#this one was in the notes app for a bit time to release it onto the weary world

[pealeii]

attend the tale of His Tits

[strawberri-blonde]

Yours to Command - Jacaerys Velaryon

Summary: you don’t tolerate disrespect towards your betrothed and in return he shows you how much he appreciates it.

Warning: smuttttt also I used an app for the Valyrian so if it’s wrong my bad.

Masterlist

“He’s nothing but a bastard-.” The Lord couldn’t even finish his sentence as you drew your sword, crafted from the finest steel, and slashed him across the face from ear to lip.

The room erupted in gasps of horror and surprise as you cut into the man’s flesh. The Lord had been boasting to your stepmother, Queen Rhaenyra, and your father, Daemon, about how you should marry his eldest son, dismissing Jacaerys as an option because of his infamous brown hair. What the Lord didn’t know was that you loved Jacaerys' distinguished curls and his soft brown eyes.

“Watch your tongue as you speak of my betrothed.” Your sharp words echoed throughout the large hall as crimson dripped onto the floor and you approached the fear-stricken man. “For not only is he someone I hold dear to my heart, but he is also your Prince of the Seven Kingdoms and wields a sword better than I.”

“Y/n, that’s enough.” Queen Rhaenyra’s voice cut through your enraged fog, and you felt a familiar pair of hands grip your waist.

You leaned into Jace’s grasp and turned to the queen, who didn’t look angry. Her eyes had a smugness to them, but her face remained professional. Your father, on the other hand, couldn’t contain his smirk, proud of his eldest daughter.

“My queen, I hold you in the highest respect,” you announced, bowing your head to her, then turned back to the crowd of men. “But I don’t tolerate disrespect towards my beloved.” Your eyes narrowed like a viper's with a sharp tongue. “Let this fool be my last warning to you all. As his wound scars over, I want you all to see what the least I can do, because next time I’ll take a note from my father's book and let you keep your tongue.”

The room remained still and quiet as you made sure to look every person in the eye, asserting your seriousness. “Jacaerys, please take your betrothed to her chambers, and we’ll discuss her actions,” she spoke mainly to you, but the sparkle in her eyes told you she wasn’t mad. She was proud that someone stood up for her firstborn.

Jace pressed you against his front, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, his scent washing over you and soothing your rage. “Come, my love,” he whispered softly, his voice calming you, though your hard exterior remained unmoved. Keeping a death stare fixed on the bloody face of the Lord, you allowed Jace to lead you out of the council chamber with a gentle hand on your lower back.

As you both walked down the hallway, silence enveloped you, broken only by the clicking of your shoes against the stone floor. Finally, you let out a loud sigh, releasing your frustrations, and glanced up at Jace, who was walking to your right. His attention was already on you, his lips curled into a knowing smile. He was used to your angry outbursts, especially since he knew he was one of the few (besides your late mother) who could calm you.

“I’m sorry,” you said softly as you both continued the long walk to your wing where your and your sisters' rooms were. “I know you can handle it yourself.” Your blood boiled as you thought of the way the older men looked at him, trying to offer their puny excuse of sons your way. “If I offended you, I apologize.”

A chuckle escaped from the Prince's mouth, making you pause in your step. With quick movements, Jace gently pushed you against the wall between two columns and pressed a heated kiss to your lips. You gasped, and he bit down on your parted bottom lip. “Please never apologize for caring for me,” he murmured, his lips barely leaving yours as his eyes bore into your own. “It doesn’t offend me knowing I have a strong woman by my side, willing to cut anyone down for speaking ill of my name.” Jace kissed you again, and you pressed your hands on his chest, gripping the black tunic with gold embroidery sewn into the fabric.

He pulled away to mumble, “I’m proud to be yours. And I can’t wait until you’re my wife.” His words made you melt like butter because you couldn’t wait either. You smiled up at him with sultry eyes.

“I can’t wait to call you husband.” Jace smiled brightly, pressing you back in for a kiss, making both of you smile into the act like grinning fools.

The kiss brought on a sense of excitement that sent chills down your spine, and a soft, almost imperceptible moan escaped your lips when his hands began to caress your waist.

Hearing your soft moans, Jacaerys dragged his tongue along your full bottom lip, making you part your mouth and allowing his tongue to slip in. Your moans grew embarrassingly louder, but they only drove the prince to kiss you harder.

His hands lowered to your hips, and without warning, he picked you up and pinned you to the wall. Your dress slid up to your thighs, allowing you to lock your ankles together, pulling him close until his groin matched your own. The stone wall was cold against your back, but with your betrothed pressing you against his hard, hot body, you had no complaints. Instead, you arched your back, making his stiffness rub against your core, leaving you craving more of this. More of him.

You could feel Jacaerys breath catch in his throat at the feeling of your body against his, and a small growl escaped his lips as his hips began to grind into yours, and his grip on your hips tightened as his eyes met yours, filled with desire.

“Y/n…we shouldn’t be doing this,” He murmured, but his body continued to betray his words, pressing against you more firmly. “Anyone could see us…”

You slipped a hand behind his head as heat pool in your abdomen and you tugged on his curls making his close his eyes in a short bliss. Your lips curled as you pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth bucking your hips to add friction while your mouth trailed down to his neck pressing mouth open kissed to his pearly skin. “Ivestragī zirȳ ūndegon skoros nykeā sīr called bastard iksos capable hen.” Let them see what a so called bastard is capable of.

A low, almost guttural growl escaped from the Prince’s lips. “Hang va issa, beloved.” Jace secured his grip on you while your hands wrapped around his shoulders, fists clinging to his curls for dear life. “Open,” he commanded. If it were anyone but him or the queen, you would’ve laughed in their face, but for Jacaerys, you’d gladly walk off a cliff if he so desired. Hang on my beloved.

"I'm yours to command, my prince," you responded, your voice low and breathless. You parted your lips, but Jace couldn't help himself and pressed his open mouth to yours. With one hand, he raised your dress higher, his fingers slightly grazing your covered heat before ripping your stockings and excusing your cotton underwear.

When he pulled away, you immediately whimpered but were silenced by his pointer and middle finger shoving their way into your mouth. Your eyes widened at first, but as his brown eyes bore into yours, you began to suck his digits and even swirled your tongue around them. "By the gods, you’re perfect," he began. "And you’re all mine."

He slowly pulled his hand away from your mouth, making sure to caress your bottom lip. With haste, he reached under your bunched-up fabric to tease you slightly by gliding his soaked fingers against the already wet fabric of your undergarments.

"My Prince, please." Jace kissed your lips, hushing you as he pulled your coverings aside and pressed against your mound, sliding into your slick folds. He caressed you up and down, teasing your clit down to your entrance. "Gods."

Your head tilted back, hitting the stone wall in ecstasy as his rough fingers began to circle around your pearl. This wasn’t the first time Jace had touched you there. You both hadn’t been all that patient with waiting until you were wed, but as the honorable gentleman that he is, you hadn’t consummated anything because Jace really wanted to wait until the wedding night. However, that didn’t stop you both from getting your pleasure from other things. If it were up to you, the dragon rider would’ve already had the best ride of his life.

"Jace." You moaned out as he began the motion of figure eights, making your legs shake in delight.

"I love you like this, Princess." His hot breath hit your face as he leaned over you and kissed your parted lips. "When we wed, I plan on taking you in every nook and corner of this palace until you're full of my seed." Your cunt pooled at his words, and Jace could feel how wet you were becoming by the slushing sound his fingers made against your throbbing nerve. "You want that, my beloved?"

Loud moans spilled from your swollen lips as you helplessly nodded, knowing that if you didn’t respond in some way, he’d stop. “Yes,” you managed to get out as your abdomen tightened and your breath hitched, feeling that familiar, eye-blinding sensation start to form. “I can’t wait to be full of your children, letting everyone know what you did to me.” Jace kissed down your neck and sucked on that one spot that made you weak in the knees. “And I want them all to know how much I liked it.”

The prince sucked harder, and without realizing it, you began to yank at his curls, making his desire burn more intensely, especially as your moans increased and became shorter, signaling your very close end. “Cum syt issa, issa jorrāelagon milk issa fingers rūsīr aōha sweetness nyke jaelagon naejot ūndegon ao withering isse pleasure.” Cum for me, my love milk my fingers with your sweetness I want to see you withering in pleasure.

As his fingers continued their steady pace, rubbing against your clit, and his mouth worked against your neck, your body tensed in delight as your orgasm washed over you like a dragon's fire. No words left your parted lips, and you were grateful that Jace pressed his against yours in a kiss, because after that intense pleasure, you just wanted to be engulfed by nothing but him.

"I love you," you whimpered, making his boyish grin return to his face as he slightly pulled his head back to look at you. His hand slipped out from your undergarments, and he pulled your dress back down to cover your exposed thighs, keeping your skin hidden from view.

He sucked his fingers clean before he spoke. “Issa prūmia exists outside issa chest kesrio syt nyke’ve given ziry naejot ao se moment nyke tegon issa laesi va ao.” The brightest smile spread across your face, and as the two of you kissed, engrossed in the love surrounding you, someone clearing their throat made you both pull away like two deer caught by dogs. My heart exists outside my chest because I’ve given it to you the moment I land my eyes on you.

“Aōha valyrīha emagon gotten rōvēgrior, nephew.” Jace's face turned crimson from embarrassment, unlike the oversized pig of a man who had insulted him earlier, whose face was red with blood. Your Valyrian has gotten excellent, nephew.

You glared at your father, Daemon, as the prince carefully set you back on your feet and stood in front of you, nudging you behind him, between the columns. "But could you not corrupt my daughter before the wedding ceremony?" His knowing smirk could be seen over your beloved's shoulder, and he stood tall with his hands laced in front of him.

“Daemon-“ Jace began but your father raised a hand to stop him.

"Please just take her to her chambers before the Queen decides not to marry you a week from today." This news had you clenching Jace's hand, and he smiled down at you because the date hadn't been set yet. "And act surprised when she announces the news to you both, and please, no public displays of your love at least until after the wedding." Daemon shot them a sinful grin before nodding them off and walking past them.

"A week," you whispered with excitement, pulling Jacaerys into a loving kiss, which he returned with just as much enthusiasm. He grabbed your waist, began to pull you from the wall, and spun you around, making both of you laugh with joy.

Hoped you all enjoyed it’s been a while since I’ve written anything but I’m in my Jace era and I’m truthfully scared to be in it because I know my hearts going to be ripped out of my chest.

~ Caroline

[buckets-and-trees]

Camaraderie

Characters/Pairings: raunchy!Bucky x curvy!female reader Word Count: 3.4k Summary: Meeting up with the impossibly hot guy from the thirsty to fuck dating app didn't turn out to be a one-time thing... Hooking up with Bucky Barnes wasn't healthy, and you couldn't quit the habit, but he's so good at what he does, you can't resist the itch for him when it needs to be scratched.

Content Warnings: modern AU, hook up culture/bootycall, established sexual relationship, explicit and rough smut, oral (male and female receiving)/deep throating, 69, vaginal fingering, some overstimulation, multiple orgasms, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, humiliation, degradation (use of "slut"/"whore"), use of "baby" as a term of endearment, praise, general dirty talk, cum play/marking, taking photos, aftercare

Author Notes: This is a follow-up to Parking Lot Chem, but can absolutely be read as a standalone and/or out of order.

Logistical Notes: My September/final offering for @buckybarnesevents Build-a-Bucky-Bingo 23-24 using the ANTI-HERO and AFTERCARE prompts. I'm also submitting this for @steviebbboi's 200 Follower Celebration (kink prompts: oral sex, overstimulation, mild degradation, dialoge prompts bolded) and @mercurial-chuckles's SMUT-BER fest (prompt: marathon session).

↠ Masterlist | Aspen's Ask Box | Field Guide to the Forest

You know you should never text Bucky Barnes.

Daytime you knows he’s horrible for you.

A relationship would go nowhere with him.

You know it. He knows it.

You’ve both been very clear this is only sex.

Dirty, late night hook ups.

The next morning, you’re always resolved that last night was the last time.

But you don’t delete his number.

He gives you space. So much space. There’s no pressure, and that’s one of the reasons you don’t close the door completely.

Sometimes he initiates a conversation, sometimes it’s you. It goes about four to six weeks like clockwork.

And always after midnight.

Tonight it’s you who sent up the bat signal.

YOU: Hey! It’s been a while! How’ve you been?

HIM: Not bad… How’s life for you?

YOU: Also not bad. I moved - pretty close to where you work, actually…

YOU: You working tonight?

HIM: Got a new job actually. Still night shift, but building security downtown.

YOU: Oh, that’s good though, right?

HIM: Better gig, better pay. Still bad hours, but our fun doesn’t have to end…

YOU: Oh?

HIM: Let me come over when I get off and I’ll get you off.

There’s literally nothing romantic about it.

But you’re aching for a good fuck.

And that’s why you agreed to let this man you’ve been hooking up with in the dead of night in a parking lot for the last eight months to show up for a bootycall between two and three am.

Because it was going to be so late, you told him where the spare key was, told him to let himself in, to come to your bed, and to wake you up when he got there.

The forbidden thrill of that arrangement gave you a bit of a second wind, but when you’d tucked yourself back in bed and done a bit of doom-scrolling, your eyes had eventually drooped and you’d dropped into sleep.

You stir a little bit as you are nudged onto your back, but it’s when Bucky starts in on aggressively groping your breasts, having immediately pushed up the silk camisole you put on, that you groan and come to.

Your eyes flutter open, adjusting to the darkness. Bucky's silhouette looms over you, his calloused hands cold against your skin as he roughly kneads your tender flesh. A shiver runs through you, desire pooling low in your belly.

