#this is so stupid but i had to stop watching and scream bc damn just like castiel forrreeeal

[tarantula-hawk-wasp]

canon gay (but in a homophobic way) characters getting covered in black sludge is a right of passage I guess 

[bloodstainedcanines]

fuck i forgot to reply

[depresssant]

'geto would burn in the fiery sea of hell if it meant only he would be the one thing your heart-stopping eyes could see'

warning!!!! : yandere is a warning in itself 💀, yandere!geto, unrequited love, kidnapping extremely suggestive themes, idk what else 😭

also reposted bc i accidenly deleted the first one 😬

to say that geto suguru was helpless was an understatement.

he was at a lost, and it felt like the entire world was against him. so many conflicting thoughts battled with him day by day, and time came to a stop the second he watched that bullet go through riko's head. that helpless feeling of not being able to save what was dear to you... to be able to not do anything except for watch as something slipped out of his grasp⏤he felt like it was happening all over again.

dark thoughts⏤ones that only you seemed to get rid of⏤dropping him over the edge plagued him like a disease with every twist and turn. these were the dark thoughts that only you washed away with your warm touch and loving smile.

but now?

now you were cold and hostile.

all because of a damn rejection.

geto knew his decade long friendship with you would never be the same after that fateful night you confessed to him. that night⏤just a week and a half after riko's death. he had rejected you. geto was scared. what if you died just like riko? you were a sorcerer with threats that had you walking across the line of life and death. what if you, too, withered from his grasp? 

but he supposed you already did.

bit by bit, you had started to ignore him. you were clearly distancing yourself. you knew he was going through internal struggles, and while you once would've been there right by his side, you weren't this time. you just... stop talking to him, acting like he was the plague, and a single look would kill you.

it killed him.

it killed geto to see you hurting because of him, and it hurt even more that he wasn't able to help. the raven haired man was bitter and angry at the time. he should've understood that you were just trying to give him space after realizing your confession wasn't thrown in at the best time. you were trying to help him in the best way possible while hurting yourself, and he was too fucking stupid to realize it.

geto had stormed into your dorm for an explanation as to why you were ignoring him. the worst fight of his life occurred that very night where you told him you never wanted to see him again. so he had granted you your wish.

thinking back at it, both of you were hurting. riko's death and the following had affected you just as much as it had affected geto, but he was too selfish to realize he wasn't alone. he was too conceited to realize that even when keeping your distance from him, you were still there for him. he was just too proud to reach out.

...

well... that would never happen again.

he furrowed his brows but he said nothing as he watched you struggle against the chains with a look of panic on your beautiful, beautiful, face. geto had plenty of time to reflect on his behavior⏤to sort through his feelings and plan, and now you were finally back in his arms.

with a sigh of relief, said arms pulled you into a suffocating hug. he held you so tightly he felt like his arms would cramp up, but that didn't matter. all he wanted to do was just crawl into your skin, become one with you, so you two would never apart again. he wanted to kiss those pretty lips of yours until his own became bruised and swollen. he wanted to hold you like this for the rest of eternity because the sound of your heartbeat was the best type of music he had ever listened to.

this was wrong, some part in him screamed. holding you captive like this just for himself was immoral and evil, but... all for himself? geto would burn in the fiery sea of hell if it meant only he would be the one thing your heart-stopping eyes could see. those eyes... those eyes pulled him in like a moth to a flame, turning him into a person he never thought he'd become. but perhaps that was one of the million things he loved about you.

"what the fuck do you think you're doing?" you hissed, pressed up against him, and geto felt completed. "you're insane! how the hell do you... do you⏤"

"i love you."

his hands were all over your body frantically, leaving a blazing trail of fire in every place that he caressed, and it was like he was trying to become one with you.

"... geto... what is this? why are you doing this?"

lavender eyes as alluring as a violent ocean rested on yours. "it's a form of acceptance. your confession? darling, i accept your love. i want your love... i need it."

"that was in high school! it was just a silly crush!" your brows furrowed in anger at first, but your expression crumbled. a face that you once adored now looked down at you with stinging eyes, fangs out and all. 

"don't lie to me." geto grabbed a hold of your inner thighs, pushing you down onto the bed and nuzzling into your neck as if he would die if he didn't. you'd be lying if you said that you didn't like it. it was something you had been waiting for, for a very long time.

"we're meant for each other. you just need a little help understanding it."

his hold you was like a snake wrapping around its prey, constricting like a suffocating pillow until said prey finally fell limp. you were the prey and geto was the snake.. and, well...

he was threatening to swallow you whole.

[ada7201]

hi ada! its ver2 anon, i had a request <3 imagine rin being shocked to seeing reader being so foul-mouthed during the game but is usually nice and, like, quiet?? also!! imagine rin spectating a game with reader and her new team and they win it due to reader being able to score 2 goals with 3 assists? and reacting to her being MVP?? he's just mesmerised to her run through the field with such grace and controlling the ball with ease. and also, reader is surprised to see rin out of blue lock bc yk, basically football prison? so she hugs him and asks him?

stop i literally just saw this. im so sorry for not completing it sooner (・Д・) i love this idea and im so disappointed i didn’t see it earlier.

also, ver2 anon, i know who you are :) i forgot to respond to your ask, so i thought i��d say it here ♡ and not in like a “i know who you are.” type of way, if you get what i mean!

foul mouth! pt 2 Itoshi Rin x female reader

Rin was feeling a bit lonely when you left blue lock. yeah, he was happy for you - but he didn’t want you to be away from him.

so, he came up with the perfect solution to fix his loneliness. watching your games!

he will never ever admit it, but he’s a bit excited to see you play again. even if it’s just through a screen.

he shakily pressed the play button on the live-streaming app, eyes widening as the camera was already focused on your figure.

“what the fuck do you think you’re doing, whore?!” your voice loudly boomed, reaching even the bleachers and camera.

Rin couldn’t help but chuckle at your words. it brand back a few memories…

“get away from me, you ugly coward!” you shouted towards another player, running away with the ball at your feet.

Rin was on the other side of the field, watching you with wide eyed and a jaw dropped. you’re a new player on the team, and he certainly didn’t expect for you to be so… vocal during games.

“get your greasy fucking hair out of my face!” you shrieked, voice louder than before.

Rin sighed dreamily, sharp teal eyes gazing down at your smaller form through the screen of his phone. he raised it a little closer to his face, eyes scanning the field for you. damn, he looked away for a second and you’re already off the screen! the lukewarm cameraman can’t even follow you - you’re obviously the best player. you were just about to score a goal!

y/n scores! 1 - 1!

Rin huffed angrily as the camera quickly shipped to your form. he’s slightly annoyed that nobody watching could even see the way you ran across the field so prettily. if he ever sees that cameraman he’s gonna teach the imbecile a lesson.

you were gliding across the field again, spewing insults from your plump lips. if the volume was off, some might even think you were an angel - however, Rin wanted to hear everything you said. he wanted to hear your sweet voice scream at each passing player.

you’re just so cute.

Rin watched as you ran after a teammate, foot slamming down on the ball as you passed to her.

score! player scores! 2 - 1!

you’re so sweet, letting your lukewarm teammate score. you could’ve scored from that distance, but you, as the charitable girl you are, gave them the privilege.

it irked him a little to watch you do that 2 more times, though.

so when you finally had the ball, and your stupid teammates were busy, he was shivering with anticipation as you got ready to score.

but just as you were about to, someone came up from behind you.

Rin could practically feel the malice oozing off of you in waves.

“get away from me, peasant.” your voice was low, eyes shaded with pure ego as you spat each word out at the girl behind you. she stopped in her tracks, watching in fear as your foot slammed roughly onto the ball and you…

y/n scores! 5 - 1! __ team wins!

Rin was surprised when he found himself fist bumping the air, smiling slightly as he watched you celebrate.

oh, of course you’re the mvp. he watched intently as you smiled sweetly, eyes locking with the camera.

it was a little like when you both were at blue lock.

soon, he found himself wandering the streets on his day off of blue lock.

what was he doing exactly? he couldn’t tell you. but part of him was saying that he was looking for something. or, someone, to be exact.

he knows you like this area, because he had heard you talk about the shops many times.

he wasn’t trying to be creepy, or anything!

it would just be nice to see you again… Rin sighs.

“Rin?!” your sweet voice calls out from behind him.

he turned around at the call of his name, only to be met with a girl hugging him. what?

“Rin! it’s me! did you see me game?!” you giggle, pulling away slightly to look the man in the eyes.

“y/n.” he says, eyes widening slightly as a faint blush dusted the tips of his ears, cheeks, and even his nose. it was almost like he was wearing makeup.

“congratulations on winning your match, you did great.” his slim hand reached out to pat your head, a little smile gracing his lips as he felt you lean into his touch.

“thank you, Rin!” you smile. “but how are you out of blue lock? i wasn’t allowed to go out.” you ask, your lower lip sticking out in a pout.

“i got a day out of blue lock.” was all he said, before pulling you into a hug.

“i missed you, y/n.”

“it’s only been a few weeks, Rin!” ( ◠‿◠ )

[f0point5]

Here to say as someone else watching this Halley/Sophia drama, I’m so glad someone else is finally acknowledging how it’s not a big deal for Sophia to be going on a date with a random SINGLE man she vibed with. They weren’t besties. They weren’t close. She didn’t owe Halley loyalty. And everyone screaming about it being a girl code violation. By that logic you can’t date any man you ever seen ever bc what if he knows someone you knows? What if he dated your coworker from 4 jobs ago? What if he’s your cousins best friends sisters ex bf? Obviously you’re breaking girl code!

People are really losing their minds. I think it’s embarrassing she took him back. I think it’s embarrassing this whole thing had to be addressed in the first place (by either of them). This whole situation is EMBARRASSING. I’m embarrassed. Maybe it’s the etiquette classes from my childhood rubbing off but the idea of this whole thing even existing is wild to me

Lmao girl code is so unserious. It’s not real, and actually the theory of it is stupid. What started out as “hey let’s make sure if we see a girl falling down drunk we ask her if she wants a cab instead of just leaving her with a group of men” turned into this militant “you owe anyone with an XX chromosome undying fealty” like bitch NO I don’t know you.

If you need “girl code” to stop people taking your man, your man is trash anyway like why is this some random girl’s responsibility?

Thing is, it’s embarrassing that people put this kind of stuff on the internet. I am biased against Halley because the ick I get from a girl openly sharing to thousands of people how much this man didn’t like her is unquantifiable. It doesn’t make you look good girl, where is your shame? Once she did that I’m like damn you deserve whatever comes because you do not seem to care. And then to take him back??? Honey what? Is he back saying maybe he might love you now? Or are you just a placeholder? And how do you even make that right with yourself? Idk if you’re so adamant that there are sooo many other men out there Sophia could have dated…why don’t you go find one too?

[soyhasmcaamp]

Y'all know that one person that is so blatantly ignorant and seemingly resistant to reasoning and logical arguments that you just want to hit them in the head with a brik and scream at them that they're a stupid fucking ignorant asshole? Like, you try to argue with them and tell them why what they're doing/saying is wrong and they just answer with "alright and?" "Skill issue" "womp womp" "idc" no. Shut the fuck up. You do not have the basic human right to an opinion or to even speak with anyone. To quote Sam o'nella here: "I just wanna mash [their] head into a running waffle maker like heh, isn't that IRONIC?! Push [them] out of a seven four seven, 'hey why didn't you shoot yourself when you had the chance? GET IT-" because I think it fits how I feel about that certain person.

THEY want my bf, who didn't do anything wrong btw, to stop "stalking" their current girlfriends aka watching her stories, even though SHE did that EXACT SAME THING! But ofc when their gf does it it's fine bc me and my bf are the antagonists here.

