#hope i dont talk in circles too many times

[sea-buns]

hey to a gorgug liker what do you think about his nightmare section from sophomore year? cause I feel like the horror there is less “ah my grandparents were racist” and more “fuck am I being a stereotype? are the people who hate me right about me?” cause wrt to his having to modulate between barbarian and artificer in fhjy it’s like. idk

oh boy do I have thoughts

Tbh, I had zero recollection of the racism stuff until reading this. It was just SO MINOR. His trial in the forest felt really lackluster to me. I feel like everyone else's really dug into an issue at the core of their character and his felt more like "everyone is getting a trial, what do we do for gorgug?" And idk if that was just a bad delivery/call on Brennan's part or if it could have been helped by Zac engaging more in it but it just. Didn't feel like anything. It was a lot more about the dice than the horror of the claustrophobia and the bugs and you've never fit in anywhere you live to make yourself smaller wherever you go you're just the loser who hits hard. Like yeah I guess there was an overarching theme of Gorgug gaining confidence in himself but it was done very poorly imo.

And I think his trial in the forest was wrong for putting such an emphasis on his intelligence. I think that would have been much better suited in fy, back when he was still being heavily bullied, but beyond that it felt like a quick and easy thing for them to grab. Yes, he had insecurities about his intelligence with all the complications with Zelda. But, to me, the focus of fhsy was his HEART. It put a spotlight on how his social circle has grown, and his bully is his friend now, and he's not alone anymore. His interactions with Ayda, the friendship book, trying to help Fabian, I believe in you spring break, it's Gorgug keep going. I made a post earlier in the season (including a great addition by another user) that I think articulates that emphasis on his emotional intelligence very well.

Fhjy HOWEVER. I think it's doing everything that sy failed at. It's giving him space to have an inner conflict. It's addressing lots of little issues and conflicts he's had over the campaign and combining them into one coherent piece. Like, guy was in a relationship pretty much all of fy, and then dealt with the fallout in sy, but I don't think we've EVER seen as much quality relationship development with Gorgug as we have in jy. He and Fig spent an entire summer together trapped in a tour bus and no season has indicated that bond and friendship more than this one. He and Riz have found something to bond over, meanwhile in previous seasons there was pretty much zero one-on-one personal interaction between them. Fabian expressed sadness over Gorgug leaving the Owlbears, because it was the only thing they had that was just for them to hang out and be friends.

Just with that, we're already doing leagues more with Gorgug's character than we ever have. And I haven't even STARTED on his barbificier journey, oh dear god lmao.

Gonna preface this bit with a post I made before the season even started. It was about Zac's steady improvement in his performances with every PC, and how I was predicting that it was gonna culminate into a Gorgug that does him the justice he deserves. It was initially supposed to be a criticism, but I got a little lost in the sauce of loving my boy lol. Still very relevant to the topic of this ask!

God, where do I START?? Addressing his relationship with rage? I'll be honest, I didn't think that would ever be used as a character arc. And I'm not even sure why I've felt that way. I just didn't think... I didn't think about how he might've had a dislike for his own rage. Like, the WAY he rages isn't bad by any means, but I don't think it ever crossed my mind how actually harmful his lessons to sing to combat rage were. No, I did not like the way Porter went about teaching him (a bit too unsupportive of his capabilities and reminiscent of shitty teachers for my liking). But his point about EMBRACING anger; that rage is not bad and does not— should not— need to be stifled. THAAAAT. That opened up such an interesting dialogue for Gorgug.

I do appreciate the beginnings of Gorgug's interest in artificing in fhsy. I think the crumbs of it back then did a great job of leading into his larger commitment to multiclassing. And I think what he's been doing with it this season is exactly what was lacking in his section of the nightmare forest. His trial was a puzzle, based entirely on die rolls, where his solution after failing even when he's assisted by the enemy is to essentially give up. I understand that facing their fears was the whole point of the trials, but his section came off as incredibly anticlimactic and unfulfilling. Just the fact that it was a trial based on stat numbers more than the development of the character itself.

Where junior year succeeds in actually showcasing his intelligence and the evolution of the worth he holds in himself is with the hands-on approach it takes. Yes, the academic rolls are still dice and stats, but there's a physical manifestation that wasn't there before. Gorgug is smart when it comes to getting his hands dirty. It is in the practical applications of his skills that his brand of intelligence shines the most.

And while, once again, I did not LIKE Porter's heavy resistance to multiclassing....I have to admit that I don't think Gorgug would have had such a boost in confidence without that struggle. Even if my boy had trouble expressing it to Porter verbally, HE STOOD UP FOR HIMSELF. Instead of simply rolling over and agreeing that he wasn't built for a technical class and it was stupid to try– he was DEFIANT.

The kid who said "I'm a dumbass. Eat me you stupid bug." took on FOUR CLASSES. Three school years worth of artificer simultaneously. AND stayed with the Owlbears. AND went along on party missions to help Kristen's candidacy. AND was always on deck to help the party with the overarching plotline.

AND HE ACED IT!!! THE FIRST BARBIFICER THAT THE AGUEFORT ADVENTURING ACADEMY HAS EVER SEEN!!!!! He is paving the way for every unprecedented multiclass that follows.

Just in comparison to who he was in the previous season, the amount of drive and self-worth he's gained is astounding. In my eyes, it's done more than enough to makeup for the way his development fell flat in sophomore year.

i hope this fulfilled the ask in the way you were hoping! i told you i'd get carried away lmao. writing a bunch about any of zac's characters is always such a joy. gorgug had always been my favorite of the bad kids but i always found myself wishing he went deeper, y'know? and now it's real. my precious anxious boy has been handled so well. and watching zac's growth as a performer has been such a blast.

thanks for the ask! :D

[barcapix]

Can I request for a possessive Pedri being very angry at a guy who just can’t take no and stop harassing his girlfriend. We all know he is normally someone with a calm head but let’s just say when things escalate he will change gears because he will do anything to protect the people he love. Hurt comfort with a sensitive topic as I draw inspiration from incidents irl.

✮ Protective4You - Pedri González

pedri gonzalez x fem!reader

sy: pedri is always collected, conserved and private. but when he finds his girlfriend in trouble, even at the expense of his own game, he’ll risk his whole calm persona.

a/n: i tried to make this as comforting as possible because nobody deserves any type of harrasmenet, but my inbox is always open if you want to chat. i hope your safe ml 🩷

warnings: some stalkish behaviour, brief harassment, cussing but mostly comfort.