"Missed these tits," he growls, voice husky with desire.

You arch into his touch, your body responding even as your mind struggles to catch up. Bucky wastes no time, his hot mouth latching onto a nipple. You gasp at the sensation, your hands instinctively flying to Bucky's hair. He bites down, just hard enough to make you whimper, before soothing the sting with his tongue.

"Fuck, Bucky," you moan, already breathless.

He releases your breast with a wet pop, moving to give the other the same treatment. He sucks hard, teeth grazing your sensitive peak, and you whimper. His other hand slides down your body, groping at your pussy over your silk shorts.

“You put these on special for me, yeah?” he probes, and you nod. “Such a whore, though,” he continues. So desperate to let me use you that you told a fucking stranger how to get into your house so he could ruin you.”

His words make you clench around nothing, desperate for him to ruin you just like you know he can. Bucky chuckles darkly when you mewl as he grinds the heel of his palm over your clothed clit.

"Such a needy little slut," he murmurs approvingly. "Bet you've been thinking about my cock all night."

"Took you long enough to get here," you whine.

He doesn't respond, just crashes his lips against yours in a bruising kiss. His stubble scratches your chin, sending tingles down your spine. You clutch onto his bulky arms. His mouth is minty - either gum or mouthwash or mints popped at the last minute - but the rest of him just smells like sweat and faint musk. You doubt he even owns cologne. His body and the way he uses yours are why you don’t fight the itch when it flares up for nights like this.

Bucky breaks the kiss, trailing his lips down your neck. He bites down hard where your neck meets your shoulder, surely leaving a mark. You gasp, arching into him.

"Gonna use you so good," he growls against your skin. "Gonna fuck you 'til you can't walk straight."

"God, yes," you moan, spreading your legs wider in invitation.

Bucky hooks his fingers into the waistband of your silk shorts, yanking them down roughly along with your panties. The cool air hits your heated core and you shiver. Bucky's hand slides up your inner thigh, his calloused fingers teasing your sensitive skin.

"Already so wet for me," he growls approvingly as he cups your sex. "Such a dirty girl."

You whimper as he slides two thick fingers inside you without warning, pumping them slowly. His thumb circles your clit, building the pressure steadily. Your hips buck against his hand, chasing more friction.

"Please," you gasp, clutching at his muscular shoulders.

"Please what?" Bucky asks, curling his fingers to hit that spot inside you that makes you lose all shreds of dignity around him.

"Please give me your fat cock, Bucky!” you beg.

He chuckles again. “I bet you’re such a good girl in the day where everyone else can see you, but you crave this - you crave the depraved things I do to you in the dark. That’s why you’re so fast to beg for me already.”

You moan, and your body trembles with anticipation as Bucky's other hand roams over your chest, then grips your neck, rough and possessive.

He squeezes slightly, and you whimper. “Please,” you croak out.

He withdraws for a moment, but you bite back any sounds of protest as you hear the rustling of fabric, clang of a belt, and the pull of a zipper as he quickly sheds his clothes.

He sits back on his heels, looking down at you as you squirm, holding his thick, hard cock. You lick your lips at the sight, your pussy clenching in anticipation. Bucky strokes himself a few times with the hand that had been in your cunt moments before, spreading your wetness along his length.

"Don’t worry, baby," Bucky coos. "I'm gonna give you exactly what you need."

With his other hand, he grips your arm and pulls you down so you lay sideways across the mattress. You’ve only ever hooked up in his truck, so the freedom of space adds an element of mystery to what hell do with you, and you love it. He kneels with thighs on either side of your head, looming over you, and then he slaps your face with his cock.

You gasp at the sudden contact, and he hits you with it a couple more times. Bucky grins down at you wickedly, clearly enjoying your shock.

"Open up, slut," he grunts.

You obey eagerly, parting your lips as he guides his cock into your mouth. He doesn't ease into it, instead shoving himself deep until you gag around his length. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you struggle to breathe through your nose.

Bucky holds your head in place with his thick thighs, his hips pistoning as he fucks your face mercilessly. The wet, obscene sounds of your gagging fill the room, mingling with Bucky's grunts of pleasure.

"That's it, take it all," he groans, pushing even deeper.

You relax your throat as best you can, letting him use your mouth with abandon. He leans forward, pushes your thighs apart, and buries his face in your cunt.

You moan around Bucky's cock as his tongue laps at your folds, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. He sucks hard on your clit, making your hips buck involuntarily. The dual sensations of his thick length stretching your throat and his skilled mouth on your pussy are overwhelming.

Bucky's stubble scrapes against your inner thighs as he devours you, his left hand gripping your hip to hold you in place. His flesh hand snakes up to squeeze and pinch your nipples, sending jolts of pleasure-pain through your body. You whimper and writhe beneath him, struggling to focus on pleasuring his cock as he rapidly brings you to the edge.

"Gonna cum for me, baby?" Bucky growls against your cunt, the vibrations making you shudder. "Want you to cum all over my face while I fuck that pretty little mouth."

You moan around him, the vibrations making him hiss in pleasure. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as he batters the back of your throat, but you don't pull away. You live for these moments when Bucky uses you roughly, treating you like you’re worthless, only a set of holes to be used, because you’re so tired of being good, of working hard, of over achieving, of living up to everyone’s expectations. The only thing he wants from you is your body, and it feels better than any guilty pleasure you’ve ever indulged in before.

Your orgasm hits you suddenly and forcefully. Your body convulses as waves of pleasure crash over you, muffled cries vibrating around Bucky's cock. He doesn't let up, continuing to lap at your oversensitive clit as you writhe beneath him.

Just as it becomes too much, Bucky pulls back, releasing your hips. He slides his cock from your mouth, leaving you gasping for air. Before you can catch your breath, he flips you onto your stomach and yanks your hips up.

"That's one," he growls. "Let's see how many more I can wring out of you before I'm done."

Without warning, he slams into you, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. You cry out, fingers clawing at the sheets as he sets a punishing pace. The wet sounds of skin slapping against skin fill the room in the dead of night.

"This what you've been craving, sweetheart?" he taunts, pulling his cock out and rubbing the head of his it through your folds. "My cock splitting you open?"

"Yes, yes, Bucky!” you sound like a cliché porn star, but you know he loves it, and you don’t care about letting loose and going mindless and dumb around him. He doesn’t expect anything more from you.

Without warning, he slams back into you, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust.

You cry out, the stretch bordering on painful. Bucky doesn't give you time to adjust, he never does. He pursues a punishing pace, and now the headboard bangs against the wall with each powerful thrust.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Bucky grunts, his hips snapping against yours. "You always feel so good around me, baby. Such a perfect little cock sleeve."

His vulgar words send a thrill through you. You moan shamelessly, pushing back to meet his brutal thrusts. Bucky's metal hand grips your hip hard enough to bruise, while his flesh hand snakes around to rub harsh circles on your clit. The dual stimulation quickly builds the pressure in your core.

"That's it, take it slut," Bucky growls, his hips pistoning relentlessly. "You love being used like this, don't you?"

"Yes!" you cry out, beyond shame at this point. "God, yes, Bucky!"

He chuckles darkly, then suddenly pulls out. Before you can protest, he flips you onto your back and hooks your legs over his shoulders. He slides back in with a groan, the new angle allowing him to hit even deeper.

"Wanna see your face when you cum on my cock," he pants, leaning down to lick a stripe lewdly up your face.

"Oh fuck, Bucky!" you cry out as he pounds into you relentlessly. The new angle has him hitting your g-spot with every thrust, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

Bucky's eyes are dark with lust as he watches you come undone beneath him. One hand wraps around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your head swim. The other hand grips your hip bruisingly tight as he jackhammers into you.

"That's it, baby," he growls. "C'mon, don't you wanna be good for me?"

You nod frantically, unable to form words as the pressure builds inside you. Bucky's thumb finds your clit, rubbing harsh circles that have you seeing stars.

"Cum for me," he commands. "Now."

As if your body is conditioned to obey him, your walls clench around him rhythmically, but Bucky doesn't slow his pace. He fucks you through your orgasm, prolonging it until you're a trembling, oversensitive mess beneath him. Tears leak from the corners of your eyes from the intensity.

"That's two," Bucky growls, his hips still snapping against yours. "Think you can give me one more?"

You whimper as he squeezes your throat, starting to restrict your oxygen.

Your head swims as Bucky's hand tightens around your throat, his hips never slowing their relentless pace. The mix of pleasure and oxygen deprivation has you floating, barely aware of anything beyond the stretch of his cock inside you and the pressure of his fingers on your windpipe.

"Answer me," he growls, loosening his grip just enough for you to gasp out a response.

"Y-yes," you croak, your voice hoarse. "Please, Bucky..."

He grins wickedly, releasing your throat entirely. You gulp in air as he hooks his arms under your knees, folding you nearly in half as he drives even deeper. The new angle has you seeing stars, each thrust hitting spots inside you that make your toes curl.

“Let's see how much more you can take."

Bucky's pace becomes even more brutal, if possible. The headboard slams against the wall with each thrust, and you hope your neighbors are heavy sleepers. Every nerve of your body is on overdrive, overwrought.

You're trembling, overstimulated and overwhelmed, but Bucky shows no signs of slowing down. His cock pistons in and out of you relentlessly, the obscene wet sounds of your coupling filling the room as he keeps you folded in half. You're vaguely aware that you're babbling, a stream of "please" and "fuck" and "Bucky" falling from your lips.

His hot breath fans across your face as he looms over you, steel-blue eyes locked on yours with an intensity that makes you shiver.

"Look at you," he growls, voice rough with exertion. "So fucking desperate for my cock. You'd let me do anything to you, wouldn't you?"

You nod frantically, beyond words at this point. Bucky's hand comes down to rub harsh circles on your clit, and you cry out at the added stimulation. Your oversensitive body trembles, teetering on the edge of another orgasm.

"Cum for me again, baby," Bucky commands. "Show me how much of a slut you are for my cock.”

He pinches your clit harshly, and you scream into another orgasm. And still he fucks you as you shake and tremble beneath him. He’s too big and too strong for you to do anything but take it.

He clamps a hand down on your throat again, and your vision starts to blur at the edges as this filthy god moves like a machine above you. The lack of oxygen intensifies every sensation - his cock pounding into you relentlessly, his thumb still circling your oversensitive clit, the weight of his body pressing you into the mattress.

Just as it becomes too much, Bucky pulls out. Your legs fall clumsily to the bed, and Bucky moves so he’s sitting on your chest, straddling just below your breasts, and pinning your arms down to your sides as well. He viciously strokes his cock, grunting for a few more moments, before he groans and shoots his load over your face and chest, ribbons of hot, sticky cum hitting your skin.

You gasp and pant, struggling to catch your breath as Bucky's cum cools on your skin. Your body feels like jelly, utterly spent from the intensity of your multiple orgasms. Bucky sits back on his heels, still straddling your chest, admiring his handiwork.

"Fuck, you look good like this," he growls, voice husky with satisfaction. "All marked up and used."

You whimper, too exhausted to form words. Bucky chuckles darkly, running a finger through the mess on your face and pushing it between your lips. You suck obediently, tasting the salty bitterness of his release.

"Such a good little cumslut," he praises, his other hand trailing down to tweak one of your nipples, making you yip beneath him.

Bucky's weight lifts off you as he shifts to the side, his breathing also heavy.

For a moment, there's only the sound of your combined panting filling the dark room. Then Bucky chuckles low in his throat. "That was better than the truck."

You manage a weak laugh in response, still too overwhelmed to form words. Bucky reaches over and flicks on the bedside lamp, bathing the room in a soft glow. His eyes roam over your body, taking in the full mess he's made of you – the cum on your face and chest, the bruises already forming on your hips and thighs, the way your pussy is still clenching around nothing. He rolls off the bed and roots round in his discarded clothes, then stands once he’s found his phone.

"Hold still," Bucky commands, raising his phone. You hear the click of the camera as he captures your debauched state. "Something for me until next time."

You should protest, should demand he delete the photos. But a part of you thrills at the idea of Bucky having these reminders of you, of looking at them and getting hard thinking about using you again.

He disappears into the bathroom, returning moments later with a warm washcloth. To your surprise, he gently cleans you up, wiping away the evidence of your encounter from your skin. It's an unexpectedly tender gesture from someone who was just fucking you senseless.

"Thanks," you murmur, your voice hoarse.

Bucky just nods, tossing the washcloth aside when he's done. He starts gathering his clothes, pulling them on efficiently. You watch him silently, knowing there was no version of this where he stayed, and honestly you didn’t want him to. You wanted to sprawl freely in your bed and drift away into the few hours of blissful sleep you could steal before having to get up for work and didn’t want to deal with a morning after.

After hunching over and lacing up his boots, he stands, reaches for your hand and pulls you up and to the edge of the bed. “C’mon, get up,” he urges.

Too tired and bewildered to protest, you amble out of bed and follow as he tugs you along, leading you to the bathroom. He turns the shower on, grabs a towel and tosses it over the rod for you. He checks the water temperature, adjusts it slightly, then turns back to you.

He laughs, and you realize your face is broadcasting your confusion. “You’ll sleep better if you shower off the sex and sweat, baby.”

He steals a filthy kiss, licking slowly into your mouth, then ushers you into the shower. “See you next time.”

Next time. The words send a shiver through you, even as your body aches from the intensity of what he’s just done to you.

“I’ll lock the door behind me when I let myself out,” he says.

“Okay,” is all your exhausted mind and body can put together. “Bye.”

“Bye,” he echoes and smirks.

