#Always gotta think and write critically

[ell-arts]

In the Episode "Rip Van Packle", Pac-Man started flashing a dark green and realizes that he might be fading away as he starts feeling weak, realizing that it's because he doesn't belong in that time period. while in "Pac to the Future", neither of the main characters do the same. Although the events of Rip Van Packle were a dream, we can also assume the same thing could apply to real life time travel; could it not? (Across the Spider-Verse has something similar)

Interesting theory... it's hard to say how much of this could be canon because it all happened in a dream.

I've always thought that the moment Pac turned green for that second was either because he was slowly waking up from the dream, or he was just feeling ill from not eating in so long. I don't think it's because he realised that he doesn't belong in that time period, as that's a detail that is a bit too specific for a phenomenon that didn't get any verbal confirmation. Pac did say that he felt "a little light-headed," so my first thought was that he was just hungry.

Either way, time travel in "Pac to the Future" showed that it's possible for them to time travel without feeling weak or in danger of fading away. Since these events weren't a dream, they are more "trustworthy" of a source compared to the events of "Rip van Packle."

We can of course make up our own theories stemming from that moment as fanons.

[sodaneko]

it's been over a week but i legit haven't stopped thinking about this

[daz4i]

one thing about me is i'm lowkey a sdr2 hater. dgmw it has a good story and some cool gameplay elements but my god does its cast suck ass (with a few exceptions). i don't care about these kids dying. can you show nagito being unhinged again instead please

[cybrasigilism]

Three’s Company (Thanos/Choi Su-bong + Nam-gyu X Reader Drabble)

warnings: smut and all things of the like | not proofread | lowercase intended | threesome | degradation | oral (m! receiving) | marking kink | orgasm control | voyeurism | these are my interpretations of these characters, please be respectful even if my opinions on the characters differ from your own

characters: thanos/choi su-bong (player 230), nam-gyu (player 124)

A/N: wanted to do a thanos/nam-gyu threesome thing that isnt just doublepen bc i’m lowkey tired. gotta love these maniacs though. THIS IS A DRABBLE WRITTEN IN POINT FORM/HEADCANON FORMAT FYI

MDNI! 18+ content below the cut, readers discretion is advised

➣ if these two are both fucking you, it usually involves you sucking thanos’s dick while nam-gyu plays with your pussy. the positioning is interchangeable, however if it’s nam-gyu’s dick you’ve got between your lips, trust he will have a firm hold on your head as he fucks your face.

➣ these two are big on voyeurism, typically it’s thanos fucking you while nam-gyu watches. however, thanos will happily sit back and watch as you ride his best friend

➣ while you give thanos head, nam-gyu will not be letting you cum unless you beg for it. he’s gonna be a complete asshole about it too, and you can bet that thanos will play along

“so rude, talking with your mouth full.. you need to teach your bitch some manners before she can cum on my fingers”

“ y’ gotta speak up señorita, we can’t understand you like this-“

➣ during foreplay, you can expect to be sandwiched between them. these two will also be equally fiending for your attention, picture something like nam-gyu kissing your neck as he gropes your tits through your shirt, all while you make out with thanos as he grabs your ass

➣ sometimes when thanos has you bent over, nam-gyu will taunt you from the front. kissing you, biting your bottom lip, leaving hickeys where he can on your neck, you name it he’s doing whatever he can to make sure you don’t put all of your attention on thanos

➣ they both love when you make out with one of them while you ride the other one’s face

➣ whether its nam-gyu or thanos plowing you, you can bet you’re leaving with bite marks all over your neck, tits, stomach, thighs and occasionally your ass

➣ will degrade you to each other, or even just in general

“shit, you told me she was a slut but i didn’t think it was this bad”

“fuck, you love when we use you like the cheap bitch you are, don’t you—“

“bet she was thinking of doing this all day huh, the pathetic little whore.” “better fuck her ‘till she can’t think about anything else then, if she wants to be so dirty minded”

➣ the aftercare is in fact a cuddle-pile, why do you ask? typically only after a particularly rough session though

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i had way too much fun with this i fear, its been an idea brewing in my noggin for a minute now so i’m hoping you guys enjoy, even if it isn’t a request!

as always, any advice/constructive criticism on how i can improve my writing is appreciated and requested! have a great night/day lovelies 💋

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[inside-lees-mind]

hey!! do u think u could write for sasuke, shikamaru, kiba, lee, neji, gaara, and/or sai with a clingy reader who gets jealous easily? love language is acts of service and quality time but she clings onto them a lot too. (feel free to change up the characters/add or omit anyone!! thank you!!)

Naruto Characters with a Clingy/Jealous S/O

Characters: Sasuke, Shikamaru, Kiba, Shino, Rock Lee, Neji, Sai, Gaara, and Kankuro

I wanna include Kankuro somewhere so don’t mind me squeezing him in frfr. Also ofc, I gotta add Shino.

Sasuke Uchiha

He’s acting cool. He’s acting real cool. Dark and mysterious.

You’re throwing that off, but if you’ve got him wrapped around your finger, he can’t seem to bring himself to shake you off.

You’re like throwing off the dark and mysterious with your energy, so he’s gonna act indifferent, maybe even irritated.

Best believe that he clings onto you right back at home. I don’t take criticism on this take.

If you get jealous easy… good luck.

Now he’s not feeding in to these other girls minds that he could somehow care to look their way, but these girls STILL stare at him with heart eyes.

Cue him just walking away from them, telling you to come on already.

He’s not entertaining their bullshit, so you two can go where they will leave you both alone :)!

Shikamaru Nara

Complains, complains, complains again.

“What a drag” “you’re so troublesome”

He’s blushing though, don’t let him lie. It’s obvious.

He secretly finds comfort in your constant clinging. And the way you like to spend time with him. And be around him constantly. You must really like him. He’s secretly flattered.

He just can’t open up so he’s never gonna tell you that.

He’s not really the type that women are just falling at his feet, so you won’t have to worry about being jealous so much.

If a girl on a mission does get a little too close though, he WILL distance himself from her. Don’t worry.

He’ll complain if you step in for him to help get the girl away, but he’ll be grateful for the help (silently, bc out loud he’s saying he can handle it himself)

Kiba Inuzuka

I don’t know why people think Kiba is some player or fuck boy. So I want to go ahead and clarify, I don’t think he would be. I think he’s actually got nervous teen boy crushing energy, no matter his age.

He’s clinging to you too. Lmfao.

Literally you two are attached at the hip, arm, shoulder, whatever. Attached.

Akamaru is always with you two though, but who doesn’t love Akamaru?!

He gets jealous too.

You two are probably unbearable bc listen, hope for everybody’s sake you aren’t as jealous as he is.

If a man looks in your direction, he will whine for the rest of the night.

That being said, he is not accusing you of entertaining or doing anything, he’s just complaining about the guys audacity to even look in your direction.

Shino Aburame

DO NOT LET THIS MAN LIE TO YOU. He gets jealous.

Like petty kinda jealous. He’s a petty mf.

So you are not alone if you get jealous.

He’s also physically clingy behind closed doors, but ONLY behind closed doors.

He asks that you not hang off him like a koala in front of everybody, but he’ll perhaps hold your hand.

He’s clingy in a less physical way. He needs you to stay close to him most of the time, just be there. So if you like quality time, this the guy for you.

Back to jealously, this is the only reason I could ever foresee him being even a little toxic. He trusts you fully, but give a little bit too much attention to somebody and he’ll convince himself he’s like not your first choice and you forgot him like everybody else did.

So he’s more jealous than you, without a doubt in my mind.

Honestly, he takes time and effort to convince to settle down and get out of his own head.

Neji Hyuga

Not a PDA person. I think he might be willing to like hold hands. Accept a kiss on the cheek or something. But really, he wouldn’t be all TOO found of being literally clinged to.