Btw since I don't like posting two posts right after one another, I don't understand why people are so against bra straps showing. "Uh, your bra is showing." Ok and? It's hot. The shirt doesn't even have to be like falling off the shoulder or anything, just the strap is farther up the shoulder than the shirt. I swear I see a woman with her bra strap showing and I start acting like a damn dog, respectfully ofc bc we respect people in this house, but OH MY GAHD- I be falling over, be having that comical anime nose bleed and heart eyes. I love women.

Edit: I only just now realized I didn't finish spelling heart ups :^

[inkedmyths]

S1: E22 "Devil's Trap"

Brought to you by hey so each and every one of you who made me watch this. You all suck. This is the worst. I hate it here. What sort of BULLSHIT was that—

This episode featuring: Odd interrogation techniques, family dynamics, bodysnatching, and one deeply upset Ink

Banging opening music

I will not fall doooown... when push comes to shove I will rise above... jammin

Here we fuckin go the boys are off to save or avenge their dad

[ Kayla asks if one of the opening montages has used Carry On My Wayward Son. I said no, because I would definitely remember that. ]

Where are we

What the dog doin

Holy water and whiskey. Mood.

Oh this be Bobby

[ Kayla and Crepe cheer. They love Bobby. ]

SCREAMS. JOHN JUST HAS THAT AFFECT ON PEOPLE (referring to when he threatened to shoot John) oh I like him already

Satanic Roach Hotel

Ohh. Bad year. Most years 4 possessions, but this one had at least 27...... well thats rough

UH OH

MEG

DEAN

Fuck off Meg

"Chuckleheads" GREAT word use Meg

GOTTEM

Okaaaay interrogation time

"Where's our father, Meg"

"You didn’t ask very nice"

"Where's our father, bitch"

Goddammit whys he so funny

Oh shes posessed

I dunno about innocent

Oh good news bc it means they can yeet the demon, yea?

"Hit it Sam" (begins praying)

[ Winchesters latest hit single in Christian Rap sweeps midwestern protestant congregations as a big hit! ]

Dean buddyyyy

Uh getting spookyyyyy

This is wild. Interrogation via exorcism

What the fuck are u gonna do here like what do u do

Shes dead but not but whats up

UHHHH WELL THATS FUCKING. SOMETHING

Hello ma'am

That sucks ass. Being exorcised certainly doesn't seem fun, esp when you got dropped from a building

A year............ bro.......

Poor gal...

As I went down to the river....

Oh she gone.............

:(

:((

STOP ZOOMING IN ON HER DEAD FACE

"You guys think you invented lying to the cops?" lmao thanks bobby

"I won't even try to shoot him this time"

[ Crepe asks Kayla if Meg is the woman Bobby has buried in his garden or if that's someone else. Concerning. ]

SCREAMS hes making the car safe and Dean is like MY CAR

Dean just wants his family to stop being self sacrificing. Hypocrite

Sunrise Apartments!

Building full of human shields... thats a problem

Pull the fire alarm lol

Oh those people are SO posessed

Yep there he is, tied u— hm. I don't. Like that actually

"I've got a Yorkie upstairs, and he pees when he's nervous—" Dean for funniest liar

THEY STOLE THE FIREFIGHTERS FITS

Demon? Demön?

Holy water!!

Hes still breathing hes not dead yet

But he might be posessed

Oh just had to check

Uh oh someone else just got posessed

And another....

Aha... the colt

[ Kayla: Uhhh I'm here for the colt stuff - the Winchesters]

2 bullets left!

Alright. Now what

Fambily

Dean can and will kill for his family huh

Uh oh zappy lights

The demon's here!

Uh oh

Something is wrong

OH

OH SHIT

Sam going AAA

AUGH WHATS HAPPENING

I DONT KNOW

WHAT IS THISSSSS

Bullshit bullshit

Me: DEAN WAS RIGHT

Kayla: and why was he right :)

Me: Bc he would have been pissed :(

Kayla: and never proud :)

Kayla: (therapy voice) and how did that make you feel

Me: I hate it here

Kayla: elaborate on that

Me: I haaaate it here

Kayla: mhm mhm (writing stuff down)

"What are you and God going to do?" dammmn

Justice for WHAT

Oh so a demon cares about its family

Good for him but also you were already trying to kill them before??

Yeah? Why?

What's your angle here

Huhhhhh. What the fuck do you want with Sam

"I really can't stand all your monologuing"

Oooough hitting him where it hurts damn

OOOH DAMN DEAN THROWING SHADE BACK

How are u guys goimg to get out of this

Oh shit oh SHIT

AAAAAAAAA

OH THE LEG!! SMART!!!!!!

Oh fuck man

Bro it fucking leaving

Well this is an Awkward Family Ride

Kayla: awkward family ride abt to

TRUCK

What the fuck what the fuck

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS

BRO WHAT

THATS IT FOR SEASON 1??

BULLSHIT

---

My so-called friends then proceeded to point, laugh, and heckle me for the next 10 minutes. This is bullshit I hope you know. Stupid goddamn cliffhangers stupid Winchesters and their STUPID FAMILY NONSENSE—

[bibatbrat]

TMA Season 4

I did take a hiatus for several months three episodes before the finale for unknown (depressed) reasons 🥲 But nonetheless, I stay silly

Oliver Banks relatable as hell for stealing a dead man’s identity to sneak aboard a scientific research vessel so that he can get some damn sleep

But also him laying out for John what’s happening and why and the choice he needs to make… and then John starting to breathe again…. God

Tim being the first one John asks about when he wakes up. Screaming and crying and throwing up.

And Basira immediately adding Daisy 🥲

He’s The Archivist now huh

I love Melanie so much, queen of having emotions that no one else will fucking acknowledge

Chelicerae and the story-spinner are so good, I’m 100% stealing them for DnD or something

John saying he wishes he could talk to his team and then acknowledging that he’s nostalgic for something that never really happened 🥺

Simon Fairchild is so funny, man just loves being spooky dooky

Civilian Casualties is very good. I don’t normally care that much for the Slaughter statements, but this one was tasty

Performing non-consensual surgery on your unconscious co-worker = hostile work environment?

Martin talking to the tape recorder is so fucking cute

Man, that coffin just fucking loves eating cops huh

John using his powers to track Martin down for a convo…. Gay as hell

Martin telling John that he won’t let him die again…. Gay as hell

The whole concept of “bias of survivorship” is so interesting… I know that John doesn’t want to access that knowledge, but I do

Personally think that the Flesh ritual should have been called “the Munchies” but that’s just me

Helen trapping Jared in a rat maze labyrinth is so funny, I love her

Self-harm in the name of seeking knowledge… yes 😌

Jared’s so funny for being an Avatar and nope-ing out of his Fear’s ritual. He simply did not feel like it.

ngl seems a little disingenuous to leave behind an explanation/apology to your friends for the stupid thing you’re about to do w the rib that you got yanked out of you for some spilled tea (a stupid thing to do)

*uses my evil magic powers to give my friend therapy*

Seriously though, Daisy and John have a… rocky relationship, but it was very nice for them to get some Comfort together in the midst of the Hurt

The Everchase is so good. They got the zoomies

T H E E X T I N C T I O N

Shoutout to the Web and the End for being the baddest bitches around

I do love the “protag works for the bad guys bc they’ve traded their service for the safety of the people they care about” trope

Martin putting a bunch of tapes on the coffin to help John find his way back 🥺

Very funny that the Dark’s ritual was like “what if we had a sun….. of DARKNESS 😈😈😈”

John being disappointed that he can’t watch the cursed Web horror movies… same, bestie

Gertrude saying that she cares for Gerard and doesn’t want to risk losing him stopping the Unknowing… makes me 🥺 but also lowkey makes everything so much worse

Elias telling Martin that his decision about joining the Lonely is “too important to interfere with” is so funny

Smirke’s statement is so interesting… it’s wild that someone who was so instrumental in the academia of the Fears would have a change of heart so close to the end. It’s also wild that he continues to trust Jonah despite it all. At least he got the quick death he prayed for.

The Desolation’s beef with Gertrude after Agnes is so tasty

And the way they create Agnes is so wonderfully fucked up and terrible

Agnes being destroyed by DOUBT. AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

SHE MADE THEM HANG HERRRRRRR

John getting hurt when he tries to use his powers to Know what Peter’s plans are is very good

Can’t believe Mikaele Salesa fell for the old “one last job” trap 😔 we hate to see it

Gertrude intimidating Arthur Nolan…. What a fucking girlboss

V much like Arthur’s notion that the entities understand people as little as people understand them

And him talking about how he thinks they fucked up raising Agnes bc they treated her as their messiah and not as a child 🥺

Annabelle 💜

Basira beating the shit out of Elias is very funny

Cul-de-sac is so fucking good

Daisy saving John from Julia and Trevor… Hunter v Hunter shit is AWESOME

Eric’s statement makes me crazy… I love all of the old Institute drama and it’s so fucked up to hear him being so intensely focused on keeping Gerry safe when we know in the present-day that he’s dead

John going to Martin to suggest that they both blind themselves and run away together… Gay

Cost of Living is also fucking bonkers

Melanie ☹️

Peter thinking that it’s funny to jump out and scare Martin is so fucking funny

Adelard concrete-ing an avatar to death(-ish) is badass as hell

But also very funny to imagine him doused in gasoline and about to light the match when he’s like “oh shit!!!” and runs off to write the email real quick lol

Georgie and Melanie… love wins

I love it when John tries to compel another avatar and they get into a stand-off. I think he loses to Helen because he’s acting out of the very human emotions of fear and love. To do it properly, I bet he needs to lose more of his humanity

Peter mentioning Tim and Martin shutting him down… my heart…

Jolias…..

Gertrude challenging Elias to shut the fuck up or actually kill her and him shooting her in the heart before she even finishes the threat is so camp, I love him

Daisy letting the Hunt overtake her so that she can fight Julia and Trevor AGHHHHHHHH

Elias and Peter do have incredibly divorced energies and I love them for it

Peter taunting John in the Lonely while he desperately looks for Martin

Oh god and him coming out with the “you won’t be able to hurt anyone if you stay in here ☺️”

It kills me how readily Peter gives up his statement. Yeah he resists and yeah he’s compelled, but once John gets him started it all comes tumbling out so easily… something something ironic how an avatar of the Lonely jumps so quickly at the chance of being heard and understood, the most human connection of all

Absolutely fascinated by the Lukas family dynamics… need some more statements from those bitches

Gertrude fucking stops his ritual by cancelling him, I’m….

The parallels between John compelling Martin to see him in the Lonely to follow him out versus John compelling Tim to see the truth behind the Unknowing to stop it (by killing himself)

OH IT’S THE FUCKING MEME HERE WE GOOOOO

I love Elias so much, what a fucking bitch

What a fantastic villainous monologue 💜

Oh they are so fucking fucked

[londonspirit]

Incoherent GO Rambles for prosperity

It's been two weeks and three days since Good Omens 2 dropped, and I'm still not over it.

CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR GOOD OMENS S2!!

For not even having WANTED the show, back when they announced it, I haven't been this in love with anything since S1!

I mean, I love the book and I was all for it when they said they're going to make a show out of it. (Do NOT get me started on the awesomeness of the cast; those who had been around, KNOW - the rest doesn't need to know the extents of my unhingedness back then!!!) I mean, I have a GO banner in my kitchen, for crying out loud!

Anyhow, when they announced a second season, I was more or less meh! Yes, I didn't really want it, it felt like overstaying its welcome and making the best of something that was too damn epic to be replicated again!!! (Which is still true for many sequels these days - some things just do NOT need a continuation! Some things just are allowed to END permanently!!!)

Boy, was I wrong!!! On second thought, I should've known. Neil (and Rob) know what they're doing. If anyone could make a second season of something that only existed in Neil's and Terry's heads, it was them.