The hot water washes away the smell and grime of the debauchery, soothe your aching limbs, but they don’t wash away the memories of what he did, and you don’t want it to. They go into a collection of how he extracts pleasure from you, and those memories will tide you over for a while on some of the darker nights when you’re feeling particularly horny.

But he’s right.

You won't feel this way in the morning.

But there’ll be another next time, your middle of the night self will win out eventually, you’ll just put it off for a while. Besides, it’s due to be his turn to be he one to break first and put out the feelers for a bootycall.

You won’t say no.

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[shroomdreams]

graargagrggegagaga sharingbmy brainrot about dilf!childe because this mf has me in a chokehold!!! ( tagging @q1ngqve since she's the one who planted dilf!childe in my brain )

i wrote all of this in my notes app thats how unhinged this got

cw: childe being mean, degradation, rough s/ex, p in v, creampie, afab!reader, mating press, fingering, dilf!childe, implied age gap (childe is in his early 40s in this one), power dynamics (you're his personal maid), usage of petnames

imagine being hired as his personal maid. your tasks are relatively simple: keep his home clean, cook him meals, keep track of his letters, do the laundry, so on and so forth. childe's family immediately took a liking to you, as you're an agreeable, hardworking lady. they treat you like their own instead of just being childe's maid. childe however seems entirely indifferent, if amicable to you- he is in no means a bad boss! he just has his duties to attend to, so he can't afford to spend that much time with you. you personally don't mind since it means he can't be around to witness just how much of a lovestruck fool you are when it comes to all things childe.

what you don't realize is that childe thinks about you ever since he hired you as a maid. he fantasizes about how he would take you for himself, how he might tear off that uniform of yours so he can have full acess to your body. childe swears that one day he'll have you warming his bed, he just needs to hold out for just a little bit longer...

one day, while childe is out on business, you happen upon one of his shirts. though you're supposed to wash it for childe to wear later, you can't help but hold it close to you, inhaling the master's scent. it wouldn't hurt to indulge just for once, right? and the lord harbinger wouldn't be back for a while- you can wash off the evidence later. so you find yourself on childe's bed, reaching between your legs while burying your face in his shirt, pretending that he's the one playing with your clit.

meanwhile, childe makes it home earlier than scheduled- he's an experienced man after all. but something is amiss, where is his cute little maid? that's when he hears noises coming from his bedroom, noises that sound suspiciously like his maid. he stays silent as he peers inside, watching as you pleasure yourself while holding onto his shirt. childe restrains himself from kicking open the door and ramming himself into your cunt- he has to punish you first.

you don't realize what's happening at first. one moment you were busy pleasuring yourself, next you find your hands tied above your head with childe's shirt. he sinisterly grins. "so this is what you've been doing while i was gone? such insolence. to think my maid has the guts to do such a lewd act." you cry out as he plunges his fingers in your leaking hole, moaning as he easily bullies your sweet spot.

"such a naughty thing- you're already soaked. you missed your master this much?" childe cooed into your ear, letting out breathy chuckles as he kept pumping his fingers, gathering your slick. but he doesn't let you cum just yet, pulling out his fingers. you gasp, panting as you feel your release dying down while childe rubs your slick between his fingers before hovering them near your mouth. "open wide." your mouth obediently falls open, moaning when childe forces you to taste yourself, sucking on his fingers.

"good, you can still follow instructions. if you'll be good, i'll make you cum. can you promise me that, sweetie?" childe hums, though he keeps his fingers inside your mouth. you can only moan in response. he smiles, removing his fingers. there was barely a moment of respite before childe places his hand at the back of your head, pulling you in for a kiss.

his lips barely relent in their attack, not allowing for a breath of air as he forced his tongue inside, groaning when he felt your own entangling with his. meanwhile, his hands waste no time, unbuckling his belt and pulling down his pants. your breath hitches when you feel his cock sliding between your wet folds, whimpering when his tip catches your clit.

"m-master-"

"none of that, sweetie," childe shushes, pushing your thighs to your chest, fulling exposing your throbbing cunt for him to admire. he feels himself salivate, both at the sensation of your warmth slicking up his shaft and at your lewd expression.

he leans down, laving your neck in kisses as he positions the tip of his dick to your entrance. you gasp, feeling childe slowly rolling his hips and pushing the tip inside. "call me childe. if you can do that- mph- i'll make you cum. can you do that, angel?"

you didn't have enough time to respond before you felt the tip of childe's cock enter your cunny, crying out as you thrashed about. "childe! ah!" you were so wet childe didn't have much trouble in stuffing the rest of his rod inside you, groaning as he felt your warmth pulse and squeeze around him until he bottoms out. he pants, nearly cumming on the spot.

"chiiilde- oh! it's too much..." you whimpered, your body quivering as he rolled his hips, stirring your insides with ease. you sobbed as he drew back, his cock dragging against your sensitive walls before thrusting back in, hitting your pleasure spots with ease. "childe!"

"there you go, you're being such a good little girl for me!" childe shakily laughs, pinching your cheeks as he drew his hips back again, grinning when you yelped as he slammed his hips into yours. his dull, sapphire eyes seem to sparkle when he feels your cunt pulsing around him, groaning as he ground himself deep inside. "hah- i can feel you trying to milk me down there. you've been waiting for this for a long time, haven't you?" childe asks, his voice oozing with condescension as he began a quick pace, his hips smacking against yours as your pussy gushes around his cock.

your moans are like a sweet symphony to his ears as you loop your arms around his neck, shrieking when he pulled his hips back all the way before plunging deep inside. "shit-" childe rasped, as he felt your hole tighten around his cock. tears fill your eyes, crying out his name as your legs trembled from the stimulation.

"did you just cum from that?" you tried to shake your head no, but it isn't long before childe began brutally thrusting in and out of your sensitive cunt. you don't hear the lewd moans and screams coming out from your mouth, drool and tears mingling together as childe keeps pace, driving his cock deep as he groans.

"you- hng! you little minx! you planned this all along, didn't you? ugh-" childe gasped out, his member throbbing as he dutifully rubs the walls of your cunt, reaching down to rub tight circles on your clit. you cry out in alarm, feeling another orgasm fast approaching. "lusting after an older man- how delightfully lewd. haah-" a mad grin graces his features as he starts chasing his high. "maybe i should keep you all to myself and make you my personal cocksleeve! you'd like that, don't you sweetie?"

you don't hear yourself agreeing with childe, mind numb and focusing only on how deep his cock is. his thrusts become even rougher and sloppy, before childe lets out a large groan as he ground his hips super close to yours, shooting his cum deep inside. you come at the same time, wailing as your pussy milked his dick, tears streaming down your face.

childe huffs, pumping his hips a few times before reluctantly removing himself from your cunt, his chest rising and falling as he watches his seed leak from your hole. meanwhile you lay against the bed with a blissed out expression, trying to steady your breathing. you almost flinch when childe leans in and presses a kiss to your cheek, wiping away your tears. "good girl~" he purred, brushing the hair from your sticky, sweat covered face. you sniffle, leaning into the palm of his hand. "i can't believe how lucky i am to have you." childe tugs on the sleeves of his shirt, finally freeing your hands from their prison. "stay here, sweetie. i'll draw up a bath for you."

a few minutes later, you find yourself on the sharing a bath with childe. he hums a snezhnayan children's lullaby as he cleans you, scrubbing your back with a sponge. it's a little strange to be receiving such tender treatment from childe, especially since you are supposed to be the one cleaning him. still, you can't complain, especially when childe kisses you as he lifts you from the bath since you can't exactly walk well after your little session.

"sweetie, how about i give you a promotion?" childe asks, looking into your eyes. "my family likes you a lot, you know. don't you think it'd be a wonderful idea to join them for real?" you look at him with wide eyes, cheeks turning pink.

"you mean...?"

childe chuckles. "you're such a cute little thing, angel. what do you say?"

you immediately say yes, leaning up to kiss childe on the lips, giggling when you feel the stubble on his chin scratch against your face.

a day later, childe sends out a few notices that he's receiving interviews for a new housekeeper while you sit in his lap, kissing his neck and breathing in his cologne. in the end, childe did get you to warm his bed. :)

[beenbaanbuun]

comfort human w/ yeosang

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Everything felt bad

You couldnt really describe it any other way. The way the rain pounded against your window in a way that was so repetitive it hurt your head was bad. The way the usually soft wool of your cardigan rubbed the same spot on your arm over and over and over again was bad. The way your socks constricted your toes was bad.

You would smell the meal you’d cooked earlier, the smell making you want to gag. You’d tried disguising it with a candle, but the sweet scent mixed with the crackle of the wick was enough to make you put it out after just a few minutes. You were left with an even worse mixture of burnt candle and meat and you wanted more than to plug your nose.

If you could, you would simply live in a vacuum. There would be no input from the outside world. Nothing but silence and pressure and the sweet nothingness that would come with being alone… truly alone.

Of course, that wasnt feasible. You didn't know where to find a room where ‘nothing’ existed and so you were left in this limbo where you felt too uncomfortable to exist yet you couldnt do anything about it. You were stuck, living a life that you simply couldn’t live without wanting to tear every folicle of hair from your head.

You recalled having a conversation with your boyfriend about it the first time he ever found you in this state. Yeosang had been nothing but kind, as he usually was, and had sat and listened to you complain about everything for what felt like hours. He didn't say anything, just let you talk and cry and release every negative emotion you had about, well, everything onto him.

He claimed to not know how to help the first time it happened, but him being there was enough. He didnt speak, didnt touch, but you knew he was there and that seemed to make life seem just a little bit easier.

The second time it happened around him, it turned out he’d done his research. Overstimulation was what he called it, and he pulled up his notes app on his phone to show you a long list of things that might help. He let you look through it, picking and choosing the ones you thought might make you feel a little better. Yeosang let you know with a kind smile that if they didnt work then you’d never have to do them again if you didnt want to.

By the end of that evening, there was a smile on your face and the sound of the cars passing by outside no longer made your teeth ache.

In the end, you’d decided that it was Yeosang that helped the most. As long as he was there with his familiar scent and comforting warmth, there was nothing that could truly bother you. That’s what made this all the more difficult.

Yeosang was home right now, with his members at their dorm, but that wasn't always the case. Sometimes he was half the world away and you had to navigate this whole thing by yourself. Of course, your insanely methodical boyfriend had come up with a system to help when he couldnt be with you - a weighted blanket sprayed with his cologne. You had to admit, it helped a little, but nothing could compare to having him by your side. Nothing made you feel as good as when Yeosang was lying next to you.

Tonight, the blanket wasn't working at all. You’d pulled it on top of yourself in the hope that you wouldn’t have to disrupt the games night Yeosang was having with his members. Perhaps it was the fact you knew he was so close that was making it feel worse. Why should you settle for a blanket when your boyfriend was nothing more than a 10 minute drive away from you?

It was selfish, you told yourself. Yeosang didn't exist for the sole purpose of making you feel better. He had his own life outside of your meltdowns, and he’d been so excited for this games night for so long. You wouldn’t forgive yourself if you interupted that.

So you lay there, a pillow grasped tightly around your ears to try and block out the sound of the rain. You were naked, having removed any fabric that might irritate your sticky skin. The blanket was pulled up to your neck,and if it werent for the worry of suffocating yourself, you wouldve had it over your head. All the lights were off and your phone was lay face down on your nightstand. It wasnt anything close to the vacuum that you truly desired, but it was as close as you would get.

So you lay there, everything hurting as you tried to block out the world around you. It wasnt really working but you had to try. You had to-

Your phone rang out through the dark room. It was on do not disturb, but there was still one person you’d allowed to bypass it. Yeosang was calling you.

Your body jolted as you sprung up, desperately feeling around for your phone in the dark room. Your hand eventually found the vibrating object and you turned it towards you. The bright light made you flinch, but you ignored it, desperate to hear your boyfriends voice.

“Baby?” He breathed out as soon as you accepted the call. He sounded panicked, and your mind began to spin. What could’ve happened to make him ring you in such a frantic state?

“Yeosang,” you responded, voice quiet, “is everything okay?”

Your boyfriedn breathed out what you assumed was a sigh of relief.

“Thank God you're okay,” he said, “I’ve been texting you for hours but you hadnt responded. I just needed to know that everything was okay.”

‘Selfish,’ your mind told you. ‘You made him worry about you just because the rain was too loud? You’re a bad girlfriend.’

“Sorry, Yeosang,” you replied, “I just fell asleep.”

He sighed into the phone and you could tell he didn't believe you. Fuck. Now he knew you were lying to him. Trust you to make everything worse.

“Baby,” he grabbed your attention, “I’m going to ask you how you are, and you’re going to tell me the truth, okay? Whatever it is, you can tell me.”

And you knew that. You could always tell Yeosang anything, but that didn't mean you should. It didn't mean that you weren't being selfish when he inevitably left the games night to comfort you instead. You wished there was a way out of this whole thing, but there wasn't.

“I’m not good,” you said. It was the truth, plain and simple, and you knew Yeosang would appreciate that, even if it only made the self-resentment that had been building within you, grow. “I just - I feel really bad, Sangie.”

Silence. Thats all you could hear. You had to assume that he’d muted the call on his side since he hadn't ended it. You wanted to know why, your eyes watering at the thought of what he might be saying to his members behind your back. It was just the anxiety talking, you reminded yourself. It didn't help.

The first thing you heard when he unmuted it was the jingling of car keys ahnd him saying one last goodbye to his members. There was a chorus of ‘goodbye’s back and then the door shut.

“I’m going to stay on the line with you, okay?” You hummed an affirmation. “I know that if I dont then you’ll somehow manage to convince yourself that you’re the devil incarnate, and I cant have my angel thinking that about themself, can I?”

