#this was incredibly satisfying to watch tbh

[milfbro]

This episode of house was incredible. Weird symptoms, no one puked blood, no lombar punction. Cameron anally torturing a patient on purpose. Lesbian couple. The bubonic plague. The tension in this episode was that the sick lesbian was planning to dump her gf but was waiting until after she took half her liver in a transplant to tell her. And then it was all tragic, the healthy gf thinking they're gonna grow old together but actually she was gonna get dumped.

BUT UH-OH PLOT TWIST! She knew she was gonna get dumped but donated the liver so her girlfriend can never leave her out of guilt. 10/10. Best episode so far

[crappycamille]

a/n: gasp, i actually wrote something. be easy on me okay, i haven’t done this in a while. just some fluffy conjecture tbh, although there is one suggestive line but that’s why all my stuff is 18+, minors dni please… enjoy <3

Bakugou Katsuki had never experienced touch.

Well, that’s not entirely true. He had been touched before: punched and hit by those desperately trying to escape his pursuit, clung to by those fearing for their life, gentle yet encouraging pats on the back from friends, loving but annoying pinches of the ear from his mother. He’s even been pawed at and caressed by lust-filled women that satisfy temporary needs. And even more dangerously, he’s been fondled by the promise of love disguised as lust… But never had Bakugou been touched.

At least until you.

The first time you touched Bakugou is a memory he will never forget. He was bone tired having worked an incredibly grueling month-long mission.

Instead of going home to catch up on much-needed sleep, he immediately went to his office to get the paperwork done. Most people don’t know that a lot of things on the legal side can’t go through until his side of the paperwork is done. Bakugou constantly feels like he’s never fast enough. No matter how fast he can get to the victims. No matter how fast he catches the villain. No matter how fast he gets things done he wasn’t fast enough to prevent the victims from becoming victims in the first place. So, in his mind, the least he could do is get his paperwork done as fast as possible so that those involved can get their justice.

But, of course, the moment the mission is done—before he’s even had a chance to change out of his hero suit—he’s met with nothing but a mountain of news articles and tabloid headlines ridiculing his name. They find joy in villainizing him over the smallest of details.

Most of the time, Bakugou ignores those things. It doesn’t matter to him what others think. They can nitpick whatever they want because despite that he won. He saved the people who needed to be saved. To him, that was all that really mattered… usually.

It must have been his level of exhaustion, but he couldn’t help the way his brows furrowed in disappointment reading the headlines. The words for the public sitting heavier on his chest than normal. His emotions got to him more than normal as he walked down the hallway from his official, finally heading home.

It was late.

Far too late for anyone else to still be there. Yet, he swore he could hear the soft pitter-patter of heels clicking against the floor. As he turned the corner he was met with the sight of you packing up. You hadn’t noticed him yet, so he watched with confusion as scurried around filing documents, turning off computers, and locking doors.

“The hell? Why’re you still here?” He internally cringed as his voice boomed more than he meant it to since you nearly jumped out of your skin upon hearing him.

“Oh Dynamight, Sir! I apologize I meant to be out of here before you noticed I was here.” Exhaustion seeped through your voice, giving you more rasp than normal.

“That’s not what I asked you. The hell’re you still here for?”

“Well…” you scratched your head feeling a bit shy, debating on whether or not to tell him the real reason why you were there. “I stayed to make sure all of the paperwork you submitted just now went through. As head of your legal team, it’s my job to make sure things on the agency’s side are squared away. I understand you like to get things done immediately after a mission, Sir.”

Bakugou was speechless. So many questions riddle through his head he wanted to ask. Had you done this after every mission and he never noticed you? yes When had you noticed that he came in after missions to do paperwork? Why did you care? Instead, he watched wordlessly as you gathered your things.

“You don’t need to do that.” He finally spoke. His tone was unusually soft, nearing sweet if you squinted hard enough. You breathily chuckled. You had been working for Bakugou long enough to know that was his way of saying thank you.

“It’s really no problem, Sir. No reason you have to be the only person in the office so late, especially after working such long missions.” You softly smiled at him. With you being so close, he could see the exhaustion prominent in your own face.

The two of you worked your way out of the building together in silence. Bakugou felt that he had so many things he wanted to say, so many things he wanted to ask, but they all muddled to the back of his mind.

It was only when you guys reached the front lobby exit that he became aware of the incessant buzzing of his phone. Countless mentions, tags, reposts, and message requests were flooding in from every social media app. He could’ve sworn he turned his notifications off a long time ago, but there they were. Those same articles that called him a corrupt hero, a heinous/reckless man, and nitpicked things down to the way he breathed were being sent to him over and over again. A constant reminder that so many people disapprove of him.

He hadn’t noticed how tightly he had been gripping his phone. How clenched his bicep was until he felt a gentle squeeze on his arm. Your hand was small in comparison to his but its presence was overwhelming.

Your thumb subtly rubbed soothing circles on his clenched bicep. “If it’s worth anything, I think you’re incredibly kindhearted. The world is lucky to have a hero like you protecting it. Goodnight, Sir. Get some rest.”

Bakugou thought he was going to melt the second you pulled your hand away. Your words rang loud in his ears, but his skin buzzed even louder at the lingering effects of your touch. He had to stop himself from sobbing in the lobby that night.

There was something oh so special about your touch.

From the first time you ever touched him to the way, you touch him now as his wife. He swears he has to stop himself from sobbing every time. It’s the overwhelming love that pours out of you every time your skin connects with his.

He was so incredibly touch-starved before you came along. Starved from the kind of touch that doesn’t come from platonic relationships. Starved from the touch of someone that didn’t expect to gain something from him in return. Starved from the intimate touch of true love.

He revels in every little touch you grace him with. The way you hold his hand under the dinner table. The way you pinch him lovingly, reminding him of his mother, when he says something out of pocket.The way you squeeze his thigh and rub soothing circles on him when tensions get high in a meeting. The way you nestle your face in his back as he cooks. The way you lightly slap his shoulder as you laugh hysterically. The way you drag your hands along his sides as he lays on you. The way you claw at him desperate to somehow bring him impossibly closer as he thrusts into you.

In all honesty, he still has a hard time fathoming that you are his. That you are in love with him. That you choose to be with him every day. He feels undeserving, but you always definitively object. He believes that you are so much more than anything he could ever be, but that’s exactly how you feel about him.

Your touch is just one of the things he obsesses over you. Because he is just so incredibly in love with you.

[httpsserene]

𝖍𝖙𝖙𝖕𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖊’𝖘 1𝖐 𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖑 - 𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖑𝖎𝖒𝖎𝖙𝖘

𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫: 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐭𝐡

summary: soiled, virgin!reader is well aware of her boyfriends’ desire to eat her alive, sorry, to eat her out. from the way they can’t resist drinking her wetness off their (or her own) fingers, to the way they can’t stop running their mouths about getting their mouths on you: they’ve made how desperate they are, very clear. for some reason, she can’t get past her mental block to allow them to feast between her legs, or to taste what’s between theirs. max figures she just needs a demonstration to quell her fears; charles is a more than willing participant. content warning: 18+ only. explicit. no penetrative sex. corruption kink. oral sex. multiple orgasms. implied overstimulation. rimming. fingering. thigh riding. handjobs mentioned. praise kink. dom/sub undertones. coming untouched. word count: 2.6k words pairing: charles leclerc / max verstappen x fem!black!reader soundtrack: super freaky girl • nicki minaj

preface: so...have your charles craving satisfied, but having reader's astral projection from max and charles' mouth will have to wait for tomorrow in the final episode. i know, i know, i'm cruel-but tbh last chapter is all reader focused and the "oral sex" for her plays more into that chapter so get ready for the longest chapter tomorrow, it's going to be a trip me thinks.

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max might drive for a team called Red Bull, but charles is the one stubborn like a bull. he’s chronically difficult and dramatic, and incredibly headstrong—but he folds like a lawn chair after hearing and being forced to watch max finger you to orgasm for three days straight. it doesn’t help that you seem to be completely oblivious as to how the older man is using you to break the monegasque down; you’re just eager to be back experiencing pleasure after your week long ban.

charles is playing COD with the quartet, he has to mute his mic so the boys don’t pick up on your screams from the room over when max makes you cum. charles comes back from running around monaco with andrea and, max has you splayed on the kitchen island while he rabbits his finger into you. the three of you are watching cars on the tv, and charles storms off to take his third cold shower of the day when max slips his hand under your blanket. seeing the state of his surroundings, it’s obvious why he breaks on day three.

it’s odd, because he caves and apologizes when you and max aren’t doing anything remotely sexual. 

the three of you have already eaten dinner, and max has been whispering in your ear the whole time before both of you clear your plates eagerly and sneak away—charles simply thought that this was max seducing you into having another round with his fingers. and putain, charles is going to have to apologize. he can admit his…wrongdoings to max if being able to touch you again is a reward, forget being allowed to cum again. it’s cruel and unusual punishment max had wordlessly instated when he doesn’t let charles touch you on top of not letting him cum. he bursts into the bedroom where you and max have closed yourselves in, expecting to see the dutchman with his hands between your legs as usual, but that’s not the case.

the two of you are sitting on the floor building a lego set. c'est quoi ce bordel (what the hell), charles may actually be going insane. max looks up at him from the floor, where you are sitting in his lap reading through the manual, with an annoying smirk—and charles is ready to drop his apology entirely. then you look at him: sweet smile spreading across your face for him, eyes brightening, and hand reaching out to pat the floor next to max for him to sit down with you. he loses his ire with the blonde and joins the two of you on the floor, humming excitedly when you show him the model for the ferrari 450, and presses a brief kiss to your cheek.

he watches as you open the first pack of lego blocks, and turns to look at max. the man’s cool blue eyes pierce his green ones, and charles feels like he already knows that his apology is imminent.

“i shouldn’t have,” the brunet pauses and licks his lips, “—shouldn’t have acted like a brat. i was being bad and i didn’t need to tease you. i’m sorry and i won’t do it again.”

the sound of you spilling the legos on the floor is comical, but charles sees how you freeze for a split second at his words, you’re processing the sexual dynamic he has with max and he’s far past being embarrassed over it. you, however, are completely new to this, and he sees how you keep your stare focused on the legos and he can imagine the blush rising to your warmed brown cheeks. 

max stares unmoving at the monegasque for a few more seconds, letting the nerves build up in charles to see him squirm, “you don’t have to lie, schatje. we both know you’ll be a brat again.”

said brat flushes, and mutters indignantly but doesn’t try to refute his claim.

“i think this is the fastest you’ve apologized to me,” max ponders, his hand coming up to play with a few of your curls as he plans his next plan of action, “and you’ve been so good for me. you haven’t complained about not being able to touch our pretty girl at all.”

your hands shake and scatter lego bricks at the man mentioning you, but he continues further, “and, i think that deserves a reward. maybe we can move her along to the next step at the same time too.”

charles nods fervently.

“would you like the honor of using her mouth and eating her out for the first time, charlie?”

“merde—of course i—“

“no.”

charles and max cease their conversation immediately, and look down at you. your face has shifted into an expression they haven’t seen in a while. the look in your eyes is guarded, your hands have wrapped around your waist hugging yourself as if you need to be protected, you’re chewing at your bottom lip anxiously—it’s all the two need to see to come to the conclusion that you are scared. the younger man looks at max and let’s him take the lead.