However, he does like to have you around. So if you are just the clingy type in regards to being around them all the time, he’s okay with that.

He wants to be around you too.

He’s not the jealous type himself, and he probably won’t really notice that you’re jealous.

I don’t think he’d appreciate somebody other than you being all over him though, so you don’t have to worry much. He’ll tell a person straight up, no sugarcoating, to get away from him.

If you complain about somebody’s actions later, he’ll realize you were jealous. He’ll probably ask why if he told them off anyways. After a conversation, he’ll probably just reassure you that he will continue to tell people off.

Nobody touches him but you.

Rock Lee

HES SO MFING CLINGY

PHYSICALLY AND JUST IN GENERAL.

He talks about you all the time to everybody he can. He’s constantly telling people that you’re his partner. Bragging about you.

And since you’re clingy and he’s clingy, you’re probably right there by his side as he does this.

If for some reason, he doesn’t get a chance or remember to introduce you in some flamboyant, glamorous, extra way, and somebody tries to make a pass at him, he won’t notice they’re flirting unless it’s OBVIOUS.

So cue your jealously.

He would be the type to literally push somebody away and say some shit like “I’m flattered, but I have a gorgeous, amazing partner already.”

Sai Yamanaka

(I call him Sai Yamanaka bc it creates a bigger line for the name btw, he’s not married in this case)

He does not mind you constantly clinging to him or following him around. Not in the slightest.

That is because he likes you, so he wants to be around the person he likes, after all. (Sai, yall are dating. That’s obvious, you don’t have to say it)

He probably follows you around a lot because he thinks he’s supposed to. And also, he finds that he likes to be around you.

He might do something a book told him to, get too close to another person, paying no mind to any like reason it could be wrong. He didn’t mean it that way.

And since we’ve established you’re the jealous type, you’d have to explain to Sai that he can’t just get too close to other people like that.

Gaara of the Sand

He doesn’t mind the clinging, but he doesn’t have the time for it :/

When you can cling to him or follow him around without interfering with his focus and work, he’s perfectly okay with it.

And he’ll find himself wishing that when he’s busy, he wasn’t so you could be with him.

A lot of the girls in the village have a crush on him now that he’s kazekage, so you’re bound to be pretty jealous.

But Gaara doesn’t let these girls near him. He’s polite with them, but he’s not entertaining anything at ALL.

You don’t have to worry with him. He’s as loyal as can be.

At home, he’s clinging to you too. He’s touch starved.

And he loves to spend his free time with you.

Kankuro of the Sand

Cling to him in public like a koala. He’s not complaining. He’s BRAGGING.

PLEASE.

He’s the type to tease you about it, but if you break away from him because of it he’ll complain bc WHERE ARE YOU GOINGGG?

He would purposely make you jealous. Within reason. He will not disrespect your relationship to do so. But if he knows something simple could make you jealous, like giving too much attention to a stuffed animal, he will do it on purpose

“You wish this was you, huh?”

He’d like it if you wanted to just come sit in his workshop with him while he works on puppets. He’ll talk when he’s not like SUPER focused.

[writingsbytee]

THE HOTLINE (part 2.)

SEX OPERATOR TERRY RICHMOND x BLACK FEM READER (BLAIRE)

*Remember you are in charge of your own consumption. 18+ up audiences only; minors please don’t interact!* THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION 

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SUMMARY: Set in the early 2000s. Taking your best friend’s tipsy advice, you decide to call a sex hotline for help with dirty talk and your overall insecurities surrounding sex. When you call your local sex hotline, you get more than what you bargained for when Terry pics up the other line. Part 2 picks up with Terry finally making it to Blaire’s house. Porn with little to no plot ahead.

PAIRING: Terry Richmond x Blaire (reader)

WARNINGS: 18+; explicit dirty talk, explicit sex scenes; daddy kink; size kink; spit play if you squint, cursing, 

WORD COUNT: 3.2K

PREVIOUSLY ON: PART 1

AUTHOR’S NOTE: PART 2 IS FINALLY HERE!!!! I’m so excited to share this chapter with you guys. I hope this is worth the wait, I know everyone wanted to know what was up next with Terry and Blaire. As always, criticism is welcomed but remember I have sensitive feelings so don’t eat me up. Happy Reading love bugs! This hasn't been proofread, so I apologize for the grammatical errors

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‘I done lost my rabbit ass mind’, Terry thought to himself as he blew through yet another stop sign. It was like something came over him, and he had to have you. Your voice, so soft and delicate, he could still hear you begging for him. He was slapping himself for forgetting to ask for your number. Terry glanced down at his dashboard, “Eight more minutes babygirl,” Terry mumbled to himself before pressing his foot a little harder on the gas. 

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You were pacing back and forth, wondering if you’d gone absolutely insane. You gave a sex hotline operator your HOME ADDRESS! Has all the ‘dateline’ you watched taught you nothing?! Yet, here you were, pacing pantyless waiting for your doorbell to ring. At the moment it sounded like a good idea, a way to be spontaneous. Now out of your lust induced haze, you’re more than nervous. But, the time for nerves is no more when the tell-tale chime of your doorbell rings throughout your house. 

“Who is it?” you ask, approaching your front door. 

“It’s me babygirl, it’s Terry,”he says, sounding just as nervous as you. You stand up on your tip-toes and look through the peephole. An audible gasp left your lips at the sight of the man on the other side of your door. Standing well above 6 feet and built like a tank. There’s no way this is Terry the man was a literal adonis. 

You whipped open your front door, “You have gotta be kidding me!” There’s no way this was Terry! And his eyes! The blue/green/brown combination swirling into a hypnotizing hazel, you were pretty sure one look from him and you’d be on your knees in an instant. 

Terry couldn’t take his eyes off the pink haired angel that opened the door. Your doe eyes wide as you took him in. “Damn Blaire, you’re fucking gorgeous. Uhh, I’m Terry.” Terry’s hand shot out in front of him. He watched as you glanced down at his hand before you burst out laughing. 

“Not even an hour ago you were giving me permission to finger myself. Now, here you are trying to shake my hand, talking about ‘I’m Terry’. I think we’re past formalities babe,” You laugh stepping to the side to let Terry in. 

The nerves dissipated once he heard your laugh, “I just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, I know this is an unorthodox situation” Terry says, as he steps over your threshold. He takes in your home, your maximalist taste usually jarring for some but Terry thought your place suited you. 

“I appreciate that, I am comfortable around you. I mean I hope I would be based on what we just did on the phone,” you finish with a nervous laugh.

“Your place really suits you, babygirl” Terry said, his eyes darting around your entryway trying to memorize the place.

“Can I get you anything? Water, soda, or maybe something a little stronger?” You ask, wringing your fingers. The drink you had earlier is starting to wear off. Terry takes notice of this, a small smirk forming on his face. He was relieved that you were just as nervous as he was, “Something stronger sounds nice, to shake off this nervous energy. Lead the way, beautiful.”  Terry watches, as you lead him further into your home. He thanks the lord at the bounce of your ass under the oversized t-shirt you have on. 

“Light or dark?”you ask, holding up a bottle of tequila and bourbon in each hand. You couldn’t stop staring at Terry. He had to be crafted by every wet dream you’d ever had. And it manifested itself right here in your kitchen. 

“What were you drinking?” he asks, leaning against the counter. You watched in awe as his muscles rippled in his tight black long sleeve. 

“I - uh. I was drinking tequila,” you finish with a sigh, frustrated at your nervousness. He’s just a man, the man of your literal dreams but just a man nonetheless. 

Terry notices your nerves and does his best to ease them, disarming you with a megawatt smile. “Tequila sounds great baby girl.” You nod and spin around, reaching above your head to grab a glass for your visitor. Terry’s eyes widen as your shirt rides up showing the cuff of your plump ass. As if he’d done it a million times before, Terry walks up behind you placing his huge hands on your hips.