“d’you come here alone often?”

there’s too many people around you, but nobody’s listening.

everyone’s too caught up in the match, screaming, shouting nonsense at the pitch, to themselves, to their friends. and nobody’s listening.

the man’s voice is smooth, alluring. “that’s rare for a pretty girl like yourself.”

he just wont stop talking to you. clearly, he’s intoxicated—theres a stale booze smell lingering from his mouth, occasionally flashing a cigarette between his lips.

you merely give him a tight-lipped smile. “im just trying to watch the game.”

you’ve already shuffled away, rejected and, told him that you weren’t interested but he just couldn’t accept the hint. what makes matters worst is that his voice is so honeyed, that it doesn’t catch anybody’s attention against the loud screech’s of the crowd.

the man leans in, his decayed breath skimming your neck. “y’know, its better to watch the game with company,” there’s a slight slur in the way he speaks.

you close your eyes with a wince. “im okay thanks.”

the guy lets out a frutasted sigh, like hes getting more pissed off at your reluctance than anything. his sigh grates at your ear—sharp, guttural like hes about to say something else.

maybe worse. maybe louder.

“i’ll guarantee you fun,” he takes a step closer. only briefly—does his arm slip around your waist as if he’s about to pull you against him.

you don’t know what stops him.

your grip tightens around the drink in your hand, warm and watery now. a flush of nausea hurdles at the pit of your stomach and you feel your throat close. “please. just leave me alone.”

your voice comes out thin, shaky and that’s when you hear it.

a sudden roar from the crowd, louder than ever shoots through your ears and it briefly pulls you out of your frozen stance. that’s why he stops.

heads turn. gasps expel. screams screech. through a blur, you see a player sprinting—straight towards the stands, towards you.

pedri.

he leaps over the barriers like it’s nothing, boots sliding against the concrete steps and security hardly has time to react before he was infront of you, eyes locked onto the guy.

pedri instantly fists the guys shirt, yanking him away from you. “¿qué carajo crees que estás haciendo?!” (what the fuck do you think your doing)

the guy scoffs, his hands in surrender. “oy—oye! relax man i was just—”

“just what?” he snarls, his brows arched in fury. “you think just because no one’s watching, you can put your hands on her?”

the guy squirms. “its not that serious herma—”

“si lo es,” pedri spits. “dont talk, dont look at her, joder—dont even fucking breathe next to her again. and if i ever see you near her again..”

pedri reels him in, nose to nose. “you’ll leave here with more than a bruised arm.”

then, he pushes him back, enough to knock his balance. the stranger palls with shock, hastily scrambling away through the bodies of people.

you stand there in paralysation, pedri’s voice is barely auidable over the thumping in your ears; you faintly feel the weight of his arms circling around your body as he lifts you up.

everything happens too fast.

your eyes are hugely blurry, your breaths are uneven and you just felt stuck. araujo and gavi come hurdling over the barriers, clearing out a path for you both.

“dont focus on them, focus on me,” you manage to hear him say, holding onto you tighter. “i’ll get you out of here, mi amor.”

you reach the locker room, the door clicks with a dull thud. pedri doesnt hesitate when he cradled you upon the bench, crouching infront of you.

your chest rises, painfully and irregular. vision swims with tears, and the noise from the stadium falls away like water in your ears.

delicately, pedri’s hands found yours, the warmth of his fingertips brushing over your chapped knuckles, then over your palms.

“mira,” he begins softly, nothing like the bite it held moments ago. “breathe with me, okay? breathe.”

you warily nod, squeezing onto his forearm.

”inhale with me,” he whispers. “okay.. now exhale. good. you’re doing good. now again.”

he stayed there, counting each breath of yours, with one hand resting atop your knee while the other stayed intertwined with yours.

finally, your breathing pattern recovers: shallow but steady.

“im so sorry,” you rasp, blinking with wet eyelashes. “i didn’t know what to do,” your voice cracks, “i couldn’t—i could only—”

“hey,” pedri’s voice lowers as he cuts you off. “none of that. don’t ever apologise to me, none of that was your fault.”

another tear falls before you can stop it, but his thumb catches it.

“you didn’t do anything wrong, not even close,” he whispers a little firmly, like he needed you to believe it. “you refused him, that should of been it. and i swear if see that guy in the streets or anywhere—”

he trails off, the rest of the sentence swallowed down like fire on his tongue.

“what about the cameras? did you see how many people were recording?” you begin to panic. “i mean—what will they—”

the boy shakes his head. “i don’t care what the cameras caught. what people see. i don’t care if they ban or suspend me,”

his thumb finds a path back to your cheek, catching another tear that your eyelashes dropped, wiping it across your pale skin.

“you’re the only thing that matters to me.”

you reach for him then, finally regaining any strength back to hurl yourself into him. and the moment your fingers curl into his jersey, he welcomes you in.

pedri slung your legs over his hips, swiftly twisting you on his lap as he took your place on the bench. you tuck yourself away into the indent of his shoulder, his head resting over yours.

the way he held you was so precious.

his arms string across your torso like vines, holding you ever-so tightly so that you couldn’t fall. they move featherlight over your spine, circling shapes over your back like a lullaby.

“i wish i could take it all away from you,” he vows. “every single second of it.”

pedri tightens his hold around your frail frame, cupping the back of your head as if he’s trying to shield you away from anything else. his nose brushes the crown of your hair to sooth you.

“you’re the strongest person i know. but you don’t always have to be with me,” he reassures. “let me be strong for you, neña.”

your heartbeats starts to slow, syncing with his—his voice, arms, the rhythm of his chest beneath your cheek—it’s all so gentle.

“i love you pedri,” he’d heard it a million times before but it wouldn’t kill you to say it again.

the player moves his head slightly to nibble at your neck, barely a breath. “i love you more.”

before you let sleep pull you away, you hear him, sure: “i’d tear the whole world apart before i let anyone hurt you. until i take my last breath.”

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[miifu666]

Ive shown a bit of what Modern! Suklha would be like in Lego Monkie Kid AU :D. But i also wanna expand more on them!!

⋆˙⟡ — CW : Spoiler, Ooc characters, straying from the main plot :" im only on season 4

LMK! Suklha

An infamous Lawyer. Shook the internet from becoming a Symbol of protection and wisdom into your average money making lawyer.