“okay, liefje. that’s completely fine,” max reassures, dropping his hand from your hair to rub soothingly along your back, “we won’t make you do anything that you don’t want to do, remember? can you at least tell us why, baby?”

you turn around in his lap and bury your face into his neck, muffling your words in his skin. charles tuts, and rests a hand on the back of your neck to pull you away from the dutchman’s neck.

“i…’s not gonna be good. for you guys, i mean..if you use your mouth on me. you don’t get anything out of it,” charles huffs disbelievingly, and max shushes him with a look, “and—and, it’s not like i need it either—it’s useless to do it when you can just stretch me out and fuck me. girls don’t need that. and, i’ve never…done oral stuff before,” max and charles know that already, you haven’t done anything besides what they’ve shown you, “so ‘m going to suck.”

“first of all,” max starts calmly, “it sounds like you’re repeating what somebody has said to you before—is that true?”

you offer a half shrug and a slight nod as a response. 

“well, whoever that was is a fucking idiot. liefje, we’ve given you our thighs and my hands and asked for nothing in return besides your orgasm. i can assure you we receive plenty of pleasure giving you pleasure. it’s not crazy of me to say that we’ll enjoy having our mouths on you more than you will,” max smiles lightly, “and—we’re well aware that we’re your firsts. we don’t mind, or hate that. we like that; we love teaching you how to please yourself and us, and you’ve been so quick at making us feel good. you didn’t suck at giving us handjobs, you just had to learn how to. there’s a learning curve, baby, and you are way ahead of it.”

you shift shyly in max’s lap, still timid and unsure of the idea of oral sex, and he thinks of a compromise, “what if i show you how good i can make you feel with my mouth? will you think about trying it out after that?”

charles looks at max in question, but the blonde is to busy staring at you for your answer to pay charles any attention. 

“y-yes, i will think about it.”

the older man hums thankfully, and presses his lips to yours briefly before turning to the brunet who’s put away the lego pieces. 

“charles,” max’s voice has dropped, the commanding tone slipping in seamlessly, “get on the bed.”

charles can’t recall how he ended up naked on the bed with max between his legs sucking hickeys into his neck and you by his side monopolizing his lips. he’s burning up already, sweat gathering along his hairline and his hands shaking at his side, unsure as to where to grab for purchase. you reach out and interlock your fingers with his, holding his hand sweetly as you allow him to bruise your lips in the filthiest of manners. max has just finished painting his collarbone with pretty shades of pink and red, and drops to his chest to toy with his nipples.

charles breaks away from your mouth and whines brokenly at the scratch of max’s teeth on his sensitive chest. he pushes his into and away from the older man’s mouth, unsure if he wants more or less of the overwhelming touch, and max decides for him. he continues down charles’ torso giving his chest a break and he bites, licks, nips, kisses at his defined abdomen. the monegasque has definition in places max doesn’t and he loves it. he laughs quietly at the feeling of charles’ abs jumping underneath his skin, and moves to make a mess of the man’s hip bones and v-line. he spends several minutes sucking the harshest of marks into the dip of his waist and jut of his hips, pressing over them with his thumbs just to hear charles choke and whimper at the soreness. 

max shifts downwards, pulling the pretty boy’s legs apart to rest on his shoulders. he feels more than sees charles’ thighs begin to shake in anticipation—his eyes are more focused on the mouthwatering sight of charles’ cock pulsing from where it rests on his navel.

max completely avoids brushing his lips on or around charles’ painfully red, throbbing length. his tongue moves lower.

the monegasque gasps, shuddering dramatically as his eyes roll back. alarmed at his reaction, your eyes fly down to look at max, and you gasp along with charles. when max said he’d show you how good he could make you feel, you thought that meant he’d give charles a blowjob. not that he’d be eating charles out. but, who are you to complain, especially if charles looks like he’s just astrally projected onto another plane of mental enlightenment at max’s talented mouth. 

the younger man’s free hand struggles downward to tug at max’s hair to make sure he stays firmly pressed against him, and charles wildly begins to roll his hips downward to try and get max’s tongue deeper. max grunts in dissent, and he splays his forearm across the burnet’s abdomen to pin his hips to the bed. you can’t tell who moans louder at max’s strength—you or charles. the dutchman makes eye contact with you from in between charles legs—you can see his jaw working furiously—and he winks at you, before he closes his eyes and devotes his full attention to charles' ass.

you need to learn how to shut up and say yes to anything max tries to get you to do—you could’ve been in the monegasque’s place right now. 

charles’ cock looks painful, like it’s more of a hindrance than a pleasure at the moment. you drag your hand down his torso to wrap around his dick—but it’s knocked away by max, who pulls his head from in between charles’ legs (who cries out angrily).

“oh, he doesn’t need any help cumming,” max offers, a smirk spreading across his lips at charles’ humiliated noises, and buries himself back down. 

charles really didn’t need the help, because less than thirty seconds later, he cums. it’s the prettiest sight, you’ve seen so far. charles’ orgasm should be framed in an art museum—he looks like a god, his face tightening before it loosens, muscles lax, and mouth wide open. he doesn’t moan, he cries out, in shuddering breaths like he’s trying to breathe but failing, the pleasure too much for him to handle. his cum sprays in waves against his abdomen, and it’s a healthy amount—is it because he hasn’t cum in a while, or is this a usual occurrence? you can’t wait to find out. 

you swipe a finger to collect some of his release to taste, but max steals it—grabbing your hand and sucking it off himself with a moan. you pout, and he laughs, shimmying himself to the side to allow you space to slip between charles’ limp legs. 

max wipes his mouth with the back of his hand as he pants, and says to you, “lick it off from down here—it gives him a prettier view of you.”

you whimper, but do as max says. stretching upwards to trace your tongue along charles’ abdomen, eagerly swallowing down every line of cum you pass across. the monegasque moans throatily at the sight of your wide eyes and pink tongue, his eyes flickering to max who looks proud. you pull away when you’ve cleaned everything off his torso, and turn towards max for further instruction. 

he kisses you—and the two of you exchange the taste of charles through your tongues. you hear charles’ head fall backwards and knock against the headboard.

max pulls away once he deems your mouth emptied of charles, and looks at the ruined man, “oh? liefje, i think you’ve missed a spot—right there.”

you look to where max is directing you, and he’s right, you have missed a spot. there’s bead of cum running down the head of charles’ cock that you haven’t cleaned away. so, you lean down and suckle it away gently. charles whimpers highly, and max sees his hips buckling upward and presses them down before he thrusts against your mouth.

“i think you missed a little bit more, liefje. you should lick all of him clean just to make sure.”

you shift anxiously, flicking your eyes up to charles who’s staring at you with glazed eyes as he nods in agreement with max’s words.

that’s all it takes for you to drool over the monegasque’s dick like you haven’t had a meal in days, hungrily swiping your tongue along his length, moaning depravedly. you even find yourself going ahead and sucking the charles’ cock into your mouth, humming sweetly at the weight resting on your tongue. 

“t-too much!” charles gasps, hips twitching under max’s hand.

“be good, schatje. she only wants to taste you a little more.”

max rests his hand on the back of your head, and it guides you a little lower, more of charles’ length sliding into your mouth. you pant around him, thighs pressing together to try and address your own arousal as you sloppy bob your head on his dick. the dutchman lowers himself down again, slipping alongside you and pressing his mouth against the lower half you don’t have in your mouth, his own tongue tracing along charles’ underside.

“merde, i’m going to cum again,” charles whines desperately.

max shifts lower again to suck his balls into his mouth and brings a hand up to press at charles’ hole. the hand on the back of your head pulls you away quick enough to avoid having you choke on charles’ cum, but his release splatters on the lower half of your face. it paints your lips, chin, and jaw, hot, thick, and creamy.

the two men stare at you in awe, and charles acts first. he pulls you up the bed, and presses your lips together to share his cum between the two of you. max clears his throat when charles tongues the last drip of cum on your jawline, “well—you’ve had time to think about it. can we eat your pretty pussy now?”

“c-can you put a towel down,” you murmur from where charles has tucked your head under his chin, “i don’t want to get the bed wet again.”

charles’ laugh echoes through your chest as max leaps up to run and get a towel like you asked, “mon ange—whether or not we put down the towel; max and i are going to make you cum so much, we’ll have to throw away the bed sheets.”

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[chvoswxtch]

closer

pairing: matt murdock x fem!reader

summary: you lost a bet with matt, and he's eager to collect his prize.

warnings: cursing, explicit sexual content (minors dni), blasphemy?? (I think this should be a warning for all my matty fics tbh), slight mentions of pregnancy, fluffy ending

word count: 6.5k

a/n: this is technically a highly requested sequel to hide & seek, but can be read as a stand alone! this is based off the song closer by nine inch nails, which always makes me think of matty when I hear it, and is definitely on the list of songs i'd wanna fuck him to. this is incredibly filthy, but does have a cute ending that ties into the original request. a HUGE thank you to all of you that requested a part 2 that have been so precious and patient. I adore every single one of you. as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated!

[part one]

you let me violate you

you let me desecrate you

Your hands were bound together in prayer as the Devil hovered above you, weaving layers of rope around your wrists in tight labyrinths only he could decipher. You could faintly see various specks of old blood that had stained the once pristine white fibers. It sparked something within you knowing the rope that was currently keeping you in place was once used by your beloved to inflict as much pain and damage as possible when it was tied around his own unrelenting fists. 

Once he was satisfied with his work, Matt grasped your chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting your head back to gather your attention. The entire apartment was illuminated with the red light coming off the billboard across the street, making you feel as if you had found yourself in the deepest layer of Hell. But the fire simmering in Matt’s eyes couldn’t be hidden beneath the maroon shadow cast over him, and you could tell by the dangerous smirk on his full lips that he would personally make sure you made it to Heaven several times tonight.

After all, that was the deal.

“You remember your safe word, angel?”

“Cherry.”

“That’s right.”

Matt hummed lowly in the back of his throat, lazily dragging the pad of his thumb along your cheekbone. You dropped your bound hands into your lap, lightly pressing your nails into your palms as you waited in anticipation. He quietly let a deep exhale out through his nose, wrapping his hand around your throat just below your neck and giving it a light squeeze. 

“Such a shame you didn’t want to behave. I offered you mercy, I want you to remember that. But, you wanted to dance with the Devil instead. You asked for this, and I always give you everything you ask for, don’t I, darling?”

“Yes M-”

Matt quickly slipped his thumb between your lips, pressing down on your tongue as you whined quietly. His fingers wrapped a little tighter around your neck as he tilted his head slightly to the side.

“I need you to understand something, sweetheart. You are no longer my good girl right now. Good girls don’t misbehave, do they? No…good girls listen. Good girls follow orders. But you didn’t want to be my good girl. You wanted to be my whore. So, you are going to take what I fucking give you, and you’re going to take it well, like I know you can. You’re going to earn being my good girl again. I am going to use you as I please. I am going to make you come until you’re begging me to stop, until it hurts, and then I’m gonna make you come again. You wanted the Devil, angel. You got him.”

Matt withdrew his thumb from your lips, smearing the spit that coated it across your mouth. He slowly pushed his briefs down his thighs before lightly slapping his palm against your cheek.