“You really don’t have to,” you whimper, not wanting to inconvenience him any further.

“Oh shush,” he grumbles as his engine roars to life, “you know I'd give the world for you.”

[tau1tvec]

CLARITY RESHADE// FOR TS4 & RESHADE 2

Releasing this bc I'm a bit sick of fidgeting with it, but it's the preset I use in all of my TS4 posts, and a edit of my Cartoon V2 preset to go for a smoother, and softer look.

Like all my presets, I attached the heavier shaders to keys for toggling on and off, the depth shaders esp are quite strong, so I don't suggest playing with those on all the time, esp if you're playing on a more mid ranged PC. The bloom is also pretty strong, so the whitest whites will glow, esp when DoF is on, but hey, you get cool bokeh stars. AO - F6 DoF - F7 These keys might stick, or might not, idk, but I highly suggest you adjust them yourself in the Reshade App if they don't, pls don't blow up your computer for the "aesthetic".

COMPARISON

HOW TO INSTALL

Reshade 2, here's the link to the old binaries if you need them, and you need them, this won't work with any other version of Reshade, and although you can attempt to convert it to another version of Reshade, it likely won't look anything like pictured, as a lot of shaders were lost between 2 and 3.

Download the archive below, unzip, and just move the folder to your Reshade>Reshade>Presets folder.

Then open The Reshade Assistant app that came with the binaries you downloaded, and assuming you've already added your TS4 exe to your Profiles, click onto it in the Profiles tab twice, which will send you to the Presets tab, then click Sims_4_CLARITY twice, then click SAVE at the bottom to apply it.

Now if you aren't familiar with Reshade 2, you'll need to familiarize yourself on how to install it and all that. The only tutorial I know of is this one, which is for TS3, but it all works exactly alike, just locate your TS4 exe instead.

HOW TO UNINSTALL

Simply delete the preset in your Reshade>Reshade>Presets folder, and you'll be free of it.

NOTES

Credit goes to Reshade, and all the amazing people who create shaders for it.

Should you run into any issues feel free to inbox/DM me, and as for my TOU, use and reuse it as you like so long as you don't paywall it, and yes, this includes early access.

Credit would be nice, but isn't expected.

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[kaiowut99]

Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters GX Episode 110 Subbed (Finalized)

(Previously: Episodes 108-109 Subbed [Finalized])

(Check out my Subbed!GX Stream Masterpost!)

TURN-110: Tyranno Kenzan VS Fossil Dragon Jim

Jim Crocodile has noticed an outbreak of strong electromagnetic waves at the Duel Academia. Accompanied by Judai, Johan, Shou, and Kenzan, Jim decides to investigate in the jungle. As they do, some strong electromagnetic waves spring up, causing his crocodile Karen to pounce on Kenzan--and at the same time, the effects of the electromagnetic waves cause Kenzan to forget who he is and pounce on Jim.* This leads to Jim having a duel with Kenzan, and as Kenzan instinctively summons his powerful Dinosaur Monsters, Jim activates his Kaseki Yuugou -- Fossil Fusion Magic Card to summon his Fossil Dragons. *Worth noting that the pre-airing summary text here makes it sound like Karen biting Kenzan and Kenzan lunging for Jim both happened as they're looking around in the jungle, when in the episode proper, Karen biting Kenzan is what gets Jim onto the scene; wonder if that was the original idea in production...

[EDIT, 5/19: Episode reuploaded after correcting two of Cobra's lines near the end, and also fixing an animation error I missed initially with Kenzan's Disk near the end of the episode; details added below the cut.]

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*runs in to post this in Engrish*

Well, mates, episode 110 is now up and finalized! With Season 3 starting off with a couple of two-parters, I figured I'd take a slight breather and work on just 110 this go-round given the multiple two-parters on the way. And it's a good one, as we're introduced more to Jim Crocodile Cook (and his well-done Australian accent in the dub, for some kudos there to 4Kids [some dialogue choices for him (and Kenzan [that's not how Tail Swing works???]) aside]) while also seeing how quickly Judai seems to have recovered after his duel with O'Brien, and we see the debut of Jim's Fossils, which would go on to take a good 18 years or so before finally being printed with some buffs to them; it was always an archetype I liked. Kenzan also just spending a good 3-4 minutes growling was A+ (a shame the dub just made him talk semi-primitively, even if it mostly works), more of Jim's Engrish was just as good, and I liked how Jim and Kenzan came away with some respect for each other by the end after how offended Kenzan was by the Fossil Fusion concept. Fun times!

Animation error-wise, like with 108-109, I mostly did some quality-of-watching touch-ups around split-screens (with some of the fixes I did also allowing me to get rid of some of the ghosting in the footage), though there two card fixes I applied with Kenzan. Details below under the cut as always for the interested!

Quick housekeeping: in case you missed it, I re-released my finalized episode 1 work, as I went back and applied various card fixes that were bugging me and that I've grown to be able to fix, lol. Still shook I first started finalizing everything in 2014... 💀 Currently, I don't anticipate going back to re-finalize anything pre-84, mostly due to the annoyance of cutting/splicing stuff to get around not having the original unreleased scripts I'd keep with the ATK/DEF counter subs and whatnot thanks to a 2022 data drive failure, and hopefully it stays that way. 😅 I also applied a few minor styling fixes to the ending credit subs for 105 and 108 (noticed the text for a few names in the cast lists were scaled inconsistently) and reuploaded those; rereleased episode 1 has been posted on NAC, while re-finalized 105 and 108 will be posted there with 110.

Anywho, enjoy! I'll likely be going back to some TFSP stuff for a bit (in case you missed that news~) and then I'll dip into episodes 111-112 and Manjoume VS Amon; stay tuned!

Fixes/Edits!

As Jim first activates Fossil Fusion, we see the card first before he fades in holding it, but his thumb is missing as his fade-in starts, and then it just appears, fully faded-in, in the next frame even though the rest of him is still fading in. I fixed this in Sony Vegas by masking out his thumb and adding it to the first frame in which Jim starts fading in, then making his thumb fade in with the rest of him.

Later, as Kenzan thinks Dark Driceratops bested Jim's Skullgar, Skullgar turns around and defeats it, causing Kenzan some damage; as he reacts while his LP drop, Jim slides in on a split-screen exclaiming "Bravo!", but his split-screen slide-in starts with his split already about 50% into the shot. After that, Jim sets one card face-down and ends his turn, and as Kenzan opens his eyes and starts to growl while the split-screen ends, Jim's split starts to slide out the frame after Kenzan starts to move. Fixed the first in Sony Vegas by re-doing his slide-in to be more natural and start closer to the edge of the screen, then fixed the second by just removing the one frame where Kenzan has moved but Jim hasn't so that they move simultaneously, holding a frame once the split-screen's over a frame longer to compensate.

As #2 here leads into Kenzan taking offense at how Jim woke his dinosaur out of its sleep to use as a piece for Jim's fossil "freak," he says he'll make Jim pay for that as their match gets going for real; Judai and co look on as Jim and Kenzan stare each other down on a split-screen leading to the eyecatch (the split-screen here cut from the dub, likely for time), but Jim's split slides in unevenly compared to Kenzan's. Fixed in Vegas by redoing his split's slide-in so they both slide in evenly.

Later, after Jim uses Dowsing Burn to take out Sabersaurus, Kenzan reacts as Jim slides in on a split-screen to declare his Sample Fossil summoning, but Jim's split starts to slide in with it already about 50% of the way into the shot. Fixed this in Vegas by redoing his slide-in to make it slide in more naturally, while also redoing Kenzan moving in the background to eliminate the ghosting during this split-screen's forming.

A bit after #4, Jim uses Sample Fossil to dig up Sabersaurus from Kenzan's Cemetery to make a specimen out of it, and as we see its chains working to drag its remains up from the ground, we see Kenzan still has Sabersaurus on his Disk despite it being in his Cemetery. Fixed this first in Photoshop by cleaning up the Monster Zone in question on the shot's first frame, then threw the fixed frame into Vegas, where I then shook it along with the screen for the rest of the shot, also slightly zooming it out and fading it out as the transition from Kenzan into the dug-up Sabersaurus happens.

Shortly after, as Jim taunts Kenzan about his lovely Sabersaurus specimen, Kenzan growls in response; Jim then slides in on a split-screen to say that Sample Fossil's ATK becomes equal to Sabersaurus's, but his split again starts to slide in with 50% of it already in the shot. Fixed this in Vegas by redoing his slide-in so it slides in more naturally, and redoing Kenzan moving to again eliminate some footage ghosting.

A bit later, Kenzan activates his Treasure of Variation card, and as the close-up shot on it transitions into a split-screen splitting apart to show Kenzan behind it explaining its effect, each side of the split-screen jitters slightly in the frame before it properly starts to split apart. Fixed this in Vegas by holding the earlier frame over the jittering frame so that it properly splits apart in the next frame.

After Kenzan's next turn, as Jim wonders if the electromagnetic waves aren't behind Judai and co's exhaustion, he draws another Fossil Fusion; he smiles upon seeing it, but his smile ends up being slightly drawn onto his eye bandages. Fixed this in Vegas by just masking the eye bandages over it to keep his smile off the bandages.

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(9) After Kenzan's Brachion switches into Defense Mode from Jim summoning Skullgios, Jim is impressed by its 3000 DEF; Kenzan slides in on a split-screen to think that there's no way he can hold off an attack from Skullgios, but his split only starts to slide in the frame after Jim starts to move for it, and with it starting about 50% of the way into the shot. Fixed this in Vegas by redoing Kenzan's slide-in to start as Jim moves and slide in more naturally.

(10) As Jim has Skullgios pause its attack on Brachion, Kenzan looks up and wonders why, but as he does, we see that Brachion is on his Disk in Attack Mode despite it just going into Defense Mode. Fixed first in Photoshop as I blanked the Monster Zone in the first frame of the shot, then took it into AfterEffects to add a proxy in Defense Mode, and then took the fixed frame into Vegas to re-pan into the footage, masking in Brachion as it starts to cover the Zone up.

[EDIT, 5/19] (11) After Jim and Kenzan are drained of their Duel Energy, Kenzan shudders for a second or two before falling to his knees panting, but as he does, the end of his Disk (on our right) isn't fully drawn in for the five frames of movement that takes (each lasting 2-4 frames), though it comes back near the end of the shot. As noted here, fixed this first in Photoshop by using one of the initial frames as reference to snip out the end of his Disk and adjust it into place for three of the five movement frames, while I just painted in what was missing for the last two; once done, I threw the fixed frames into Sony Vegas and re-panned them to complete the fix.

[ettawritesnstudies]

9 people I'd like to know better tag

Thanks for the tag @moondust-bard!

current book: I'm about to start reading White Oaks by Jordan King for my indie author interviews/book reviews on my blog, and listening to The Weaver and the Witch Queen by Genevieve Gornichec because I have a road trip to a work conference tomorrow and so I'm going to put that on in the car.

Current fic: I'm not actively reading or writing anything right now, but I have an old friend in the Newsies fandom who's continuing to put out chapters of a 300K+ fic that I love called Something Worth Winning and so I've been meaning to catch up on that. PJean over on ff.net and I think she's got an AO3 now? It's been a while...

Currently watching: Twelve's run in Doctor Who and the Clone wars in rotation.

Next on my watchlist: I'm about the start the new Fallout show tonight! Eric's been playing through the games recently but we've put off watching the show until my edit was done.

Current hyperfixation: I had Rolling With Difficulty as a hyperfixation until I got buried in Runaways writing, so I lost interest for a little bit while I shifted focus onto my work, but I'm hoping to get back into it!

Favorite color: Greens of all sorts!

Sweet, spicy, or savory: sweet, I joke I'm basically a hummingbird in human form.

Relationship status: I just got engaged over Easter! I don't talk a lot about him here because he values his privacy, but my fiance, Eric, has been such a wonderful support through all of my writing and publishing endeavors. We're in the middle of wedding planning right now, and if all goes according to plan, we'll get married next summer, which is right in the middle of all the promotion and distribution work for putting out Runaways in October. It's going to be such a busy (and expensive) year, and I was like "I can push the book release out, I guess :I" but he refused to let me do that because he knows how important it is to me and encouraged me to plan a Kickstarter for the spring like an absolute madman. Yesterday I complained that the formatting programming software I like is only available for Macs but fuck apple and he started looking up how to install a virtual machine without a second's hesitation. He's so wonderful and I don't know what I'd do without him.

Last song: The Old Witch Sleep and Good Man Grace by the Amazing Devil

Last thing I googled: Stegosaurus dinosaur

Skill I’d like to learn: oh god so many. Top of the list right now is songwriting. I've got dozens of lyrics cluttering up my notes app and I'm dreadful at turning them into complete songs. Also Animation!

Best advice: Recently, I've seen a lot of people in my life struggling with the 20-something capitalist-hellscape 1st-world-problem flavor of existentialist-depression and look, it gets to me too, but you guy have got to relearn the virtue of gratitude. On one hand, toxic positivity sucks and you're allowed to bitch and moan about your situation, but doomerism feels infectious and there is so much to be thankful for when you stop and take the time to appreciate what you've been given.

I'm turning into my mom.

[ramblings-of-a-sane-mind]

Let the deceased rest : a rambling discussion of the impermanence of death in fiction, and why we should maybe let our characters go

So listen I didn't roll up onto this app to start writing rambling paragraphs on why I don't know if the constant revival of dead characters in fiction is a good move on our part, but here you are and here I am and I’m about to go off I guess.  To focus in a lens a little bit before we get started, I want to be very clear.  I am using mainly Western media for this examination, that and my own personal experience.  I mean if I really sit here and write as much as I think I might then maybe we’ll get some anime references in here too, but a lot of this is just being looked at through a world coloured by my own individual life and observations. 