Of course I was happy to get DT and MS back - they're just fucking epic together! Of course I followed the filming of it - it's DT, I always do (casually). But I didn't really care as much for it as I did for S1. I did see the promos and everything, I watched the trailer but my heart wasn't really in it.

But of course I watched it when it dropped (I'm not nothing but loyal to something I love(d), and I will always give it the benefit of a doubt). Well, I watched the first episode at work (calm day, and boss doesn't really care much anymore) and then the second one and since a dear friend had a head-start on me, she made sure I watched the 3rd one as well - I have never ever laughed this much about a stupid zoom-out onto a CAR in fucking EVER!!!!

I mean, that was one of the few reasons I was actually excited about it - John freaking Finnemore - I've been watching and listening to him for over a decade now (Thanks BC) so I KNEW it would be good on the writing front (Yes, I know, Neil's also very good at it, I never questioned the writing or anything!! I love him dearly; just didn't feel we needed more, that's all!)

Anyhow, I had to stop watching and could only finish after work on Saturday. I'm still utterly amazed that I wasn't spoilered on it - and GOOD LORD, am I glad for that!!!! Even The Leak didn't make it on any of my sm's - well, it did but I had that much self control to NOT click any links... which I will never not be grateful for!!!!!

Because it surprised me, shocked me, blew my fucking mind!!!!! In the best possible way, mind you!!!

I've NEVER really seen those two as lovers.

There, I said it. For me they had been best friends, platonic soulmates, whatever you wanna call two beings who hung around each other for over 6000 years and still wanna be around one another.

Of course I saw it all before: the art, the fics, the meta's and hey, good on you. Just wasn't how I saw it but hey, that's totally fine.

So The Kiss really caught me off guard. Like, staring at my screen with my mouth open and my heart pounding kind off guard.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I couldn't believe Neil went and did that. It was just too damn good to be true!!! (I mean, I've watched OFMD, I KNOW it's possible to do that but its soooo fucking rare these days, it's always better to expect disappointment than something some people have been waiting and wanting for over 30 years!!!!)

The rewind button got a workout, I was soo glad I wasn't at work watching that, so I could freak out properly, and I will be forever grateful that I had my friend who had watched it so I could scream and wail at her all I wanted and she was there for me, holding me virtually, screaming with me and just in general keeping me from losing my mind entirely.

It took me a while to wrap my head around it (still trying to catch up with all of Neil's asks (as I had been ignoring a lot beforehand as I didn't want to be spoilered too much)) and Im still sooo very much in love with it.

Yes, I am. It's maybe not the show I wanted but BY GOD, it's the show I needed. I loved S1, and I fucking ADORE S2 just as much. The whole damn thing is just perfect (as I should've known with Neil!) and I swear, Amazon better be renewing it, unless they want to deal with an angry mob of GO fans descending on their headquarters...

I ignore all the bigots and homophobes and in general people complaining about it because they're just wrong. If they still don't get it, yeah well... they never will.

I love how my very own perception of these two has shifted now. I mean, I knew they loved each other, just never really in THAT way (still understood why and how others may saw that differently, that's the beauty of fandom!). I still don't see it very sexual (right now at least), more like the kind of deep and endless love that comes after having spend sooo much time together, having avoided Armageddon and scheming against their bosses. It comes with trust and a feeling of 'he knows me better than I know myself'. It's a love humans probably never will have, and it's so fucking beautiful I wanna weep!!!

It made me write my first GO fic (after having tried and failed back in the days), and I hope there will be more because I am fucking inspired right now!!!

It made me fall back in love with DT which I never say no to *hehe* I mean, he's always been there for the past decade or so, at the back of my fandom life, popping up every now and then when there's new things he's done but boy, did he stoke that simmering flame into a roaring fire with his beautifully nuanced and incredibly heartbreaking Crowley! It does help that he ages like the finest wine and has never looked better! (although im still sad that demons apparently don't have freckles... god, I love those freckles so much!)

I'm still a little taken aback at the INTENSITY of my own feelings for this season! Right now, there's nothing more pressing than having the confirmation for a third season and then getting that on its way. (Its DOES help to know that Neil would be writing a novel in the VERY UNLIKELY case of S3 NOT happening!) But hey, that's take time, so I'll do the one thing I am really really good at - waiting. Trusting that the strike will resolved in favour of the artists, knowing that as soon as that happens, Neil will get on it. Hoping DT and MS still wanna do a third act with those two idiots, and knowing I will be a lot more invested in everything again going forward!!!

Until then, I will be rewatching it over and over, look at all the beautiful art and read all the wonderful fics, maybe write some more myself and just revel in the unapologetic love Neil (and the fandom) has for these two (That man's a fucking SAINT - I've never seen anyone have this much patience with our fandom, yet he's not afraid to call people out on their assholery if needed and I will love him deeply and wholly for the rest of my life!)

So yeah, basically just wanna say how very much I love Good Omens S1 AND S2!!! And that I was wrong!

NEVER doubt Neil Gaiman!

[rubyss]

i cant even find any gifsets worth reblogging about this movie and all the decent ones include the part i hated the absolute most. my notes i wroted as i watched below the cutttttt

ok city of the living dead. watching it on the tv so sadly i have to see ads this time

oh so this is from flat 1980? which means itll be more like a 70s movie

digging this intro music. simple but niceys

THE PRIESTTTTTT

is this some hp lovecraft shit ?

tubi runs like shit on a tv

this woman looks like the twink from fear and hunger

oh the priest is being hanged i thought he was flying

wow not even 3 minutes in and we have a zombie and a title drop

oh the twink girl died

cant place what accent this guy has

he sounds dubbed in? this is a special edition so maybe he is

why is the detective staring at this womans lack of eyelids so much

oh this is an italian movie. maybe it is dubbed?

okay looking it up the movie does hold some inspiration from lovecraft. yay i was right but boo lovecraft

FUCKING BLOWUP SEX DOLL IN THE ABANDONED SCARY HOUSE?????? AND YOURE GONNA FUCK IT???????????

jesus thats a lot of gore. oh my god.

theres a lot of closeups on peoples eyes in this movie. is that a director thing or a date thing

i aint never had a beer that made me see ghouls or demons

they dont make doors with little diamond windows in em anymore. why not.

ohhh cuted kitty. wait why are we talking about incest.

i dont think ive seen a woman that isnt blonde yet. i see enough of those at work

why are you interrupting this womans therapy session to complain about your personal problems.

i dont know if a kitten could claw you that badly

TALKING ABOUT PORN AND EATING LUNCH OVER AN OPEN COFFIN?

they put a mirror in the coffin? interesting

im all for fuck work but damn just leaving someone half buried? rough

oh fuckkkkkk shes alive. well they kept showing her so i figured

this dude is stupid as fuck. hears banging and screaming from the casket behind me well whatever. bye.

i dont know if your fingers would start bleeding this quickly

she is wasting ALL of her air

oh is he going to dome her with the pickaxe

you KNOW SOMEONE IS IN HERE. BE A LITTLE MORE CAREFUL??????

oh its the sex doll guy. i forgot about him.

okay this isnt even a zombie thing this guy is just nasty. youre not even rotting dude you found those worms and gore somewhere else.

writes BOB in all caps and circles it in the middle of a graph i was already writing on

women will not be interested in sex and their boyfriends will say what the devil is wrong ????

cars love to not start its their favorite thing

GETS SO SCARED I CRY BLOOD

okay this might be like a demonic thing not a scared thing. EW WHAT IS THAT

oh they were REALLY obsessed with gore in these movies huh. christ this is a bit over much

stopped paying attention for a minute bc that was nasty. why did they name that kid john-john

aw god dammit is it gonna happen again. ok thank god. well we arent outta the woods yet but still

well THIS girl doesnt get a coffin mirror. so wtf.

is this kid gonna get got. john-john look out!!!!

okay no he just got scared. i also cant tell what accent he has.

this guys beard and hair look like theyre made of plastic

oh shit sex doll guy is still alive? i get surprised every time

CASUAL MISOGYNY LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

aw fuck grandma died

im tryin to have a drink can we not have anyone else spill their guts PLEASE

they NEED to make the woman seem like a hysterical freak who needs A Man to lean on. brother theres a living corpse in here.

my EVIL zombies that make my WINDOW EXPLODE and my WALLS BLEED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

they built the cursed town on the…. ruins? of salem? so i guess in this world salem was destroyed

a new woman who ISNT blonde! and sex doll guy is here too!

she put a blunt in her pants?

is this dude gonna drill a guy to death just for being in his garage. what a freak. NEVER go to massachussetts

i think you go to jail for doing this even to an intruder. you dont get to impale someone's head on a drill even if they were in your car

know theres other arlingtons around the country but im taking this one as a TEXAS MENTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i look away for ONE SECOND and theyre being pelted by. maggots ?

fuckkkkkk john-john look outttttttttt theres GHOULS

this is definitely the most interesting zombie theyve shown thus far. sorry about the third traumatic event in a row john-john

okay the music cut off was kinda funny

im getting bored i want hummus and crackers………………

ahhhhh we missed the TIME CONSTRAINTS and now the DEMONS APPEAR

fucked up how these things can kill you just by looking at you too long. they keep saying the people die from fright but fright doesnt do this shit to you.

everyone in this fuckin movie dies before their 50s

the wetted rat appears

this woman is so scared of fucking rats. people are dying in the streets.

people in this movie die and become half rotten INSTANTLY

oh the girl twink is dying again. this is like the third time this has happened for her. whatever.

nice stained glass tomb brother

theres not much dialogue in this end sequence. i think this entire movie could have had no dialogue and not suffered for it

STOP FUCKING CRYING BLOOD I SWEAR TO GOD

STABBED HIM THROUGH THE DICK WITH A CRUCIFIX???

cock destruction has eradicated ALL zombies. cbt is the anser

2nite we watching city of the living dead and this is already more interesting than slaughter high

[kirieshhhka003]

begs you for kakyoin smut with hierophant green 😫

A/n: I’m kinda worried bc I’m sure I’ve seen a plot line very familiar to the one in this writing on some other writing blog, but unfortunately I can’t find it to ask a writer if that’s okay to use it. But anyways, I hope if they see that they’ll forgive me🙏🏻. I’m in LOVE with the idea of Kak being a nasty lil perv, so here I am

Pairing: Kakyoin Noriaki x fem! Reader x Hierophant Green

Warnings: NSFW, inappropriate use of stand, tentacle sex, public sex, school sex, overstimulation, language

Another deep sigh, full of despondency and utter boredom, leaves your lungs. You’re already tired from drawing ridiculous and meaningless doodles in your copybook and now you just sit there and stare at the space in front of you. God, it’s been barely ten minutes since math lesson had started and you’re already feeling bored as hell! You fidget in your seat, feeling your butt sore slightly because of the hardness of the flat wooden stool - why the fuck all school furniture is always so damn uncomfortable?!

You look around, watching curiously how your classmates write something hastily down in their copybooks from the blackboard. At this point it looks like you’re the only one who has nothing to do. Even Jotaro, school’s number one diligent who’s never showed any interest in school, scribbles something enthusiastically in his notebook

Your eyes roll back in annoyance (you don’t know what irritates you - your boredom or the fact that you don’t even try to listen to your teacher) and you start bouncing your leg back and forth, accidentally hitting your classmate’s stool in front of you, whispering an apology and smiling guiltily when they look at you angrily over their shoulder

You crash on the back of your stool, closing your eyes and sighing again. 33 more minutes! You stay like this for some time, mind pondering of something great and unfathomable and teacher’s humdrum voice seems to only deepen your trance. You jump in your seat, by some miracle holding back a scream, when you feel something wrapping around your ankle. You look down and notice an extremely familiar green shiny ribbon gently seizing up around your leg

- The fuck, Noriaki? - you hiss quietly, glancing at your classmate who sits right behind you

- What? - red-haired replies, like if he has no idea what you’re talking about

- You scared me! What happened? Do you need something? - you ask, trying not to be too obvious or loud so teacher won’t kick you out of the classroom. Kakyoin shrugs his shoulders faintly, not tearing his eyes off his notebook. You feel goosebumps rising on your skin as you feel Hierophant Green slowly sliding up your shin and you must admit - that kinda feels good

- You look bored so I thought that Hierophant can help you a little. He wants to play with you, - Kakyoin utters quietly, he’s still concentrated on teacher’s explanations (at least he looks so), his lavender eyes run up to the blackboard with numerous formulas and then back to his neat abstract

You look few more second on boy’s handsome features and then shrug in a sign “do whatever you want”. You turn your head back to the teacher and your eyes literally glue to his colorful tie you didn’t notice earlier. How can someone wear such a ridiculously stupid thing to work?