“You answered the door like this to drive me crazy didn’t you?” Terry whispered in your ear. You felt your heart stop, then restart again going double the speed. 

“Now, why would I want to do that?” you ask, innocently. “It’s not like I want you to bend me over this counter and fuck my brains out or anything.”

A laugh burst from Terry’s mouth, startling you slightly, “Ohh, you got jokes huh?” Terry asks as he tightens his grip on your waist. He reaches above you for a glass, his large, strong hands brushing against yours as he grabs it. His scent, a mix of citrus and tobacco filling your nostrils, forcing you to breathe in deeper. 

“So do you do this with all your clients?”you ask once you’ve grabbed all the fixings to make drinks for the two of you. Terry leans against your counter, a smirk adorning his face. 

“What? Bend them over their kitchen counters and fuck them cross-eyed? Nah, you’re the first. Can’t say that I’ll make this an everyday thing either,”Terry says, eyes never leaving yours. 

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”you ask, starting to shake your drinks. 

“I have a feeling once I get a taste of you I won’t be able to let you go. No one’s ever made me as hard as you do babygirl, ”Terry says, as he takes a step toward you. Your eyes widen briefly at the realization that you were going to climb this mountain of a man. Sliding his drink to him, you smile behind yours taking a sip.

“Easy cowboy, I like foreplay,” you say, moving around your kitchen. Terry smirks, coming up behind you to undo your claw clip. His hands grip your waist pulling you flush against his front. He snakes a hand up behind your neck gripping your pink tresses in his fist and pulls. An involuntary moan leaves your mouth as your eyes meet Terry’s.

“So you like it a little rough?”Terry asks, bringing his drink to his lips taking a long sip. And you just stared dumbly up at him, the submissive in you dying to come out. 

“Open your mouth pretty girl,”Terry commands, his voice deepening. You feel your wetness slide down the inside of your thigh as you comply with his command. Your eyes widen as you watch upside down Terry takes another sip of his drink. He leans down, lips ghosting over yours as the liquor flows from his mouth to yours. 

“Now, swallow. Good girl” Terry praises when you follow his command. Your heart is racing when Terry’s hand slides down your front, cupping your breast through your shirt. Nipples hardening almost immediately, a needy sigh leaves your lips as you sag against Terry. His large hands cup both your breasts squeezing and kneading them. 

Terry leans down, his lips ghosting down the side of your neck. You tilt your head to give him access and his mouth attacks your neck. “I came in here with a plan,”Terry exhales against your skin.

“Get to know you a little bit and then fuck your brains out. You just had to open the door looking like sin. Baby, nobody’s ever made a raggedy old T-shirt sexy. But you, you might as well be wearing lingerie for how hard you got me. Can you feel it, baby? Can you feel Daddy’s big dick digging into your back?”Terry’s monologue got you hot. Your pussy’s leaking, your breath coming out in shallow pants. Terry flicks your nipples through your shirt, causing you to flinch and moan. 

“Mm, harder, “ you moan, encouraging Terry to play rougher with your breasts. 

Terry tsks, “Now is that how you ask Daddy for something? You know what, get yo ass in the room.” He abruptly steps back leaving you hot and wanting. Turning to him with a dumbfounded look on your face you’re at a loss for words. You’ve never been this turned on so quickly. Leaning up against your kitchen island, he smirked devilishly yet again. Reaching to grab the tequila bottle he brings it up to his lips taking a shot.

“Get in that fucking room, baby now,” Terry growls. It’s like a switch gets flipped, and you’re on autopilot. As you turn to make your way toward your bedroom, you reach down, pulling your shirt over your head. Leaving you completely naked in front of Terry.  The smirk completely vanishes from his face as he takes in your naked body, curves out of his imagination, you were like his wet dreams personified. Palming his dick through his pants, he follows you blindly to your room. 

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As soon as you enter the bedroom, Terry pushes you back onto your plush mattress, looming over you with a predatory gleam in his eye. His large hands immediately clutch your breasts, kneading the supple flesh as he leans down to capture a nipple between his lips. 

“Mmm, my delicious little treats,” he growls against your skin. Swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud before sucking it into his mouth. You were a panting mess, glancing down at Terry as he made out with your breast. Your thighs rubbing together covered in your slick, your clit dying for some friction. He lavishes attention on one breast while his thumb and pointer finger tease the other, pulling mewls and whines from your throat. 

Terry releases your nipple with a wet pop, trailing open-mouthed kisses along your cleavage as he works his way up to your ear. “You’re so responsive… so perfect I could play with these titties all night long,” he whispers huskily, nipping your earlobe. 

“Fuck, Terry. I need more,” you moan, your hips canting up in search of his fingers, dick, something that’ll quell this heat in your belly. You suck in a breath as his hand roam lower, gripping your thighs and pulling them apart. 

“Damn baby, you’re already so wet for me. You didn’t come like I told you to, right?” Terry purrs, circling your clit with a fingertip before slipping two fingers in to massage your inner walls. 

“Mmm fuck! Kiss me please,”you squeal out, back arching off the bed. Terry’s eyes flash with primal hunger at your plea. Leaning down his lips meet yours in a passionate embrace. It was a mess of tongues and teeth as you wrap both arms around his neck pulling him closer. You were drenched, sheets too far gone as you grinded against Terry’s palm. The sound of your wetness, and the combined moans of you both the only sounds cutting through the silence of your home. 

“What do you need, baby?”Terry asks, doing some kind of sorcery with his thumb on your clit. 

“Moreee, I need more Terry. Please baby, how long are you going to make me wait?” you groan out, fingernails making crescent shaped divots in his shoulders. You lock eyes with the handsome man above you. The hazel is almost completely overtaken by his pupil, his cheeks and chest flushed with arousal. He crawls down your body, his lips brushing against your inner thighs as he trails a path of open-mouthed kisses towards your dripping  pussy.

“Look at this pretty pussy baby, so wet and eager for my mouth,”he murmurs, burying his face between your folds and inhaling deeply. “You smell so fucking good pretty mama, fuck, I’m gonna tear this pretty pussy up. Sorry in advance,” Terry sends a devious smile your way before he buries his face in your pussy. 

He laps at your clit with long, slow strokes, savoring the taste of your pussy. The lewd sounds of Terry slurping your wetness permeating through your bedroom. Then, he dives deeper, plunging his tongue deep in your sloppy cunt and fucking you with it. Curling it to hit that special spot deep inside that makes you speak in tongues and see stars. “Fuck, I could eat you all day baby,”Terry groans against your flesh, his moans muffled against your pussy. 

“You’re eating me so good Daddy, I’ve never had it like this before,” You moaned. Your poor silk press, sweated out, lost to the throes of passion with the sexy giant above you. You were a mess, tears of desperation slid down your cheeks as Terry lapped at your pussy like he was savoring it, savoring you. As your hips canted up, your clit made contact with his nose drawing an exaggerated whine from you. 

“Yeah? You like that huh? Take it baby you wanna make yourself cum? Use my face,”Terry says in between moans. You became a woman possessed, grabbing onto Terry’s ears and you began grinding against his face. Covering him in your juices, “Fuck, Terry Yes!! Take that fucking pussy”

“God, look at you. Baby you look so pretty like this. Your pussy is weeping for me, I need you to cum Blaire. Can you do that for me baby?”Terry asks in between moans and slurps. 

“Cover my face in your cum, so I can fuck this pretty pussy,” he urges sucking firmly on your clit. With a final flick of his tongue, he sends you hurtling over the edge. Your orgasm rips through you with the force of a tidal wave. Senses heightened as you crested over the peak of pleasure. Your back arches off the bed, a high-pitched wail tearing from your throat as wave after wave of pleasure flows through you. 