But basically it boils down to this.  When I was a little kid and I used to play imagination games with my friends, I always, ALWAYS, wanted my character to die.  Now - to clarify, I did not want my character to die fully.  I was always revived in some mystical way, maybe I was never really dead in the first place.  But I always wanted it to happen.  I would build my story around it, would present it to our little ragtag group of kids running around a field and making up whole worlds to just pass the time, and my childhood friends would roll their eyes and sigh and put up with me.  Which was truly lovely of them because looking back on it now it must have been really fucking annoying.  My brother still makes jokes about it to this day.  

I want to be very clear here.  I wanted my characters to die every single time for one specific reason.  And that was for the revival.  Even as a kid I craved that angst, the emotional response of others looking on, of having to bare the weight of this insurmountable grief, of this terribly sad thing.  But I didn't want it to stick.  I wanted all the emotion without the permanence. The pain and the suffering and the sadness but without the end result of the end being, you know, the end.  

And that has followed me like a shadow into my own writing.  I kill off characters for the pain it inflicts onto others, for the growth that it will cause, and then I bring them back for that additional emotional release - the completion of the circle.  You take the pain and you hold it without breaking and eventually the reward of the resolution will come.  The suffering is worth it because the joy at the end is all the sweeter for it.  

And I am not an outlier in this mindset.  Everywhere you look in film, in television, in books, we think very similarly.  The death itself is painful, but Death has no weight in an unreal world.  Look here they are again, the person you missed - and yeah maybe they’re a little different, a little worse for wear but you have them back again.  Their people have them back again.  And we can all move on in healing together, instead of trying to piece ourselves back together with an absence so gaping you can't even see the other end of who you are.  

One of my closest friends has gotten back into Star Trek recently, which means that I have been listening to facts about the show, about the books, about the films, almost nonstop.  We watched the films together recently (the new ones not the old ones don’t come for me) and Kirk dies.  In the original it’s Spock, but the results are for the most part the same.  They die, some stuff happens, they come back.  And that was really when I started thinking about this as something so pervasive in our culture, in the way we view the world.  People come back more often than now.  Stranger Things - a hugely popular show known for it’s violence, it's willingness to throw it’s characters into brutal situations and to make sure that some don't walk out - is another with that kind of motif.  SPOILERS in case you haven't seen the fourth season, but basically a well liked and popular member of the main group of characters - Hopper - ‘dies’ at the end of the third season.  He leaves behind a touching note for his adoptive daughter and the scene is so raw and heartbreaking because you know he’s gone.  That that letter is what she has left of him, and those words are what she is going to have to hold onto.  It doesn't feel like enough.  It isn’t enough.  And that’s what makes it real.  It’s what causes an emotional response in people, the truth that we are witnessing.  However, in the very next season, we see that there was no need for such a devastated response, because here he is, back again and maybe a little worse for wear, but alive.  We get to see him reunite with his daughter, get to vicariously live that relief with her, get to feel the joy in the reunion.  

But that isn’t how it works, is it?  And this, I think, is the very crux of what I have been spending so many words trying to get to.  Because even now, there are days where I think about what life is going to be like when my dad comes back. Where I imagine the moment in my head, shape it from all sides and hold it there, a perfect image of a moment that will never happen.  Because my dad is dead.  He has been dead for nearly five years now and Death is unshakable in its endlessness.  No matter how may shows I watch or books I read or stories I write where the characters come back, where it's all ok, where the pain is fucking worth it, that won’t happen for me.  Because he is gone and that is that.  

I sometimes regret how much I read as a kid.  The worlds I was a part of, the stories that I absorbed became facets of who I am now, and I was reading where at the time it was hugely popular to revive a character.  Maybe they were a fan favourite.  Maybe they were part of a twist.  Maybe they were never really dead at all.  But any which way, there is a part of that mindset that has rooted itself in my psychology, and it is something so hard to fucking shake.  Because why would I want to?  There's relief in knowing that maybe I’ll get to see someone I love again, even if all they are is words on a page, a creation of someone else's mind.  And I think if done well, done rarely, this revival is something that can be beautiful.  That can have all the impacts intended and leave everyone, the creators, the observers, the characters themselves, contented with how it ends.  But again I think that the quantity with which these revivals occur? The commonplace nature of them?  I think that’s what fucks me up so bad, what makes it difficult for kids like me to separate what is fiction from what is reality.

Or maybe it’s just me.  Maybe it’s just been me all along.  But either way, I really try to take a step back as I write from now on, try to take a deep breath and think to myself before I bring someone back.  Is this what is right for you?  Or is this because I myself am afraid of losing you?  

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Happy Saturday! Here’s a review of “The Outlaws Scarlett And Browne” by Jonathan Shroud!

Hello, Tumblrians! Whilst we may not be nearing our 20th Tumblr Review yet (although the combined superpowers of my depression and my ADHD may get us alarmingly close to that goal in a short period of time if I don’t exercise restraint and stick with the 3 books per week thing), it is a special occasion nonetheless! This marks my 13th review! I don’t know if any of you guys know this, but 13 is my favorite number!!! (I like the supernatural/superstitious connotations with it. Mysterious!) (and partially out of spite, I like to think of it as lucky. Not that we’ll need that for this review, anyhow.)

Anyhow! Time for my personal favorite section, presumably your least favorite: 💫Book Backstory Time💫, the segment in which I explain how I encountered a book, a la Blob Of Text On A Recipe Before The Actual Recipe! I found out about it from Mellowkotto’s stories on Instagram, particularly when they talked about the bank robbery scene at the beginning. For some reason that was enough to sell it to me(which is so funny, because they just talked about liking Scarlett), and I ended up talking about the book to my mom because I’d put it on my notes app TBR. Didn’t catch onto why she asked at least twice or thrice for the title despite her only reading nonfiction books, but she messaged my mildly rich grandfather who gets my brother and I annual Christmas gifts, and swear I remember I opened up a December 2021 Christmas present to find it inside! (Goodreads lists a different release date for that?! Maybe it’s just the UK version or something, I live in the U.S. and it probably was put out at a different time. Plus, my copy has a different cover than the one I put under my “Read” folder/shelf.) I read the first fifty or so pages that night by the light of a Skittles-scented candle, and got to 100 or so by the end of winter before being a little burnt out and stopping. That was before I had a consistent reading schedule, though! Once I got one in 2022, I read a bit further until I forgot about it in my reading queue that was full of library books(literally the only reason I read fast haha), until I basically cleared that up this year and finished it! So it has technically taken me over a year to read this book. Lovely.

The Outlaws Scarlett And Browne is the first in a trilogy(only 2 books are out at the moment), following young adult crook Scarlett McCain. She’s on the run after committing a bank heist(which is slightly unusual for her because the stakes brought on by being chased by the law after just robbing a small bank are weirdly high?), and whilst doing so she encounters a boy around her age named Albert Browne. How did he end up the only remaining person in a bus that got completely totaled? Scarlett doesn’t know. But he tags along, and whilst they flee from the law through the woods, it seems like Albert’s hiding a lot of things from her. Is he a threat? Is he as he seems? What even is he hiding that makes officials so eager to catch him, and why is he wanted? Again, Scarlett doesn’t know. But she’s about to find out when they hesitantly form an alliance of sorts that develops into a friendship.

To be honest, I knew nothing about Jonathan Stroud until I picked up this book. Lockwood & Co., while not being his debut series, was by far his most popular (and no longer has a niche audience now that the Netflix series is out), and that’s kind of all I knew about? Ghost stuff and teens. And before that there was a different series that flipped magical realm morals on their head, and got him in the public eye(Barthemius, was it called? Some distinctly European fantasy name like that). So that set a lot of peoples’ expectations for this book very high, and many believed it didn’t deliver on that because it wasn’t as strong or original as some of his other works. I can’t comment on it that much, as I have no other works of his I can go off of, but I do think the overall world just doesn’t stick out for me.

Firstly! The plot, while interesting, didn’t really have anything I was all too surprised by. It felt like other things I’d find in other novels: a heavy reliance on “biological perfection” and the extreme lengths went to preserve that(albeit they were barely shown for this book, only mentioned frequently and remaining a looming threat), futuristic European setting (divided England was an interesting concept though, and London being split up into the islands for the refugees to inhabit), guy with secret dangerous powers that are probably enough for the FMC to worry about if their motives are unclear. (Here though, Maroon’s dynamic—the ship name for Albert and Scarlett, get it because scarlet and brown(e) make maroon—is left up to interpretation as to whether it’s strictly platonic, or a romantic thing, something worth nothing because that last bit is usually something an FMC is drawn to in a romantic subplot.) It was also simultaneously the first and not the first fantasy dystopia-ish novel I’ve read?! (I started it a year before The Belles, but finished it afterwards.)

With that said, though, there was one welcome change of pace I enjoyed: the lack of gender stereotypes with our main characters? While Scarlett faces some sexism during the book, her femininity isn’t used as a way to paint her out to be “less than”, nor is she automatically reduced to a “Not Like Other Girls” archetype by putting other women down for being “too girly”(something that might happen, with an action heroine written by a straight male author). Albert was also one of my favorites!! He’s unashamedly that person who posts about “haters being jealous of his childlike wonder”(please don’t take this literally it’s a meme reference, social media does not exist in TOSAB lmao), but then he..sometimes kills people too lmao?!?! Morally reprehensible ones, granted, but he’s still doing it with his volatile abilities and it does get suspicious the sheer number of foes trying to track him down(which is due to his abilities, he can make things go ka-bloom if he gets too scared, and he can also read minds without the tiring emotional outtake). I loved his duality as it was humorous at times, and that he was written to be more like a young adult than a stereotypically “guyish” or “manly” deuteragonist. 

(Shoutout to Joe though, for trusting Albert with Ettie because he’s good with kids, even though he has abilities that could accidentally kill her, and not trusting Scarlett with her because she’s not good with kids even though she’s just some powerless person who’d have to put physical effort into harming Ettie lmao. Saw a reader point out the irony in that, though it was funny in hindsight.)

Him and Scarlett were solid protagonists, too! It took a bit for Scarlett to warm up to Albert, but by the end of the book they cared a lot about each other, and it was sweet to see that both in how glad they were the other person was still alive, and how Albert took a page out of Scarlett’s book and was inspired to stand up against Dr Calloway(the scientist who’d been abusing him for years). (Heck, the two even decided to briefly take care of their companion’s granddaughter together! The moment in that sketchy building where they’re trying to calm down Ettie and lead her back to the boat so she doesn’t get eaten by monsters is my favorite part.) They also had distinctive personalities, which contrasted in a way that made their dynamic interesting. Their banter was interesting! (I giggled a few times but Scarlett definitely went a bit too far in some of her insults before she warmed up to Albert, like..girlie was out of left field once in the book particularly, and I think people who’ve read it will know when💀)

Anyways. Conclusion is, I thought this book was okay. Had I not been brought here by a pre-established Shroudverse fan, I probably wouldn’t have enjoyed it as much! About 1/3rd through, I relied on the guidance of My Chemical Romance’s music in order to give me motivation to reach the halfway point. Perhaps Shroud’s other books are stronger in themes and plot, but at least the characters stuck. (I’ll give that to him, he can write MC dynamics well.)

Book rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️/5 stars. (This rating’s a versatile one, I’ve realized? Some 3 star books are mediocre, others are enjoyable but lack a few things to make them amazing.)

~Paz, signing off!

(Book content/trigger warnings: Some instances of physical/emotional abuse,  frequent mentions of ableism and slavery(the latter is not racial and isn’t described on page), general violence like guns and a bit of blood, sexism/misogyny.)

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These Three Weeks in "Time & Again" #25: More Cover Arts, More Thoughts, More Everything - But NO MORE Legacy Editions! ☝

It's been a while since I posted the last update on how things were going with "Time & Again". A lot has happened. First and foremost, prep for GPop Culture Fair. Damn, I'm looking good I'm excited. Truly. I've never done anything like that before, and I'm beyond happy to be presented a wonderful opportunity to let everyone know about my crazy kiddos 😱. I want to make them famous!!! Because prep to GPop has been one of the biggest chunks of my artistic activities lately, there's not much to report on the matter, because, well, it's self-explanatory. The booth setup, decorations, designs, etc. I might post some photos later on if possible.

Now, friendly folks, here's the biggest news for today:

The Clean Cut Editions of "Time & Again" are finally available on GlobalComix and Itch.io to read and buy! 🥳🥳🥳🥂🍻🦆

(why is there a cute duck? I dunno. Because Frosty is a bird nerd, that's why 🙃 I have 4 birding apps on my phone; how many do you have? 😁)

Just a quick reminder: Clean Cut Editions of "Time & Again" are updated, slightly expanded editions of the graphic narrative that has been proofread anew, as well. Each chapter now comes with a special section of commentary, which is optional to read, for those of you who want to go down the "completionist" route and 100% all of these tiny little easter eggs and mysterious interconnections within the chapters 😁. It also contains some insight on the chapters' development. Here's the old announcement post for the Clean Cut Edition, if anyone's interested to refresh the memory.

Also as a quick reminder: legacy editions are no longer accessible. They're gone. Forever. And that makes me incredibly happy 😁 Because the Clean Cut Editions are definitely superior.