Almost never interact with the cast even during LBD invasion, she was buried deep in paperworks of trials that she needed to do.

Only came up once or twice as a guidance and to tell the crew what to do incase a certain situation comes, might even give them a predictive situation that'll come to fruition

Barely anyone knows she's pursuing a divorce with Wukong, shes actively trying to chase him to sign the papers. He keeps stalling it.

Wukong never told anyone about her, including MK. Focusing more on spending his pension rather than the relationship he has. Which is the main reason she wanted a divorce, the relationship barely benefit her.

"This is your successor?" Suklha stared at the kid, circling around him like a predator. Her eyes nitpick every single scars and strand on his head, Suklha let out a small humm as she picks off a branch from his hair. "Atleast you picked a human.. they were always more eager to learn than us" her snakelike tail rattled near MK. "Isn't that right, little boy?"

"Aren't you a human?" Her voice echoed.

MK's smile drooped down, feeling his teeth chattering against eachother. This Blue toned woman is hardly giving him an easy time, unlike the TV shots and interviews he's seen. His once proud figure shrinks down, like a little boy fearing the wrath of his own mother. He knows this feeling before... the hopelessness he felt when fighting Lady Bone Demon. It was all too familiar.

"Okayyy! C'mon bud lets get you home" Wukong steps in. Putting a good amount of distance between MK and a confused Suklha. "Maybe youre not up to meeting a gal like her.."

Lmk! Suklha, who Wukong still has feelings for yet runs away from the guilt of neglecting her for far too long. He's older, wiser but he's still bad at confronting his own faults. Especially a recent one.

Remember the book that Suklha created to fuck around with? Yeah the book where it holds the knowledge to everything and anything in the universe, reading the first few sentences can break your sanity? Yeah wukong has it now. Its his now. Its probably the only thing Suklha wanted to keep from the divorce.

Wukong who always tries to talk her out of it ever since he had MK, hiding the paper before planning a meet with her. Despite knowing the words he needed to say, His arrogant attitude kept the apology still.

Suklha, who despite being his Talent lawyer. Tried to keep the relationship professional, for the sake of Wukong's image and her own. Despite joining the mortal realm and its trends, gossips is still the one thing she has an annoyance about.

"YOU!"

The clicking of heavy heels reverberated through the floor, just as the Blue toned Lady huffed out towards the Monkey king that appeared in the doorway.

"SETTLE THE DIVORCE PAPER RIGHT NOW!"

There's a quaint silence as her booming voice rumbled through the gaming room. Monkie kid stared in agape, the figure of his once singular mentor and predecessor being a lone wolf is shattered as the Lady infront of him continued speaking. Mei and the others watched in awe, realizing a dramatic moment is happening in front of their eyes.

"W-wait! Peaches i-!"

"I dont accept any delay, sign. It. Now"

MK looked at the panicked face of his mentor, seeing the once powerful sage looking so defeated was a new experience he'll never forget. Different from the many times he's seen, in amidst of battle Wukong still held hope in his eyes. Now.. its just despair and worry.

"Uh... whats going on?"

Monkey king who despite trying to fix his own relationship problem, is also spreading the words of how meeting with Suklha means "you're a target for the devil". He glares at MK everytime he talks about the news, seeing the familiar antennas and golden rimmed glasses.

Monkey king who turns into an old man who yells at children in his yard everytime he notices MK interest in meeting Suklha the supposed "secret love interest" who sends him mountains of "love" letters. Definitely not about the contract he ignored and divorce notices

He doesn't want anyone helping him in this problem, anyone who has an interest towards it is just showing him how incapable he is. His own pride is stopping him from asking for help.

Monkey king who rarely have time to train MK so he can focus on talking to Suklha, only to have his own student stepping in and tried his best to save the marriage. From sending flowers, free noodles, sharing Wukong's view and made a whole love declaration from Wukong to Suklha in the middle of her Trial.

"Lady Suklha!! Its a gift from the monkey kiing~!" MK knocked on the high tech door, using his legs to hold up the large bouquet he bought at the florist. He made sure the handwriting isn't similar to his, he even added a monkey king doodle at the end of the card.

"MK..." Suklha greeted him, the door opening to reveal a drained and sleep deprived lawyer. Holding the casefile on her other hand in a mess. Her eyes widened while she let out a gasp at the bouquet, the casefile finally meeting its end at the floor. The bouquet is huge! bigger than her!

"Seee, Monkey king kinda dumped this on me today. He said he was afraid of seeing you getting mad over him sooo!" MK grinned widely, moving the bouquet to his hips "here ya go!"

Suklha hesitantly accepted the Bouquet, a look of discomfort grazing her features. "Thank you... MK" "nonono it was monkey ki-!" "You think i dont know my own imbecilic husband's handwriting?" MK looked at the worn out Lady, her mouth smiled gently despite the harsh words coming out of it.

"Maybe if you want to give me something in place of Wukong, remember to use Peaches or Wifey. He uses that more than... ehhh.. caterpillar?" Suklha squinted her eyes, holding the card closer to make sure what she's reading. MK looked at her reaction, is it another failure? The hundredth time where she would still say no when he ask her to talk to wukong? He's been going back and forth between her house and flower fruit mountain just to get the two to an understanding!

Atleast the Monkey King said yes if Suklha di—

"Fine ill go talk to him tomorrow"

"HE SAID IF YOU- wait what did you say again?"

MK stared dumbfounded, his stupid reaction earned a tired chuckle from Suklha.

"Ill go talk to him, thank you for your efforts MK. You're a good kid." She tried to hold the bouquet in one hand, leaving the other to ruffle his hair "although not mine, you do act like a child whose parents are in a fight..."

"Hey!!"

After MK help again, Wukong and Suklha has a better time communicating with eachother. Heck, Wukong likes to stop by just to check up on her and ask her out to go somewhere. Spend a quality time, despite her busy schedule.

MK who feels proud of himself whenever he comes to Flower Fruit Mountain only to meet with a frantic Wukong thats trying to choose between his red flaming glasses or pink hawaiian shirt to pack on his trip with Suklha.

Even after fixing her failing marriage, Suklha kept her friendship with Macaque. Making sure to have a night out together just so they can sit in her garden and talk about whatever that comes in mind. Giving both a sense of relief for both of them, to finally relax after a hectic day. Having someone to talk to despite their own insecurities thats keeping them both alone walking through the path of hardships.