As the aftershocks subside, Terry slowly rises up, his face glistening with your essence. He crawls up your body, lips meeting yours in a lust drunk, sloppy kiss. Even though you just came so hard, the taste of yourself on Terry’s lips was enough to get you ready for round two. 

“Fuck me baby, please”, you beg, your hands caressing Terry all over his muscular frame, grabbing his ass and pulling him closer to you. Terry pulls back his eyes, taking in your dick drunk state. You’re covered in a slight sheen of sweat, doe eyes dazed and unfocused, chest heaving with pants.

“You’re so fucking beautiful Blaire,”Terry mumbles absently, “So wet and ready f’me.” Without wasting another moment, Terry sheathes himself inside you, groaning  at the sensation of being buried inside you. 

“Fuck baby, you feel so good,”Terry moans. You preen at the sounds of this man moaning and whimpering. Terry grips your hips tightly and starts to thrust, each thrust driving him deeper and deeper into your pussy, filling you completely. 

“How does my pussy feel Terry? Tell me,”you ask through his mind numbing thrusts. 

Terry’s breathing grows ragged as he pounds into you, lost in the incredible feeling of your tight wet pussy enveloping his dick. “Baby, it’s like pure sunshine. Wrapping around me like wet velvet, and gripping me so tight, fuck. You were fucking made for me Blaire, there’s no way I’m letting you go after this.” He leans over you, his chest pressing against yours as he continues to drive into you with increasing urgency.

Terry’s hand slides up to wrap around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp and arch beneath him, “That’s it, take it all, baby.” His grips on your throat tightens slightly, his fingers flexing against your skin as he grinds deeply into your pussy. 

You don’t even know your first name. Terry fucking every last braincell out of your mind. Nothing leaving your lips but sobs, whimpers, and moans. He pistons into you even harder, the sounds of skin meeting skin echoing throughout your room. “I’m not gonna last much longer babygirl. Let me fill this pussy up, mark you as mine. No one else gets to taste this sweet pussy but me from here on out. Understood?”

Terry’s words unleash another mind searing orgasm, your eyes roll into the back of your head as your pussy pulses around Terry’s length. Your world erupts in color and flashes of light as you float outside your body. A broken moan leaves his lips, and with one final brutal thrust Terry buries himself to the hilt to release ropes of his sticky warm cum inside you.  “Mine,” he groans into your neck, his voice raw with possessiveness as he spills his load into your willing body. 

Terry collapses on top of you, being sure not to crush you with his full weight. After a moment, he rolls off and pulls you into his arms, cradling you against his chest. “You did great, baby,” he praises, stroking your hair soothingly. He presses a tender kiss to your forehead, his expression softening, “I wasn’t too rough was I?”

You shake your head, a dazed smile on your lips, “You were perfect, Daddy. Next time don’t drive somewhere else, I was dying waiting for you.”

Terry chuckled, pulling you impossibly closer,”Got it, you want me to run you a bath?” 

“Please?” you asked, body too spent to get up and do it yourself. 

Terry gently pulls out and places a quick kiss on your lips before raising up in all his naked glory. You feel yourself start to drift off as you stare at his ass, a small smirk on your face at another role play success between you and your boyfriend. Before long, the sound of running water lulls you into a brief slumber. 

THE END. 

OKAAAAAAYYYY! So tell me what y’all think in the comments! I love chatting with you guys! Thank you so so much for consuming my work. 

UNTIL NEXT TIME.

TEE <3

[sandraharissa]

How did they accidentally intimately understand the experiences of mentally ill ppl in s1??? How??? It’s gotta be cos the writers changed right

Ok bcos like, it’s not like Jinx in s1 was a good portrayal of mental illnesses in the sense that it was realistic. I’d actually argue that part of her appeal and what made her work so well is bcos she was undiagnosable. She showed many symptoms of what could be many different issues and so many ppl could relate to her on a basis of one symptom. But what they did with Jinx that made her work so well is that they seemingly understood the emotions and psychology that are shared by ppl with all types of different issues. They didn’t need to understand all the technicalities in terms of, like I said, a realistic portrayal of a specific issue. What mattered was that she felt like a really mentally ill person cos her arc dealt with the struggles of mentally ill ppl. She was portrayed to feel isolated, struggling to communicate/socialize, feeling like she was fundamentally wrong/different, like she inherently didn’t belong anywhere, frustrated with her own symptoms, having internalized guilt, a desire to be loved/accepted, feeling unlovable, trying to hide her issues/symptoms, futilely trying to fit/change her behavior to fit/pass, feeling like a failure etc.

The main betrayal of s2 when it comes to Jinx and her arc was violating that connection that ppl build with Jinx in s1. S2 Jinx is an extremely unrealistic, unrelatable and sanitized portrayal of mental issues.

99% of her symptoms disappeared after she experienced smth that would drastically exacerbate them. Are you pranking me? Is that what I’m supposed to relate to? Quick fixes were applied, like giving her Isha to fix her loneliness but 1)that’s not how raising a child while mentally ill would look like, it would make her struggles worse 2) they cease to portray crucial experiences of mental illness like feeling like you don’t belong cos your behavior is always off, these things don’t just disappear, even when ppl get better there’ll still be these moments, and that’s in a best case scenario. Like trans ppl after finishing treatment saying they got rid of 99% of their dysphoria, but never a 100%. look at how they expertly managed to portray Silco and Jinx having a close loving bond and simultaneously highlight her loneliness and isolation. So she has a kid now bcos single mothers are not famously lonely and isolated ppl right? It was a common point of criticism of Silco that Jinx not having friends amongst her peers is a really bad sign but now she still has no friends but now 1) it stopped being an issue 2) she’s also a single mother now.

The focus was switched from her being portrayed as likely born neurodivergent + traumatized to depression but specifically suicidality. it’s not like in s1 she wasn’t portrayed as depressed/suicidal and you’d think she’d become more so after s1 but that wasn’t the sole focus, but curiously it becomes so in s2. But despite this switch in focus that you’d think would stem from the writers wanting to write about their own experiences or smth that interests them that they think is important it couldn’t be clearer that the writers had zero empathy for the issues they were writing about cos it’s misery porn, a pitfall that many stories that center suicide fall into, glamorizing and romanticizing it. In s1 her worst symptoms like hallucinations were very dramatic and cool-looking visually but it was connected to this fundamental empathy, the understanding of mentally ill ppl as ppl with emotions and what those are. In s2 they drastically switch the portrayal of her issues to fit what they wanted to do with her in s2, and then proceeded to use it solely for cool and dramatic imagery/scenarios. It is completely disconnected from ppl’s real life experiences. The relatability was sacrificed for the sake of following tropes like 'death as redemption' that are supposed to be more dramatic or smth. Having her ping-pong from having no issues to having all the issues throughout the narrative.

Act1: She’s ‘dead inside’, she seems somewhat motivated at some point only for it to be revealed she was planning suicide – alright season, nice, what’s next. Act2: she’s just completely alright now from the get go, her hallucinations show up only when she first finds out Isha’s in danger. why? who knows. It’s like the writers understood that for them that would be a particularly stressful situation so they use the imagery of her illness to communicate she’s super distressed in this moment. So they used the imagery of mental illness not to convey mental illness and how it interacts with her life but as a dramatic-looking shortcut to convey a strong emotion, one that any other character would feel in this situation. Otherwise she’s doing better than she ever was, even in s1a1, and then Isha dies. Act3: so now she 100% ’wants to die’ again and it’s super depresso but then she has one conversation with Ekko and she’s again doing super good and then she dies by semi-suicide but she’s happy doing it and it’s like. beautiful? ok.