Might be necessary only to the most dedicated fans, but to clarify what kind of metamorphoses the chapters have undergone for the Clean Cut release, here's a little improvised list:

As already mentioned above, "Notes, Commentary & Hints" for every chapter as a part of bonus materials;

Chapter 4 has been expanded and now includes 2 extra pages of purest shapeshifting idiocy craziness (more about how I worked on that addition is in this post);

Chapter 4 now has a completely different epigraph that better matches the idea of the chapter and sets the tone for the story that awaits ahead (yup, I most certainly do not miss the old ridiculous one);

Some bonus materials have been rearranged or partially swapped to ensure the reader's enjoyment (especially in Chapter 4);

Extra SFXs have been added for the better impression and consistency;

The placement (and sometimes design) of certain speech bubbles across all first 4 chapters has been corrected to improve the looks; the text arrangement within the speech bubbles has been corrected accordingly, as well;

All the dialogues have been proofread, and the shameful typos are now removed (hopefully all of them);

Minor tweaks to art (unfilled pixels filled, missing detail added/modified, artist's epic fails corrected 🤦‍♀️, etc.);

... And some other, super minor stuff that was important to me to correct even though the readers might not even notice.

As you might've guessed, YES: that was a lot of work for me this year. And it was 100% worth it. I am happy.

The next important announcement for today is that I have completed the cover art for Chapter 6.2.

I cannot show it just yet, because it contains major spoilers to the story - so you'll have to wait a bit 😁

Now, onto a somewhat sad part. With all my life endeavours, and the fair preps, not to mention THAT TIME OF THE YEAR approaching (you know, the time that most retail workers as well as the buyers themselves seriously dread, lol!), it is becoming quite clear to me that it's very unlikely I will be able to finish my work on Chapter 6 this year. I probably will be lucky to finish up the lineart alone by the end of December... But as I said before, I don't exactly have them deadlines. And timed levels are my worst nightmares. Screw timed levels. So I'll simply do whatever I can 😁

My next objective in "Time & Again" Chapter 6 development is to draw all the panels and to arrange all the text boxes and speech bubbles properly on every page.

So, basically, the main body of work on the chapter starts from now on. And that is going to be... an adventure. Yup. Because Chapter 6 will be different. Oh so different. I truly hope it's gonna be the most creative chapter of all in the series.

And before I wrap it up for today, I want to expand on some techy stuff that I touched in the previous post. I mentioned that creating a timelapse video through Krita Recorder produces an odd flicker in random moments which makes the video highly unenjoyable. When I checked out the folder containing the snapshots, I've noticed that there are some files that are solid white with no art on them. Just empty white spaces. Manually deleting the weird white snapshots forces Krita to fail the conversion of the video; it doesn't automatically skip missing frames, it simply gives an error and, well, gives up on life. While I found no clue on the genesis of the empty white frames - seems that it's just a glitch in Krita for now - I have indeed found a resolution! 🥳 Unfortunately, it's not super straightforward and, to make it even worse, it requires some extra work on the artist's part (and the artist is already busy enough, but whatever will you do?.. everybody knows that the artist's life is very hard, lol). But it works!!! And let me tell you how! I came across this post on the forum that described the exact same issue I had. The comments below have a link to a GitHub repository that contains a handy tool called Rebecca's Krita Tools. What one must do is to simply follow the instructions to install the plugin (BTW, I've never installed plugins directly from GitHub before! That's super handy!). After that, you head directly to the location of your recording snapshots, and you have to manually go through all the snapshots to remove the white empty files. After that is done, run the script called Reorder Image Sequence in Krita, select the folder that contains the snapshots - and MAGIC HAPPENS! The frames are all renamed, and you can create a timelapse now! Without flicker and epilepsy warnings!

... So I manually went through all the 11300 frames of the recording I made when working on Chapter 6.1. cover, and then I did the same for the next one.

My workspace for the manual clean up looked approximately this way:

Cool, eh?! EH???!!! I will repeat again: there were 11300 frames that I had to manually look through, with my very own set of eyes. I will brainstorm a way to automate this process somehow in the future. That's why, I think, we need help of AI - for the situations like that that require little to no real creative involvement, for techy stuff that might be difficult to do programmatically and/or manually. To help the artists deal with annoyances faster, so that they could create more art in the meantime!!!

And I was finally able to create a good video. And I will be able to optimize it to be posted on YouTube in the future. Sweet!

I should write a feature/ bug fix request on Krita forum concerning the issue. I hope that Recorder glitch gets a fix in one of the new versions of Krita. But for now, we have a perfect - although a bit time consuming - solution 😁 But that will do for now.

Time to wave good bye. See you next time! 👋 And that will be after GPop 🎨🤪🤩

P.S. Before THAT TIME OF THE YEAR, Halloween is approaching fast. We're already prepared. Das ist gut. Alas, this time I will not produce light not produce a new Halloween artwork. I've noticed I already have plenty. I have ideas swirling in my head, but I don't think I have enough time to fiddle with that on top of everything that's been happening lately.

But I've been playing some little horror games to stay in the mood - and to discover my new sparks (well, in some cases to improve my Spanish, too, because ¿¡por qué no?!). Amongst all, Harvest Festival 64 and Feet In The Snow especially stand out. Those were very different from one another, very captivating short adventures, very well worth experiencing. I highly recommend.

P.P.S. Oddly for me... not many references to music and video games in this post. Hmm. Something is surely off... I blame Lothar. It's always Lothar's fault after all. [that urgently requires a comedy one shot]

P.P.P.S. Added a couple more references to enforce the stylish continuity of my blog posts. Yaaaay! 🥳

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When his boyfriend referred to him as being Timothy’s slut, those eyes widened and found his because he did not once think that about him. He simply fell into it with the man. Kon had explained that… perfectly. Timothy was a bit surprised by it, but in the best way, that had him telling Kon a compliment on it before he teased about the BDSM videos. In reality, Timothy still had no idea what he was walking in on, but there was the trust that they both talked about in knowing Kon-El would be there to explain. 

The hum in his head had every muscle relaxing. “Yeah, it would be cool, Kon. And sexy to see you naked stroking a guitar one early morning.” Lips pressed to those curls, nostrils inhaling the scent uniquely Kon. “Everything but the temper is perfect. I’ll be here to help.”

His hand rose to untuck Kon’s face from his neck so that they could see each other’s faces again. “That’s big, Kon. I would love to meet her. I’ll link you to my schedule app so you can see a time that works best for her.”

“Wait, one more.” Timothy reached those hands down to Kon’s ass, caressing and holding it close as lips pressed a firm kiss to his mouth. Then he was released, Timothy satisfied to have gotten in another bit of affection before getting up to find his clothes… again. Once dressed, he headed to switch in the bathroom with Kon, resisting the urge to pinch his butt and failing as the man floated by. Body relieved, hands washed, and bathroom checked to make sure nothing was leaking, dripping, or in need of a hose down so that they had no issues when returning at a later time. 

Sandals were traded in for shoes that would not fly off when they were in the air. “I haven’t seen this look in years. It is a hot piece of nostalgia.” Arms went up around Kon-El’s neck, leaving his body limber so his boyfriend could carry him, which was easier. As they left the island, he looked over Kon-El’s shoulder to watch the lights grow small and fade. The air changed, growing colder but his arms shifted under Kon’s jacket to keep warm as he asked what the man wanted for their apartment together. Him. “That is a given.” The top floor was a good idea and one he noted when they started looking. “And big enough for you and Krypto to float in.” 

The rest of the trip was idle conversation, Timothy simply wanting to soak up more time with Kon-El and not wanting him to be lonely on this flight. When he entered Bludhaven, all that old weight slowly settled on his shoulders. His mind started running down a list of everything he had to do tomorrow, though he did not say anything out loud. He watched Kon-El flop onto the bed and pondered, doing the same. The battle was lost as that appeal was much better than the shower, which would be put off for tomorrow morning. He climbed onto the bed to pluck the glasses carefully from Kon-El’s face and on the side table for safety. The jacket was peeled off next and hung up. The combat boots damn near wore him out to get off, and the rest of his clothing was left on to be dealt with later. Timothy remained in his, only removing those shoes.

Lights were turned out so only those from the city twinkled in the open windows as he made his way to the bed, climbed back in and laid on his stomach, an arm wrapped around Kon-El. Those soft snores lured him to sleep not long after. 

FIN.

"Are you sure planning isn't one of yours?" Kon teased, knowing how invested Timothy could get in strategy and how his creativity flourished upon making them. "I don't think you'd enjoy being humiliated, babe. You have enough self-esteem issues already, to be able to find it sexy you have to be able to separate it from reality. Like, how you painted me a few minutes ago. That was hot to me, despite you finding it disrepectful - maybe, even in spite of that? The fact that you found it degrading, made me feel degraded, and I liked it even more because of that. But afterwards, it took me a hot minute to remember that I'm more than just your slut, I'm also your boyfriend. I could be wrong, but I don't really think that's your vibe. What I like about humiliation is I'd normally fight anyone who tried to do that. Hell I'm known for smack-talk myself. I like it when you turn it on me. Keeps me on my toes. It's just another act of submission really."

"If you really want, we can give each other lists of words we consent to being used. That'll give you a feel for how hard to hit and it'll give me an idea of what to avoid." Kon pressed gentle kisses to his neck again, deliberately not marking - instead pressing his lips to soothe instead of harm, settling in between his boyfriends legs with ease. "But we're still going to watch those videos. Because they're hot." He smiled against the crook of his neck.

He listened to Timothy's questions, humming as he tried to think of their answers. "Learning to play the guitar would be pretty cool." He was fairly confident Tim already knew he wanted to learn more about him. That was the point of the questions. "Guess I just need to find a musician and tap into their brainwaves." "Girl, what are you talking about I'm perfect." He mock-huffed before descending into giggles. "Work on my temper. I know I snap easily." "I'd like to introduce you to Ma. There's no time for that tonight now though, it's late and you know farm life, gotta get up way early. I'll drop by tomorrow to pick up my suit and tell her all about you." "Okay, we better get moving before I decide to sleep right where I am." Kon mumbled, resisting the urge to snuggle closer. He got up reluctantly and headed to the bathroom to take a quick piss before washing his hands, and heading back out to put on the white shorts only to find them missing. He laughed when he saw a glimpse of white poking out of their bag. He grabbed some fresh boxers, a pair of ripped jeans and an 'S' crested black shirt before grabbing his jacket and tying on his combat boots. Shades came last; that darker tint of the world a familiarity he'd missed during the weekend. He grabbed the packet of cigarettes on the kitchen counterand stuffed them into the bag as well, zipping it up once they were ready. He pulled it over his shoulders and held his arms open for Tim to jump into. When his boyfriend did, Kon floated out to the balcony, closing it behind them with his telekinesis and locking it with the same ability.

He soared into the warm Hawaiian air for the last time, the islands fading behind them as he flew at a fast but steady speed, keeping the altitude low enough to be safe for Tim. Surprisingly, his boyfriend didn't fall asleep this time - instead talking to him on the way back to Bludhaven. Maybe he was afraid that Kon would struggle to stay awake if he didn't? He had yawned after standing up from the bed - using his abilities plenty throughout the day, body still recovering from the intrusion earlier. Tim had asked Kon what he wanted in an apartment, to which Kon had playfully retorted "You", before taking the question more seriously. He'd eventually settled on asking for one on the top floor of wherever they'd end up staying, explaining that people might see him or Krypto otherwise (who was decidedly less subtle) and it wouldn't be good for Tim's identity. When asked if he wanted his own room or them to share one, Kon answered share, explaining that if he didn't want to share a bed with him for any reason, he'd probably need some space from the apartment as well. He pressed a kiss to his forehead, trying to reassure him that he'd be back when he was ready. Finally, he teased that it needed to be big enough for a house party. As he landed by the bedroom window, Kon opened it telekinetically and waited for Tim to step inside before following. He set the bag down, then flopped onto the bed, seemingly uncaring that the sheets weren't fresh, not even bothering to take off his shoes or shades.