You feel another Hierophant’s “tentacle” wrapping around your free ankle, while the first one slides further, making its way up to your body. You sit still, not intending on doing anything, curious what stand’s next actions will be. Your eyes follow shiny green ribbon that is now reaching you knee and doesn’t seem to stop there for long. And yes, you were right - it keeps on moving closer to you. The tentacle slides to the middle of your thigh, passing the elastic of your school stockings, and now when it’s pressed against your bare skin you can feel how smooth it feels

Wait, where is it going? Your eyebrows furrow in confusion at the sight of Hierophant’s tentacle sliding under the hem of your skirt, sharp tip grazing the elastic of your underwear. You’re about to turn around and ask Kakyoin what the hell is going on when you feel another green ribbon wrapping around your lower body and tying you to the back of your stool. Next moment your ankles are firmly tied to the legs of that same stool. Your whole body tensed up and you’re about to summon your own stand, but Noriaki’s soft whisper stops you from doing so:

- Hey, what’s that? Don’t pretend you don’t like it. I know what a filthy little slut you are. Can bet you’re already all wet down there. Hm, am I wrong? - boy asks mockingly and the next moment you feel Hierophant’s ribbon sliding across your clothed sex, implying just a little more pressure on the area where your clit is. You flinch, nibbling down on your lower lip. - Of course I am not. So stop putting on the show and make sure to be as quiet as possible

You can’t see it, but by the playful tune in red-haired’s voice you can bet this bastard is smiling. You fidget slightly, feeing pleasant pressure in those places where Hierophant is wrapped around you. You feel your cheeks and tips of ears practically burning; holy fuck, it’s so humiliating to admit that, but you got so fucking turned on by this whole situation. You’re a teenager, hormones think instead of your brain, and light caresses of stand’s tentacles really made you going. But you are in the middle of the classroom, where all the classmates can’t see, but can hear you

You swallow heavily, splaying your trembling knees wider, giving ‘Noriaki’ more space for manipulations. You hear him scoff smugly, and you feel your cheeks getting even hotter. Hierophant’s tentacle that was previously playing with the elastic of your panties now slides under the soft fabric of your bottoms, parting your folds in a one slow move, spreading your slick all over them. You take a deep breath in, then exhaling slowly, trying your best to keep your expression calm so that teacher doesn’t suspect anything

Your fists clench as that tentacle goes down your slit, pointy tip plays with your entrance, softly pressing on it but not enough to penetrate inside. You roll your eyes back into your head as you feel another ribbon getting under your underwear, playing with your swollen clit, tightly rubbing against it. The impact makes you drip even more, you arch your back slightly, humming contentedly when the first tentacle finally slips inside of your drooling pussy, carefully massaging your inner walls

Shudder runs through your body as you feel a cool tendril getting under your shirt on the back and teasingly slowly going up to your chest, getting under your bra and swirling around your erected nipple, squeezing and tugging on the sensitive dark bead. You bite the inner side of your cheek, trying to remain quiet, but you can’t help a small whimper escaping your lips

- Be quiet. You don’t wanna Jotaro to see what we are doing here, right? - you hear Kakyoin whispering behind you. Your eyes widen and you freeze for a few seconds. How could you forget? Yes, your classmates don’t have stands so they can’t see what you two are doing, but Kujo? God, it would be such a shame if he catches the two of you like that, doing filthy things like that in the middle of a classroom full of people!

You glance at Jotaro sitting in the back of the classroom, his eyes are still glued to his notebook as he keeps on writing something. You’re starting to get curious - what the hell is he doing there? But all your thoughts are quickly washed away as you feel Hierophant pushing further into you, penetrating so deep that the tip of its tentacle mushes against your cervix

Your thighs start trembling and all your senses go wild; you get stimulated so well, every sweet spot of your body isn’t left without attention - your pussy is stuffed full with Kakyoin’s stand as its numerous tentacles play with your clit and nipples. You unconsciously open your knees even wider, faintly rolling your hips forward, trying to impale yourself on Hierophant even more

You feel your heart racing in your chest as if it tries to break through your ribs. Sudden thought crosses your mind - Noriaki surely feels everything. But his stand is disassembled into small ribbons now, where exactly does boy has you? If it’s his stand’s cock inside of you, does that mean that you’re having sex right now? That little nasty pervert must be enjoying himself then

You turn your head to the side as much as your current position allows and gaze over your shoulder - light pink dusts Noriaki’s face, his breathing is heavy and you notice a small shiny bead of sweat running down his temple. Yes, that’s definitely his dick inside of you. Your eyes meet and corners of his mouth rise in a mischievous leer, red-haired winks at you and you clench your teeth at that - that fucker doesn’t even try to hide that he pokes fun at you

You decide to pay him back and promptly clench your pussy around Hierophant’s tentacle inside of you, and you don’t miss the way Kakyoin gulps behind you. Happy with yourself you relax in stand’s firm shackles, letting it please your needy dripping cunny

Hierophant’s tentacle starts moving inside, the mutable pace drives you crazy. Now he barely moves, lazily dragging green ribbon in and out of your hot clutch, and the next moment he’s fucking into you on the speed that is almost inhuman, mercilessly pounding your pussy. You can barely hold back all loud moans and cries of pleasure, your eyes start to water as Hierophant hits your g-spot with every new thrust

Stars fill your vision, Kakyoin’s stand caresses your body so fucking good - slim green ribbons ably play with your nipples, tugging on them to the point of overstimulation. You squeal quietly as Hierophant flickers the tip of its tentacle over your erected clit, what together with all deep thrusts sends you right into heaven

Noriaki sees that you’re close to your release, and his inner devil says to tease you a little, to bring you right to the edge and then take everything away, turning you into a brainless little whore that’d beg to fuck her right in front of all class. The image of it makes Kakyoin’s dick twitch painfully in his pants. Unfortunately, there are 6 minutes left before the lesson ends and he definitely doesn’t like the idea of walking around with a boner, so Y/n may consider herself lucky

Red-haired fastens the pace on which his stand fucks you, the feeling of your velvety walls clamping on his dick makes Noriaki roll his eyes in pleasure. Boy buries his face in his palms, exhaling sharply, as he chases his own high inside of your slicked pussy. Fuck, you feel so incredibly good

Hierophant’s thrust become sloppier and harsher as he fucks vigorously into your pliant pussy. You bite on your lip eagerly, trying your best to muffle and silent every smallest sound that tries coming from your chest. Your orgasm finally ruptures, pure ecstasy runs through your veins, filling every smallest cell of your body with pleasure. Your high crashes over you like a tsunami, washing away every thought and worry you had

Noriaki follows immediately after you, his hips lurch as he spurts heavy loads of his pearly cum right into his underwear. His orgasm rips through his body like and electric shock; pleasure your sweet pussy brings him is so intense that it blurs boy’s vision for a few second

You feel Hierophant loosening its grip on you, soon fully disappearing. You just crash on top your desk, panting heavily, face is flushed and covered with thin coat of shiny sweat, a few strings of hair cling to your cheek. You hear Kakyoin clearing his throat and the next moment school bell tolls, shrill sound cuts through the space, bringing slight headache

You wrinkle your nose in displease, your eyelids feel so incredibly heavy, it feels like you’re going to pass out this exact moment. You feel a big warm palm laying on your back, caressing it slightly. Young man’s voice that comes from right next to you claims:

- Teacher, Y/n doesn’t feel so good, I think I should accompany her to her house, - oh, this cunning bastard. You open one eye, looking up at your friend(?) standing just in a few centimeters away from you. Red-haired looks down at you, smiling so sweetly, as you hear your teacher saying:

- Oh, it’d be so nice of you! I saw how red Y/n’s face was, I think she has a fever. Make sure you both get home safe, I rely on you!

- Yes, sure thing! - Noriaki replies and then his lavender eyes go back to you. His hand comes up from your back to your head, patting it tenderly. - I’ll help you pack your stuff

Well, your pussy’s definitely getting wrecked today

Masterlist | Smut Masterlist

[crybabyddl]

Looking Sharp

Keith Kogane x Fem!Reader

Part 1

Warning: knifeplay, slight dirty talk, swearing, & teasing.

Author’s Note: y’all, we’re finally here. i’m finally indulging in my keith obsession instead of using my series as a coping mechanism for being thirsty as fuck for keith smut. i’m gonna try my best to not hold anything back and just fucking go for it bc hot damn the ideas in my head… they’re something alright.🥵 Happy Keithtober and Kinktober! PART 2 IS OUT NOW!

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“Okay, are you ready?” Keith asks, voice low. He sounds almost unsure, but he just wants to make sure everything’s alright.

You nodded.

“A hundred percent,” you replied as you walked over to the other side of the training deck. “And don’t hold back this time.”

Keith couldn’t stand still, his body fidgeting with anticipation. He was already on high alert, awaiting your attack. His grip on the red bayard tightened, loosened, and tightened again, helping steady his nerves.

You got a running start, swinging your nunchucks on one side before crossing your arm over your body, hoping to create a visual distraction with the mesmerizing movements.

As you finally got close enough to Keith, you jumped into a spinning kick, swinging your weapon under your leg. You effectively knocked the sword out of his hand with the other half of your baton, watching it change back into the handled bayard.

“Nice work. Now, show me how you’d take me down.” he instructed, planting his feet firmly in his current stance. You nodded, running up to Keith.

Before your bodies could collide, you crouched down and stuck your leg out. Keith anticipated this and jumped over your shin. You did a back handspring in order to create distance and get back on your feet, quickly running to grab Keith’s bayard off the floor so he couldn’t get it back.

“Damn, I was really hoping it was gonna turn into something!” You pouted, the red bayard remaining in its neutral state.

“I mean it is my bayard.” Keith retorted, shifting his weight to one side. He tapped his foot impatiently.

“I know, but it still would’ve been cool. Imagine I was like, the lost paladin or something? That’d be fucking awesome!” You exclaimed, throwing your arms in the air, your nunchucks’ center of gravity changing location. This caused you to lose your grip on the dangerous weapon, sending it flying into the wall behind you.

“Shit.”

“Oh fuck! I’m dead, oh my god, I’m toast. Don’t you dare tell Shiro!” You pointed at the red paladin, narrowing your gaze.

“I wasn’t going to,” Keith held his hands up in defense as you both inspected the damage. “But now I might, just for fun.” He had a devilish look on his face just before he took off in a dead sprint towards the exit.

“Keith! I swear to god I’ll kick your ass! Get back here you stupid– AHH!” You screamed as you ran after him, feeling the adrenaline coursing through your veins. You’d managed to catch up with him and in a last ditch effort to stop him, you leapt forward, tackling him to the ground.

“I was joking, Y/N! Now get off me!”

“I don’t believe you! You were totally about to go tell on me. Jeez, you really act like a first grader sometimes!” You rolled your eyes, pinning Keith’s hands behind his back, keeping your knees on either side of his body.

“You’re one to talk! You’re so immature for your age, almost more than Lance—which, may I remind you, is no easy feat.” He turns his head to look at you and you watch his dark blue eyes flit around.