[ganeshpnf]

Thinking about Wrath of the triple goddess again and I just saw the interview Rick made and-

He openly says that he is mixing up two canons together, how he gets inspired by the "actors" and their dynamics. I read @lilislegacy 's criticism again and I just dont know how would we handle new books if he just keeps doing it. Because we saw the results, we saw how ooc characters become, we saw how it felt like Rick didnt read his own books for years and actually this is funny:

Just read your own books...And like, missing every detail even big ones or the ones we kept in our hearts for years(Annabeth's lemon shampoo...) is gone! Like what are you on?

This is why I always believe, if you make an adaptation, keep them separate from the canon material, in this case, books. It is hurting the both of them. Also this is the reason I personally dont like any mixing in the arts or in fanfics. I respect who does or prefer, but for me, universes need to stay separate or we have this situation in our hands.

Show and the books are so so so different, they deserve to be their own things. Show deserves to have its own canon, own events, actors need to have their own development. While books should stay books and book characters should stay book characters. Like please, book characters and show characters are different. We cant pretend the otherwise, we just cant. You cant tell me Walker is exactly book Percy, Leah is book Annabeth or Aryan is book Grover. They are all amazing, yes. We should support them, also yes. But pretending they are the book characters, that they are the exact same is just a big no.

Rick trying to write the actors' dynamics into the new books felt so ooc! And anyone who is hyping "Oh he imagining them as he writes", you cant see how ooc they were? And someone should tell Rick that. I dont know how to reach that man, he loves keeping himself away from the fans. But someone gotta let him know because the new books feels nothing but cash grabs. Amount of typo mistakes, ooc characters, all the stupid advertasing for the S2. So so cringe :(

I really dont want new book to be the same and I really dont know what to do *sigh* It hurts to see the man, who I admired for my whole childhood, getting so so much hate from the fans, but it is getting so hard to defend him, he is turning to JK.Rowling and it is creepy :(

[merakiui]

Oooo! Mira! Number 28 for skully? Or 45 for Riddle? It fits so well.🤭

AAAAA both are so perfect!!!! The urge to write more Skully is so strong, but that prompt for Riddle is too delicious to pass up!!! OTL

(cw: yandere, female reader, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, character death, decapitation, violence, descriptions of blood/gore, pastoral fantasy gone wrong,,, basically you and riddle are married and you live on a farm)

(monstrously yandere prompts)

He's yelling at you again.

It's about that uncouth butcher in town, the one your husband has told you to keep away from on countless occasions, lest he sneak you a cigarette and get you addicted to the sleazy sides of an impoverished life. He's the one who smokes recklessly and spends his days gutting pigs, cleaning cuts of meat, casing sausages...all without an education to his name, a most damning sin by all accounts. He's nothing but bad news, and Riddle is a firm believer that these types of people will cause irreparable ruin to one's social circle and reputation should they be let in.

He gets this narrow-minded view from his mother, though he's loath to admit it. According to the Rosehearts's, if you don't press your nose to a book and use your brain for something useful, what good are you in society?

When you were of age, your father was more than pleased to pair you with Riddle, who came from a respectable family. Mrs. Rosehearts wasn't very approving. Rather, she found someone like you—a farmer's daughter—wholly unacceptable for her son. "Those farmgirls can't be trusted," she would remark in a criticizing tone. "They're always rolling around with unsavory folks. I wouldn't be surprised if she's already loose."

If it was up to you, you'd have accepted the wilted wildflower from the butcher and allowed him to pin the bejeweled brooch (something that took him months to save up for) to your lapel. You would've wed him right there after he'd poked your cheek and said, "Ya don't gotta be the perfect, li'l wife everyone's expectin'. Just cuz someone says ya gotta do somethin', it doesn't mean ya gotta listen."

He was so sweet. Blood-speckled apron be damned. You couldn't care less about the stench of gore that seemed to stick to his person. You'd let him cradle your face with the same hands that rifled around in a pig's guts just moments prior.

Unfortunately, that was not the hand you'd been dealt. The farm was getting difficult to manage. Debtors were on your father like flies to a corpse. If you couldn't marry wealthy soon, you'd lose the farm.

So you brushed the whimsical butcher off and submitted to the role of Perfect, Submissive Wife. But not so much that you would outshine Mrs. Rosehearts's brilliant son. You just needed to be respectable enough so that you wouldn't tarnish his namesake and all he had accomplished.

Your life ended the moment he slid the wedding band on your finger, in that tiny church on a stifling summer's day, where the cicadas cried out in mourning for you and the husband you'd lost.

And now he's yelling at you, like he always does when you've deviated from his view of what a Perfect, Submissive Wife ought to be. Really, you just think he feels threatened by the butcher and his strange charms.

"I've told you time and time again—you mustn't socialize with that troublesome man!" he's saying, pacing in front of you. His face is so red it reminds you of a newborn piglet, a squealing thing so slick with blood and birth fluid it's rose-tinged. He's never raised a hand to you, but then that means nothing when his admonishments are like a verbal slap to the cheek each time. "And what do you do when you've a moment to yourself? You disobey, you ignore, you act as if this behavior perfectly acceptable! Have you no regard for the rules?!"

The rules. Oh, you're intimately acquainted with them. Every single rule tacked onto the portrait of a marriage so flimsy it's nearly in tatters. For every rule you've broken and been scolded for in turn, you learn three more that hadn't been there before.

With a huff, Riddle smooths his hair and tries to level his voice. He doesn't need to. You're on a farm; the lands sprawl endlessly onwards. No one is around to hear his maltreatment of you.

"I must keep better watch of you or—well, who knows?—you might find yourself in his bed next! I won't allow it."

"And what of it?" It slips out without your meaning to. "At least he'll provide me with the love and care you're so incapable of showing! Maybe I oughta make him my husband instead. You can go off and marry some obedient city girl and she'll make you and your mama proud because she won't be used goods!"

If Riddle had been running hot before, he was scalding-mad now.

You stand there and listen to the tirade and, at some point, the words aren't even registering. It's all noisy static, grinding your senses into a fine paste. You imagine your brain being squeezed into sausage links.

"To have raised such an insolent daughter! I pity your father."

You hear that. Loud and clear.

Your father, who only ever did his best in the wake of your mother's passing.

Your father, who just wanted to keep the farm.

Your father, who died grieving the circumstances that led him to force such an unhappy life onto you.

When you shut your eyes and open them, you can't see a thing.

But you feel the heavy, familiar weight in your hands. You feel your fingers curl into the wood handle. You feel your shoulders scream in exhilaration, in perfect harmony with your wild heart, as you life the axe above your head.

You feel hot, sticky blood splatter your face and clothes. You think you hear someone give a strangled, gurgled sort of shout, but they're all the way at the other end of a tunnel.

And then there's another scream. Shrill and animalistic, like the shriek of a sow giving birth.

You scream because finally it's over.

Because, finally, you're free.

When you come to, the hall is a mess and your father's prized axe has come off its mount on the wall. Thin slivers of skin stick to the sharpened blade, colored a gruesome carmine from where you hacked and hacked at the stump of a neck.

Your husband lies in a pile of ruin on the floor, his head separated from his shoulders, his spine in broken, porcelain pieces. Its rolled a ways off, lolled against the flower-printed wall, a thick trail of blood in its wake. You stare at the scene from a far-off vantage point. The pulp of sinew and flesh speckle the tiled floor and, strangely, you realize you've done the worst possible thing.

You've made a mess.

Gingerly, you rest the axe against the wall and step over the smattering of gore to stand over your husband.

"Riddle? I... I didn't mean to hurt you," you whisper, bending down to press your palm to his chest. His headless body gives a little twitch, fingers curling slightly, as if he's about to defend himself from the swift, merciless beheading. "I just wanted you to stop screaming at me..."

He's stiff like a stillborn piglet, but very faintly you feel the sluggish, dying beats of his heart.

Your lips part in silent amazement.

Headless, and yet his heart still beats. Whether it's for you, you can't say.