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Flum Vape Near Me: Your Go-To Guide for Flavorful Puffs

Ever embarked on an epic quest to find that elusive "Flum vape near me"? Well, buckle up, fellow flavor-chasers, because you're about to dive into a hilariously detailed guide that will not only pinpoint where to snag these delightful devices but also sprinkle in a bit of fun. Whether you're a vaping veteran or a curious newbie, this article will ensure your journey for the perfect puff is anything but boring. What's a Flum Vape Anyway? Ah, the Flum vape, a veritable beacon in the foggy world of vaping gadgets. With its sleek, minimalist design, it's not just a treat for the taste buds but a feast for the eyes as well. Imagine a device so elegant that it could probably get into swanky nightclubs without a second glance. But let's talk flavor—oh, the flavors! You've got options ranging from the smooth subtlety of Cool Mint to the exotic zest of Tropical Delight. Each puff is like a symphony, with notes that dance vividly on your palate, leaving a lingering taste that begs for an encore. It's this kind of sensory pleasure that sets Flum vapes apart from the garden-variety vaping devices cluttering up the market. But the allure doesn't stop at aesthetics and taste. No, sir! Flum vapes shine in the convenience department as well. Picture this: you've just bought a new gadget, and you're eager to try it out. With many devices, you'd be fumbling through a manual, filling tanks, and waiting on charges. Not with Flum! These beauties come ready to use—no charging, no filling, no fuss. Just unwrap, inhale, and enjoy. This hassle-free approach is perfect for the vape enthusiast who values time and simplicity. Whether you're a busy professional, a social butterfly, or just someone who'd rather not wrestle with tech, Flum vapes offer a plug-and-play solution that gets you vaping faster than you can say "flavor explosion." The Quest for the Closest Flum Vape: A Local Adventure Indeed, embarking on the hunt for a Flum vape can sometimes make you feel like an explorer in the vast vaping wilderness. Imagine yourself, equipped with nothing but determination and a smartphone, navigating through the concrete jungle in search of that precious puff. The best starting point? Your local vape shops. These places are the hidden gems where Flum vapes are most likely to be found. Each store is like a new level in a game, each with its own set of rewards (read: flavors and models). Just step right in and ask for a Flum vape; you might be surprised at the variety that awaits. But what if your local shops are more barren than fruitful? Fear not! Technology is here to save the day. Whip out that phone and let Google Maps or Yelp be your guide. These apps are like your loyal sidekicks, ready to pinpoint exactly where your next Flum vape might be hiding. Just type in "Flum vape near me" and watch as these digital wizards churn out a list of locations, complete with directions, user reviews, and even photos. This way, you can virtually scout each location, making your quest not only efficient but practically foolproof. The search for a Flum vape becomes less of a wild goose chase and more of a targeted treasure hunt, with victory just a tap away. Online Oasis: Finding Flum Vapes in the E-commerce Desert Stepping into the digital realm opens up a universe of vaping possibilities, transforming your elusive Flum vape hunt into a simple click-and-order operation. Imagine lounging in your favorite chair, hot beverage in one hand, while with the other, you surf through the vast expanse of the internet. Online shops like Direct Vapor and VaporDNA specialize in all things vape and often feature the latest Flum models. These sites not only offer detailed descriptions and specs but also user reviews that can guide your choices. However, venturing onto larger platforms like eBay and Amazon broadens your horizon even further. Here, the marketplace is bustling with options, from the newest releases to possibly some discounts on older favorites. The key to a successful online purchase is vigilance—scrutinize seller ratings and read customer reviews like a detective examining clues. This approach helps ensure that what arrives at your doorstep is a genuine delight, not a disappointing faux. Thus, with a little savvy navigation, your quest for a Flum vape online is not only convenient but also securely within your control. The Price of Puffing: Budgeting for Your Flum Vape Navigating the financial landscapes of the Flum vape market is akin to finding a bargain at a treasure trove—it requires a keen eye and a bit of strategic planning. With prices typically ranging from $15 to $25, Flum vapes are an affordable luxury for many, but savvy shoppers know that the best deal requires a comparison. A stroll through local shops can give you a tangible sense of the product, allowing you to inspect the Flum vape’s quality and aesthetics firsthand. This hands-on approach not only satisfies the tactile experience but also provides immediate gratification. However, don't underestimate the power of online shopping when it comes to price comparisons. Numerous websites allow you to quickly compare prices across different retailers at the click of a button. Often, online stores offer special discounts, bundle deals, or free shipping that local stores might not match. Furthermore, subscribing to newsletters or setting price alerts can lead to savings that make this investment even more worthwhile. Remember, investing in a Flum vape is not just about purchasing a product—it’s about investing in countless moments of pleasure, far more economical than some fantastical pursuits like unicorn adoption! Conclusion Embarking on the quest to find a "Flum vape near me" involves a blend of excitement and practicality. These devices, known for their sleek design and array of flavorful options, stand out in the vaping market for both their aesthetic appeal and user-friendly features, including being pre-filled and pre-charged for immediate use. When searching locally, checking out vape shops and utilizing digital tools like Google Maps and Yelp can simplify your search, making it a fun and less daunting adventure. For those preferring to shop from the comfort of home, online platforms such as Direct Vapor, VaporDNA, and larger marketplaces like eBay and Amazon offer a broad range of Flum vapes, often with the added benefits of customer reviews and competitive pricing. Cost-wise, Flum vapes are relatively affordable, typically ranging from $15 to $25, and it's wise to compare prices to find the best deal. Whether buying in-store or online, ensuring you get a genuine and satisfactory product enhances the overall value of your purchase, making the hunt for a Flum vape not just a shopping trip but an exciting pursuit of vaping satisfaction. FAQs 1. What flavors are available for Flum vapes? Flum vapes come in a wide variety of flavors, appealing to all taste preferences. Some popular choices include vibrant vanilla, piquant peach, cool mint, and tropical delight. These flavors are designed to provide a rich and immersive vaping experience, ensuring there's a choice to suit everyone's palate. 2. How long does a Flum vape last? The lifespan of a Flum vape depends on the model and how frequently it is used. Generally, a single Flum vape can last for approximately 3000 puffs. This makes it a convenient and long-lasting option for casual vapers as well as more frequent users. 3. Where can I buy Flum vapes? Flum vapes can be purchased at local vape shops, specialty stores, and various online platforms. Websites like Direct Vapor, VaporDNA, eBay, and Amazon stock Flum vapes and often offer a range of models and flavors. Using tools like Google Maps or Yelp can help locate the nearest retail store that carries them. 4. Are Flum vapes rechargeable or refillable? Flum vapes are designed for convenience and are neither rechargeable nor refillable. They are ready-to-use devices that come pre-filled and pre-charged, eliminating the need for maintenance and making them ideal for users seeking ease and simplicity. 5. How do I know if an online seller of Flum vapes is reputable? To ensure you're buying from a reputable online seller, check for customer reviews and ratings on the product page. Additionally, look for sellers that provide clear product descriptions and have a good return policy. Websites with secure payment options and good customer service are also indicators of a reputable seller. Always exercise caution and do your due diligence before making a purchase. If you want to know more, please refer to this article: https://keystonevape.com/best-vape/the-best-disposable-vapes-2024-you-cant-miss/ Read the full article

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Top 10 New Features for Windows 11 

Top 10 New Features for Windows 11 

In this article, we gathered the 10 most requested new features and changes Microsoft has brought to Windows 11.

1. Right-click the taskbar to open Task Manager 

The ability to right-click the taskbar and launch Task Manager has been delivered in the Windows 11 2022 Update. Moreover, Microsoft is considering adding a new option to the jump lists to let you kill a process without invoking Task Manager.

2. Add tabs to File Explorer

Windows 11's File Explorer received tabs support in the Moment 1 Update released in October 2022. It is worth noting that the implementation is a bit wonky, but Microsoft is working on fixing the most annoying quirks.

3. Drag files onto apps on the taskbar 

You can now drag a file onto an open app on the taskbar to bring it to the foreground. Besides, you can drag an object to the bottom-right corner to move it to the desktop. This feedback was addressed in the Windows 11 2022 Update released in the second half of 2022.

4. Add folders to the Start menu

Here is another piece delivered in the Windows 11 2022 Update. You can now arrange apps and shortcuts in folders inside the Start menu.

5. Allow displaying the taskbar clock on all monitors

Windows 11 displays the date and time on all connected monitors since September 2022, when Microsoft released the Windows 11 2022 Update.

6. Add Dark Mode support to Notepad

Notepad is now easier on your eyes thanks to dark mode support added at the end of 2021. Notepad users will also be delighted to know that the app now supports tabs.

7. Allow pairing Bluetooth devices from the Quick Settings Menu 

No more opening the Settings app to add a new Bluetooth device. The Windows 11 2022 Update allows connecting a new Bluetooth peripheral from the Quick Settings menu (Win + A).

8. Add Dark Mode support to Task Manager 

You can now set Task Manager to follow the system theme or use light/dark mode regardless of the global settings. Microsoft addressed this request in a massive Task Manager overhaul released in the second half of 2022. Also, the Windows 11 Moment 2 Update introduced a few other needed changes.

9. Better PC Health Check app 

The app for checking if your computer can run Windows 11 now displays the exact requirements it does not meet, like TPM 2.0 or Secure Boot.

10. Allow pinning apps to the taskbar by dragging them

This change arrived in Windows 11 in the initial release of version 22H2. However, it is worth noting that it is a bit weird—you can only pin an app from the "All apps" list, not the Start menu.

Those were the most popular requests addressed during Windows 11's first 18 months. One may note that most of them are things Microsoft took away and brought back with much fanfare. However, the company admitted that it needs to restore some of those capabilities and heed customer feedback. The result is a modern, beautiful, and feature-packed operating system that is also more comfortable for those upgrading from Windows 10.

So, I think it is good to upgrade to Windows 11 with so many new features and functions are updated 

And you can upgrade to Windows 11 from the reseller store keyingo.com with a great Price 

[imjustasimpxd]

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Title : Only you

Pairing: Shoto Todoroki x reader

Summary : Todoroki starts having a mental breakdown in the middle of the night and seeks you for comfort.

Word count : around 3,000 words

Warnings : A little bit angsty since he’s upset but nothing terrible. Definitely some fluff towards the end, but nothing too spicy.

Author’s notes : reblogs are appreciated!! I appreciate all feedback on my writing so that I can know what you guys liked and what you think I should improve on😊

Disclaimer : this is a work of fiction and should in no way, shape, or form, be taken seriously.

***Side Note: Sorry if it’s a little lengthy I just really love Shoto so🥰😂***

A soft sigh released from your lips as you laid against your mattress, your body remaining too awake to get any sleep. “Ugh, screw it.” You whispered to yourself, reaching for your phone to help you aimlessly pass the time since your body decided it didn’t want to sleep for tonight.

As you turned on your side to allow your phone to stay plugged in, your finger flicked across the screen, mindlessly scrolling through your Instagram feed. However even as the minutes passed, you were no closer to getting any sleepier. In fact, you felt as if your body was waking up more and more with each second

“Ughhh, why won’t my body just sleep for once?!” An annoyed sigh jerked from your mouth as you placed your phone down onto your nightstand once more, slamming your head against your pillow in frustration. “Welp this is just great.” You mumbled into the fabric, wondering how this night could get any worse.

Then suddenly, a familiar sound filled your ears, one that was important enough for you to lift your head from its place on your pillow. Your eyes peered over to the glowing light of your phone, realizing a text message had popped up onto the screen. As your fingers retrieved the device to see who it was from, a soft smile curved your lips upwards when you it turned out to be none other than Shoto Todoroki.

All the frustration and the annoyance that had been built up inside of you only seconds ago was now gone. Your heartbeat slowed, the tension in your muscles lessened, and all because of the simple mention of your boyfriend’s name.

“Are you awake?” His message read.

You tapped on the notification, going into the messaging app to answer him. “Yes, unfortunately, why?”

His response appeared quickly, it’s words causing your eyebrows to raise. “Can I come and see you, please?”

Your head tilted in confusion as you skimmed across his message. “Where’s this coming from?” You thought to yourself. Usually he wasn’t one who broke the rules, he liked to keep to himself. But now he was asking to come to your dorm room, even though that wasn’t allowed. “Well I mean I don’t mind, but you know we’re not supposed to go into each other’s rooms right?” You answered, watching the speech bubble pop up to show that he was typing.

“I know, but can I just come anyways?”

You paused for a moment, contemplating what he could possibly be wanting at this time of night. Did he actually need something? Or was this just him being clingy, again? It was probably the second one, knowing how he is. For a guy so quiet and reserved around others, he was surprisingly clingy with you. Maybe that was just a side affect of how his childhood was. Growing up he didn’t receive a lot of affection, so whenever the two of you were together it was like he was trying to make up for all that he missed.

“Is something wrong?” You questioned, slowly becoming concerned at his display of persistence.

“I just need to see you.” He responded, followed by another text that only contained one word. “Please.”

You sighed, clenching your eyes shut in regret before you gave in, giving him the okay. “Alright, just make sure no one sees you.” Your muscles tensed again as your finger pressed send, praying he wouldn’t be caught on his way over.

Only seconds after your text went through you heard a quiet knock on your door. Your eyes narrowed as you quickly got up from your place on your bed, not expecting such a fast answer. You carefully reached for the nob once it was within reach and turned it slowly, preventing any noise that would alert anyone.

A gentle grin strung across your lips as you pulled the door open, revealing a comforting face standing before you. “That was quick. Were you waiting outside my door or something?” You chuckled, quietly beginning to tease him before you paused, realizing the expression plastered across his face.

His eyes were red, tired circles collected underneath them as you noticed the tear stains lining his cheeks. His face was painted with exhaustion and his body looked like it was minutes away from collapsing.

“Shoto?? What’s wrong??!” Your eyes quickly widened, your tone voicing concern as his face remained in agony.

“I…. he…” From the way his eyes glistened with new tears every second, it was obvious something had happened, however the quivering of his lips prevented him from speaking even the simplest of words. After a couple more failed attempts at explaining, he stopped trying, instead turning around to gently shut the door before suddenly pulling you into his arms.

It was all so fast, you barely had time to even register what had happened before he was already clinging to you. His arms strapped themselves around your back, allowing a quiet sigh to escape from him as if he was finally letting everything go.

“Sho, are you okay?” You spoke softly, feeling his body tremble against yours. However he remained silent, disregarding your questions as his hand reached up to the back of your neck, softly caressing the skin that sat beneath his fingers.

You understood he might need a few minutes before he was ready to talk so you didn’t push him about it. Instead your arms laced themselves around his waist, snuggling your head up against his chest as his grip around you tightened. It was comforting at first, his touch was always something that brought a sense of peace to your mind, however this time it quickly became a different story. As your head rested against him, your ears echoed with an unsettling sound. His heartbeat was quickening pace, its commotion vibrated so violently that you were surprised no one had barged in yet to see where the noise was coming from.

It was all too painful to listen too. Even his breathing was shortened and his hands were shaking, none of which was a normal state for him. He’s always been so calm, so collected, but here he was pouring his emotions out to you without saying a single word.

Despite his obvious display of distress, he still said nothing. Instead he settled on physical contact as the solution to whatever internal conflict he was facing. His other hand quickly trailed down to your waist, pulling your body closer to allow room for his face to softly nuzzle itself against your shoulder.