Keith has to mentally talk himself down when he’s met with the image of you straddling his frame, a stern, almost mean look painted on your usually graceful features. It made him feel a bit intimidated, it brought heat to his cheeks, even as his face was pressed against the cool flooring tile.

“If I’m so childish, how am I winning against you right now?” You countered, hoping Keith would get riled up and fight back so you could keep practicing.

“Because you tackled me like a weirdo!” Keith bit back, flipping the two of you over. Now you were the one on the ground, but you were facing the red paladin as he sat on your lower abdomen.

Keith quickly swung his leg over you, departing from his role in the compromising position. He holds his hand out to you, and you take it, rising to your feet and dusting yourself off.

“Now, I think you need to improve on your stealth tactics. You lack subtlety.”

“Clearly, so do you. Gee, Keith, way to soften the blow.” You rolled your eyes and walked back over to the wall, trying to think of ways you could fix or at the very least, cover up the indent you’d made.

“Thanks?” Keith failed to detect your sarcasm, something that happened more often than one might think.

It was weird; Keith was as smart as they come. Quick on his feet, sharp-minded, and determined, the red paladin was never one to back down or take shit from someone who was clearly beneath him in terms of skill and/or intellect. It didn’t make much sense that his detection of social cues was slightly askew. You suppose that it made the hot-headed loner somewhat endearing, but it was a trait of his you’ve always had a hard time adjusting to.

“Wh– nevermind. Got any ideas on how to fix this?” You point to your latest interior design venture, wishing you could snap your fingers and have the plaster-adjacent barrier restored. “Preferably ones that don’t include telling Shiro, Allura, or Coran.” You were sure to add.

“I’ve got nothing. All I can think is blaming it on Lance, but knowing him, he’s probably making himself a rock-solid alibi.” Keith hummed upon drawing his own conclusion; he knew you were screwed.

You knew Keith was right. Lance was definitely carrying out the first of five steps in his midday skincare regimen—facial steaming.

“This is like, the fifth time in the span of,” you paused, counting on your fingers as you recalled your most recent assaults on Altean architecture. “Three months, that something like this has happened. I’m worried that this was the final straw and the castle’s gonna start banging me.”

Keith’s head snaps up and his eyes are on you like a target. You just barely caught his actions, but you did in fact catch them. Part of you was proud for catching him reacting to something without a filter, but another part wished you’d missed it altogether. Neither part felt like the right one.

You cough, hoping it would help both of you embrace the fact that, yes—everything was awkward now and neither of you knew why.

—

She’s staring at me. That’s all it is; she’s just looking at me and yet I want to crawl out of my skin and disappear. It wasn’t even a suggestive comment; all she said was ‘banging’ and I was immediately caught off guard? I felt like a total dud.

“What?” I ask her. I felt bad for turning the situation around on her, but my pride was low enough, and I didn’t have much else to hold onto.

“Oh, it’s nothing,” she laughs sheepishly. “Just thought I saw something out of the corner of my eye. False alarm.” I shrugged. I knew she was lying, but I’d take it if it meant moving past the awkwardness.

“If you’re sure. You know you can take a break if you need it.” I offered.

I should’ve known she’d take it the wrong way. Y/N was stubborn, and everything that wasn’t a compliment registered as judgement in her mind.

“I can keep training. I’m not some sort of weakling—though you seem to think so.” She retorted, lifting a perfectly arched brow at me.

“I never said that, but if you feel the need to prove those who say otherwise wrong, bring it.”

—

I knew fighting Keith was always bound to be an intense workout, but this was next level. We’d been dodging each other’s attacks for what felt like hours, but we were both too stubborn to forfeit.

“I want to see how you’d fight without a weapon.” Keith made a ‘T’ with his hands to signal a time out.

He only ever did this if he was training with others. If he was by his lonesome, he would rather dehydrate than allow his brain a moment to think.

“Fine,” I huffed, wiping away the sweat on my forehead with my forearm. “Do your worst.” I was determined to beat Keith at his own game.

—

I’d been dodging Keith’s attacks and even landing a few of my own for several minutes now, my joints burning. My muscles were practically screaming at me to take a break for five seconds, but I had to react as realistic as possible in this fight. It could potentially happen in the midst of a battle against the Galra, so I couldn’t risk showing signs of weakness.

Before long, I was backed up against a wall, struggling under Keith’s forceful grasp. I tried to steady my breathing, but it only helped so much, considering how exhausted I was. Regardless, Keith would have to wait until I passed out for me to forfeit.

“You look tired. Are you sure you don’t want to take a break?” He was teasing me at this point. It was written all over his face, even with just a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. I scowled.

“Nice try, gladiator. However, it’ll take more than that to defeat me.”

Upon closing my mouth, I felt a coldness against my throat. Keith had pulled a knife on me. I couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped me as I realized the situation. If I made any sudden movements, I could get seriously injured.

“How’s this?”

My mouth went dry. I was too scared to even utter a sentence. The one thing I couldn’t ignore though, was the feeling in my lower stomach that sent tingling waves of pleasure between my legs.

“I–” There were no words to explain what my brain was trying to comprehend.

I so desperately wanted to shift my stance in hopes of relieving a bit of the tension, but the sharp blade was a chilling reminder of just how helpless I was. In an almost twisted way, it made it all the more exciting, and I knew I’d have to relieve my frustration later.

“How would you get out of this situation if I were an enemy, hm?” Keith’s voice brings me back to reality, but I can hear it in the tone of his voice; how he’s subtly patronizing me.

“I… I’m not sure.” I sheepishly reply.

“I’ve taught you this before, Y/N.” Keith tells me, placing more pressure against my chest with his arm.

“I’m sorry! I can’t remember.” The admission was embarrassing, but it was the truth.

“Well that’s not my fault, now is it?”

I have no words to say in return to Keith. I’m too taken aback by the occurences within the last few minutes to come up with anything.

“Are you really that stunned over a knife?” He drops his arm that was splayed across my chest as a bar to hold me back.

The hand holding the knife lifts away from my throat enough where I feel safe to evade it. I move to get away from the wall, only to get slammed back into it, the blade returning to its home against the skin sheltering my fragile throat. I gasp at the sudden turn of events, feeling the heat in my abdomen return.

“Y/N, are you,” he pauses, connecting the side of his blade to the surface of my neck, the firm skin forming goosebumps. “Are you enjoying this?”

My mouth falls open, unsure of how to respond. I was in fact enjoying the element of danger, but I couldn’t say that! I wasn’t supposed to feel this way, especially not when Keith was the cause of my turmoil.

“No, of course not! What would make you think such a thing? That’s absurd.” I bluffed, trying my best to seem thrown off by the accusation. It made the truth of his suspicions all the more humiliating.

“Don’t lie to me, you’re such a terrible liar.”

“Whatever.” I grumble in annoyance, letting out a huff in subtle defiance. However, Keith seems completely unfazed by my responses.

“Let’s see just how much I can shock you with a simple little knife.”

“Keith cut it out–”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” The red paladin implored, easily getting under my skin and making my blood boil.

I remain silent, and Keith wastes no time in his relentless mocking.

“Me, cutting you in the heat of battle,” he keeps the knife close, slowly pacing over to my right. He passes me again, crossing over to the left. “Making you bleed…”

The way he’s speaking makes it seem like he’s unashamedly confessing to his sins in the middle of a church. Like he’s trying to convince me that I should listen to the devil on my shoulder. Was he actually encouraging me to indulge in such a sinful fantasy?

I’m unable to reply before he speaks again.

“Only a little, don’t worry. But even so, it’s too much for you to take, isn’t it?” The way Keith is talking down to me would normally offend someone who prides themselves on holding their own.

I didn’t even have to say it. I didn’t have to nod or shake my head, nor would I have to make a single sound. He knew the answer. It was like he had some invisible power over me; the way he was able to unnerve me so easily. It angered me, but it only fueled my shameful desires.

“You feel exposed, almost like I’d stripped you naked,” he taunts, looking deep into my eyes. His face shows no sign of deterrence, it’s almost impressive. “Vulnerable, fragile. I could glide this dagger across every inch of your body, my blade leaving goosebumps in its wake, and you’d savor every minute of it, wouldn’t you?”

All I could do in that moment was swallow hard. Keith was reading me like a book, and it only amplified how I was feeling. I needed to get a grip.

“You’re trying to steady your heartbeat. How brave you are, even as I stand before you with something that could pierce through your flesh and maim your heart with one strike…”

“Keith…” my voice trails off—a mindless action spurred by my indecision over what to do.

“Don’t worry, I’d never do that to you,” he lifts my chin up with the tip of his dagger. “But isn’t the danger thrilling? Tell me, does this turn you on?”

I wanted to say no… but he dances the silver tip along my jaw and a quiet moan escapes me.

“So you do like this,” I can see the hint of a smile pull against his lips as they twitch in a failed attempt to suppress it. “That’s quite unexpected from someone like you.” He rescinds the knife, and I quickly find the loss of the cool metal hard to bear.

I cock my head to the side, furrowing my eyebrows in confusion.

“What do you mean, someone like me?” It was a safe question to ask, and it wouldn’t give Keith anything to incriminate me like my other reactions did.

He laughs—something he rarely ever did. It was a breath of fresh air compared to the tense moment, but I quickly became unsettled as I got a better grasp on the situation.

“You know, a good girl, always so put together and clean cut,” he says, his burning stare lingering as his eyes trail up and then down my body. “But now I know you for who you really are.”

“Oh?” I inquire, curiosity getting the better of me. “And what would that be?”

“You, Y/N, are a tease,” Keith’s look turns cold in replacement of the heat from his lustful gaze. “And I’m tired of it. Let’s see just how clean cut you are…”

His voice trails off, as well as his stare. His pupils are redirected to the thin, beautifully crafted knife, and I have no choice but to let my eyes follow.

He drags the weapon agonizingly slowly up my leg. The pressure is feather light. The ghost of Keith’s disconnected touch has my body temperature doing cartwheels.

“When I have you begging me to let you cum as I press this cold, sharp blade on the inside of those precious thighs of yours, shall we?”

Just when I thought my jaw was locked shut in disbelief and awe, his sensual musings easily loosened that tension.

“Y-yes. Oh my god, yes.” I breathe, reaching out for the paladin’s chest to bring him closer.

Keith evades my grasp and moves to spin me around, holding me flush against him. I can feel the dagger’s chill on my neck while his erection meets my backside.

“Not like you had much of a choice.”

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Here you go! Also, happy birthday to our favorite red paladin!!!🥺❤️🥳🌹 I’m hoping to have the next part out before Halloween or before Thanksgiving. Let me know your thoughts! :)

Voltron and Keith Kogane NSFW Taglist: @internetkilledtheroxstar @scorpio-echo

[444tsumu]

title Not His Type

rating ★ ★ ☆ nsfw content

word count 4,800+

warnings timeskip!mattsun, yes i’m writing that he still practices w the s4, anyways explicit content, matsukawa calls you a bitch, spitting, rough sex, spanking, mattsun fucks you in his car, oral sex (f!reader giving), don't be silly wrap your willy folks

author’s note thanks to @kansroji for forcing me encouraging me to write this self-indulgent mattsun fic, send her her flowers everyone bc this was just muah :*

summary Issei teaches you that the meaning behind the words ‘I hate you’ is a lot different from what you’re used to.

“God, do you ever shut the fuck up?”

“How could someone be such a bitch?”

“I don’t know Mattsun, you tell me.”

There are two things necessary to keep the world spinning on its axis: inertia, and the insatiable hatred between you and Issei Matsukawa.

No one quite knows where it came from. Maybe it was your lack of regard for his permanently disinterested personality, or maybe it was the insufferable habit you had of making a comment every time Matsukawa did as much as make a noise— whatever it was, it was a never ending cycle of pure repugnance.