Swiping the blood from your cheek, you heft the axe up and bring it down on his chest. He spasms again and then he falls still, his heart never to beat again.

You don't want the rhythm to bleed into the floorboards.

That would just be plain irresponsible.

[daydreaming-in-olympus]

— 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑.

pairing: clarisse la rue x fem!reader (daughter of athena) summary: clarisse won’t let anyone bad-mouth you. unfortunately, her methods often get violent fairly quickly, leaving you to patch her up.

word count: 426 (drabble)

author’s note: aaaaahh first time writing for clarisse! constructive criticism & reblogs are always appreciated <3

“hey! be gentle!”

you rolled your eyes, pressing the napkin soaked with betadine into clarisse’s knuckles as she involuntarily flinched at the sting. “should’ve thought about that before you punched michael yew.”

“you didn’t hear the things he said,” clarisse protested, her eyebrows scrunching together. “sweetheart, i can’t sit by while he’s shit-talking you. you know that.”

“clar, i think it’s really sweet that you stick up for me every time someone says something, but i just wish you didn’t have to split the skin on your knuckles to do so. also, i don’t care what michael says about me. the fact that he’s too scared to say it to my face is reassurance enough.” you continued carefully wrapping the last few strips of gauze loosely around her injured fist. “not every problem has to be settled with conflict, babe.”

“and this is why i’m the daughter of ares and you’re the daughter of athena. someone’s gotta fight enough for the both of us, right?” she leaned forward to press a gentle kiss against your forehead.

you let out a disapproving hum and tied the ends of the gauze. “there, you’re all done.” you gave her forearm a small pat, gathering the contents of the first aid kit that had been strewn around you both. you noticed her staring at you expectantly and looked up, tilting your head. “yes?”

“don’t i get a get-well-soon kiss?” she feigned innocence, fluttering her lashes and holding out her hand like a self-pitying puppy. you bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing. gods, you loved your girlfriend with all your heart, but she could not give puppy eyes to save her life. she looked more like a shocked rugby player that had just seen the worst comments on social media thirsting over them.

“fine. but just so you know, i’m quite pissed at-” you didn’t get to complete your sentence because she grabbed your waist and pulled you in, pressing her lips to yours. her watermelon-flavoured chapstick mixed with your cherry lip gloss on your tongue, sending dizzying electric rushes straight into your brain.

“still pissed?” clarisse asked, pulling back with a smirk. you raised your eyebrows at her, gingerly taking her hand and bringing it up to your lips. you pressed your lips against the topmost layer of gauze gently, over and over, so the rose-tinted lip marks left behind overlapped each other.

“there. that should be enough get-well-soon kisses for you, right?”

she chuckled softly as she examined your masterpiece, then snaked her arms around you once more.

“never.”

[havikshoochiemama]

Bow lessons

Pairing: Sparrow x Reader

Warnings: None!! no pronouns used!

A/N: WTH i didn’t think ppl would actually read the one i wrote 😭 i was so shocked!!! but tyy soooo much!! i wrote this one when i was at work ngl (i be doing anything but working) it’s a short one !! it’s like 500 words LMAOO lmk if y’all want more i have sm time on my hands 😵‍💫

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“I thought you were just kidding when you said you’d give me bow lesson,” you muttered as you walked up you to him

“You know i never kid… sometimes,” he grinned “now grabbed that one over there and let’s get started”

you let out a groan “But Enea it’s 5 in the morning… can’t we do this later”

he shook his head “You know what the say amore—‘Early bird gets the worm’”

You yawned, reluctantly reaching for the bow

Sparrow stepped behind you, close enough for you to feel the warmth of his breath despite the cold morning air. “No, not that one. This one suits you better” he said as he handed you a slightly smaller bow, “Lightweight and easy to draw. Perfect for my sleepy archer-in-training”

You rolled your eyes but took it anyways “is that your way of calling me weak?”

“No, it’s my way of saying you got potential.” his grin softened.

You let out a tired laugh “remind me why were doing this again?”

“Because you said you wanted to learn, or was that just the drinks talking?” he said stepping back “Besides, archery is an art.”

He then demonstrated, with practice ease. Raising the bow, drawing the string and releasing. The arrow tore through the quiet morning and hit the center of the makeshift target he made.

“Show-off,” you muttered.

“Your turn, amore.”

You sighed, as you positioned yourself like he had. The bow felt weird in your hands, the string tighter than it looked. When you finally released it the arrow skidded off to the side landing quietly into the dirt.

Sparrow clapped dramatically, “Incredibile! The dirt never saw it coming.”

You shot a glare at him

He raised his hands in a mock surrender as a smirk tugged on his lips “Too much?”

you rolled your eyes as he slipped behind you fixing your posture with infuriating gentleness

“You know,” he muttered near your ear, “most people would kill for private archery lessons from the great sparrow”

You smirked “Yet here you are giving them to me for free.”

“Of course, amore. You’re special.”

You let out a soft laugh bitting your lip as you grabbed another arrow “if i hit the target do i get a prize?”

Sparrow hummed “Depends, what kind of prize were you thinking?”

you released the the arrow as it struck the outer ring and not the floor this time.

You turned to him with a big smile on your face “That counts… right?”

Sparrow let out a whistle “Bersaglio! See? you’re a natural!”

You turned to him smile still big “Beginners luck.”

“Maybe. Or maybe i’m just a great teacher.” he gave you a wink “ could be both.”

you lifted a brow “So?”

instead of replying he just leaned in giving you a kiss. Warm and lazy mixed with a little smugness.

As he pulled back, you smiled. “A kiss for barely hitting the target? I wonder what I’d get for a bullseye.”

“Gotta hit it to find out,” he said, passing you another arrow.

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A/N: TYYY for reading i want to write more for my pretty baby i have so many ideas (im procrastinating my actual writing) always open to criticism im just a yapper not an actual writer 😭 i was gonna make this longer and i was doing research on archery and i got lazy ngl 🌚 i want to write something w the cat !!!

[sugardollcurse]

you did what if the boys wrote a song for you, which was so adorable oh my godddd....but what if you wrote or were writing a song for THEM???

𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑎 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑔

𐙚 note ; ohh, what a delicious thought.. thanks for planting this sweet little seed in my heart! hope you enjoy!!!

𓆩🕊️ john 𓆪

"You don’t think I’m soft, do you? Not for likin’ it? …’Cause it’s proper good, what you’re doing. Makes me feel real."

He stumbles upon it by accident, rifling through your notebook like a nosy bastard when you leave it out.

You walk in to him dead silent, perched on the edge of your bed, blinking down at the words.

“S’the song. For us,” he mutters. “For me?”

He acts like it doesn’t touch him.

Says it’s “a bit sappy,” but you catch him humming the melody the next morning while making toast.

Gets weirdly clingy after reading it. More teasing, more physical, almost annoying. But his eyes go soft when he thinks you aren’t looking.

He tells you “don’t go changin’ it, alright?” even though he hasn't heard the chords yet. “Wrote it like that for a reason, didn’t you?”

Won’t admit it, but he’s gutted when you go quiet about it for a few days. He’s walking on eggshells wondering if he ruined it.

One night, you play a rough version on your guitar, half-finished lyrics and all. You hear a sharp inhale, and John blinking hard.

Starts saying things like “when that song’s out,” as if it’ll ever leave your bedroom. He needs it to exist now.

𓆩🕊️ paul 𓆪

"That bit, it’s about me, yeah? I know it is. No, don’t laugh. I know your writing voice, I can hear it when you mean me."

He’s ecstatic. Absolutely beaming. You’re writing a song for him???

He’s preening like a proud cat.

Immediately volunteers to help finish it. Suggests harmonies, chords, a bridge. You’ve barely written the first verse.