“On your knees. Now.”

You whined softly as you watched Matt’s cock bounce against his lower abdomen once it was freed, moving up onto your knees as quickly as possible. Matt wrapped his hand around your throat once again, using his other to gloss your lips in the precum that leaked from his aching tip. You opened your mouth as widely as you could to accommodate him and hollowed out your cheeks as he pushed as much of his length into your mouth as he could fit. As you began to swirl your tongue around his sensitive head and along the underside, he roughly grabbed a fistful of your hair with his free hand.

“I told you I was going to fuck your throat, didn’t I? Now stay fucking still.”

Matt recklessly thrust his hips against your face, letting out harsh groans when his tip hit the back of your throat over and over. You tried to breathe through your nose as best as you could, whimpering around his cock as tears started to leak down your cheeks. There was drool dripping down your chin and onto your breasts as he used your mouth like a fuck toy, grunting wildly everytime you gagged around him. He chuckled darkly everytime you moaned on his cock.

“You fucking love this, don’t you? You like me using you like this? Treating you like the filthy slut you are? I know you do. I can tell by the way that cunt is leaking on the floor. Open up, nice and wide. You swallow everything, understood?”

You whined desperately in response, squeezing your thighs together as Matt hurried his pace. He looked more like a God above you in the crimson glow than the Devil, but Gods don’t bare their teeth in a wicked snarl as they fuck your mouth. There was nothing holy about the primal hymns echoing from his chest. But there was something divine about the way he claimed you, body and soul, with the same hands he used to punish the corrupt. He growled loudly as he pulled your face flush against his lower abdomen, his hips stuttering as he emptied himself greedily down your throat with one final shout that made you shudder in excitement and trepidation. You eagerly swallowed wave after wave of his warm release, gasping for breath when he roughly pulled your mouth off of his cock by your hair and squeezed your cheeks so that your lips were parted. Matt licked his lips slowly, a wolfish grin spreading over his mouth.

“Let’s go play.”

you let me penetrate you

you let me complicate you

Matt had deftly tied your hands to the headboard above your head and was now using one of his ties to blindfold you. He couldn’t hide the excitement on his features to deprive you of some of your senses. That was what he wanted out of your little game. He had tried to explain to you once how much more intense everything was without all of your senses in tune together, but he insisted on showing you instead. You trusted Matt. You knew he would never hurt you, or push you past your limits. Honestly, you were excited to experience what this was like for him. Obviously your senses were nowhere near as sensitive as Matt���s, but it would give you a better understanding of him. It would teach you what to focus on, where to pay the most attention, how to maximize the pleasure for you both. Plus the thought of being completely at his mercy thrilled you more than you liked to admit.

Settled on his knees in between your thighs, Matt lightly trailed his fingertips along your stomach, which caused you to jump slightly and goosebumps to erupt all over your skin. He chuckled lowly, bringing his fingers down a little lower on your stomach everytime he trailed them up and down, stopping just above where you wanted him most.

“Easy, focus on my voice. Feel me.”

The slight brush of his thumb over your clit had your hips bucking upwards and a startled gasp leaving your lips. You whined as Matt snickered at your neediness, coating his fingers in the wetness that had dripped down your inner thighs.

“Look at what a mess you’ve made. You liked having my cock down your throat that much?”

You tried to angle your hips towards his hand, chasing his touch with a desperate whimper. A harsh slap came down against your pussy and you cried out.

“Answer me.”

“Yes! I-I liked it. Please…”

“Oh, baby. Bargaining already? Tsk tsk tsk. I thought you’d last a little longer than that. I’ve barely even touched you. Don’t you wanna make me proud?”

“Yes…y-yes, please-”

“Then stay still. Take what I give you. Shut the fuck up, and don’t make a fucking sound. The only thing I wanna hear is your pussy soaking my fingers when I say so.”

Matt easily slipped his index and middle finger inside you, setting a brutal pace as his thumb rubbed quick circles over your clit. You tensed up, digging crescent moons deep into your palms and biting down on your tongue so hard, you thought you’d severed it. It was overwhelming. You couldn’t decide if you wanted to pull your hips away, or push them closer towards Matt’s hand. Your heartbeat sounded like booming thunder in your ears, and you wondered if that’s what he heard too. You were so worked up from earlier that you were pathetically close already. Matt was incredibly skilled with his hands, but something about not being able to see what he was doing, only feel it, had you dangerously close to falling apart. Matt’s free hand harshly gripped onto your waist, pushing you down into the mattress as you involuntarily writhed below him.

“Stay still.”

There was a rough edge to his voice, and you had no idea what consequence would follow that warning, but it was an impossible task to comply with. He knew that. You always struggled to stay still, or quiet, when he touched you. But you had refused his mercy once, and he wasn’t offering it again. He slowed his pace to almost nothing, giving you a moment to gather yourself as you sucked a fresh wave of oxygen into your lungs. You hadn’t even come once yet, and you were a wreck. 

A strangled moan caught in your throat once Matt resumed his savage assault on your cunt. You turned your head to the side, burying it into the crook of your elbow as you bit down on your own flesh to keep quiet. The sting of your teeth sinking into your own skin did nothing to distract you from the decadent torture of his fingers exploring depths within you that only he could find. Matt moved in closer to sit on top of you, pinning your legs down with his muscular thighs and keeping you spread apart for him. He squeezed your waist roughly as he bent over you, nipping at the skin just beneath your ear.

“I know, baby. I know you wanna scream. Don’t you? Wanna tell everyone how good my fingers feel?”

A sharp whine nearly escaped when he curled his fingers upwards, pressing his thumb roughly against your clit. You choked back a sob as you nodded your head, feeling that band within you threatening to snap. 

“You’ve never been able to stay quiet, or still. That was unfair of me to ask, hm?”

There was a teasing tone layering Matt’s words. He was testing you. You tugged at the restraints around your wrists, feeling the rope cut bluntly into your skin. God, it was so close. Maybe if you gave him what he wanted, he’d let you come.

“I…I can. I can do it.”

Matt laughed sinisterly in your ear as your quiet words settled in the space. He lightly brushed his nose along your cheek. The scent of his cologne enveloped you completely, and it made you hazy. You loved his scent. It was intoxicating, and it seemed to make all the logic evaporate from your brain. 

“I’m gonna ignore that lie you just told me because I know how badly you want to believe that. What’s the matter, hm? Already trying to be my good girl again? Thought you wanted me to fuck you like a whore?”

A frustrated groan tore through your chest as his fingers pumped quicker inside of you. He slowed his pace every time your walls seized up, removing his thumb from your sensitive bundle of nerves until you could calm down, just to work you back up again when you did. It was a vicious cycle only he could break. Sighing quietly in despondence, you turned your head to the side to nuzzle your face into his neck, lips seeking out any part of his skin they could find. You pressed sloppy kisses along his throat, grazing your teeth softly along his Adam’s apple and inhaling the scent of his cologne deeply. Matt chuckled as he grabbed your face, tracing his thumb along your bottom lip.

“What are you doing, hm?

“Smelling…tasting.”

“What do you smell?”

“You…just smell you. Everywhere. You’re…oh…everywhere. Just you.”

“You can do better than that. Come on, what do I smell like? Focus.”

A soft whimper slipped past your lips as you nestled your face further into Matt’s neck, trying to will your mind to focus. You brushed your nose along his throat, parting your lips as you inhaled deeply.

“Mm…mahogany, and…shit, b-black teakwood. It’s…woodsy but, c-clean. Smells like…oh fuck, smells…like h-home. L-leather…f-from your suit.”

“And what do you taste?”

Leaning in closer, your mouth sought out his jaw, dragging your tongue along the underside slowly. Matt let out a quiet sigh, slowing the pace of his fingers so that you could form coherent sentences. He leaned into you as you traced your tongue down the side of his neck, sucking softly on the patch of skin where his pulse vibrated against your lips.

“Can taste you still…on my tongue. Can taste something salty on your skin…ah…sweat, I think. I-oh god…”

“Very good. That’s very good. What else?”

“Can f-feel your heartbeat…here.”

You placed another sloppy kiss to the pulse point on Matt’s neck, feeling the strong rhythm of his heart thrum against your lips. Matt grabbed your face before you had a chance to sink your teeth into his skin, pressing his forehead against yours as his warm breath fanned over your face.

“Good. I want you to pay attention to the mess you’re about to make. Feel just how wet you get for me when you soak my hand. You can do that, can’t you?”

“Y-yes.”

“Then fucking do it.”

help me

i broke apart my insides

help me

i’ve got no soul to sell

help me

the only thing that works for me

help me get away from myself

Matt absolutely fucking loved burying his face between your thighs. It was the one place he didn’t have to think. He didn’t even have to pay attention to your body anymore. He knew it like the back of his hand. The only thing that determined the speed at which he brought you to euphoria was usually how impatient he was. But tonight, he had all the time in the world.

Nothing else mattered when he had his lips wrapped around your clit or his tongue delved within your cunt. All he could focus on was you. The thunderous applause of your heart rate, the melodic moans and pleas he coaxed from you, the softness of your thighs pressed against his cheeks, the taste that was wholly and uniquely you that flowed on his tongue and left him insatiable for more.

He couldn’t hardly feel the soreness in his ribs or the ache in his jaw from earlier. Matt tried not to go too hard earlier, knowing he was coming home to play your little game, but he didn’t hold back at all either. He always had a hard time admitting to himself how much he actually enjoyed what he did in the dark. The fear he could smell on his prey and hear in their chest, the feeling of his fist colliding into flesh and bone, the familiar tang of blood in the air. Matt Murdock would never admit it, but the Devil could never deny it. There was a hunger that only the blood of the wicked could satiate.

But he didn’t have to worry about that when he sought absolution from the altar between your thighs. You didn’t care what he’d done or if his soul was worth saving; if he even had one left at all. You didn’t care if you got the man or the Devil when he came home; you loved them both equally. You never turned him away. You never shied away from the darkness inside him. You never denied him what he needed from you. Sometimes the only peace he found was within you. Sometimes getting lost in you was the only thing that helped Matt escape himself. It was the one place he could hide from his own truth. Night after night he would fall to his knees before you, or above you, seeking forgiveness only you could give. He loved to wrap his hand around your neck like a rosary, making you choke on desperate prayers of his name as he worshiped every inch of you, inside and out. 

A high pitched cry of his name pulled Matt out of his intoxicated haze. He hadn’t noticed he’d started rutting his hips into the mattress until the loss of stimulation of the silk sheets grazing against the sensitive head of cock had him hissing softly. He also hadn’t noticed that he’d already made you come twice with his mouth until he felt your wetness dripping down his chin and tasted your abundance on his tongue. He never knew when to stop with you. Sometimes he just couldn’t stop. It just felt too fucking good. Matt cocked his head to the side as he stared up at you blankly, noting the rapid rise and fall of your chest as you gulped for air. He could feel the heaviness of your lids and taste the sheen of sweat that covered both of your bodies. The rope brushed along your skin as you tried to move, and Matt suddenly seemed to remember that he was collecting a prize.