You had decided not to say anything since you didn’t want to pressure him, and seeing as how he was in such a fragile state right now it wasn’t a good idea to do anything that could worsen his condition. It definitely hurt at times, knowing he always avoided talking about things he was struggling with, because all you really wanted to do was help him. You wanted him to understand that he didn’t have to do everything on his own. That you wouldn’t shame him for being vulnerable and not always having things figured out. For you, it was normal to show emotions, but for him it was a sign of weakness, of failure, and the last thing he ever wanted to be in your eyes was a failure.

You had learned early on in your relationship that forcing questions on him would only result in more pain on both ends, that’s why you let him be. But as the room quickly filled with his sudden sobs, it became more difficult to resist speaking up. You felt his muscles tighten, tears quickly dampened your shirt and his grip around you grew even stronger than before. All of his pain, his suffering, everything was being reflected in his actions. And as his despair seemed to only strengthen by the minute, the question of whether or not you should speak up became a rope that tightened around your throat.

How much longer could you stay silent like this? How many minutes could you allow him to silently embrace you without a single explanation as to why? No matter how he would react, you decided you couldn’t take it anymore, his cries were too painful to simply ignore.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Your voice shattered the silence, almost making his body jump at the sudden commotion.

The quiet cries he let escape only seconds earlier quickly disappeared, along with any other noises present before. Your face winced in regret, assuming he was angered by your question. However his head slowly lifted and tilted downwards to face yours. The small beams of moonlight peaking through your blinds revealed nothing but a weak smile gracing his features.

“Not right now,” he spoke, brushing aside a strand of hair that hung in your face before continuing. “Maybe later, if you don’t mind.” He answered, a wave of guilt suddenly washing over his face once he realized what he had said.

How pathetic was he? To rush in here so unexpectedly and cause such confusion only to then deny you of an explanation the minute you asked about it? It wasn’t right for him to do this to you, he felt guilty for declining your offer, but he just couldn’t talk about it, not yet at least. It pained him to keep you in the dark like this, but it would hurt even more for him to relive the horrors he kept inside.

“I’m sorry.” He sighed, clenching his eyes shut as his head lowered to the ground, tears drowning his eyes once more.

This wasn’t something he was naturally good at and it always frustrated him. He felt like a disappointment when it came to these types of situations. Unlike you, he didn’t know how to properly express his emotions. He was getting better of course, but he still struggled with it and that’s what annoyed him the most. He was supposed to be a hero, someone who’s strong and empowering, however here he was having a hard time simply explaining how he feels. If he couldn’t even say something so simple then what was he supposed to do?

“Shoto look at me.” You whispered, placing your hand on his cheek and softly caressing the skin that was situated there. However despite your command, he refused to look at you, ashamed to face you with all his flaws laid so helplessly bare before him.

You sighed quietly, confused at how he could feel so guilty to ask for your help even though you never refused to give it. “Please look at me.” You pleaded, finally causing his head to lift upwards at the desperate sound of your request. Your eyes instantly locked with his the moment his head tilted, finding nothing but a void of sadness filling inside them.

“You don’t have to be sorry, okay?” You whispered, continuing to gently rub his skin as you spoke. “If you need a little time before you can talk about it then I understand. I’m sorry if you thought I was pressuring you earlier when I asked you a question, I was just worried about if you were okay or not. But if you want me to wait then I’m more than happy to.” Your voice was so gentle, but the weight behind your words affected him more than you knew.

A heavy sigh of relief escaped from his lips, almost as if a large weight was suddenly pushed off his shoulders. “Thank you.” He gasped softly, slowly closing his eyes as he leaned his head against yours.

You were always so understanding and it meant the world to him. Most people quickly became frustrated with how closed off he could be, but not you. You were always patient with him, never once pressuring him to explain things right away because you knew he would always come to you when he was ready to talk.

“Thank you.” He repeated. His hand grasping the one of yours that rested on his cheek and intertwining your fingers together.

‘Of course,” you answered, a soft grin curving at the corners of your mouth when you felt his thumb rubbing back and forth against your skin. “Do you want to lay down?” You asked, finding it a bit awkward at how you were quietly embracing each other in the middle of your dorm room.

“Mhm,” He hummed in response, slicking his other arm around your waist once more so he could pull you close.

You rolled your eyes softly, amused at the fact that the minute you asked him to move, his grip only became tighter. “Alright well if you want to lay in my bed then you have to let me go so we can walk over there okay?” You explained, glancing up at him to witness his eyes remaining closed.

“M’kay.” He answered, immediately moving his head to burrow itself in the crook of your neck. His lips then gently presented themselves against your skin, ignoring your words as he began to place soft kisses along your neck.

“Shoto?” You questioned, trying not to give into his delicate touch.

“Mmhm?” His response became muddled as his lips softly journeyed across your skin, your eyes closing as the sensation immediately sent goosebumps sprinting along your arms.

“You said…” Your words came to a stop, his gentle touch distracting you from completing your sentence. “You said you wanted to… to lay down didn’t you?” The words stuttered from your mouth as his lips traveled around your throat, causing you to lose your train of thought.

His response was nothing but another simple “Mhm,” as he continued his work along the soft skin of your neck, tracing every inch with his lips.

“Shoto…” Your voice was quiet, struggling to finish even a simple sentence as his mouth pleasantly massaged your neck. “Are you…. e-even listening to me?” You questioned, losing control of your thoughts for a minute as he continued his actions.

After a few more seconds his lips finally released their grip, placing one last peck to your skin before his head crept away from your neck and met your eyes once more. Then suddenly, without any warning, his hands reached down to your legs, using his strength to lift you into his arms as he carried you towards your bed.

“Yes, I was listening to you.” He replied to your previous question with a smirk as he released his grip, allowing your body to gently rest against the mattress.

“Why don’t you get yourself comfortable.” He insisted, refraining from joining you until you’d find a position that suited you the best. However it didn’t take long before you were already nagging him to lay down, explaining that you wouldn’t be comfortable unless he was next to you.

A tender smile sewed itself across his lips when he crawled next to you, quickly securing his arms around your figure as his body slid under the blankets. You immediately snuggled up next to him, resting your head against his chest and placing your hand on top of his.

“I love you.”

The words flew past your lips so casually, leaving you clueless to the effect it had on the boyfriend you were clinging to. That one simple sentence stopped him in his place, causing his heart to pump faster even though it wasn’t the first time he’s heard you say it. Those three beautiful words always seemed to make his heart melt, even more so when they were meant for him.

“I love you too...” His free hand soon found its way to the top of your head, proceeding to gently scratch your scalp in a pleasant manner. The feeling quickly lulled you to sleep in a matter of minutes, leaving you lost in a paradise that took place in your thoughts.

As soon as Shoto realized the sudden change in your movements, signaling to him that you had fallen asleep, he smiled. His grip around you grew tighter as he attempted to pull you even closer to him, snuggling his face against the top of your head and inhaling your comforting scent.

As he held you in his arms, everything he had been so upset about before seemed to disappear from his mind completely. He thought of nothing else but your presence before him. The frustration, the sadness, all of it had escaped from his thoughts the moment he felt your touch.

It was only you who could calm the raging storms that clouded his mind.

Only you who held the power to bring such a delicate smile to the man who rarely wore one.

You were the only person who had ever taken the time to truly understand him. Who accepted him for who he was, both the good and the bad sides.

As he glanced down to view you sleeping so soundly against him, he wondered how he ever got so lucky. The way you had always been so tender with him, even before you knew about his childhood struggles, warmed his heart. You never got angry with him for not opening up, understanding there were things he just couldn’t talk about. You always encouraged him as well, helping him restore a lost sense of confidence in himself and his abilities after his rageful father tore it down.

In Shoto Todoroki’s eyes, you were a gift, one he didn’t deserve. You found a way to sneak into the heart of a stone cold man and form it into a loving one. You helped him change into someone better, someone he was proud of, and that's something he strives to repay you for every single day.

“...more than you know,” His crisp voice suddenly re-entered the air to finish his earlier four word sentence.

“...More than anything.” The words dripped from his lips like honey, leaving a flavorful aftertaste.

“I really do mean that.” He reassured your sleeping figure with his confession, gazing longingly at you with the sweetest smile he’s ever expressed. One last kiss was placed on your forehead as his fingers reached to caress your cheek. “And I always will,” his voice entered the air for the last time before he closed his eyes, snuggling his head against yours and succumbing to his own paradise of much needed sleep.

~ This took me forever to write because I kept procrastinating but I hope you guys like it😁 ~

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[yonduismarrypoppins]

His primary motivation

Summary: You are Jacks primary motivation.

Photos aren’t mine, credit to og owners

Warnings: overuse of commas, shitty grammar, overload of fluff with a slight bit of angst, mentions of emotional abuse, mentions of emotional neglect, a glass is broken and not-so-idiotic idiots in love

A/n: I just had a really cute dream about 2018!Jack and a best friends to lovers and Urban x best friend!reader so I guess this is a blurb (lies, I very much fleshed out the story) based on that. This is the first time I’m writing anything with intent to post it so be gentle, this was written in my notes app minutes after I woke up from the dream. I based the parents off of my parents the nickname is the one my mom made for me because of my obsession with ladybugs as a kid, lol. I hope you enjoy!

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I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR MEDIA CONSUMPTION, THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG MAKING THIS 18+ CONTENT. MOVE ON MINOR.

Jack was having a get-together at his place to celebrate the release of his album ‘Loose’. You were sat on a couch with Jack on the far end, Urban right next to him with his arm around you when you got a text from your parents telling you to leave in 15 minutes and that they’d be outside in five.

“Your parents are just small minded, they don’t understand how we can be so different and close to each other.” Jack always said that to assure you that you we’re making the right decisions in life and it always worked.

You broke your train of thought at the sound of a glass breaking in the kitchen, immediately you got up to make sure that whoever was cleaning didn’t hurt themselves. Suddenly you felt a grip on your wrist that forced you to turn around. “Where are you going?” Jack said with a small pout on his face “I’m going to go help clean up.” You quickly bent down to give him a peck on the head, he released your arm and then you left for the kitchen.

As you were finishing helping Sunni safely clean up the glass you got another text from your father telling you he was outside and you needed to leave, now.

You quickly speed walked to the front dodging beer cans and food containers and grabbed your coat and your bag.

“Where are you going.” You heard Urban ask. You turned slightly towards him “I’m sorry I have to go, c,mere.” You held out your arms and he all but crashed into your chest. “Thank you for coming and helping Sunni out.” “No problem.” You broke the embrace and gave Urban a lingering kiss on his forehead, a common sight in your goodbyes, something you got from your mother. You pushed the glasses he was wearing ‘for fashion reasons’, his words not yours, up his nose, he giggled a little before you spoke again “I love you.” “I love you too.” Urban replied sweetly.

You separated completely and walked out the door, you spotted your parents car across the street in front of a house with a ‘for sale’ sign on the yard. Before you made it to the car you heard a screen door open and shut quickly making you turn around. You saw Jack speeding towards you, you quickly began to move at the same pace towards him crashing into each other with a warm embrace when you finally caught up with each other.

“Were you really going to leave without saying goodbye?” You moved away from his chest, still holding onto each other “I texted you” “You know damn well a text ain’t enough for me.” “Yes, yes I do.” After a minute you pushed at his chest to separate. “Oh so now your pushing me?” He pushed at your chest “Yep.” You playfully went back and forth eventually starting to walk backwards with Jack. All of a sudden you were in the grass next to the concrete walking-path.

You and Jack took a moment to laugh at the action before he lifted you up. “My Prince Charming.” “Always”.

There was a moment of silence when you swore that yours and Jacks hearts were beating at the same erratic pace. You both leaned in slowly waiting for the other to end your joint suffering, when your lips grazed a loud ‘HONK’ startled you apart. The headlights of your parents car were on and you could see them inside, the same stern expressions they always wore.

“I’m sorry.” You tilted your head down in embarrassment. “Don’t apologize for your parents.” Jack pulled you into a sweet embrace, “I love you, you know that?” “Yea, I love you too, and stop worrying about your album, it’s perfect.” “Thank you ladybug.”

Your face heated at the nickname he gave you after the first time you meet in pre-k when he pulled a ladybug out of your hair.

You took a step back from Jack, looking in his eyes in a way that told him exactly how you felt about your almost kiss. “Bye, Jack-Jack.” “Bye, ladybug.” Jack watched as you walked to your parents black suv, you turned around to open your door, you waved and he waved back with a knowing grin. You turned back around and finally got in the car.

As your father pulled away you stared at Jack in the driveway for as long as possible, until you couldn’t see him anymore. “Do you understand what could happen if you keep staying out this late? Do you?” Not realizing you tuned out another one of your parents famous lectures you responded quickly, “Yes sir.”

Jack stood outside until he couldn’t see your car, not because he didn’t want to go inside but because he wishes he never let you get into that car. He knew of the emotional abuse and neglect that you suffered at the hands of your parents, he had to watch you suffer the consequences. Helping you with your anxiety attack before your valedictorian speech at graduation and realizing that this was the only time he had ever seen your father with anything compared to a smile. Your mother had the same scowl on her face, no doubt coming up with ways to pick at your looks.

Jack didn’t know if you knew exactly how much he cared about you. He guessed you didn’t because if he did you’d know that his motivation to become a rapper wasn’t to meet his idols, get girls or be famous. It was to get you away from your parents and give you the life you deserve.

You were his primary motivation.

Ps: I searched ‘Lovecore’ Google for my header image, link; https://www.pinterest.com/pin/795026140454378645/