let Bobby nurse.

Olivia comes to stand beside you, her eyes wide with fascination as she watches. You never made a point of hiding it from her—breastfeeding was just another part of life, nothing to be embarrassed about or shielded from her. 

Dean stays by the doorway, leaning against the frame, watching the quiet scene. His heart felt full, a sense of peace settling over him like nothing else. This moment, these simple, sacred moments, were more meaningful than anything else he’d ever experienced.

“Maybe next time.” Your earlier spoken words repeat in his head, Yeah, there would always be time for that, to rekindle a flame, but this moment right here? He realises, with bittersweet clarity, that they were fleeting. 

One day, this serenity would slip away, and yet, here it was now—unfolding before him, a beautiful reminder of everything that truly mattered. 

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[firemeteorguy]

I just realized that post splits cast isn't exactly THAT bad, it's decent, but holy shit we could have gotten better writing, in my opinion, they should have had taco stay in tpot and have barf bag here instead to interact with spongy, balloony could also be switched out for an exitor, preferably match IMO, otherwise the others could stay intact

My main problem with this whole fucking season is the insefurrable and whiny ass writing they give to characters, derailing them in most ways than one, the only REMOTELY enjoyable arc in that whole season was the Blocky and Woody one, then you look deeper into the season and find the bullshit that is the fireafy arc.

And I'm sorry, but I CANNOT ENJOY THIS SEASON FOR THE LIFE OF ME, just not a fan, the way they treated the characters always makes me mad LMAO

Flower SPECIALLY tbh, I wish they kept some of their season 1 traits, showing how he isn't perfect, leading to his win.

Gelatin being a runner up was cool, but I wish she did more in the finale 😭😭😭😭 like....make it so it's less OBVIOUS on who's meant to win please.

Anyways I needed to say this because I fucking love these silly little objects and adore the show, but we need to realize not all seasons of the show are 100% perfect, post split shows that CLEARLY.

[ishigamisenku]

This is why I love Dr.STONE so much. Because, not only does it give us an incredible story, but it presents us with questions that go far beyond the end of the story. An anime about science and rebuilding society offers us some incredible opportunities to ask questions and discuss some pretty philosophical topics; i.e. the morality of human beings, how well we'd handle a disaster such as this occurring, what we'd do about it, etc. We're met with moral dilemma early on with Tsukasa, and his opinion that they should NOT revive everyone and live in a world where we don't encounter the corporate greed and selfishness that has been alive and well for generations. He's seen the corruption this causes, and he wants to start anew. Give humanity a clean slate. Senku, a character that is presented as someone who leads with logic and reasoning over feeling and emotions, is of the opinion that they should revive EVERYONE regardless of age, race, social status, etc. He thinks everyone should have the chance to advance and move forward within this new world they've been given. The idea to him, as we all know, is very exciting. However, Senku also acknowledges that if they revive people too quickly, their resources will deplete fast, and they don't have what they need to sustain large populations of people...yet. So he agrees they need to be choosy on who they revive for now. It's only logical. Both offer really good points, and regardless of who you side with, there are some incredibly interesting aspects of both sides to explore.

SPOILERS below the cut. If you are not caught up in the manga and you don't like spoilers, please do not go past the cut. And buckle in friends, this accidentally became a long post.

The questions OP raises in this post are things I've thought a lot about as well. Do we just go along assuming that since Senku spearheaded this whole thing, he's the one that's essentially in charge? How much power does he hold? We know enough about Senku to know that while he is obviously a leader-type character, he surely wouldn't want to concern himself with leadership on a large scale such as being a head of state or government. Senku's got one thing on his mind, and it's science. He wants to be able to have time to work on his scientific endeavors, and continue to contribute towards the advancement of science. Buuuut he's also not alone in his leadership, since we know he has the four other "Wise Commanders." We DO see Gen kinda working as an ambassador of sorts, though. A Diplomat. So, seems that they put his yapping (affectionate) to good use. For what happens to the petrification device...At the end of the series, we discover the origin of the Medusa device, and their motivation is explained. (Albeit a rather lame motivation and the way this is handled story-wise is not my favorite, but I'll do a deep dive on my opinions on the Medusa origin on my own time.)