“I know you don’t think we’re done. I haven’t even fucked you yet.”

i wanna fuck you like an animal

i wanna feel you from the inside

i wanna fuck you like an animal

my whole existence is flawed

you get me closer to god

Matt languidly rolled his hips as he dragged his cock through your slick folds, reveling in the way you whined every time the head made contact with your clit. He still had your lower half pinned down as he sat on top of you, hands grasped firmly on your waist as he toyed with you. Although, it was just as torturous for him. He ached to be inside you, but he didn’t want to come just yet. He wanted to know just how far he could push you. How far you’d let him. How far he could push himself.

“You could come just like this, couldn’t you?”

“M-Matty…please…”

“I don’t want to hear any fucking begging. This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

“I…God-”

“He’s not here. He can’t help you.”

Matt speared himself into your welcoming cunt, hissing as your warmth tightened around him. Patience was never his virtue. He threw your legs over his shoulders, allowing him to reach a deeper point within you that had you screaming. He should’ve been concerned with the neighbors. The last thing he needed right now was the NYPD interrupting because they thought someone was in danger. 

Fuck the neighbors.

He dug his fingers bluntly into the flesh of your thighs, snapping his hips into you so hard that the sound of your skin slapping together sounded like someone trying to break down the door. The only other thing he could hear over the obscene noise of your cunt swallowing his cock was your voice. Matt loved the sound of your voice. It soothed him in a way he’d never experienced. He loved the way you said his name when you were about to come. It fell off your lips in repetition, getting breathier and higher in pitch the closer you got, like it was the only thing you could remember. The one thing you held onto as you disappeared into the pleasure he conjured. It made his cock swell the way filthy things sounded coming from your angelic voice. 

“You’re getting fucked the way you deserve, you understand? Don’t you dare fucking come until I say so.”

“I-I…c-can’t-”

Matt growled loudly as he dropped your legs, leaning forward to grab you by your throat. His fingers wrapped around your neck tightly, pressing firmly into your skin as he squeezed to momentarily cut off your air flow.

“You wanted to be treated like a whore, so I’m fucking you like one. You come before I say so, I will finish myself in your throat and edge you for the rest of the night.”

Matt released your throat as you struggled to breathe again, closing his eyes tightly as he tried to focus willing his own orgasm away. You just felt too fucking good. He faltered for a second as your walls clenched around him, a surprised moan slipping from his mouth. Matt fit so perfectly inside your body, he swore you were handcrafted for him. Everything about you fit perfectly with him. There was no other explanation for your limitless patience, unprejudiced acceptance, or the way your bodies fit together like two perfect puzzle pieces than you being Heaven sent. 

you can have my isolation

you can have the hate that it brings

you can have my absence of faith

you can have my everything

Slipping himself from the vice grip your cunt had on him, Matt hissed at the loss of contact as you whined loudly at the emptiness. He carelessly flipped you over onto your stomach, bringing his palm down harshly against your ass as he kneeled behind you.

“On your fucking knees, now.”

“Matty…I can’t-”

Matt slapped your ass harder this time, causing your body to jolt forward as you cried out. He pulled your ass up into the air by your hips, pushing your face down roughly into the pillows so that you were perfectly arched for him. He wasted no time pushing the blunt head of his cock back through your folds, letting his head fall back in a deep sigh as your warmth surrounded him again. He leaned over your body, his chest flush against your back, burying his face into the crook of your neck as he moaned your name quietly into your ear.

A shiver ran through your spine despite the heat that lingered in the room, and he felt your walls tighten around him once again. Matt could feel his sense of control starting to slip and he grasped onto your hips tightly for support. It was getting hard for him to focus on anything other than how perfectly you fit around him. You were the one thing that always grounded him, but he still found himself getting lost in you. 

You were the one thing he never had to question or debate. The one thing he would always believe in. The one thing that made him feel whole, and like he wasn’t completely alone. The only one that could calm that thing inside him that was constantly fighting to get out. He was barely moving his hips as he fucked you slowly from behind, feeling dizzy at the way you were whining his name in the silence.

“Fuck…you feel so goddamn good. So fucking perfect.”

Your breathing was just as erratic as his. Your heart was thrashing against your ribcage, but Matt drowned it out as he focused completely on your voice. All the breathy whimpers, the desperate whines, the pleas and songs of praise. His name. He wanted to hear more of his name.

“Tell me how it feels. Come on, be a good girl and tell me.”

“Feels so good, Matty. So good.”

“Grind that ass against me.”

“Matty-”

“Come on, baby. You can do it. Fuck me back. Come on, be a good girl and fuck me back.”

Your hands weakly gripped onto your restraints as you tried to lift yourself up. Matt wrapped his arm around your waist to support some of your weight as you started to roll your hips back against him. 

“Fuck…fuck, slow. Slow…baby, slow.”

You could hear in Matt’s voice he was nearly as gone as you were. It sent a shockwave through your nervous system, allowing you to find a tiny surge of strength to move your hips back and forth against him like a lazy tide. He grabbed your hair by your roots, pulling you back forcefully against him so that your head rested on his shoulder. His lips and teeth left greedy marks all over your neck and along your collarbone as he spoke lowly in your ear.

“You’re gonna make me fucking come. Gonna be a good girl and let me fill you up?”

A loud moan escaped your mouth at his words, and you felt his hips starting to move in tandem with yours as his grip tightened on your hair.

“Come on baby, let me come inside. Please…please, baby. Don’t you want that? Don’t you want it all?”

“Yes…please…please, Matty. Want everything.”

“That’s a good girl. That’s my good fucking girl. You can have it. You can have everything. Take it like I know you can.”

help me

you tear down my reason

help me

it’s your sex i can smell

help me

you make me perfect

help me become somebody else

Matt was absolutely lost within your body. The logical part of his brain had been shut down completely and he was acting purely on instinct. The scent of your arousal and need was everywhere and it was driving him absolutely fucking crazy. He couldn’t hardly distinguish his own scent from yours at this point. He couldn’t think straight or clearly at all. He wasn’t sure if you could either, or maybe you just didn’t care about the consequences. 

You hadn’t lied. You told him you wanted him, wanted everything. You meant that. But would you regret it when the post-sex haze cleared? Would he? He knew you were it for him. He knew he wanted you for the rest of his life. You made him better. Maybe if you had a ring on your finger and his child in your belly he wouldn’t have to escort you every time to order drinks at Josie’s, or leave you in Karen or Foggy’s care when he had to leave so that some asshole couldn’t try to hit on you. You made him better. Would he be a good husband? God he would fucking try. He’d do anything to make sure you were happy. You two had made it work this far, hadn’t you? You handled everything life threw at you together. You always made it work.

Could he be a good father? He’d have you. You had a natural instinct for taking care of people. You’d make an amazing mother. You believed in him. He knew what a good father was, he’d had a great one. He’d have a whole new purpose in life as a father. He’d have another person that made him better. Another person that loved him fully and wholeheartedly. Someone that wouldn’t know the Devil that lurked beneath, but the good man he tried to be. Someone that would think he was perfect.

“Matty…please…please I can’t-need to…God, please.”

Matt felt your walls fluttering around him. You were close, really fucking close. You couldn’t hold it, and neither could he.

Something snapped inside him at the revelation of his newfound desire. Matt gripped onto your hip and grabbed a fistful of your hair roughly, tugging your head backwards to make you arch your back as he leaned in to growl in your ear.

“You wanted this cock, so fucking take it.”

i wanna fuck you like an animal

i wanna feel you from the inside

i wanna fuck you like an animal

my whole existence is flawed

you get me closer to god

Loud pleas of his name and guttural grunts reverberated through the apartment as Matt fucked you relentlessly. His pace was fast, pistoning his hips at a speed that made your head spin. Every single one of his thrusts was precise, making sure he hit that spot within you that had you seeing supernovas behind your eyelids. All you could do was take it. The rope burned as it rubbed the skin around your wrists raw, but it barely registered in your mind as Matt continued to bury his cock deep within your cunt over and over again.

He gripped your hips with both hands so vigorously, you knew there’d be a perfect outline of them on your skin tomorrow. Your thighs burned from holding yourself up on your knees, and you weren’t sure how long you had before they gave out. You could feel them start to wobble, and Matt must have been able to feel it too. He brought one of his hands up to grab your throat, allowing you to rest some of your weight on his arm as he held you in place. 

“That’s it, fucking take it. I know you wanna come, don’t you? Wanna come on my cock? Think you’ve earned it?”

“Yes…y-yes, please. Please Matty…please!”

“Go on, then. Make me proud. Come for me. Let me have everything.”

Matt tried to hold you steady as you started to convulse, the repetitive moans of his name falling from your lips sounding like the sweetest symphony to his ears. He felt a fresh wave of your wetness slicking his own thighs as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm, grunting as your pussy clenched around him. He quickened his pace, fucking you even harder as he chased his own release. 

“I’m gonna come so fucking deep in this pussy, and you’re gonna fucking keep it there. You understand? You fucking keep it there.”

Incoherent whines left your lips as Matt’s rhythm began to falter, his thrusts becoming sloppy the closer he got. All at once his orgasm hit him like a freight train, nearly knocking the breath out of him, and he let out a violent thunderous yell as he emptied himself completely within your walls. He continued to thrust hazardously into you as he rode out the intensity of his own orgasm, vice-gripping onto your waist to steady himself.

“Fuck fuck fuck…FUCK! Jesus fucking…shit.”

through every forest

above the trees

within my stomach

scraped off my knees

Matt panted heavily as he fell onto his knees behind you, letting his head hang between his shoulders. The head of his cock seemed to throb from overstimulation and he hissed quietly as he tried to regain his bearings. He didn’t wait for the fogginess in his own brain to clear before he started tending to you. Matt expertly unraveled his own trap to free your hands, wrapping his arm around your waist so that he could lay you down gently. He carefully brushed his thumb along the marks on your wrists, pressing featherlight kisses along the irritated skin as he held them against his own chest.

“I’m sorry, my love. Should’ve untied you before I got too carried away. I got something that’ll make it feel better. Are you alright?”

You hummed faintly in response as Matt untied the makeshift blindfold, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead along with the tip of your nose. He retrieved a salve from the bathroom that he applied to your wrists to soothe the sting, keeping his touch light and cautious to prevent further irritation. 

“It wasn’t too much, was it?”

You shook your head slowly as his fingertips traced lightly over the spots on your body he was certain he had left marks. Part of him felt guilty for leaving them, for inflicting any kind of pain on you, even if it was in the name of pleasure and he knew that you enjoyed it. A bigger part of him loved it. He hated that he couldn’t see them himself, but he knew they were there. And even if he couldn’t see them, anyone that dared look at what was his would see them. They would be able to see that you were his.

Another wave of possessiveness seemed to fight its way through the current of his haziness and exhaustion, and before he could stop himself his lips were leaving a burning trail of kisses along your skin. He used his tongue to soothe the various marks left along your neck and collarbones, enjoying the way your pulse started to pick up again and breathless sighs left your lips. Your fingers slipped through his hair lovingly as he descended down the mattress, back arching off it slightly when he took one of your nipples into his warm mouth.

“Matty-”

“Shh, it’s alright. Just relax for me.”