Lastlyy, she holds the world's most complete library. Almost the old-school version of the cloud, sometimes she even hold a slight resentment at how everyone overlook libraries nowadays but well. There's a secret bookshelf that has the portal to any timeline and anything you need, disguised as normal and boring books. Kept in a dusted shed that has more cobwebs. As long as you have Suklha's permission, the books will open itself to you. If not, even with the power of Sandy and Wukong. It'll keep itself shut.

Artwork ©️ Miifu666

Writing ©️ Miifu666

[chuubian]

Kinktober week one:

Under the table

Tags Toji x fem reader, semi-public sex, mean and controlling Toji, fingering, unprotected sex (pls be safe), breeding kink, biting, unrealistic sex, MDNI

A/N I started a bit last minute so i cant do many but i dont write smut alot so i hope this is okay 😭😭

Your waitress was so sweet. Too sweet, really. Toji was a force to be reckoned with, not bothering with formalities or even talking like a regular human being. As soon as you were seated in the booth, he slipped right in beside you. You knew the drill. No speaking to waitstaff by yourself. He orders everything for you. As the server walks away, Toji's large hand rests on your knee- squeezing gently.

“Don't make a sound.”

The command shoots through your body and etches itself into your brain. Everything he says and does is permanently branded into your soul. It's like you were made to follow him. Toji’s thick fingers travel up slowly, teasing you, gently playing with the hem of your skirt. But you knew better. He wasn't nice for no reason.

Pushing his hand away shyly, you pull back down your skirt— attempting to keep your dignity.

“Toji… not here…”

You whisper softly, there's no reason people around need to know what's happening. Toji isn't amused. He lets out a low grunt. His fingers dig into the flesh of your inner thigh cruelly.

“Don't argue. Remember your place.”

A breath hitches in your throat and you don't want to fight back any more, but this is wrong. Your hands find their place in the fabric of his black shirt, curling. He chuckles at your reaction, fingers tapping at your inner thigh.

“But-“

He cuts you off.

“I told you to shut up. Are you trying to disobey me? Do I have to punish you?”

You cower under the intense aura radiating off him. Toji takes it as his chance. Firm fingers brush against the thin fabric of your panties— he easily finds your clit, focusing on drawing quick little circles over the sensitive bud. Sparks of pleasure flash behind your eyes, making your body tremble.

“T-toji…”

A large hand slides down your hair and settles on your shoulder, squeezing sternly in warning.

“Quiet.”

Your legs are weak. Thighs quivering, you try to hold back the urge to snap them shut. If you did, Toji would just pry them apart again.

It's embarrassing— having him act so unrestrained in public. He's shameless. What if people see? You could get arrested for this. It's not an empty restaurant by any means, it wouldn't be unthinkable.

A low buzzing sensation covers your entire body, settling over your skin. His touch doesn't let up. Your hips twitch uncontrollably against his fingers. It's like your body is not your own. He's playing you like a fiddle.

Wetness is soaking through your underwear, surely already dripping down onto the seat. It's all too much. Your head is spinning, thoughts turning muddy and nebulous. God. Where were you again?

The next thing you know, a strong arm is wrapping around your waist, dragging you out of your seat, and towards the bathroom.

"Come with me."

A gruff voice cuts through the daze and speaks directly at you. The door barely shuts before Toji is pushing your shirt up over your head. His calloused fingers leave trails of fire across your back and waist— making sure to torment you by nipping at all the sensitive spots hidden throughout your body.

His arms tighten around you. His lips trail up your spine and settle on sucking at the spot behind your ear. His breath brushes over your skin. It's warm. Too warm. Your heart is beating out of your chest and a wave of nausea suddenly hits you. Oh you're gonna get heatstroke for sure.

Toji wastes no time, pulling your panties halfway down, not bothering with stupid things like being gentle or kind.

“Fucking hate these. Why do you even wear them? you don't need them.”

He hikes up your skirt, revealing your bare ass to the freezing cold bathroom air.

“As long as you're with me, you better not wear this shit ever again.”

Goosebumps rise over your arms and legs as Toji runs a finger down your wet cunt. A surprised gasp spills past your lips. Toji takes it as his cue, sinking in a thick finger.

“Fuck…”

An embarrassing squelching sound fills the air. You hide your face in your arms, legs shaking and struggling to hold up.

“Hah… You're so easy to rile up baby. So wet, just for me.”

You can practically hear the sleazy smile plastered on his stupid smug face. The edges of your vision start to blur— your body is refusing to work, focusing only on the way Toji expertly manipulates your anatomy for his own benefit. He knows exactly what he's doing. He's the Devil.

He's greedy. Hardly any time has passed before he's gliding his finger out of your pussy, and tugging the waistband of his sweatpants down eagerly. The fat head of his cock slaps against his solid abs, leaving behind a small dribble of precum on his tummy. His hand— wet with your juices— travels back down to your hip, squeezing roughly.

“Toji..!”

You whine out. He's taking too long. It's not like you were the one who asked for this, it was all his stupid idea anyways and he was still refusing to hurry up. His hand raises up high in the air and comes back down hard before you can process what's happening. Your ass burns— a red hand is definitely going to imprint itself on your skin, branding you as his, even if only for a few minutes.

“Yeah, yeah I get it. Shut up.”

He drags your hips back, pressing his cock against your needy cunt. But he's being so mean. He refuses to push in just yet, content with just grinding himself against you.

“Fuck… what if I just do this huh? Get myself off and leave you all needy and helpless.”

A loud groan rips itself out of your lungs. He can't. He wouldn't. Right?

“Please… Toji…”

A strong grip clutches onto your hair, pulling at the threads harshly. You cry out loudly, your scalp pulses and aches.

“Shut up. I won't say it again.”

With that, he plunges his thick cock in mercilessly— stretching you open. No prep and minimal foreplay doesn't seem to be something that bothers Toji as he buries himself inside as deeply as he can. you swear you can feel him in your stomach.

“Ughn… So tight… Fuck.”

He grunts into your ear and nuzzles at your throat, pulling at you until your back is pressed against his strong, still-clothed chest. You're thankful for it. Your legs would not have lasted much longer.

Slowly, he drags his hips back until only the tip is left inside. You choke out a needy whine. Weakly, you attempt to smack his arm�� to get him moving. But he refuses to. Instead, he tightens his grip around you and laughs.