While the rest of the Medusa/Why-Men decide to leave and find some other intelligent life to leech off of, one of them stays behind. From this point on, this Medusa is primarily only seen with Senku, and we can assume he is the Why-Man Keeper. We can also infer this from the fact that when see him in Ch. 232, he is quite literally wearing the vacuum tube they keep Why-Man in on his body:

We also get this exchange in Ch. 3 of 4D Science:

Sooo my guess is Why-Man sticks with Senku. There never seems to be much issue with anyone else in the main cast interacting with it, but they do seem to have it guarded when Senku doesn't have it with him. They are definitely aware of the fact that if in the wrong hands, Why-Man can be used as a weapon, and they acknowledge that. The concept of using Why-Man for eternal life is also acknowledged, and they stay quiet about that because they don't want anyone trying to get their hands on it for that reason as well. This is also explored in the 4D science chapters through interactions between Chrome and Kaseki. But this brings us to the question of mothers being revived to see their children grown- Due to the petrification, any biological being petrified doesn't seem to physically age. Chronologically, technically, yes, but not physically. This was quite literally Why-Man's "gift" to humanity, as stated by Why-Man itself. As long as people remain petrified and their statues are kept safe from weathering or breakage, they'd be fine up until they are ready to be revived. We know this pretty early on. This is sort of best-case scenario given the issue of resources not being plentiful enough to sustain large populations, as mentioned earlier in this post. They can revive more people as they go along once they feel they can be properly sustained. But the unfortunate fact there is... anyone revived DOES go on to age. So that could absolutely lead to someone's child being revived before them, and once they are revived, they have to experience the shock of their child having aged while they seemingly didn't themselves. And that's a lot to process in a scenario where they already have to attempt to process the fact that they've been encased in stone for over 3,700 years. It's all just such an interesting scenario overall. Again, this is why I adore this story so much. Yes, it gets you really excited about humanity's ability to persevere, adapt, evolve, and overcome. But it also raises some really interesting scenarios for us to stop, sit, and think about. Buuuuut... maybe I just really like getting deep, philosophical, and existential. I know that's not everyone's vibe. If you read through all of my crazed rambling, thanks! And thank you for this post, OP. You raise some super great questions.

Thinking about how the world will never go back to “normal” after Senku brings everyone back. Given how nature has fully recovered cities, it’s going to take probable years to go back to the massive carrying capacity we had. How many will have to leave behind loved ones to be revived later down the line because they can’t sustain that many people? How many mothers will wake up with their children fully grown and older than them? And how will world politics regard Senku? What will happen to the petrifaction weapon? It’s so interesting and intriguing and the thing I think abt the most when Dr. STONE is mentioned. What happens when everyone is revived?

[911lsbts]

ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY: What were your thoughts when they first told you this was Judd's path this season?

JIM PARRACK: I said, "Well, great. There should be something really consequential about Judd and Grace being split apart like this." Then we started finding ways to foreshadow it a little bit, because alcoholism doesn't happen overnight. And we certainly didn't have a lot of time to work with [with the final season being only 12 episodes]. So we tried to isolate him a little bit, and show him drinking a little bit, and in his cups a little bit. And then, with this 10th episode, we just wanted to show what it was like for Judd when the thing he had been living for wasn't there anymore.

Was there a particular scene that most affected you?

There was actually a whole two- or three-page prayer that I shot on the back porch of the house that got reduced to a little flashback, but that was incredibly cathartic. We shot this whole sequence where Judd downed a whole bottle of alcohol and was kind of angry at God and then begging God to do something and show up, but it only ended up being a little flash. That was maybe to me the most important scene in the episode.

That is mirrored at the end of the episode when Judd finally gets his sign, and Grace texts him as he's staring at the bottle over the sink. How did you choose to play that scene? What was he about to do if he hadn't heard from Grace?

At that point, having been around recovery in a real way, Judd realizes that to drink is to probably die. I made the choice to look at the bottle and go, "If I pick this thing up again, I'm going to die. Do I or don't I?" It was a "One last try: God if you're there..." kind of thing. And that was moving to me, to come at it that way. It was a moving experience. It felt authentic.