Matt had traced your body with his hands many times, committing every detail to memory, creating a map only he could read. As he trailed his open-mouthed kisses down your stomach, a new tide of your arousal hit his senses all over again and had him pressing his forehead against your lower belly, inhaling deeply as a groan resonated throughout his chest. Your body always welcomed him, invited him in, no matter what. Whether he was a good man or a sinner, a gift from God or a curse from the Devil, an honest lawyer seeking justice or the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen seeking retribution, you were there waiting for him.

i drink the honey

inside your hive

you are the reason

i stay alive

Some of Matt’s release had started to leak from your core, and before he even knew what he was doing, he was collecting it with two of his fingers and pushing it back inside you. A startled moan sounded from you at the sudden intrusion, and Matt couldn’t help himself. He wrapped his lips around your clit, massaging it with his tongue slowly as his fingers buried his seed deep within you. Your hands flew to his hair, tugging as hard as you could in your exhausted state as breathless pleas of mercy flew past your lips. He wanted to be selfish, get lost in your taste just once more, but he knew you needed a break. The game was long over. He’d more than collected his prize. 

Matt crawled up the mattress to lay beside you, wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you up onto his chest, threading his fingers lightly through your hair as he kissed your forehead.

“Sorry, sweetheart. You know I can’t get enough of you.”

“I know you hate when I say you have super senses, but sometimes I really don’t think you’re human.”

Matt laughed loudly as he grabbed the covers to pull them up and drape them over the two of you, hugging you as close as he could and brushing his nose along yours.

“I’m human, I promise.”

“Well you’re a human with super senses and super stamina.”

“Heightened senses. And you.”

“Oh so it’s my fault you’re insatiably horny all the time?”

“As a matter of fact, it is.”

“Objection.”

“Overruled.”

You huffed in exasperation, earning another round of laughter from Matt. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear as he bumped your nose with his lightly.

“Hey.”

“Hm?”

“Don’t make plans next weekend.”

Matt tilted his head in your direction when you lifted yours up slightly, a small grin on his lips when he felt you staring at him curiously.

“And why is that?”

Brushing his thumb along your cheekbone, Matt tried his best to fix his gaze where your eyes were, a timid smile settling on his lips as he spoke gently.

“Because you and I are taking a trip upstate.”

You sat up a little straighter, and Matt could hear your heart rate tick up in excitement. He could feel the smile that tugged at the corner of your lips, threatening to take over your entire mouth. God, he’d give anything to see you actually smile just once.

“Wait, what? But-”

“A whole weekend. Secluded cabin all to ourselves. Just you and me.”

Tears began to well up in the corners of your eyes, and Matt could taste the saline in the air. He smiled softly as he cradled your face in his hands, leaning in to press a tender kiss to your lips.

“But I lost.”

Matt shook his head slowly as he chuckled, pulling back slightly to cock his head as he lifted his eyebrows in question.

“So, you don’t wanna spend a whole weekend with me in a cabin with no one around for miles?”

“No! I mean…yes, of course I do. But…I didn’t win the game.”

“Angel, you were never gonna win the game.”

“Objection, I-”

“Overruled.”

“Stop that.”

Matt grinned widely as he pulled you back onto his chest, grabbing one of your hands to lay your palm flat against his chest over his heart as he sighed happily.

“I was gonna plan it whether you won or not. I know we haven’t gotten to spend much time together lately, and I know that’s my fault. Besides, I could use a vacation.”

“That’s an understatement. I don’t think you’ve ever taken a vacation, Matthew Murdock. I’m surprised you even know what that word means.”

“That’s…fair. Regardless, there’s no one I’d rather take one with than my girl.”

Matt never got tired of hearing the way your heart skipped a beat whenever he called you his girl, told you he loved you, that he thought you were beautiful, how grateful he was for you, or whenever you noticed him enter a room. He didn’t think he ever would. 

“I love you, Matty.”

Matt closed his eyes tightly as he held his breath for a moment. Every time you told him you loved him, he felt like he was in a dream he never wanted to wake up from. Your heart was always strong and steady when you said it, even the very first time. There was no hesitation. No room to question it. Just pure honesty.

“I love you, Y/N.”

Matt’s mind was reeling with questions. He wanted to ask you how you felt about what he had done, what you told him he could do. He wanted to know if you saw the same future he did. He’d had an awakening when he was inside you, a moment of true clarity, and he wanted to know if you had too. But he could tell by your slow breathing and the decrescendo of your heart’s rhythm that you were falling asleep. Sometimes he liked to lay beside you and listen to you sleep when he got home from a late patrol, constantly in awe of the angel that was waiting for him. It helped relax him. It reminded him why he kept fighting, night after night. It reminded him he had a reason to make it home night after night. 

Maybe he’d ask you tomorrow, or on your trip. There was plenty of time. There was a lifetime waiting for the both of you, and another after that. 

tags: @stilldreaming666 @th1ccwinchester @damienhugo @daily-evanstan (I wasn't sure if you last 3 wanted to be tagged or not, if you'd like me to remove you just let me know!)

[queer-n-here]

u already kno wassup !!!!

eldritch abomination reader who has come to originally destroy the world, but was enchanted by their 'one', ( aka sigma, atsushi, and mushitaro or someone of ur choice ) and instead devotes their entire time stalking and invading their lovers mind, pulling them into the readers all devouring aura.

( ur honor they are madly in love ) they dont quite have a proper form but has slowly been constructing one bc their lovers coworkers/friends don't believe they exist "you always go out on dates with this mysterious person and you always rant and rave about them, but not once have we seen them. are you just making them up or something?"

so eventually reader finally constructs the perfect form and comes to their workplace to get them for their date ( that involves tentacles, mind fucks, and breeding ) . Reader basically envokes primal fear in everyone and will kill anyone who hurts what is theirs ♡. major weird ask but it is a random and specific Need i have

~ 🕸

Long time no see 🕸️ bro! Btw, thank you, this just made my writer's block evaporate.

Is it weird that I totally loved every single part of this?

Also, I had no fucking idea what an eldritch abomination is, so I did some research bout them!

This ended up becoming 100% fluff, hope you like it!

Contents: Eldritch abomination reader who sees Atsushi and goes heart eyes

Warnings: Fluff, powerful reader, mind manipulation, shit ton of stuff that doesn't fully make sense but whatever, it's Atsushi even if I haven't mentioned his name (because I felt like the Eldritch would be like 'that's too simple a name for me to address my love with')

EDIT: Soooo, I may have confused myself on what an Eldritch horror is 😅 I kind of imagine smth like Dormamu from Dr. Strange tbh hehehe

You had arrived at that small universe to satisfy your thirst of destruction, to watch it crumble under your power as faces of fear and misery looked up at you, their lives at your mercy. And yet, you found yourself thinking of that vision less and less.

It was not going as you had expected.

Nowadays, you were focused more on that boy that you had started watching. His house was located quite close to the woods you had chosen as your home.

You were everywhere, and always watching everything, but you needed a headquarters of sorts to concentrate your power for it to be more effective, and that was why you had chosen the woods.

You had expected him to be the first of your victims, yet now you found yourself growing less and less fond of that idea. He was not meant to be killed. He was meant to be taken care of.

Not only was he so incredibly small and three-dimensional (like most of these 'humans') he was also wonderfully precious, like a small-sized treasure that slowly began meaning everything to you.

So after months of watching him, you finally gave into your desire of meeting him in person. You changed your form to the one with the simplest dimensions, not wanting to make him lose his mind the way you did others.

He had stepped out of his house to gather firewood, that little thing. When he saw you, he dropped it all, stumbling backwards and attempting to run.

You were not pleased.

You guided the trees of the forest to block his way, and when he had no way left to escape, you spoke to him in the language he would comprehend.

"Do not be afraid." You said, your voice low and guttural. "I do not stand before you with intentions to harm."

He had fallen to the floor in his attempt to scramble away from you, and now he looked up at you with fear in his eyes.

It was not an expression you wanted to see on him.

So you eased into his mind, calming his small brain with the likeness of a sedative. His breath grew steadier, and his eyes returned to their normal size. His instincts were clouded now, and he could not help but be drawn to you, standing up and stepping closer.

"Closer," You told him, and he obeyed. He did not need your words, you could control him fully if you wanted.

But some part of you was reluctant to do it. You wanted him to... Like you? Perhaps, you yourself were not entirely sure yet.

You moved closer, wrapping your form around him, encasing him into yourself, away from the rest of his world, where he would be the safest.

You let him be curious, freeing the part of his mind that you knew would ask questions... You wanted him to know you.

"What are you?" He asked, his eyes wide again as he turned to look at all of you.

"I have many names," You said. "But you will be able to use none of them; they are too powerful."

His wide eyes reflected the kaleidoscope of colours of your form, and you felt his brain grow appreciative of your form.

Pride. It was an emotion beneath you, and yet you could not help the swelling of colours in your form when you saw that he liked it.

"Then... What should I call you?" He asked, looking as though he was still unsure who he was talking to.

"Anything," You presented before him a makeshift form. It was a mirror image of his own, something he could look at while talking and not feel awkward.

He gasped. His fear had long since been subdued by your charm, and he did not hesitate to reach forward and his doppelgänger's shoulder.

"Wow," He whispered, and your colours became brighter again.

Later, when returned back to his house, his senses finally returned to him, and he realised the danger he was stepping into.

And yet, could he resist the urge to go back to you? Not when you had so easily planted it in his head. Hence, after resisting for a whole day, he returned to you the very next.

You let him look for you in the forest, hiding in a dimension his eyes could not perceive. You let him run around, growing more and more desperate when you wouldn't show yourself, calling out to you, but unsure of how to do so since you hadn't told him what to call you.

When he collapsed, tired, on the bank of a small lake in the woods, tears dripping from his eyes as he sobbed, you decided that your game had lasted long enough.

And so you showed yourself, making it look as if you had emerged from the lake itself. He looked up with a gasp, eyes wide and wet as an ecstatic expression broke through his face. His arms rose, reaching for your form.

You let him touch you; today you had taken a four dimensional form, and it was way easier for him to get wrapped up between your colours.

"I thought... I thought you l-left," He said, sniffing.

"I would never," Was all you said, and yet his face lit up. It was not your doing, you had already relaxed your control of his mind when he had entered the forest.

Weeks passed, and his human mind slowly developed romantic feelings for you. You perceived them, and yet never expressed it. He would be the one to tell you, and on his own accord.

You waited, but not for long. Soon, he brought you flowers, handing them to you as his cheeks flushed, looking away and shivering slightly. You wrapped around him; humans got cold painfully easily.

He froze in your embrace, he had learnt some of your ways to show affection. His blush spread gradually, and his muttered confession felt like something with even more power than you.

Joy. Yet another emotion beneath you, but when it came to him, you were reduced to a mere human teenager. You cared not of status or immortality anymore. Destruction of his world? You had long since abandoned that plan. This was his home, and you'd protect it with your life.

You would protect him with your life.

A month passed, and he visited you everyday, bringing with him small presents of the like you knew humans appreciated. You took them all, preserving them with your power so they would never spoil and hide them away in the most complex dimension you could find.

And every time he visited, you gave him the thing you thought was best: a little bit of your own immortality. He did not know yet; you did it without his knowledge. But you did not think he would mind if he found out.

Now he sat on a tree branch as you watched him, leaning against the trunk for balance. You had lifted him up there, and he was speaking of the view. You could not help but move upwards, closer to him.