Keeps interrupting you while you’re writing. “Is that about the time I-? Oh, that’s gotta be my bit. I can tell by the phrasing.”

Once hears a lyric that’s vaguely self-critical and goes

“Oi! What d’you mean ‘doesn’t let anyone in’?! I’m very accessible emotionally”

You have to tell him gently to let you write it first. “Okay, okay,” he says, holding his hands up. “It’s your love letter. I get it.”

Still sneaks peeks at your notes. Sometimes scribbles in the margins things like ‘what if you add a minor here?’

When you finally play it for him, he’s quiet. It stuns him.

He didn’t expect it to hit that hard.

“I always wonder if you see me, y’know? And then you write this, and I think maybe you do. Like, all the way through.”

Hugs you so tight you nearly drop the guitar. “I’d write you a thousand back.”

𓆩🕊️ george 𓆪

"If you’re writin’ it about me, don’t make it too sad, alright? I’ve got enough of that. Just… somethin’ warm. Somethin’ to come back to."

You mention offhandedly you’ve been writing a song about him.

He just blinks. “Me?”

You go, “Of course you.” And he bites his lip and nods and turns pink and says nothing else for ten minutes.

Doesn’t ask to hear it. Doesn’t hover.

But every now and then he’ll ask quietly: “Still working on that song?”

Once he does catch a lyric over your shoulder and goes “that bit’s for me, innit?” You nod. He looks away, swallows hard.

Secretly terrified you’ll write him in a way that’s too painful, too close to how he actually feels inside.

But he wants to be known.

When you play it for him, nervously, softly, he closes his eyes.

Breathes it in like incense.

Doesn’t clap when you finish. Just opens his eyes and says: “That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me.”

And then, “Can I have it? Like… write it down for me? I wanna keep it.”

You catch him playing the chords to it months later, quietly, alone.

He adds a harmony of his own. It’s gorgeous.

𓆩🕊️ ringo 𓆪

"I don’t know what you were expectin’, but I’m gonna cry, alright? Just warning you. I am."

Is so moved the second you even mention you’re writing a song about him.

“Like, me me? I’m in it??”

Wants to know everything.

“What’s it like? What kinda vibe am I? Is it sad, is it funny, is it dancy?”

Tries to act chill but keeps peeking at your instrument when you’re playing under your breath.

You finally let him hear one verse and he goes “Oh! I’m-oh!” and starts laughing.

“That’s what you think of me? Really?? Like that? Oh, you sweetheart.”

Insists you record a demo and plays tambourine on it.

“Just so I can say I was in the song about me.”

Once tells someone, “Y’know, they wrote a song about me. That’s how you know you’re loved, innit? When someone sings you home.”

Requests you play it for him when he’s feeling low.

Just sits with his chin on your shoulder while you strum.

taglist: @sharksausages, @wavvytin, @wimpyvamps, @finallyforgotten, @lennongirlieee, @silly-lil-lee, @alanangels

[cybrasigilism]

husband dae ho and dad dae ho hc NOWW jkjk plsssssz

I love your work

ahh thank you so much! i try my best for you all ^_^

of course i will cook up some more content for my babygirl you don’t even gotta ASK

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Husband/Father Dae-ho Headcanons!

warnings: no NSFW!| certain hcs imply a f!reader, but for the most part the readers gender is pretty inconspicuous | not proofread | lowercase intended | these are my headcanons for this character, please be respectful even if my opinions about the character differ from yours

character: kang dae-ho (player 388)

A/N: i think it goes without saying that this is a non-games AU! thank you sm to the anon that requested this, dad-ho is such a cute idea :) as always i hope you enjoy!

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➸ we all know that dae-ho is the epitome of the husband standard

➸ his favourite part of the day is hearing all about how your’s went; if your day was especially hard he’ll insist on giving you a backrub + lots of kisses/if you aren’t a super affectionate person he’ll cook you your favourite meal or even just lend an ear for you to vent about whatever nonsense you had to deal with at work

➸ worships the very ground his spouse walks on. he will proudly show you off and when you talk he looks at you like you’re a work of art in a museum. everyday he thanks his lucky stars that he met someone as perfect as you, even more that you agreed to marry him

➸ cried on your wedding day, he could hardly get through his vows the poor sweetheart

➸ will make you breakfast in bed, even if there’s no special occasion. if you bring this fact up he’ll simply kiss you on the forehead and state that to him, everyday he gets to wake up next to you is a special occasion

➸ was absolutely chuffed when he found out you were pregnant, he could not stop smiling for two whole days + he 100% told all of his close family and friends the good news (with your consent ofc)

➸ you couldn’t have asked for a more supportive partner during the pregnancy, he was incredibly accommodating to your new sensitivities to certain smells/foods, and you already know he was more than willing to go on late-night craving runs. whether it be day or night, you knew you could count on dae-ho to make sure you were as taken care of as possible

➸ he insists that you let him do everything around the house for you, he will not let you lift a finger especially when you get closer to your due date

➸ he definitely read every single parenthood book he could in order to be thoroughly prepared

➸ you just know dae-ho would be the worlds best dad

➸ he makes an effort with the kids, if you’re overwhelmed with work or even just stressed out about life he will gladly take the kids out, taking one thing off your plate

➸ he takes those pretend tea parties very seriously

➸ while he would be a great boy dad, lets not kid ourselves, kang dae-ho was born to be a girl dad

➸ goes to every single daddy-daughter dance

➸ he gets just as immersed in the bedtime stories as the kids do when you tell them, he’ll hunker down right next to the kids when you read stories

➸ definitely gets just as involved in christmas shopping for them as you are, hell, he might even be more involved

➸ takes santa claus/the tooth fairy/easter bunny extremely seriously. he’ll go the whole nine yards in making it look like any three of them stopped in the night before their respective events

➸ will happily dress up in group costumes for the kids if they need an extra

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thank you again anon for requesting this! i had lots of fun crafting up some headcanons for husband/dad! dae-ho and i certainly hope i did not disappoint! as always, any advice/constructive criticism on how i can improve my writing is not only appreciated but requested! thanks for reading :)

[7ulpix]

Simon Riley with AAF! Reader + Skincare 🫧

🫧 warning(s): girly/very feminine reader, very messy, not proofread!

paring - simon riley • reader

word count: 561

🫧 request - not one!

🫧 author's note - FIRST WRITING POST ON HERE?? HI HELLO just me rambling....british military man save me......reader is Simon's gf at the time!!!!! PLEASEPLEAS leave criticism, this is my first time writing for COD idk how to write for older guys 😞💔💔

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After having a very busy day, Simon cannot wait to come home to his very bubbly girlfriend and adorable puppy, Riley. No matter how much of a bad mood he is in, the two always manage to soothe it instantly. As he opens the door he is welcomed by a very excited puppy and his girlfriend, both in the kitchen.

"What are yer' two up to?"

"Nothing much. Trying a new skincare remedy."

Simon had moved from his position by the door to leaning over your shoulder. He peeks down at the bowl you're currently stirring to see a brownish mixture of ingredients and the smell of.....coffee........

"Those my coffee beans yer' got in there, too?" (🤨)

"Needed them for the recipe to work."

"I need them in order for me to work."

You look up at him and stick your tongue out before continuing your stirring.

"It's supposed to help clear your skin and reduce redness and eyebags."

You finish stirring. Turning away to get two smaller bowls.

"Don't think Riley can eat this."

"The bowls are not for Riley silly, you're doing it too!"

"Me?"

"Yeah! We're both trying this out, pretty boy. Go get cleaned up."

Simon sighed very loudly in a sarcastic way as if he was so tired of being bossed around, walking to their shared room. After 20 minutes, Simon came out freshly clean after a shower, switched into black basketball shorts, and a black baggy shirt. His outfit was the complete opposite to his girlfriend: pink robe, pink bonnet, pink nails, black tanktop, pink minishorts, and bunny slippers. Even Riley, the scary German Shepard their neighbor downstairs hated, had a light pink collar. You had now moved into the bathroom with the two bowls, Riley sitting by the tub, most likely bored.