His tone was light, yet knowing Iwaizumi, you knew it was wavering on a more strict tone you really didn’t want to hear today.

Oikawa watched the interaction between the three of you, eyes narrowing as he did something nobody appreciates from him: he started plotting.

Oikawa watched the interaction between the three of you, eyes narrowing as he did something nobody appreciates from him: he started plotting.

To you and Issei, the nature of your relationship was that there wasn’t one at all. There was nothing but an indescribable hatred that will never go away because you guys just physically can’t stand the other.

To everyone else though? In Hanamaki’s words, “you guys just needed to fuck and get it over with already.” Sexual tension couldn’t fill half of the void the storm you and Mattsun left after every exchanged word. It nearly swallowed the room, the only two not able to see it being yourself and the middle blocker.

With an inquisitive look on his face, Oikawa decided the only way to get rid of this long lasting rivalry being now or never. “My dear Y/L/N, bad news.”

The words brought you back down to Earth, making you bite down a glare at the bored man in front of you and turning towards the setter.

“As much as I’d love to be the one to take you home,” he winks at you, long arm reaching out to lightly press itself against your cheek and you already see where this is going, “I just can’t—”

“Tooru..” Your voice wavered the same way Iwaizumi infamously did.

“Seriously Y/N-Chan, I hate being the bearer of bad news..” The sparkle in his eyes made you clench your jaw to prevent the scream from slipping through your lips. “But I had almost promised Iwa-chan and Makki a ride today.”

You could hear the slick in his voice, and you absolutely hated it. You hated how you knew exactly what was being planned. You knew in Oikawa’s stupid little head, he was formulating a stupid little plan thinking things would work out in his own stupid little way.

“I’m not getting into that fucking asshole’s car—”

“Oikawa I will purposely crash if she as much as steps foot in my car—”

“Get your fucking feet off my dashboard.” You hear his voice growl, long fingers reaching in front of him to press the Start-Stop button on his car and get the engine running.

You didn’t mean to press a sock-covered foot onto it, it’s just that you needed to adjust the anklet resting against your skin. You hadn’t caught when his eyes glanced over at the diamonds either, remaining for a second too long to be appropriate and quickly force it’s way in front of him.

With a slightly exaggerated roll of your eyes, you threw your head against the headrest and stared through the window to your side. You were wishing there was an awkward silence to torture Matsukawa’s ears, but instead, his phone automatically connected to its Bluetooth and began to play a song you surprisingly recognized.

He drove faster than you were sure he was supposed to. As soon as you blinked, he had already backed out of Seijoh’s parking lot and sped through the secluded roads and towards the city you inhabited.

Unwillingly, of course, you managed to steal a few glances at the brown-haired man next to you. His face was (surprise) as uninterested as ever, eyebrows resting dully above his hooded lids and lips turned just slightly down enough to look like a frown. Every now and then, his lips would go along with the song and his tongue would swipe across his bottom lip and into the corner of his cheek.

Matsukawa wasn’t an ugly guy. There wasn’t enough hatred in your soul to even try to lie against the idea. He was extremely tall, extremely fit, had a nice smile, and his voice matched his looks. If he wasn’t such a stuck up, emotionless asshole, he’d probably be one of the hottest guys you’ve ever seen. If and probably, of course.

“Gotta staring problem?” He muttered, head bobbing to the song in the background and that in itself just brought your cholesterol an unhealthy amount higher.

“Shut the fuck up.”

“I see you have a lack of vocabulary too..” The banter between the two of you went back and forth, an awkward silence retching the car’s air after he sadly had the last word.

“I can’t believe there was a time you weren’t such a nuisance.” You nearly mouthed, words quiet enough to get lost within the lyrics of Kanye West, yet loud enough to get into Mattsun’s earshot and cause the car to abruptly park on the side of the nearly secluded road ahead of you.

“Hey, what the fu—”

“What’s your problem with me?” Matsukawa’s words haunted the air, and if you weren’t already awaiting his words, you might have actually been scared of the harshness in his tone.

“Me?” You questioned, using a hand to dramatically smack against your chest and glare at him in disbelief. “What’s your problem with me?”

He didn’t respond, only staring at you blankly and gripping on the steering wheel with enough aggression to taint the knuckles of his large hands white.

“Stop acting like a toddler,” the annoyance looked weird on him, and his usual nonchalant attitude disappeared with a mask of pure frustration that you’d be lying about if you said was ugly on him, “just tell me what the issue is so we can both stop whatever the fuck it is we have going on.”

“We,” you pointed between the two of you, “do not have anything going on, for your information.” You stubbornly crossed your arms across your chest, staring at him blankly and watching his large hand run across his face.

“You wouldn’t even be my type, you know damn well that isn’t what—”

Every word after the first half of the sentence drowned out as you continued to repeat it in your head. You wouldn’t even be my type. You wouldn’t even be my type. You wouldn’t even be my type…

“Earth to Y/N.” Mattsun snapped, glaring over at you and leaning his body back lazily against his driver’s seat. It was slightly reclined back, the comfortability of his position insinuating he didn’t plan on leaving until this conversation got somewhere.

“What do you mean I wouldn’t be your type?”

The words came out faster than you could acknowledge them. You didn’t regret speaking them, but you knew that they only worsened your situation. He would use this as if it was fuel to his never-ending out of fire of an ego and you hated it. The cold air in the car suddenly became more noticeable, goosebumps raising onto your exposed skin and making you feel as if all your senses were being ambushed.

“Well, well, well…” He begins to tease as if he was never angry, his large arms resting behind his head and that stupid smirk back onto his pink lips, “you feel some type of way about what I said?” His voice echoed into your ears as you did nothing but watch him in disbelief.

“You never stood a chance with me anyways.” You bit back at him.

Something in the air changed, but neither of you decided to acknowledge it. It was dark, the light from the dashboard doing nothing but illuminating your features and making Issei smirk to himself in the lack of lighting.

“How so?” He was antagonizing you, itching for you to continue to play his little game back with him because he had a plan. You could see it from the way he lazily blinked over at you, smirk still against his glowing face with nothing but arrogance and faux oblivion.

“You wouldn’t be able to handle me if you tried.”

Those words changed the aura within the car all in itself. You knew the double entendres of a statement could go any way with him. Deep down, you both knew exactly what you meant. Your words remained solid though, eyes staring at him like a fox refusing to glance away from his brown irises.

“Wanna try me?”

You were playing a dangerous game, you knew that. Something about you didn’t care though. There were many ways this conversation could’ve went, but you wouldn’t expect it to go in this direction.

The air in the room was thick, Issei’s brown irises watching you nothing short of predator like. No one spoke after those three words, and faintly, the change in mood also affected the change in genre of music as R&B began to slowly play through his speakers. You wanted to scoff.

His large ring covered hand suddenly inched towards your chin, gripping your jaw and forcing your eyesight on his own face. You weren’t one to blush, but the roughness to his calloused fingers brought a small tinge between your slightly exposed thighs.

“You gonna get in the back or I gotta force you back there?” His words commanded you, the strictness laced within the confines of his voice leaving you no option to do as he told.

Doing what Matsukawa said as if you were following his orders was something foreign to you. The temptation of doing as you pleased crossed the back of your mind, but the curiosity of seeing what he had in store filled you with much more satisfaction.

Without a word and instead settling for a simple eye roll, you kicked your shoes off and found your way between the two front seats and into the cold leather seats of the back of his car. It was cramped, surprisingly cleaner than you'd imagine, and smelt of nothing but Issei.

You would have enjoyed it if the circumstances were different.

Your body sat with your feet resting behind you, leaving a space open for him. The sound of his car door opening and shutting was the cause of the goosebumps rising against your skin.

Subconsciously, you knew were supposed to hate him. You were supposed to despise him for always being such an asshole to you, and you were never supposed to forgive him for anything he’s ever said to you out of his stupid smirking mouth.

You weren't supposed to be hopping into the backseat of his car after challenging him into sleeping with you. You weren’t supposed to be enjoying the feeling of his presence as it finally found its way next to you, the dark tints of his windows hiding his expression but not doing a good job at hiding the bulge hiding in the confinements of his sweatpants.

Your eyes glanced over his, quickly switching between the tent and his irises with an innocent smile on your face. “You gonna take those off or am I gonna have to force them off you?’

Mattsun had never laughed at anything you’d ever said. At least, never to your face. For the first time though, a soft chuckle left his lips as he hunched his body over and rolled his sweats down. You’d be lying if you said you never wanted to provoke that sound out of him again.

He wore Supreme black briefs, a smirk on his lips as he watched your eyes trail over to the excessively large print. His dick was long, curving deliciously to the left and making you fear for your own safety. The thought of that nearly made you drool.

Mattsun made a show of pulling his briefs down, his erection springing to life and showing you that he wasn't even fully hard yet. Maybe you would’ve felt some type of way about not arousing him as much as he was you, and you could thank the pool inside your panties for that, but something about it brought a glimmer to your eye Issei couldn’t ignore.

“Eager to suck my dick, huh?” His words ring against your ears, and you do nothing but give him a glare while getting on all fours across the backseat.

His long torso leaned against the car door, eyes boring onto your frame with a blank expression that drove you insane. You knew this was all an act, he had to have been pretending just to get a rise out of you. There was no way you could’ve missed the way his dick twitched when you got up to take your shorts off.

Your frame was left in a white t-shirt and a seamless green pair of panties known for their cheekster style. He would’ve told you that you looked absolutely delectable, but he'd never let you sit within that satisfaction.

You lowered yourself on all fours once again, holding your hair back with one hand and lowering yourself down between his long limbs. Your eyes just couldn't look away, the large veins running up and down his perfect looking length in a way that made you embarrassingly ready to shove it down your throat already.

And without another word, you opened your lips and allowed a trail of saliva to sliver down the underside of his dick. His thighs tensed up, but as you watched him through your lashes while lowering your lips onto his tip, his bored and expressionless face remained the same.

He couldn't take his eyes off the sight in front of him, as much as he'd hate to admit it. Your ass was up in the air, back arched in a way that nearly made him release a groan as your pretty little mouth left sloppy kisses along his throbbing tip. You used a free hand to run down his cock slowly, hands landing underneath his thick balls and holding them alongside the bottom half of his dick.

He tried to hold the hiss you took out of him, but you used that as an excuse to make him suffer even more. Almost as if it were a competition, you sucked your cheeks in while taking the rest him that fit into your mouth agonizingly slow.

Matsukawa was too big, not that you were complaining. You didn’t have much of a gag reflex, but his size goes beyond that. So in order to accommodate to the situation at hand, you lolled your tongue out across your bottom lip and easily slipped a bit more than half of him down your throat until he felt his tip tickle the back of it.

“Holy fuck..” He breathed out, words stopping as he bit his lip and tilted his head to get a better look at you.

Your eyes began to water, but you ignored the sensation to take a deep breath as you began to massage his balls and lower half with your saliva covered hands. You began to move your mouth in the opposite direction of your hands, touching just enough of his balls with your tongue to get him to grip a chunk of your hair from within your own hand.

“Fuck, just like that.” You never took your eyes off him, and Matsukawa found it even harder to control himself with the way you took so much of him with so much ease.

You hollowed your cheeks as you slipped his now fully-hard dick out your mouth. Trails of saliva followed, the explicit view of your teary eyes and sloppy lips making him groan within his throat.

“Fuck my throat.”

The words were harsh, your expression being just as blank as his once was, and Issei realized he wasn’t really the one in control here. Not if all it took was for you to tell him what to do and he was scrambling to do it like second nature.

His lips revealed that lazy smirk you wanted to fuck off his face, the large hand gripping your hair nearly shoving his dick back into your fresh, wet mouth. “Don’t mind if I do, princess.”