He watched you, a smile on his face as you changed forms again.

Being three-dimensional was difficult for you. Not only did it weaken your power incredibly, it also could not store your abilities. The closest you could reach was four-dimensional, and that itself took its toll on you.

And yet you were always four-dimensional with him, knowing that this was how he could see and touch you best.

You sat on the branch next to him, wrapping around his small frame.

There was a comfortable silence, and you slowly lulled his brain, sending him to sleep.

You loved it when he was defenseless, when all his safety was you, when the only one that he trusted was you, and not his human friends.

It was another one of those days where you were watching him as he went about his day, keeping him safe from any danger that might come his way.

He was talking with his friends, and they appeared to be teasing him.

"Come on, you've never even shown us a picture..." One of them said, sitting so close to your human that you had the urge to crush her insides. "Or even told us their name!"

He flushed slightly, not knowing how to respond. "W-well, their name is... Very complex."

"A nickname, then," Another said, wrapped in bandages and leaning back casually against the couch. "Or what? You just call them 'honey bun sweety pie'?

They laughed, and you bristled. Your human was getting flustered, and no one but you was allowed to see that expression on his face.

You took shape immediately, condensing your power so much you felt its strain. To make it three-dimensional was like trying to contain the ocean in a glass jar, and yet you attempted your fullest, anger fueling your movements.

You appeared on the doorstep of the building, your speed phenomenal as you climbed its small staircase and appeared at the door of the room your human and his friends sat in.

You pushed open the door, and stepped in. They all looked up, and his eyes widened.

Your power needed your three-dimensional vessel to be big, and you were as tall as 6'8", your shoulders wide and arms thick with what looked like muscle but was actually energy. Your hair was a light brown, and covering your body was what seemed to their eyes a suit.

He recognised you immediately; one glance at your multi-coloured eyes and he knew. This was you, the one he loved.

You walked up to him, throwing him a well-practiced wink as you greeted him the way you had seen lovers greet each other, leaning down to place a kiss on his cheek.

"I came to pick you up," You said to him, your voice low as you ignored everyone else in the room. "Your work has almost ended now, right?"

A long-haired man lowered his glasses to look at you. "And who are you?"

You could not help but grow irritated, and you triggered fear in the minds of everyone in the room but the one who was yours.

"He's..." Your human seemed breathless. "He's my b-boyfriend."

One of the humans, the insignificant ones, whistled as he stood up. He was scared, you had made sure of it, but was putting up a front.

"Damn, Atsushi," He said, taking in your carefully constructed human form. "He's biiiig."

Your human blushed, his cheeks reddening in that way you did not want them to see.

"I don't see why you didn't show us his picture before," A female said, her house quivering slightly. "He's not bad looking at all. Not that I thought you were, just so you know."

You looked at her, sending her your appreciation for praising you in front of your human by tickling the part of her brain responsible for pleasure.

She squirmed in her seat, her eyes slightly wide.

You turned back to what was yours, holding out your hand. "Shall we head home?"

His blush spread; he still hadn't managed to take his eyes off you. "O-okay..."

He let you take him away, his cold hand clasped in yours. You put on a burst of speed, and the two of you were back in your forest.

The moment you two were alone, he took your face in his hands, his eyes shining.

"You look..." He could not go on, but you knew what he meant.

Another burst of pride. He made you feel things you had never thought significant before.

You leaned down and kissed him, pressing his plump red lips against yours and, unknown to him, transferring more immortality to him.

He responded in the affirmative, letting you wrap your arms around his waist and bring him closer.

You opened up dimensionally, creating a fourteen-dimensional barrier around you two, freeing your power and protecting him at the same time. A part of you still remained three-dimensional before him, embracing him and kissing his lips.

When you pulled away, his eyes were slightly moist.

"I love you," He whispered, and you smiled.

Your love was such that it could not be put into words he would comprehend, and yet you did not want him to think that you did not reciprocate his feelings.

"I love you, too," You put energy into the phrase, making sure he felt the intensity of your feelings.

[lambilegs]

lee harker with a mean-ish girlfriend 🙈🙉🙊

lee with mean!girlfriend/partner headcanons 🎀 (contains: both sfw and nsfw content, reader getting gagged, humiliation kink, both reader and lee domming, spanking, dirty talk, reader receiving fingering and oral, reader is referred to as having a "cunt")

🌷͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘♡𐡘 𐡘 ֎ 𐡘 𐡘♡𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙🌷

NOOOOO bc wait... 👀 I've thought of this before too. also this was SOOOO much fun, and so hot to write, I didn't even know how bad I needed to write this till you requested it so thank you so so much 💗

first off -- literally gets turned on when you're rude to people who actually deserve it. like, if you're rude to someone who's behaving in an entitled way in a grocery store, she'll just watch in awe. because while she, too, would stand up for people, she'd never have the nerve, or even natural tendency, to do it with as much sass and attitude as you. so, watching you put people in their place, in a way she never could, is pretty satisfying, and she can't help but take a bit of pride in it.

but. she also finds it hot as fuck. the confidence in which you call the person out, the snarky smile on your face, the harshness your tone takes on... you wield so much power, and it's incredibly hot.

cue ten minutes later -- you're on your back in her backseat while she eats you out, mumbling against your sloppy cunt, "jesus, you looked good."

and speaking of sex, she probably gets into such a subby mood when you get like that, wanting nothing more than to worship you with her mouth, fingers, strap -- you name it. which LMAO you do. sometimes, you're mean with her in the bedroom too, teasing her mercilessly, gently bullying her, making demands left and right. and she's putty to it, holding back moans and willingly laying on her back, ready for you to ride her face or do anything you want to her.

you're incredibly bossy with her. she's usually on the quieter, more observant side, and it contrasts, ironically enough, pretty nicely with how upfront and abrasive you can be LMFAO usually, when you're a bit bossy w her, she'll just quietly sigh and do what you ask IDJSDKJ

but, I def feel like you can't be too mean with her. quiet and allusive as she is, she doesn't like people talking down on her. she gets enough of that at work, she doesn't need it from her own partner too

dude if you stand up for her?? she's either extremely touched by the amount of anger you feel on her behalf, or again, finds it so hot how willingly you throw yourself in defending her, and how your care for her exceeds any sort of filter you may have. either way, she relishes in being taken care of in such a way, especially since she's not used to it

sometimes goes to you to figure out if something someone says is rude bc she can't tell herself, and asks for your opinion on how to respond. though she does take your advice w a grain of salt bc you usually just wanna be rude to anyone who's even slightly mean to her

she's just so awkward and reserved and it makes her the PERFECT target for playfully and gently bullying. you'll grab her jaw and move it side to side, cooing at her, you'll sometimes instigate and taunt her just for the fun of it, you'll tease the shit out of her when she unintentionally does something even slightly embarrassing or silly. it's just your love language tbh LMAO

if you take it too far, she'll give you a sharp look or firm response, and you know to stop. but, usually, she just ignores you or quietly disses you back (she does it so smoothly you sometimes don't even realize it till some time later LMFAO)

loves putting you in your place -- will sometimes bend you over her lap, spanking at your ass and teasingly mumbling, "were you all talk? where's all that snide attitude from before?" if you piss her off before or during sex, she'll edge you for so long, pushing you to submit fully to her before she finally gives you release. she'd sit with her back pressed against the headboard of the bed, your legs spread out over her lap, back flat on the bed, just fingerfucking you with hard, deep strokes, staring at you intently, saying, "you sound so wet. you just want someone to shut you up, don't you?" hmm, what else? totally gags you sometimes with her fingers, strap or your panties while fucking you, just delighting at the way you whimper and moan at having her make you yield to her dominance and forget all the attitude you were giving her before

anyways ummm who wants a full length smut of lee w mean!girlfriend bc I think I need it

[dorkynerd23]

Ah, he never changes..Vanitymoth is back with another shitty review and this video proves he truly doesn't understand or gets Murder Drones as a whole, say whatever you want about the finale as I've had a few issues about the finale myself and think it could've been a bit better but it was at least satisfying and entertaining. I'm not even surprised by this (in the slightest) since as I've said in my post about Vanitymoth, he's almost never positive about whatever he reviews, he barely has ANYTHING positive and praise to give when it comes to the pieces of media he reviews even though there are things you can praise but Vanity choices not to, it just feels like he has very high standards and if they don't meet up to his expectations then he just sees them as bad overall and sees his opinions as definite facts everyone should take to heart and listen to, this dude is just insufferable both to listen to and watch.

He also hearted this comment here...As someone who's in both communities I personally don't think the MD community is as awful and terrible as the Helluvaverse community can be, tbh. Yes, the MD fanbase has shown to be terrible and awful but that's all fandoms, all fandoms are toxic and terrible no matter how big and small, and just for the record the MD fanbase has been called out before by many people. And one more thing, although all fandoms are toxic, there's also good aspects to them as well too. There are good aspects to the Murder Drones fandoms as I've met and see many incredible people in there, despite its bad aspects in the fanbase it's still a fine enough fanbase with some bad and good apples but again, no fandom is perfect and you'll always have good and apples no matter what fandoms you're apart of.

But I'm overall tired of Vanitymoth and can't stand him for the life of me, he's very unbearable as a cartoon reviewer and just doesn't understand MD, this comment says a lot honestly and I personally don't think he's truly ever cared about the show because he gets so much wrong about this series and these characters and overall gets them wrong and mischaracterizes them to make them look worse as a result and to fit his own narrative and shitty theories.

Listen, if y'all want someone, a YouTuber who ACTUALLY understands and gets Murder Drones, actually understands the characters and gets everything right about the show and the theme of it itself, if y'all wanna watch a reviewer who gets MD, please go watch Sarcastic Chorus. Although I don't always agree with his opinions, he's always valid and positive with his opinions even when seeing the flaws in whatever he reviews, he's a great and much better YouTuber than Vanity. And just like @wayward-delver said when it comes to Sarcastic Chorus, SC genuinely understands how the show was meant to be understood and watched, he sees the hard work, love and dedication that went into the show and he's also able to point out flaws without being a dick and shooting down the fans of the show.

[thirty-five-owls]

It's been 17 years since I last consumed any Hazbin Hotel content but we're back in business baby!

thoughts on radioapple (love the name):

lucifer and alastor engage in a purely physical bdsm relationship, where alastor's secret (and only) agenda is to test lucifer's powers and collect data on how to beat him through tactics in battle, since strength-wise there's no way he can win. and lucifer is honestly just there to have a good time and beat up the guy who's trying to steal his daughter.

alastor seems like the type to do pain experiments on both himself and other people and enjoy the feeling of exerting control over pain, plus it's a safe space to run some hypotheticals, juuuuuust in case. like how many hits can he take from the king of hell before he's at his limit, lucifer's speed, stamina, quirks when he's doing the hurting, triggers when he's receiving it. ya know, might come in handy one day when he inevitably betrays the whole crew.

how did it get started? by lucifer making his usual round of threats at alastor during one of his hotel visits and alastor's aroace brain took one particular threat in a whole different direction, a dare from alastor is what started it all.

lucifer feels pure joy just using alastor's body as a punching bag, the deer demon has incredible self control and always needs to have the last word, even when he's lying face down in the ground, bleeding and beaten to a pulp, unholy darkness and eldritch murmurs emerging from his being in an uncontrollable rage, which is just oh so satisfying to watch. plus, when lucifer's the sub he gets to ask for more favors in the sexual nature and watch alastor's blank expression process and inquire for more information. it's been a great coping strategy against his depression, tbh.