Was he also looking for death when he walked into that firing range earlier in the episode?

The way I chose to play it was "Somebody in there needs help, and I don't really care if I live or die anymore, so I'll head in." By that point, [the 126] knew what was going on. It wasn't that we didn't know the place was really dangerous and full of exploding ammunition. I just wanted to come at it like, "Look, my family's falling apart. I'm pretty sure there's no God, which means there's no heaven or hell. Maybe just put an end to all this and go to sleep and get out of here. And if I don't die, fine, I'll save this guy's life. And if I do, no problem — these foundational, meaningful things aren't in my life anymore."

Well I'm sure fans will be glad to see Judd come out the other side. What can you tease for viewers heading into the final two episodes of Lone Star?

The main thing they can expect and deserve to see is how much the 126 mean to each other. And of course, underneath all that is what we meant to each other as a cast and as a team [in real life]. There was this real merging of how we all felt about it being the end and with the 126 facing what seems like could really be the end.

[stuckasmain]

So I’m reading Jurassic Park for the first time and … the movie was perfectly casted oh my god. I can’t help but picture them all when I read because when I tell you they captured the energy so well, I mean it.

Also something about Alan and Ellie meeting Ian and “we’re a trio now. Besties forever” the second they meet is iconic. The squad ever actually.

[cowardlykrow]

Don't even look at each other before marriage

[turtleblogatlast]

No but like every time I think about Splinter and what he had to go through just to keep the boys alive, my heart hurts for him so badly. Is he perfect? No not at all, but none of them are and by god does he love his sons.

The fact that all of them are alive, and grew to thrive despite the circumstances surrounding them is a testament of how much Splinter loves his boys. He raised four babies following the most traumatic time of his life, all alone with nothing but the sewers to house them (to hide them.) I feel like he’s not given the credit he deserves for all he’s done.

And I get that it’s easy to hold up his flaws and faults when it comes to parenting, I myself like looking into them because flawed characters are super interesting and said flaws make them more realistic and engaging, but he tries, and again, so many others would have given up on the boys or failed along the way but Splinter didn’t.

He’s their father, for all his faults he did his damndest to make sure they survived.

[tackykachowch]

By the way, did we ever talk about how stupid it is that they made Silco the reason Felicia died? I don't mean that he killed her personally, but that he jumpstarted violence on a peaceful protest. Because that's sooo who Silco is, right? A character who makes impulsive and poorly thought out decisions, right? A character who goes into a fight headstrong without carefully planning his moves and strategy and just YOLO-ing it, right? Right?? ......sigh

And don't even THINK about giving me the whole "wElL hE cHaNgEd SiNcE tHeN dUh" crap. Even s2 is smart enough to show us him writing something in a notebook in a flashback, which implies that he was the brains behind the Lanes' creation/revolution as a whole. And if he was he would never sabotage his own plans with something so stupid as throwing a single molotov at enforcers. Literally who does that???? Silco we know would probably organize an attack under the guise of a peaceful protest, but not just. Straight-up ruining just a regular peaceful protest. That's stupid. And Silco is the last character in arcane that would do something stupid. Literally the whole plot of season 1 relies on him being intelligent and sneaky with his plans are you kidding me.

[runninguplenorahills]

Actually the moment Gaten Matarazzo confirmed that Mike is in love with Will

I will never get over this lmaoo

[aroaceleovaldez]

full on feel like pjo tv s2 is not gonna hold up so they need to drag as much attention to the series as they can by using nico as a sock puppet w tsats2

im fully expecting the show to go the way of the movies. it doesnt help Sea of Monsters is almost unanimously the least favorite book of the first series. People frequently forget it even exists or what happens in it, especially more casual fans.

Heck, just look at how little fanfare the second season has gotten so far as compared to the build up to s1. I wouldn't be surprised if s2 totally flops. It would be a little funny.

[slymanner]

Look all I'm saying is if that a shadow game can work THAT well and be so well designed story wise and gameplay wise

HE can work

[rwby-confess]

Confession #62