The nickname he called you didn't even have time to register in your mind, the sensation of Matsukawa forcing your head up and down his dick as much as he could being the only thing on your brain. You couldn't help the tears from slipping down your cheeks, eyes opening once again to hazily look over to the ones burning a hole into your face.

Matsukawa couldn’t find it in himself to look away from you. He wasn't sure if it was the tears, or the way you allowed him to fuck your throat so easily, or the drool leaking down into the balls you fondled at the same time, or even the way the hand once gripping your own hair found its way between your legs as he watched you play with yourself, but Issei decided this image was going to ruin everyone else for him.

He already decided he couldn't get enough of you. The sound of your gags filled with car in a nearly pornographic way, yet not once did you ask him to stop and he took note of that. 

“Fuck,” he broke out, eyes struggling to watch yours as his lips parted open, “you’re gonna make me cum,” his words were interrupted by a load groan. Your tongue found its way back onto his balls as his tip rammed into the back of your throat and Issei felt his toes curl. “Fuck, fuck, fuck..”

Right on time, you went against his strong grip and popped his dick out of your mouth with saliva drooling down in a way that looked so forbidden, Issei was sure he would’ve came at that sight alone.

“That was...”

“Not your type?” You bit at him, a mocking smile on your lips as you bit your lip and found your way onto the comfort of his lap.

It was weird, the way you felt like you fit perfectly within his frame as if it was a piece of a puzzle. Matsukawa would agree if he could, hands nearly instinctively finding its way onto the globed of your ass and pulling the fabric of your panties over and over again.

“Never in a million years.”

His smirk haunted you, lidded eyes staring at you once again and you realize Issei Matsukawa is a really hard guy to get a reaction out of. So taking the challenge yet again, you stared at him just as emotionless. Your fingers lifted the patch stuck to your folds, and the trail of wetness that dripped over onto both you and his own thighs was nearly sinful to the sore eyes.

It was hard to imagine taking a dick you were sure you could see in your stomach with such an expression, and you wouldn’t wish that suffering on your worst enemy. You couldn’t believe how much just half of him stretched your insides out, your walls sucking him in and barely being able to hold it in together.

“Don't worry, take your time.” Matsukawa’s tone was beyond condescending, the taunt behind his words bringing an anger within you enough to cloud your mind of all common sense. It was unexpected, the way your body just shoved the rest of him inside of your tight, pulsating hole and rested all your body weight on top of him.

“Fuck!” Both of you yelped out, your hands clawing at his chest while his gripped your ass cheeks apart in nothing but a burning sensation.

He filled you up to the brim, the sureness of him hitting your cervix causing your eyes to flutter at the feeling. You bit your lip, adjusting your body to where your feet were on either side of him on the backseat and your body was more able to move.

His eyes widened in surprise at your actions, the sound of both of your pants alongside the music that was long forgotten struggling to keep you attentive. Without warning, you lifted your body up and slammed back down onto him. The action brought a pretty little gasp out your lips, mouth parted and eyes clenched at just how fucking amazing the curve and thickness of his cock was.

“C’mon baby,” he whispered into your ears, hands reaching over to intertwine themselves with your own so you got better balance, “fuck me like you mean it.”

“You’re such an asshole.” You breathed out, beginning to bounce your body up and down his dick perfect enough to hear the squelching sounds of your wetness after every impact. Issei groaned, eyes glued to the sight of where your pussy swallowed him whole and spit him back out over and over again.

“Mm, what else baby?”

Issei’s bored resolve started to crack, groans slipping through his lips in a way that made you tighten up against him even more if it were possible. Your hands gripped his intertwined ones, bouncing up and down faster than you could probably handle. The sensation of his dick hitting your cervix over and over causing you to arch your back closer into his body as you bounced.

The sound of your body slamming into his began to quicken, the strength of your legs giving up as you realized his started to fuck you back from the bottom and drill his length into you.

“Fuck, Issei…” You moaned out embarrassingly loud, Mattsun’s eyes watching you with curiosity in his irises from the way he wanted to figure out how to get you to moan out like that again.

“Don’t be shy now,” he teased, the strain in his voice telling you that even if he was torturing you with the pounding of his dick, he was enjoying it just as much as you, “where’d all that mouth go, pretty?”

You felt yourself clench at the nickname, head leaning back and leaving your neck open for him to lick a trail over towards your jaw and softly bite the plush skin. The windows began to fog up, the sensation of your poor pussy taking him in and out and quick pace causing the car to jump up and down with each stroke.

“F-fuck,” you stuttered out, nearly crying out when his hands found it’s way towards under your ass to support you as he drilled all of this thickness into your throbbing pussy.

The familiar knot began to grow within your stomach, and your hand found it’s way between his messy locks only to grab it and tilt his head roughly back against the window. A surprised groan left his lips, eyes staring up at you widely with a smirk endured from straight pleasure shot up his lips.

“You gonna cum all on daddy’s dick?”

Usually the words would have made you cringe, and you wanted to bite a snarky remark at him for the name. Yet something in you grew feral at the sentence, beginning to rub your clit against him each time you harshly dropped down as you roughened your grip on his hair.

“Fuck yes, daddy, make me cum,” your words tickled his ears, the moans at the end of each word bringing Matsukawa into a state of euphoria. He could hear you say that to him for the rest of his life, if he could.

“Come on baby,” he groaned out harshly, smacking your ass enough to leave a sting that made you cry out into his neck, “give it to me!”

His words echoed in your ears, your loud cries like music to his ears as he watched you fuck him back just as rough as he was being with you. Your hand pulled his head back once again, his scalp hitting the window harshly but he didn’t care once your lips came crashing onto his.

It was nothing but teeth and tongue, sucking on each other’s muscles and making out as if nothing in this world could ever be right again without it. His hands gripped your ass once again, spreading them harshly apart and spanking them with as much toughness that went into spiking a volleyball.

You screamed into his mouth, words being unable to come out as he began to drill into you even rougher and faster than you knew was possible. Your legs had long given out at this point, simply being tossed up and down like a rag doll by Issei’s strong arms and cocky attitude. You were in heaven, even if you’d never admit it.

“I— I hate you,” you fought to yelp out, pussy beginning to squeeze at the feeling you knew all too well as you stared into his eyes and made him look at you as if he was seeing God, “but you fuck me— fuck, you fuck me so good..”

Your words became faint whispers, stars beginning to formulate instead of his once brown irises and bring you into a state of euphoria.

“Daddy I’m gonna—” The words were stolen from your lips as Matsukawa slammed your lips against his own and gripped your back close to his chest.

“Cum baby,” he groaned into your lips, your own sounds preventing you from being able to kiss him back as your covered tits bounced into the confinement of his chest, “cum on daddy’s big dick.”

The words brought a vibration within you, a mantra of the words daddy and please slipping as you felt the euphoria take over your body and leave you with nearly nothing inside you. Issei could practically feel you cum, his own resolve giving out as his shot his thick cum into your throbbing pussy and bringing another scream from between your swollen lips.

“Take it, good girl— fuck yes..” Words slipped from his mouth without his own permission, the sensation of your pussy holding him within you as if it never wanted to let him go and he really wouldn’t mind.

Nothing but your struggles to catch your own breath filled the car, his own haunting the ghost of your ear as you laid out across his chest with saliva threatening to slip from your lips and cum leaking down both of your thighs. It was absolutely disgusting if you really thought about it, but the idea of knowing you had just slutted each other out so sinfully brought your toes to curl one last time.

No one said a word, and as much as you wanted to comment on how he was still gripping your chest against his own, you decided to go against it and try to find reality from the solitude of his wide chest. You could hear Brent Faiyaz on the radio, the view of just how foggy the windows were making you giggle to yourself.

“What’s funny?” The rumble of the words against his chest caused your pussy to throb once again, and you had almost forgotten he was still lodged inside of you with a load of cum threatening to spill out.

“Nothing.” Your voice was gone, and as embarrassing as it was, Issei mentally found himself obsessing over how raspy it got.

The silence was calm, yet the awkward conversation of what next lingered within the air between the two of you. You knew it was going to come soon, and you weren’t really sure of what could possibly happen afterwards. There was no going back from this, Issei Matsukawa had fucked you so good, you never wanted to fuck anyone else again.

The first to break it was Mattsun, which took you by surprise. His large hands found their way towards you cheek, caressing your head as his pushed you back far enough to face him with fucked out eyes and swollen lips and Issei convinces himself you’re one of the seven wonders of the world.

“We should do that again sometime.” He suggests, bored eyes staring into yours as you noticed the small smile lifting amongst the corner of his lips. You wanted to smile back, but the idea of having some more fun with him seemed quite better.

“Eh,” you replied, lifting your weakened body back into his straddling state and biting your lips as you placed both hands across his broad chest. You notice the way his cock twitches hungrily within you, and you realize you were gonna enjoy this a bit too much.

He’s seeing stars, thinking the hottest thing he’s ever seen is a fucked out you staring at him this way and you realize you’ve finally won. You stare at him, bored eyes and a lazy smirk on your lips mimicking the face he spent all his life mastering.

“You’re not really my type.”

                             © 444TSUMU 2021

[kiwi-smug-silvalina]

Ok so im putting all my thoughts down here that i can currently think of:

First of all, they all have moon magic staffs!!! Because theyre cute lil magical guys!!!! Fullmoon magic and Newmoon magic is like light and dark magic! So fullmoon has light and newmoon has dark magic! Meanwhile halfmoon is a mix of both, a little unstable to control but powerful nontheless! And then theres Sgono, Sgono is just moon-blessed, but they have a gravitational field and gravitation magic that pulls and pushes things basically! Thats why their tears are floating when theyre upset!

I imagine canto putting a ball or random things in Sgonos "orbit" and watch them float around fbdhqebfhwdbfhdsbvchds

Sgonos big brother eclipse-touched Sympho is from the last generation of moon-touched! Sympho has basically OP powers over life and death. He cant die of normal means and is very, veryyyyy fucked up by that. So when Bluemoon-touched (Water/Healing magic) and Bloodmoon-touched (Fire/Blood magic) both died in the last moon prophecy, Sympho tried to revive them!!!! DIdnt work out that well!!!!! And now Sympho is like "moon fucking dammit what is this shit i wanna die?? hello??" and sets up Sgono to this whole torturous kind of existence of a moon-touched who wasnt supposed to have the powers in their body, which is why half of it was erased and replaced with, what is basically the fucking moon itself vbwdbcvhdsbchdsbcv

Sympho is trying to make Sgono stronger all Itachi anger style and hopes that Sgono will be strong enough to kill his big brother with all his hatred and all that bullshit but damn Sgono used to be, and is still even if its not visible, such a sweet and kind kid, always running after his big brother. Its traaaaagiccccc, he wont be able to kill his big broooo

And as for Canto and the others! The moon touched present with their marks on the night that their specific moon shows up! So in the span of one month, all three of them got their marks! Moon phases last 28 days, but on the nightfall of the 29th day, suddenly Sgono presented as a fourth moon-touched, which is unheard of!!! That night was filled with screams and sobs as Sgonos friends all had stayed with him until he stopped hurting. While the flaking of the skin on his moon-magicked body side didnt hurt, the stupid amount of magic being stored in it gave him the worst feeling in the entire world, as if half of his body wasnt him anymore!!!!