“Hurry.”

You barely get the full word out before he's slamming back in. It burns so good. You choke out a mewl, eyes fluttering shut. Your entire lower half aches, and your back feels like it's going to rip itself apart. The only thing holding you together is Toji.

“Agh… you're gonna be the death of me.”

No time is wasted before he starts thrusting inside you violently. His hips ram into the soft flesh of your ass, and his cock is carving out a spot for itself— causing delicious friction against your gummy walls. You're stretched beyond belief. Even after so many times you still can't get used to it.

“O-oh god…”

His hold on you tightens.

“That's not my name.”

Rocking your hips back against him, Toji groans loudly in your ear. The drag of skin on skin is heavenly. Echoing in the empty bathroom is the sound of pleasure— of pure bliss. The blunt head of his cock hits your cervix, creating ripples of indescribable pleasure through you. You can't think or speak. Everything comes out in incoherent babbles.

“Nghh… T-toji… h-hahh.. mmm..”

He doesn't slow down, if anything it encourages him more.

“That's it, just let go. Don't think.”

Nothing else matters at this point. Not the people waiting outside, who have probably all heard your cries of ecstasy. And certainly not the eventual soreness that will come with letting Toji use you. You can feel your brain turning off, your thoughts becoming a distant haze. Tojis dick is literally making you dumb.

Drool drips out of your lips and down your chin in thick dollops. You don't bother cleaning it. Your pussy pulsates around Tojis cock, trying to squeeze everything out of him. It's practically sucking him in. His thrusts get more desperate— slamming in harder and faster.

“Take it. I'm gonna breed you. Get you pregnant.”

Those words only made you want him more. You’re sure your ass is a deep red, almost purple color by now— abused by Toji's unintentionally violent expression of affection.

“Please… g-give it to me..”

With one last push, he buries himself in as deep as he can, biting at the junction between your neck and shoulder. Your pussy squeezes around him as you’re sent careening into your orgasm. Your hands grab onto anything they can, nails digging into his skin hard— it's sure to leave crescent shaped indents. Hot ropes of cum spill into you, filling you just like Toji wants.

When you finally regain the ability to think again, you shakily get up. Your legs can hardly hold up and you're a sweaty disheveled mess. A shiver runs up your spine as you feel his cum dripping down your thigh. Toji snorts. How is this funny to him?

"This is your fault, you know? You should be helping me, not watching."

You turn to glare at him. He holds his hands up in defeat.

"I know I know, it's just funny seeing you like this."

Strong hands help hold you up— gently cleaning you up and getting you dressed again. Your clothes feel dirty now. There's nothing visible on them, but they were on the floor just a few minutes ago. Toji's fingers gently rub against your lower stomach as he leads you out of the bathroom again. He doesn't bother going back to the table, or paying for the drinks you ordered, instead leading you out of the restaurant and back home.

[1for5]

yes im changing

paige bueckers x reader

(paige x uconn psychology student!reader)

synopsis: with y/n being in a new environment, still facing rejection, how can she bounce back?

masterlist

chapter 5

the previous week was hell for y/n. she got to finish interviewing all the members part of the men’s and women’s basketball team. she plans on having study sessions with the team members starting next week. aubrey has been noticing dark circle’s under y/n’s eyes, and she’s growing concered.

it was a saturday night, and aubrey was going out to hang with the team, when she went out of here room, she saw y/n locked in with her research. she saw a glimpse of the introduction.

university of connecticut, in short uconn, is known for many achievements in their curriculars, and especially in basketball. according to previous research, many have grown fond of basketball due to university of connecticut, with many championship titles being brought to their home at storrs.

basketball in uconn is more popular than ever. with this, the researcher aims to see the difference of the resilience of these student athletes from the basketball teams of uconn. according to..

“girl thats dope, but you have been reviewing this introduction for the longest time. you need a break, your eyebags are telling you to do so.” aubrey said. “i just want a good grade.. so im eligible to transfer to stanford.” y/n replies nonchalantly.

“that is true, but you need to loosen up for now y/n. you have done a lot. im hanging out with the team today, you should really come so i wouldn’t have to worry about my teammate finishing cans of red bull. thats bad for you!” aubrey proposes. “i dont think i can..” y/n declines.

“im not taking no for an answer, so come into your room and put nice clothes on. i can wait for you” aubrey drags y/n out of her chair and brings her to the girl’s room.

“fine”

after 30 minutes, the roommates finally arrived to the destination: a steakhouse. it’s tradition for the team to eat at their favorite steakhouse at every start of the school year. the team may bring their friends and significant others to this gathering, but they all keep in mind to keep this gathering not too big and still quite intimate.

“hi y/n!!!” the team greets her, aubrey signaling her to sit beside nika and her. nika turned to y/n, and asked more personal questions about her life. they only got to talk during the interviews, and nika was genuinely willing to be friends with y/n.

they got more comfortable with each other, they found out they both liked rock climbing, building legos, and had mystery movies as their comfort movies.

while talking, one member of the team, kk, got curious. “so.. what’s the deal between aubrey and y/n? we didn’t know that y/n would be here, but don’t worry boo we’re all glad you’re here” kk asked.

everyone except for one

“oh nooo. y/n and i arent like that. yeah we’re roommates and we got close to each other but she’s not my type, don’t even know if she’s for the girls! i brought her here since she’s been too deep into her research. she needs to eez down” aubrey declined the allegation, y/n agreeing to her.

“only answer this if your comfortable with it but.. are you for the girls?” kk’s curiousity got stronger. “oh no its fine kk! yeah i am gay, just dont have a label. but i have never had a girlfriend before” y/n answered with a smile.

“OOOOH!” kk and the others exclaimed. “so what are you looking for in a partner? we could hook you up!” ice asked.

“i want my personal athletic or active, i dont know, they just have that aura. i also want my person to be quite smart.. i dont know guys its just attractive to me! and i hope theyre love language is words of affirmation. im a sucker for that” y/n shamefully answers.