[oodlyenough]

dw empire of death

spoilers ofc

hm. like many RTD finales, a bit of a mixed bag. i feel less certain of my overall thoughts than last week (which i thought was a blast, tbh).

the good: i'm... pretty happy with the ruby mom reveal. this whole mystery box set up turning out to be "she was just a scared young woman who couldn't raise her baby", an ordinary woman mythologized by ruby and the doctor over the season, etc, is an extremely RTD solution. and as a fan of his stuff I liked seeing that... well... pivot to his roots as opposed to her being part of the pantheon or something (which I admit I did wonder about myself).

the *idea* of her pointing at the sign to name the baby is nice, I like the meaning of it and what Ruby takes from it, but it is a bit of a clumsy set up. very dramatic pointing, ms miller.

also as much as i was dying to see what the screen said lol i DID love the character moment of ruby stepping forward to offer the name to sutekh, only to smash it, and then clip his collar (lmfao btw). i thought that was a nice character moment for ruby. in that moment i thought perhaps we'd never find out the answer, and that would be something ruby sacrificed for the greater good. i wasn't sure how satisfying that would be and I guess I'll never have to find out bc it's not what happened lmao, but it is where i thought we might be headed.

i liked seeing the gloves and the rope from TCORR come back. i like surprise tools that will help us later :)

loved the memory tardis from the time window and the use of that tales from the tardis set. how cool.

loved the time window playing clips of classic who that's so fun. mel's moment with six's outfit awwww. and i'm sure i missed some of the namedrops of planets etc that fifteen was going on about but i liked the ones i caught. shan-shen! oodsphere!!

i thought the effects of the dust wave and the insta-crumbling was pretty good and spooky

i really like having mel around! i hope we get to see her cameo again

the mixed bag:

'the death wave is eating memories and going back through family trees in reverse' is pretty cool as a concept, i thought. where i think this hurts the resolution a bit is that in the moment i thought, "ok, well, ruby's "safe" because there's the Mystery, there's no family tree for it to climb!" but like... there was. does sutekh need to personally be aware of your family tree to kill you?

i really liked the moment of fifteen and ruby watching louise outside the coffee shop, and i really liked the moment where ruby sits down across from her and then the barista calls the name ruby and they have this look. i ... kind of found myself wishing that it would stop there? i mean, i'm happy for ruby, and i think "ruby found her bio fam and now ruby and her big family are together" is a nice ending for the character. but there was something so emotional and bittersweet about that split second of wondering and connection between the two, and ruby having that choice to make...

the goodbye between ruby and fifteen was lovely. millie gibson is so good her big watery eyes make me so sad. i've enjoyed the two of them together and i think they have incredible chemistry as characters and actors, like, what a team of besties. i'll miss ruby on the TARDIS. but ... only 10 episodes, a couple of which didn't feature them much at all... a bond that didn't get super developed on screen ... I dunno. Left me wishing we got more from them through the season.

I do know we'll see more of Ruby next season, so I'm excited for that. an s4 Martha situation. but then I also worry about Varada Sethu's character getting development time too...

the not so good:

killing off rose, kate, etc in the first minute removes stakes, because while you might worry about characters like cherry or carla who won't necessarily stick around when ruby leaves or whose deaths will impact ruby, you know rose and kate are not going to stay dead permanently. also very infinity war (derogatory) where there was the same issue -- no these characters won't stay dead and i'm not going to humour it lol

rose temple sweetie it was nice to see you stand in the background and not speak. what was that about. she FINALLY got all of two lines. it just felt like she didn't serve a lot of purpose in this ep. I mean I liked seeing her but she did not do anything to the story in either part of the ep

the solution of "death kills death" was a bit goofy lol but it's doctor who the solution is always goofy. i didn't care too much about that i guess. but it was goofy

i really think we could've used a more decisive scene with carla and ruby. carla seems to understand ruby's desire to know her bio fam and be supportive of it and that's lovely. obviously ruby loves carla and vice versa. but i think it would've been nice to have a moment of on-screen explicit acknowledgment between carla and ruby that there might be weird feelings there, that louise isn't replacing carla, something like that.

related to the above, the Doctor says Ruby redefined the way he thinks of family, which is a huge thing to say, but I don't feel like I ever saw that happening on screen. it COULD have. all the pieces are there with foundlings and foster care and adoption...

[owlbelly]

finished Scavengers Reign, absolutely blown the fuck away. the kind of thing you point to when you want to explain why this art form is important & what it can do. exactly the thing i've been begging for from western animation for adults!!! everyone who worked on this should be so incredibly proud. i was SO MOVED by this show oh my god

for friends who are weighing whether or not they want to watch it - the body horror does not let up, it is VERY gory & parts of it are very achingly sad. that said, the overall tone is hopeful & the core of the show is about the beauty inherent in survival & interconnected life (even when that life is horrifying). it finishes in a really good place, leaving an opening for further seasons but also telling a very satisfying self-contained story. if you think you can stomach it i think it's super worth it to give it a try! happy to give a heads up for specific triggers, etc.

tbh i want everyone to see this & i want it to win a ton of awards (but particularly visual design & soundtrack! the MUSIC!!!)

[swallowtailed]

palisade 62 / finalisade side b track 6

on palisade!

one thing about fatt, they can stick a landing. more specifically austin and jack by their powers combined can stick a fucking landing. tbh let me talk about the outro first, actually:

stunning final track. loved hearing it morph from the palisade theme into other tunes.

a joy to hear from parti one last time!! probably my favorite npc of this season.

and to lift back out into the frame of perfect imperfect as hosted by layer luxurious (broadcasting from the planet of palisade, which is a lovely touch)—it’s my audio drama past coming out, but i do so love a diegetic radio show. we were promised that we would hear the end of the perfect millennium! and we did! satisfying.

i wasn’t sold on the plot of this sortie, but janine brought it home—has been bringing it home all arc. her work in this finale has been really, really cool. super solid science fiction. going from questlandia back into armor astir felt like an odd zigzag—much like dipping into and back out of the mirage—but the thread of blossoming sentiences was very strong.

(would like to take time to dig into the thematic structure of this season, now that it's over, but for now i am just pointing at it)

god, just knowing that brnine survived, and continued the fight… that's a win. closing on them bantering with thisbe was, i agree, the perfect final image.

brnine’s gravity clock changing to “thisbe is an important part of my life”... thisbe saying they’re a good captain and asking to watch a movie, and brnine immediately teasing her… they’re friends ;-;

also—season about grief—it was jokes, but thisbe saying “i was stating a fact, i wasn’t mourning” and brnine replying “sounded like mourning to me”, and ending palisade on that exchange… a good note of closure on that theme, i felt.

there’s been a lot of excellent character work this season—brnine, thisbe, cori, figure, jesset, and august all stand out to me. i’m trying not to make this post too long but man. genuinely incredible stuff.

perennial blooming again with thisbe’s gift of the pollen was really lovely. as was all the imagery in that scene

thisbe throwing sixes to speak with perennial was so Dice Game. one last little bit of serendipity for the road.

also thisbe being integrated with various different ways of being is very “it’s not a field it’s a garden” to me

i am looking forward to seeing how they treat this new phase of the divine cycle, because a transformation like that of the divine arbor would be devastating to a lot of lifeways & ecologies. it is far from the only time this has happened in the divine cycle! but it’s a great chance to concretize that. kudzu and other invasive species were raised in a previous ep; i’m also reminded of area x from jeff vandermeer’s annihilation. what i would like to see: a focus on new social forms, cf scavengers reign. fatt typically does not dig into ecologies, land relationships, etc, but perhaps they will look more in that direction in the divine arbor’s new world? who knows. either way i’m gonna be sitting here talking about ecological readings because unfortunately i do think it’s important and relevant lmao. (while i’m talking on the season scale, this is something i really want to see in sangfielle as well. which is a setting that even more deserves some time spent on the land.)

cori’s scene with elle was great. her storyline this season has been so fun—losing none of the bravado, but coming more into herself. i thought she was gonna give elle some of her blood but a ritual knife is probably a better gift.

can’t wait to see where they’re at next divine cycle season!!

“if only you could get five more minutes” made me laugh

glad that levi made it out! starcrossed is a wild name for a team led by a guy who kicked off his career by defeating the fear of death—kinda thumbing his nose at fate—but it seems like he’s pulling it off so far.

can local plant-based organizing be a viable alternative to galactic capitalism? i sure fuckin hope so!!

leap vanishing with present would have been extremely space opera

perennial blue ribbon…

i did overall really enjoy this season. i think it’s their best yet, for character work and executing on big ideas. a sharper take on twilight mirage. it’s dense but it has momentum. they really do get better every season imo... like my season ranking does kinda just go directly up in chronological order

god. palisade.

stay tuned~

(also, while we’re here, thanks for reading! this is something like the sixtieth of these weekly palisade ep posts, which is wild. it’s been a weird year and a half, personally—a lot of time in motion—but tuning into palisade every week and then thinking and discussing together has been really fun. so shoutouts!)

[yakichoufd]

hi!! I absolutely ADORE how you draw and characterize scott, it's so refreshing from the usual depiction of him in media *cough cough*, movies, certain comics. I was wondering if you've ever read this fic---To Rebuild a Life?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7283611/chapters/16538692

Its my all time FAVORITE scott summers fic, it's basically a retelling of his origin story based loosely on info from the films and comics (i read it before watching/reading any and really enjoyed it, might be a biiit confusing in some areas but it didn't affect the overal story tbh). It's pretty much a found family, lab rat au. You get to see this KICK ASS scott summers as he quite literally fights to survive, he's incredibly cunning, persistent, and fiercely loyal here and it's just. So good. I can't even properly explain it LMAO. But the relationships, characterization, world building, references, and most importantly the angst here are so good, I 100% recommend that you read it!!

thank you so much! I am really pleased that so many of you enjoy how I draw him! I am having a lot of fun! I find it sad that he was not that well written in some official materials but I think we all love him for specific reasons! I am super happy the fandom give him the love he deserves <3 I am not familiar with that fic! I usually do not read uncompleted fics cause my little gremlin mind can't stop thinking about the potential follow up without being satisfied, but you made me super curious about this story! It sounds like it is my jam, so I'll most definitly read it! :D So thank you so much! I am happy we are all recommending fics to each other! I joined tumblr (many many years ago, before the purge and on a different account) for the fic recommandations (and also fandom analysis and discussion)! It was always so nice! That reminds me, I should leave some comments on all the fics I enjoyed. Writing comments is hard! My english is kind of poor and never expresses the love and emotions I had while reading, so I'm kind of frustrated but I am always happy when i get positive comments on my own work. We shall all let our favourite creators known how much we appreciate their work! <3

[rabid-reads]

I finished Dark Heir and Sarcean is my favorite character now. He gets the best lines and sleeps with everyone. I can't remember if the Sun King's hair color was mentioned, but I'm going to bet it's blond and he's in love and angry with Sarcean. Hence the ✨️ensorcelling✨️

And oh no, those letters to Justice from Marcus. It's the Dark Rizz equivalent of Gojo and Geto, and I am so sad they will never be together. 😭💔

Also, that scene where Visander is not cool with Tom and Devon sleeping together (which admittedly is pretty weird) and starts describing Phillip as some sort of discount Sarcean is pretty great. Visander's a lot of fun. He's much better than Katherine. When Visander is jealous and asks Devon if he lets Tom ride him 👌😂

It is painful watching Will be everybody's scapegoat when their real issues stem from themselves and their detrimental prejudices.