So Sgono has gravitation magic, Canto has light magic, Dirigio has dark magic and Lyrisko has some weird fucking inbetween, both light and dark magic that are hard to control since they keep wanting to have one side take over kindaaaaa

Dirigio has the best control over her magic, then its suprisingly Lyrisko because he has to control it or itll controll them, then Canto because she cant-o be bothered to learn all the complicated stuff and lastly Sgono bc their body wasnt made to hold magic

Happy that I have motivation and inspiration to do things, sad that it's not for the things I want to do

[ikissjesse]

*enters ask box* jesse x robaire pls 🥺

HEHEHSHSHDHWHSAKKS TYSM FOR THIS ASK <3

I hope u dont mind i made this a hc list !! I could def do a fanfic for u if u want that instead <33 btw im making this 2 sections, first is confessing then second is couple stuff HEHSHDJAH

jesse n robaire confession hc's !!

they mean sm to me :(( <3 *stuffs them into my pocket while sobbing violently*

i am a firm believer that jesse confessed while drunk

remember my drunk 4town hc's where jesse's the chill drunk ? yeah, he confessed in a painfully chill, relaxed way

robaire (who was sober) was sitting next to him on the tour bus, when suddenly a very drunk jesse puts his arm around him n says "y'know, i reallyyy like u. ahah"

jesse was so calm while ro was abt to go up in flames

aaron z slid t a 50$ bill since they made a bet about who would confess first, which aaron t happily won

robaire assumed he was jus saying that cos he's drunk n didn't think much abt it

^ is what i would say if it werent the ONLY THING HE COULD THINK ABT FOR THE REST OF THE NIGHT

he was always the cool n collected member but today was not his day

he was blushing sm aaron t was abt to tease him on it before aaron z quickly pulled him back to his seat, giving him a glare that basically said "say anything n ill make sure the cops cant find ur body"

needless to say t smiled nervously n stayed in his seat for the rest of the car ride

ANYWAYYY back to jesro

robaire decided to vaguely bring it up the next day when jesse was sober,

"sooo, do u remember anything from last night?" type thing (he's not smooth when he's nervous shhh)

jesse thought about it for 3 damn seconds n said no, to which robaire gulped n contemplated whether or not he should tell him

"did i say anything weird?"

u confESSED TO UR BESTFEIEND WHAT DO U MEAN "DID I SAY ANYTHING WEIRD" YES U MF

robaire laughed to cover up his fear of what jesse would say next, then told him abt how he got touchy-feely w him n that he told him he "really liked him"

jesse pretty much choked on whatever he was eating at the time when he heard that

"oh- heh, did i?" ~nervous voice crack~

they ended up laughing abt it for a bit, making robaire think he really was jus saying it cos he was drunk :(( ueueue why am i hurting myself w my own hc im so sad rn thinking abt this

jesse (being the confident bitch he is) stopped n looked robaire in the eyes w a soft smile, n BAAM cue the romantic background music n the aarons watching from a distance, he TOLD ROBAIRE HE LIKES HIM FR WOOOOO clap clap clap

robaire.exe has stopped working

for a ~cool, collected~ guy, he was an absolute MESS after that, stuttering n blushing (if his hair were longer i bet loads of money he'd b twirling it /j)

he didnt think his bestfriend (slayyy friendzone him /j) would like him too??? like??? hello?????? he thought he was dreaming

nonetheless, he confessed his feelings for jesse too n they just sorta had that movie moment where they jus look at eachother w love eyes n stupid grins thats only romantic to the ppl doing it n probably awkward for ppl around them

aaron t jumped up from his hiding spot next to aaron z n screamed "JUST KISS ALREADY LOSERS" n quickly hid again, giggling while z rolled his eyes n smiled

nnnnnn now they were both flustered messes. great 🚶

from most confident guys in the band to shy bitches smh

spoiler alert; they didn't kiss </3 but thats okay bc

now we're onto...

dating hc's !!

slightly suggestive not that much tho

jesses kids already adored robaire n probably already knew that their dad had a crush on him bc of the drawings n paintings he had of him so they were ecstatic when they learned the two started dating <3

"so.. what do we call uncle robaire now??" "daddy2? dada?" -his kids having a super duper important meeting at their toy kitchen

robaire overheard this n quite literally started sobbing instantly

he went to jesses room where his ☆boyfriend☆ was n layed down next to him, when asked what happened all he could say was "uehdiadhaxikz... ur kidsksbsixj...theyre talking abt what they should call me now that we're todhaidgadaosoaudjajdjaowiw9uskznal"

obviously jesse had been w him long enough to understand him thru the sobs, n started rubbing circles on ro's back as a smile broke out on his face

robaire was literally this picture dont even try to argue w me on this:

the kids settled on dada n robaire sobbed aGAIN when they first called him it

he was like whispering "dont cry dont cry dont cry dont cry" to himself then excused himself to go to the bathroom to cry

"daddy, is dada okay? he looked sad" "oh dont worry hun he's fine"

he was in fact not fine (/pos) n jesse went n knocked on the bathroom door to check on him

robaire loves these kids to death n spoils them soooo much, jesse jokes about it making parenting way harder than it should be for him

onto other couple things now !!

their first official date was at a nearby art cafe where u could do pottery, paint, etc

they went w pottery like the cliche romantics they r ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

think jesse guiding robaire, head resting on his shoulder, holding his boyfriends hands

screams WHEN IS IT MY TURN

they fucked up the first pot bc they kept making flirty little remarks about eachother (gay ppl 🙄 /j)

"jess i love u but if u make me fuck up another pot i will drop kick u into oblivion"

🏳️‍🌈 insert 'fuck me instead' joke from jesse 🏳️‍🌈

robaire may or may not have elbowed jesse for that

their first kiss was so extra like omg

during their france tour they found some time for themselves n went on a little date thru paris n at EXACTLY midnight (no it wasnt new years <3) while they were admiring the eiffel tower they leaned in n dkjaidhsi!!!!! <333

a fan actually saw n started squealing as quiet as they could so jesse n robaire wouldnt notice

they did notice . .

robaire (jesse was recovering from the kiss, red-faced as hell) asked the fan to keep it secret n not tell anyone about it since him n jesse wanted to keep it private until they were comfortable enough to tell ppl outside of their band, to which the fan agreed to

stan that fan for clear skin !!

they did eventually tell the press about it during an interview after they'd been together for around 2 months, it was vvvv difficult hiding it from paparazzi

before anyone (besides 4town n the fan) knew about them they had v light pda, like putting their arm around the others waist <3

they weren't rly big on pda so after everyone knew it was still just a little kiss on the cheek, holding hands, etc, they prefer doing couple things in private

like i stated way before, the kids love robaire, n they did a little date night for their dada's !! preparing a meal made of toy food, making the couch nice so they could relax n watch a movie together, n went straight to bed after bringing them drinks so they could have some alone time

jesse n his baby mama raised the twins so well <333

they spent the rest of the night cuddling, watching a movie n jus enjoying the company of one another

n the rest is history !! <3

i wouldn't mind making a part 2/fanfic tho ngl, i could go on abt them for ages HAHAHSIDHQI

anyhowww, thank u for reading !! sorry for the long post, they're just so skabidbsobdoabz <3333

[acidwidow]

BITTERSWEET

a/n - This is my first avengers fic! I’m gonna make it into a mini(?) series, I wrote this in my notes at 3am lool, I hope you guys like it

Warnings - Angst, short haired bucky (yes it’s a warning bc that man is too fine)

Summary - After a bad breakup you’re forced to move in with your brother Steve at the avengers compound, will old relationships rekindle the fire in you that was once lost?

You cannot be happening. You had just woken up way too hungover and not at all prepared for the confrontation waiting for you downstairs. Drinking for 4 days in a row does a number on you and your mom was sick of watching you drown your sorrows and has finally found a way to ‘help you’.

“You can’t just ship me away because you don’t wanna deal with me anymore!”

“Y/N I cannot keep watching you destroy your life, you’re going to stay with your brother, it’ll be good for you. I know how you feel. It’s final.”

The salty taste of your tears on your lips make you somehow feel more nauseous than you already do. The partying, drinking, drugs, all of it is a way to cope with the man that broke your stupid heart in two.

He knew how much you loved him, he finally admitted he was with you purely because your brother was Captain America. Your high school sweetheart was a lie, are you meant to be frolicking through daisies?

“You have no idea how I feel right now, NO GOD DAMN IDEA! I’m not going, I’m an adult, and I’m not leaving.”

She sighs, exasperatedly running her hands across her face. You know this is coming from a place of love and worry on her behalf but right now all you feel is betrayal and anger running through your veins like fire.

A small brown envelope addressed to you is slid across the table, looking down you snatch it, turning away to storm out towards your car.

Head against the steering wheel, you wonder how you got to this point in your life exactly. How does one man manage to pull the wool over your eyes the way Ryan did, usually you can read people like a book.

“Stupid! Stupid idiot!” You scream and bang your fists against the wheel until your hands go numb. A feeling you’re well accustomed to these days.

You rip open the envelope, terrified for what could be awaiting you inside.

Y/N L/N

Flight NY-2287

From Boston Logan International Airport

To Manhattan Regional Airport

One way ticket

A dry chuckle left your lips, the salt hitting your tongue from the tears shed in the screaming match that had just occurred in your dining room. One way ticket?

“I can’t believe she’s getting rid of me.”

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Packing your bags proves to be slow and torturous, your mom standing in the door way, throwing suggestions towards you as you chuck a handful of underwear into the open luggage.

“You know, this is for your own good, you’ll be able to see Steve and James again. I know you miss them too, you need this.”

“It seems like you know what I need so there’s no point giving my opinion on this anymore, you’ve already made your decision mom.”

Out of the corner of her eye you see her hang her head. Shame maybe? No, she made her bed and she has to lie in it now. Maybe once you’re gone she’ll realise she made a mistake. Being around Steve will be just another reminder of your heart ache.

You close your eyes as the sound of her footsteps dissipate down the stairs.

You know you can’t blame him, or mom, but that doesn’t stop the rage surging through your body every time something reminds you of what’s happened.

The Captain America T-shirt staring at you as it sits on your bedroom floor. You bought it the day Steve’s merch came out officially. You bask in the memory of how proud you are of him for a moment before the memories of the last two months come rushing back to you and leave a fiery pit in the bottom of your stomach.

Trudging down the stairs, suitcase in one hand, your phone in the other and a bag clinging to your left shoulder that feels like a ton of bricks.

Your mom eyes you from the kitchen table. The same place you seem to be screaming at each other every morning. Closing her book she stands up and walks towards you, a small smile on her face before she opens her arms, signalling you to hug her.

You swallow your pride and wrap your arms around her, tears welling in your eyes for the second time this morning.

“I’m gonna miss you, try not to sass your brother too hard and give him a massive hug from me. I love you Y/N/N.” she mumbles into your hair. Pulling back and placing her hand softly onto your cheek, wiping a couple stray tears that managed to escape your eyes .

You nod curtly, adjusting your backpack and walking through the door towards your car. You feel her eyes lingering on you as you chuck your belongings into the trunk. The thoughts of ‘accidentally’ missing your plans are cut off by your phone buzzing in your back pocket.

Dumbass: see you soon dude

Dumbass: You’ll see us when you get off the plane, hope you appreciate the sign. It was a group effort

You roll your eyes at the message, imagining the Avengers with glitter and sharpies, making a cardboard sign to welcome you back into New York.

You: Better be great considering i’m being forced against my will to come

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“Y/N Welcome back!” The sign reads, accompanied by swirls, bright colours and what seems like steve’s shield, alas badly drawn. Steve and Bucky stand with the sign above their heads, grinning from ear to ear when they spot you in the crowd of people clambering to get to their respective families.

Bucky takes a couple steps forward and flings his arms around you, picking you up in a bear hug for what seems to feel like a life time.

“Let me down you oath!!” You squeal, wiggling around in his super human grip until he finally lowers you to the ground.

“Good to see you too kid.”

You groan at the nickname. “Ugh don’t call me that, I’m an adult now Buck.”

He lets out a chuckle as Steve walks towards you and claps you on the back, the famous Steve Rogers smile still on his face as he takes your bags.

“I missed you Y/N/N”

“Oh and by the way, you’ll always be our little sister.”

The word ‘Our’ leaves a bitter taste on your tongue. Your childhood crush on Bucky never left, only simmered once he moved away, faded even more so into the background when you were infatuated with Ryan.

This is going to be a long trip.