“you know y/n, maybe your just talking about me” kk teased. “NOOOO”s and “EEEWWW”s were said after that, laughter all around.

after a wonderful night and dinner, it was time to head to an open basketball court. the uconn team loves to hoop after a good night out. its their only time to really have fun with their sport, no rules or anything. the steakhouse was just walking distance to the court, hence the team leaving their cars first at the parking area.

as they go into the court, y/n was smiling with the rest of the team, until she sees paige. paige gave her an eye roll, which made y/n feel quite annoyed and uncomfortable.

the rest of the team wanted to see y/n play, so she did, she was against paige, qadence, nika, and ice. y/n was having fun, but whenever she makes in contact with the ball and paige was beside her, paige kept on nudging her and slightly hitting her. paige was rough, which was not usual for her especially when they were just playing for fun.

the others felt paige’s competitiveness, and it didn’t feel right. kk calmed paige down. “paige whats your problem? she doesn’t play. that was foul” kk asked. paige just scoffed and ignored kk. kk was for sure that paige was hiding something, and she would have to ask next time when paige is more open to talk about it.

the team decided to call it a day. while they were walking back to the parking area, paige was dribbling a basketball, and started to throw it up— which led to another “accident.”

the ball goes forward and hits y/n again, but this time it was on her shoulder. y/n looked back to see who threw the ball, only to see that it was the blonde once again.

“what the fuck is your problem?”

[stargrillzz]

So close yet so far

summary: They both want it with all their might, they need it. But how difficult can it be to face their own fears just to be together?

note: I really hope nobody notices how much I fcking love Bucky lol.. xoxo

IMPORTANT: I wanted to make something clear, this type of attitudes in a partner in real life its completely unacceptable, this is pure fiction and I wrote this knowing the intetions and feelings behind every character, you do not accept this type of rection or attitude from anyone!, in any case, reach out to someone, a parent, a teacher, a friend, dont be scared!. I know bucky its not being violent or abusive but Idk why I just wanted to say this in case someone needs to read it.

chapter I - chapter II - chapter III - chapter IV

Unseen Tension

Bucky had been trying his best to ignore it, to keep his cool. But no matter how many times he told himself it wasn’t a big deal, he just couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. You and Peter had been spending more and more time together lately, talking about tech, helping with upgrades for your suits, laughing over some joke only the two of you found funny. It wasn’t anything bad, but to Bucky? It might as well have been an affair.

You didn’t notice it, of course. To you, Peter was just another friend, another person in the family, and you were just being nice, helping him out. You had no idea how much Bucky’s blood was boiling whenever he saw the two of you too close, too comfortable.

He walked into the living room where you and Peter were sitting on the couch. Peter was explaining some new tech idea to you, leaning in slightly, gesturing with his hands as he spoke. Your eyes were locked on him as you nodded along, a smile tugging at your lips.

It was innocent. Too innocent. But to Bucky, it felt like a dagger in his chest.

“Hey, Bucky!” you called out, noticing him standing in the doorway, but his gaze was fixed on you and Peter. He didn’t respond immediately, his jaw tightening as he watched Peter's hand move a little too close to your shoulder.

“You alright, Buck?” Sam’s voice came from behind him, but Bucky didn’t acknowledge him.

He wasn’t alright. Not at all. The way Peter smiled at you, the way you laughed, made Bucky feel like he was losing you.

The Breaking Point

Later that night, Bucky found himself pacing the hallway, his mind running in circles. His anger kept rising, but he couldn’t exactly put a finger on why. He tried telling himself it was just his protective instinct kicking in. But deep down, he knew it was more than that.

The moment he walked into the training room, though, the frustration he’d been bottling up exploded.

You were standing there, talking to Peter, as usual. And, as usual, Bucky saw things differently. Your laugh, the way Peter reached out to hand you a device, the way your fingers brushed ever so lightly—it was too much.

His fists clenched, and before he even realized it, he was already moving toward you both.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Bucky's voice rang out, low and threatening.

You turned toward him in surprise. “Bucky, what—?”

Peter looked up from the tech in his hands, confused. “Uh, hey, man. We’re just talking.”

But Bucky didn’t care about that. His eyes burned with jealousy as they locked onto Peter, who had the audacity to stand there so close to you.

“Get your hands off her, Parker,” Bucky snapped, his voice laced with venom. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Peter froze, his expression shifting between bewildered and unsure. “I didn’t mean anything by it, Bucky.”

Bucky ignored him and stepped closer to you, his hands grabbing your wrist and pulling you to him. “I don’t want you close to her anymore, Parker. Got it?” His voice was a low growl, as though every word he spoke was laced with warning.

You yanked your wrist away, anger flashing in your eyes. “Bucky, you’re being ridiculous—”

But Bucky wasn’t listening. Without another word, he took a hold of your arm again, this time more forcefully, and began leading you out of the room.

As Bucky pulled you down the hallway, he didn’t care that you were protesting, trying to get free from his grip. The only thing in his mind was that he needed to get you alone. Away from Peter. Away from anyone who might take you from him.

When he reached his room, he slammed the door shut behind him, his chest heaving as his anger spilled out. He was shaking, trying to contain the rage that had been building inside him for days.

You tried to break free from his grip, but Bucky was relentless. “Let go of me, Bucky!” you shouted, but he just pulled you into his room, slamming the door with his back.

“No,” he growled. “Not until you understand. I don’t care if you don’t feel the same way, but I’m not letting anyone get that close to you. Not him. Not anyone.”

His voice was so cold, so intense, and you took a step back, shocked. “What the hell is wrong with you? Peter is just—he’s just a friend.”

But Bucky wasn’t listening. In one swift motion, he grabbed your wrist again and pulled you toward him. You gasped as he cut you off with a kiss—hard, demanding. His lips were rough against yours, almost punishing. His hands moved to your back, pulling you even closer, his body pressed against yours.

You tried to pull away, but the intensity of the kiss held you captive. It was a storm of emotion, of jealousy, of ownership. And despite yourself, your body betrayed you, responding to him, to the heat, to the fire he was lighting inside you.

“You’re mine,” Bucky breathed against your lips when he pulled away, his hands gripping your hips as if to ground you to him. His eyes searched yours, fierce with need. “And I’m not letting anyone take you from me. Not him. Not anyone.”

You stood there, breathless, unsure of what to say, of how to feel. The air between you was thick with something neither of you had acknowledged before.

But then Bucky kissed you again, more desperately this time, and for a moment, you let him. Let him take the control that you didn’t know he was seeking.

As the door to Bucky's room slammed shut, Tony Stark was sitting in the security room, watching the cameras. He had been keeping an eye on the compound, and something about the way Bucky had stormed off earlier left him uneasy.