And Ettore. Love him. I might try and see if I can find any fanfic for him. Since he's like...kind of single now. 💀

That scene where James tells Will to take his virginity. 👀 I had to put the book down and pace around my backyard while smiling like an idiot. Why couldn't Will kiss James then? 😭😭

Damn. And when Sinclair snaps the collar on James, it was so satisfying to see James stand up to him. 👊

Wow, everything Will felt and went through during those last few chapters. Pacat is incredible. He's such a great character, and tbh even if Will turns out to be evil I would still be on his side. Because fuck em, that's why. Cyprian is so dumb. I'd be ok if he died in the next book. Even if this series ends with James and Will ruling the world that'd be fine by me.

That was a lot to take in and I have too many thoughts.

[mythicamagic]

May I ask why you like Sukuna so much? Don't get me wrong, I love him too, he reminds me of Yang from Piofiore, but I thought you would be more attracted to Gojo or Geto? 🤭

Thank you for the excuse to yap, anon! Talking about my biases is one of my favourite things to do.

I guess my answer can be summed up with three points:

Sukuna is hot - I like his tattoos and his true form satisfies my monster romance cravings

Sukuna is charismatic

Intelligent villains make brain go brrr.

To elaborate, when JJK first came out I did simp a bit for Gojo because of his eyes and white hair. It wasn't really anything other than shallow - hey, he's pretty.

(I've never been a Geto girlie, I respect those who are, but I haven't felt anything toward him other than sympathy for his breakdown or apathy toward him becoming a cult leader type. He's aight.)

When Sukuna was first revealed I found him entertaining but wrote him off as purely insane. Fun to watch but nothing interesting. This changed in episode 4.

That episode showed his charisma tbh. An insane villain is only fun to watch passively, that or they become annoying. A truly personable villain is one that lives comfortably by enjoying what they want to do but also demonstrating intelligence and cunning. Guys like Sukuna and Yang are my favourite type of villain because they're so incredibly selfish they seek to assuage their boredom via entertainment. They thrive in violence that isn't targeted or hateful, just pure enjoyment. Putting aside the murder part- as someone who is incredibly meek and anxious irl, those characters appeal to me because they thrive unapologetically. Their ugliness is embraced and celebrated.

From a purely simping standpoint- Someone like Nanami is the greenest flag you've ever seen. That man would take care of you and love you. 10/10 you should marry, he's perfect. However, for someone like me, that perfection would make my imperfections feel worse.

Characters like Sukuna basically remove that because they're reveling in their own fun. I think to really enjoy them is to remove your own ego from the equation in a way- because these men will not cater to you emotionally. Yang is there for pleasure, Sukuna is there for entertainment, ect.

However in this way - you can kind of find vindication through them too. Liliana grew into herself more by becoming Yangs woman. She lost her freedom but gained it in other ways by experiencing sexual liberation and the darker aspects of the world- living in it and adapting. I figure life with Sukuna would be like that too in some AU where he wouldn’t automatically kill you.

I find Sukuna the most interesting character in JJK because he's centered and intelligent even as he revels in chaotic destruction. He's well read and has a history that gives him a tangible presence. He's strong but playful, cruel but absent of hatred for his opponents in a way that feels almost respectful even as they're fighting to the death (with the exception of Itadori).

A lot of what he is ticks my boxes. I expect Scar from Wuthering Waves will also scratch my itch for this type of villain too once we know more about him.

Er so yeah...take your pick anon haha. Simple answer: Sukuna is a cool villain, and I like to watch him have fun (not excusing anything he does but I trust your media literacy enough to understand that)

Complicated answer for simping: something, something, female empowerment fantasy through being allowed to be the worst version of yourself with a villain, thus achieving liberation from societal constraints.

[ltleflrt]

Hi! Okay so I came across your fic Omega And The Beast completely randomly in a comment section on Tiktok and marked it for later a while ago. Well a few days ago I hadn't slept and was running on a lot of tea and started reading it. It was absolutely amazing! I have not seen Supernatural, I barely know any of these people except for random stuff I've seen on Tumblr but I got so immersed in the fic. I was not expecting that at all tbh. Well...I kinda had no idea what to expect? Since I know nothing about them? So it came as a total surprise when I fell in love with the universe!

Absolutely wonderful fic! I am really busy these few months but I literally could not stop reading any chance I got. My heart broke so much for Cas tbh. In my head, he now lives the absolute best life with no worries at all! All the good things for him! The slow bond that is formed between Cas and Dean had my entire heart! I am an absolute sucker for stuff like that. Ahshfhhff hurt/comfort is soooo good!! My favourite scene is probably their midnight picnic. Dean completely disregarding all the rules to take Cas on a picnic...almost cried! I was yelling at my best friend about the fic the entire time too hdhdhfj. Gonna get her to read it too!

I have now started No Words...I told myself this wouldn't become a thing but I am a liar! It's slow going because like I said life is busy atm but it's such a nice reprieve after a long day! Your writing is so so good and I'm pleasantly happy with my first experience in the spn fandom

Anyway, yeah! I need to get back to work now but thank you for sharing your wonderful craft with the world and allowing it to keep me company on long days and sleepless nights 💜💜

I was at work when you sent this, and I'm stressing out about my first international trip and my first business trip, and was generally having a foggy brain day. But this message cheered me up so much that I kept opening it and reading it, so thank you. You have excellent timing 💜💜

I'm always blown away when people decide to read my stuff when they haven't watched Supernatural. What perked your interest? Are you into omegaverse in general? This was my last spn/destiel fic before I burned out, and I think it turned out pretty good considering it took me a year to write, which is usually long enough for me to forget what I'm doing or lose interest in something. It feels really good to hear that it appeals to a wider audience, because I figured it was really niche lol

(If you ever decide to watch the show, just don't watch the very last episode. Stop at 15x19 and go find more fanfic, you'll have a more satisfying experience lol)

(Also, check out this incredible fanart of Cas from Omega and the Beast by @strwbryshortie that is so stinking cute and captures him perfectly.)

Anyway THANK YOU! I'm so glad you enjoyed OatB, and I hope you enjoy No Words too 🥰

[bloomingstay]

favorite kpop group tag~ thank you @binniesbang!

who is your favorite kpop group?

stray kids, if that was any surprise

which member sparked your interest first?

hyunjin! i've almost always been pulled in by the dancer (lee know i know but) specifically the style of dance hyunjin excels in. the isolation is so satisfying and cool. for some reason choreo always gets a song stuck in my head??

But also!! I had heard they produced their own music and that really got me interested in kpop again

who was your first bias?

chris bang 🤍 went from zero to ult within no more than two days tbh…

what makes them your current bias?

oh god. um. i'll put this in the least embarrassing way possible. (this is a kpop tumblr blog I should probably get over it)

it was a particularly bad year. i stumbled upon their silly videos (thank you stay for the edits<3) and they made me laugh. then i started seeing clips of chans room and him interacting with the boys and just like... he's so wonderful. he's generous and kind and loving and thoughtful. just a shy lil guy who also happens to be a flirt and a fucking dork and it's cute man idk shut upp

who is your bias wrecker?

i was certain i'd never have one, i truly adore each of those boys so so much.

i was however proven wrong after a very sweet, silly compilation of binnie being ridiculous. followed by a face cam of his sclass performance in the supreme jersey?? and the curls?? he has such amazing stage presence and he's a great dancer. but he kept going from his cute sweet binnie expressions looking like he was just so into it and having fun, to the "dark rapper" eyes and commanding stage presence. and like, wow. 🖤 i am a sucker for that kind of duality.

which members are you currently obsessing over that aren't your bias/wrecker?

in another reality han is my wrecker. that boy is the epitome of what i used to look for in guys: babygirl. lol. well, and insanely talented and funny and everything. I adore him

after befriending a couple seungmin stans, i started looking for pics and clips to send them and found myself so incredibly impressed with him and touched by some of the things he's said and done. plus he’s a funny little shit.

hwang hyunjin is such a sweet boy. since we got producer jinnie on the last album i have been looking back and just so impressed with his growth 🤍

when did you first discover the group?

(Upon editing I realize I read this as ‘how’ but oh well)

okokok so

i was a kpop fan 2014-2017 and went all in. kcon and concerts the whole thing

but then i was just on my usual 6 hour yt shorts binge as i tried to fall asleep and saw skz reacting to the "your eyes" mv, specifically felix's part, obviously. i watched it like 12 times just cry laughing at han screaming, hyunjin trying to escape, channie hiding behind his hands and squealing. it was just so funny to see a group kind of clowning their own shit? i thought they were hilarious.

then i saw julien (solomita) had reacted to 'topline' and i was soooo into it. immediately went to watch some mvs and decided cool i'll be a totally normal casual fan of this group’s music….. :)

THEN a lovely lady i'd followed on my 10 year old tumblr account posted about skz. i messaged her that I’d finally decided to check them out and she was kind enough to answer questions and entertain my onslaught of messages as I screamed about how much I love these boys. and she still does everyday so. thank you hana 🌸

have you ever been to one of their concerts?

not yet~

what are some of your favorite songs by them?

THIS SECTION TOOK ME WAY TOO LONG. disclaimer: I absolutely could not include non ot8 this would’ve been 30 songs (I’m probably going to cheat)

Hall of fame. bitch ever since that live stage (which was the first time I’d heard it) I’ve listened to the sclass album 3 times a week no joke, goddamn it’s so good. so just know, i pulled almost every song from that album off this list when i made cuts

levanter. a hard pill to swallow mid relationship struggles and holds a lot of meaning for me.

secret secret. i can't get over how professional this song sounds and how it was just a few years in?

leave. where i got my username~ like I said, relationship stuff. You have not yet really bloomed When the new season comes I hope the warmth will make you bloom Into a flower that never dies

sclass. *bling bling* HIPHOPSTEP. such a fucking chaotic mess of a jam.

megaverse. the breakdown? MEGAPHONE. Han, bitch? We make the rules nobody can hold me yeaaahhh. Your body shakes - STRAY KIDS EVERYWHERE ALL AROUND THE WORLD. Sorry, flawless.

gods menu. ate, bitch. chan was something the fuck else

domino. neeed I say more

social path is bomb

grow up. read lyrics for the first time just now ow

eternity. told u I’d cheat.

love poem. big cheat my list worth it

I am going to be so mad when I realize I missed a song I listen to 7 times a day but been doin this for 2 hours so I’m calling it. Also forgive me I’m still working through the discography (backwards) and haven’t listened to the full first couple albums.

the adhd is allowing no further focus or thought so i will be tagging the same friends as my last tag post no pressure <3

@channieblossoms @skzms @roseykat @thefantasyden @seungsungracha @astraysis @channieswife

Thank you again @binniesbang for tagging me~!