"Ready?"

"M' ready."

"Okay, just rub it all over your face. Avoid your mouth though, not very tasty."

"Tasted it, didn't ya?"

".......not the best, you can definitely taste the coffee beans."

You push one of the smaller bowls towards him. He grabs a bit of the mixture, slowly rubbing it on his face as much as he can. You do the same, rubbing it around your face.

"Okay, now we leave it on for about 15 minutes!!!"

"So what do we do in those 15 minutes?"

".......watch Teen Wolf?"

The next 15 minutes were spent on the couch, finishing season 1 of Teen Wolf with riley enjoying the headpats received. If Soap witnessed Ghost sitting and wztching a show like this, he would lose it. Simon never thought in his entire life, he would be sitting on his couch watching a young teens show about being turning into a hybird wolf. He also never thought he'd see Riley rolling around on the rug, while his girlfriend gives the most praise he's ever seen.

"Timers up! C'mon we gotta wash this off our face."

Simon's out of his daydreams and into the bathroom with you. You both wash your face, you even lean up to leave kisses on his chin and rubbing water onto Riley's face so he doesn't feel left out. You look back into the mirror, smiling noticing that small blemish from earlier, is gone. Simon doesn't see much change done to his face besides glowing a bit more. Kinda sad only you get to see that glowing face. <3

[theshiniestgemstone]

An icon, a legend, a star!!! Single-handedly feeding the RG community!!!! Everything you write is gold. I’m so excited to see what’s coming up! If you are taking any requests, I think fic with the reader supporting or comforting Gideon when he starts preaching, and it doesn’t go so well, it would be so diva.

Also so excited for the full fics coming!! Ehehehehe

omg thank you, fr I couldn't do this without messages like yours and a little bit of mania <3. my full fics are sowly but surely getting there. I just fleshed both of them out in my journal before my class today so I'm very very excited. as for your request, here goes:

"So?" Gideon asked, tucking his hands into his pockets.

You gave him a tight lipped smile. "It went great, sweetheart."

"Don't lie, please," he begged. "I'm shit at this too."

You sighed, your shoulders relaxing as you stepped closer. The sanctuary was mostly empty now with just the faint creak of a pew settling in the quiet, and the lingering scent of too many perfume clouds floating up during the service.

“You weren’t shit,” you said softly, looking up at him. “You were nervous. And honest. That’s allowed.”

“But I lost them,” he muttered, kicking at the toe of his boot against the carpet. “Halfway through, I could feel it. It’s like… like I was shouting down a hallway that never ended.”

You reached for his arm, pulling one of his hands free and threading your fingers through his.

“Yeah? Well, I’ve heard people scream the house down and not say a damn thing that mattered.” You tilted your head at him. “You said things that mattered, Gideon.”

He studied your face for a second, like he was searching for some lie you might be tucking behind your teeth. When he didn’t find one, he huffed out a laugh, a sharp and embarrassed laugh.

"Seriously, what did I do wrong?" He looked you in the eyes. "Constructive criticism."

You sighed. "Your voice was shaky a bit, and you slouched at some points." His face dropped. "Bad?"

You shook your head. "No one noticed."

"But you did."

"Because I know you. You got nervous." You waved a hand in the air. "Everyone gets nervous."

Gideon stared at you for a second, lips pressed together, like he was holding something in.

“Yeah,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “I was nervous. I kept thinking I’d trip over my words or forget my place, and then I did, like, twice.”

“You caught yourself,” you said gently. “You kept going.”

He looked down, nodding slowly. "Oh God, my tie was crooked."

You reached up and fixed said tie, brushing your knuckles lightly against the column of his throat as you straightened it. “You’ve got heart. And guts. And me.”

His eyes flicked to yours again, softer now. “Yeah?”

“Always.”

He leaned in, rested his forehead against your temple again, breathing you in. “Thanks. For bein’ here. I really thought I was gonna bolt.”

“You’re not a bolter,” you whispered, your fingers slipping around his wrist. “You’re a builder. And you’re learning. Let yourself learn.”

Gideon was quiet for a moment, then chuckled. “I guess that means I gotta practice more.”

“You practice, and I’ll sit front row. Even if I’ve heard the sermon three times in your truck already.”

He smiled, a little shy this time, and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “You’re too good to me.”

“Damn right I am. Now c’mon, preacher boy. You owe me lunch and an iced coffee for making me sit through that dramatic pause.”

“I wasn’t pausing, I forgot the next line.”

“Exactly.”

[naneun-no]

On “Insecure Jikookers”…

Alright. I might lose followers for this and that’s very okay; curate your timeline and protect your peace babes. But for YEARS, every time the phrase “insecure jikooker” has come up on my feed my eyelid has done a little twitchy twitch 🤨🤨

And I have always ignored it, because I’ve never wanted to be out here policing ppl’s language and we are literally supposed to be having fun and celebrating love, like for me that’s the whole point, but —

I’ve been seeing the phrase popping up again surrounding the release of AYS and I just gotta say it.

You guys the term seems so culty 😬🥲

Like I think I get the origin (maybe)? It probably started when some of the early jikook bloggers (if you are one I salute you, I am not worthy, trust me this is NOT a dig at anyone, jikook bloggers are by and large cool and kind af 🙇‍♀️) would get these sketchy asks that were antis or cultists in disguise just casting aspersions on jikook’s bond or being blatantly homophobic and/or in general being rude little anonymous internet gremlins. Or maybe it was people who did want to believe that jikook was real but kept nagging and begging for reassurance at every turn, which I can totally see becoming annoying as hell and prompting people to start using the term.

But it feels like it’s used now as like a catchall for anyone who expresses any doubt or asks any critical questions? Even like… reasonable ones? And I used to see a lot of “hey believe what you want to believe but this is what I believe” but now it seems like the sentiment around jikooker communities has by and large become “if you don’t believe you’re an idiotic dumb person who has never known love — you’re either a rival shipper in disguise or WORSE (dun dun dunnnnn) an Insecure Jikooker — and we don’t want people like you around.”

And idk it just feels weird for a community that has always seemed to kind of pride itself on being the “rational, fact-based” ship… like we LOVE to be smug about how jikook don’t need edits to be obvious, don’t need slo-mo zooms with red circles and arrows because their chemistry and fondness and affection is just plain to see in basic footage. We’re the levelheaded ones 😌.

But doesn’t that mean that we should always be encouraging critical thinking, and if someone comes to a different conclusion than us, so be it? Like it or not, none of us have foolproof confirmation that jikook are anything more than very close friends. That’s literally all we know. The rest is our best guess based on vibes, anecdotes, dot-connecting, subtext and body language observation, experience, perception (!!This is a big one because confirmation bias is real!!), and suspicion. That’s literally it.

Look maybe I’m just projecting 😅 but when you criticize people for expressing reasonable doubt over something that is literally not confirmed, it’s just a little too religious fundamentalist for me! (This is why I was a bad Christian, because I always raised my hand and asked questions the Sunday school teacher didn’t like.)

Feel free to ignore me. I never want to come across as pushy or trying to stir up anything, it’s just a phrase that grinds my gears and I’m sort of hoping I’m not alone in that… but if I am, so be it! 🤣 would love to hear people’s thoughts because maybe I’m missing something.

(P.S. If you’re a troll who spams jikook blog inboxes this is not me defending you. You’re still annoying and you need a better hobby. Have you tried yoga? Snowboarding? Fly fishing? Filming food vlogs and/or painting? You should try cooking. You should stop being an anonymous internet troll stomping on everyone’s proverbial sandcastles and instead write a poem. K bye ✌️ )