But what he saw on the monitors made his blood run cold. His daughter, his baby girl, in Bucky's arms, the two of them kissing like the world had faded away. He sat there, his jaw clenched, his mind racing.

“What the hell?” Tony muttered to himself, his hand gripping the edge of the desk.

He immediately stormed toward Bucky’s room, practically bursting through the door. “What the hell is going on here, Bucky?”

Bucky was standing at the edge of the bed, his chest rising and falling with anger, while you were still catching your breath, trying to make sense of everything.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Tony’s voice was laced with rage, his eyes locking onto Bucky. “She’s my daughter, Barnes. Not yours. You don’t get to do this. What happened to respecting boundaries?”

Bucky didn’t back down, his stance unwavering as he stared Tony down. “I’m not letting anyone take her away from me,” he growled.

Tony’s fist clenched, a vein popping in his neck. “You’re out of your mind, Buck. Don’t you ever touch my daughter again.”

[xmonomaniia]

Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want | THANGYU ONESHOT

“my boy we need to talk” “its about the other night” “nam-su??” “dont make me say ur real name yo” “boy please” “hello??????” Nam-gyu had turned off his read receipts. This was the third day of not responding to Su-bong. The thought of going to meet him, let alone talk to him, filled him with nausea. He knew eventually he would have to see him, as the pain of the yearning was so much. He took a deep breath as he grabbed his phone. “Okay”

★ choi su-bong | thanos/nam-gyu (squid games)

★ smut MDNI

★ 2,747 words

★ bottom choi su-bong | thanos, top nam-gyu, praise kink, making out, making love, porn with plot, fluff and smut, aftercare, blow jobs, hand jobs, gay sex, anal fingering, mutual pining

“So for once in my life, let me get what I want Lord knows, it would be the first time.”

ONESHOT :

“not high , we need to talk”

“Yeah I get it”

“when where ? ?”

“Tonight”

“ya ok where”

“My apartment”

Su-bong sent a thumbs up and that was the end of the conversation. They had already met up at Nam-gyu’s apartment many times, mostly for animated films while high. The colors would advance their trips. His apartment was much bigger than Su-bong’s, and the complex also had an outside pool. He lost count of how many noise complaints he received from their escapades. He chose his apartment so he could feel connected to his safe space during this.

Nam-gyu’s hands shook as he vacuumed. He forgot to ask what time Su-bong was coming over, and by the time he remembered it was already too late. Part of him hoped he would show up soon, but part of him hoped he wouldn’t show up at all. He was doing anything to keep his mind busy. Throwing away old beer bottles, fluffing the couch cushions, walking around in circles. He didn’t want to communicate, especially not when it would be as personal as this.

He could keep lying to himself and Su-bong; He could keep the friendship how it always has been. He could lie or joke about it to ease the tension. He could tell the truth and possibly ruin everything. He bit at his fingernails until they were sore and chipped all over.

He heard his doorbell ring.

He wondered what would happen if he didn’t answer it. If he chose to not let Su-bong in, to refuse the talk. He could block him and never speak to him again. He told himself he didn’t need Su-bong, that he could run away and be happy. He held his hand to his heart as he considered these options.

The doorbell rang more aggressively, along with some knocking. All he wanted to do was hide.

He opened the door.

“Hey.” Su-bong said gentle and soft. He had bags under his eyes. His lips quivered while he forced them into a slight smile. His hands were shaking and looked as though he had been scratching at his skin. He was wearing a boring gray shirt, and black sweatpants. He had no jewelry on, not even his cross full of his pills. This was different. Whether it was a good different or a bad different wasn’t clear yet.

Nam-gyu’s hands were still on the door, wanting so badly to close it and shut him out. Su-bong noticed and pushed aside to enter.

Su-bong headed to the couch and sat on his usual right side, as if he owned the couch himself. He seemed less animated than usual, was he nervous? How serious would this talk be? Nam-gyu dripped in sweat and fear.

Su-bong looked at him and patted next to him comfortingly.

“Please?”

He was speaking so much differently than normal. It didn’t feel good.

He walked over hesitantly. His knees shook as he sat. He put his hands on his knees and rubbed them up and down. The motion was soothing.

Su-bong looked at the ground between his feet. The two didn’t say anything or look at each other for a few minutes. Tension and pressure filled the air, and the temperature got hotter.

“I-“

“Abo-“

They interrupted each other.

Silence filled the air once more.

”…You can go first. Sorry.” Nam-gyu practically whispered. His voice was on edge, and it looked like his eyes were becoming glossy.

“No, please. Go first.” Su-bong looked up at his eyes, trying to ignore the somber air around them.

Su-bong sucked air through his teeth and pat his knees a few times before finding the courage to begin.

 His voice was shaky and sounded full of regret.

“I… am so sorry. I’m so sorry, Su-bong. I’m so sorry for the other night. We- we were just too high. I know you didn’t want to kiss me. I hope I…” Tears spilled down his cheeks lightly.

“Did I upset you?” He croaked. He couldn’t stop his tears or words.

“I didn’t- , didn’t mean to. I’m so sorry. It’s okay if… if you can’t forgive me-” He stumbled on his words. This was the worst he felt all year.

“I’m so sorry…” He looked down, finally accepting the crying and the fear. His shoulders felt heavy, and his ribs felt like they were about to fracture from the pressure of his panic.

Su-bong was quiet. Too quiet. Nam-gyu was too afraid to look him in the eye, and was begging to himself to not spiral. He gripped harder on his own legs, hoping to ground himself. It was humiliating crying this much. He had admired Su-bong so much for years, he couldn’t believe he ruined everything in one night.

“Did you not want to kiss me?” Su-bong asked uneasily.

Nam-gyu looked up quickly to analyze Su-bong’s face. He was looking at the ground, scratching and picking at his cuticles. His hands were shaking, and his foot was gently tapping a rhythm.

“Wh- huh? No! No no! What?” Nam-gyu straightened up as he reached for Su-bong’s hands, but stopped himself. “Did I give off that impression?”

“So… you did want to?” A faint blush spread across Su-bong’s cheeks.

Silence filled the air once again, but this time it wasn’t bad. It was full of tenderness.

“You have to be honest.” Su-bong scooted closer, determined to get an answer.

Nam-gyu had no idea what to say. He didn’t want to be honest. He didn’t want to tell him how ever since the night he met him that he had daydreamed of being his. Kissing his lips, using his body, caring for his heart. How could he say any of that? He had never felt these things before Su-bong. He had only been with girls before, and even then he didn’t fully enjoy it. Even if Su-bong accidentally grazes across his hand it feels like electricity. He would do anything to make him laugh or smile, even if it was something degrading or awful.

It wasn’t even for the drugs, he didn’t care about any of that. When he met Su-bong he had actually lied to him. He had never taken anything, not even smoked a cigarette. The only alcohol he had was the sips of wine his parents let him have during his childhood. He tried and did all of these things so he could be closer to Su-bong. Su-bong, Su-bong, Su-bong. It was always for him. Some days it felt like Su-bong was the only thing that could make him feel better.

When they began getting high and drinking, Su-bong had always teased about how Nam-gyu was such a lightweight. Deep down, he knew Nam-gyu was a liar. He found it amusing how he could push Nam-gyu. Whether it was with his temper with calling him Nam-su, or his limits with substances. He adored how Nam-gyu was always by his side. Even when Su-bong ended up pushing past his own limit, and told Nam-gyu about how he wished he had the courage to take his own life, Nam-gyu never judged or left him. Su-bong held him very dear to his heart, and ended up at times needing his humor and personality to brighten his day. It always worked.

He spent his nights dreaming of his dear friend. Kissing his lips, being used by him, having his heart be cared for. Their friendship may have been a little toxic, a little clingy, a little annoying; but it was the best part of Su-bong’s days. He never wanted to leave Nam-gyu’s side, and he never wanted him to leave his. Nam-gyu, Nam-gyu, Nam-gyu. He waited years for that kiss, it felt like a dream. He even went home directly after to touch himself. He didn’t care if it looked like rejection, he didn’t care if it hurt Nam-gyu, he needed to pleasure his own needs.

He hoped Nam-gyu wanted him as much as he wanted him.

He hoped Su-bong wanted him as much as he wanted him.

“I did.” Nam-gyu said, disgusted with himself. He moved his hands to cover his red face, but before he could they were grabbed.

Su-bong leaned over to kiss Nam-gyu. It was full of passion, intimacy, and a little bit of anger. Anger for making him wait so long, anger for not chasing after him when he left, anger for taking so long to reply and invite him over. He pushed Nam-gyu down and got on top of him. Tangling his hair between his fingers, lips being bit, heat flushing on their faces. They both had been wanting this for years, both been dreaming of it for years, and now it was finally in their reach.

Out of breath and both becoming hard; Su-bong dug his hips a little harder into Nam-gyu’s erection, desperately wanting any friction or motion. His hands holding the other’s tighter and tighter, like if he had loosened his grip by an inch that he would lose it all. They took quick breaks to breathe before going back into their moment. It all felt so dreamy.

Nam-gyu pulled Su-bong’s hair to break him free from their session. Su-bong groaned quietly, which only made Nam-gyu harder.

“I want you so bad.” Su-bong moaned while leaving kisses up Nam-gyu’s arm.

“I’ve wanted you so bad for so long. That night felt like a dream. This feels like a dream. Do you want me? I want you. Nam-su- Nam-gyu, I want you. I need you.” He was practically begging as he grabbed onto the other one tighter. Every word spilling out felt like a waterfall, all he wanted to keep doing was say how much he’s yearned and craved his friend. He was so much more lively than usual, it was a little jarring to Nam-gyu.

“I want you too-” Interrupted by Su-bong’s lips, clawing to be closer to him. They were practically one and it wasn’t close enough for Su-bong. He needed more, more, more.

Nam-gyu was panting heavily as he felt all of his repressed feelings bubble up. His year long desires felt so warm in his chest. It was everything he had been craving for, and it feels a million times better than what had been imagined during his midnight sessions. His pants had been forming a wet spot of pre-cum from Su-bong’s dry humping. His heart felt like it would beat out of his chest; his face felt so full of heat. He wasn’t expecting this outcome, he was full of so many feelings. Anxiety, elation, romance. He felt his emotions float all the way up his stomach, to his chest, up his throat, around his jaw. The pressure and the excitement was a little too much. He pushed Su-bong back.

“I’m sorry- I- Uhm- Sorry.” He muttered.

“What? What’s wrong?” Su-bong asked with caution.

“Nothing I…”

“What?”

“I’m just…” Nam-gyu turned away embarrassed; grabbing a pillow to hide his erection. He had only been a few seconds away from cumming. Everything felt way too good, it felt like his skin was being set on fire and electrocuted all at once. Part of him couldn’t tell if all of this was real or not.

“I’m just really hard-” He said covering his face. This was the most embarrassed he had ever felt, and in front of Su-bong of all people.

He felt a hand move the pillow away.

Su-bong stopped himself from touching Nam-gyu’s tent.

“I could help.” He said, sounding a little more desperate than he meant to.

“But only if- you want to.” He stumbled on his words, feeling like he was practically asking Nam-gyu to be his boyfriend. He had to sit on his hands to stop himself from reaching out. He clawed at under his thighs, breathing heavier as his mind flashed everything him and Nam-gyu could be doing right now.

Nam-gyu looked at Su-bong and nodded ebulliently.

He gasped at the zipper going down. He couldn’t open his eyes, and just kept his face towards the ceiling. He felt a gentle rub on his tip from Su-bong’s thumb. He removed his hand to spit on it before stroking him up and down softly and slowly. It felt like heaven, it felt wet, it felt exhilarating.

“Does it feel good?” Su-bong asked anxiously.

Nam-gyu quickly nodded, covering his mouth as to not let any noises loose.

The strokes kept going slowly as more pre-cum poured out, until Su-bong stopped.

Nam-gyu looked down at the boy, face blushing and sweat dripping.

“What?” He asked out of breath.

Su-bong looked away, nervous and embarrassed.

“Can I have praise?” He whispered; closing his eyes tight enough for it to hurt a little.

A gentle hand reached for his dyed hair. Twirling, playing, and caressing. Su-bong slowly opened his eyes to look up at Nam-gyu, who was softly smiling. He gave an endearing nod. Su-bong could feel butterflies in his stomach, and a tingling in his chest. He reached for Nam-gyu’s cock again.

“You’re doing so good, baby.” He moaned lovingly. His hand was still in the other’s hair, still giving tender rubs and brushes. He was harder than before; he didn’t know he could be.

Su-bong’s touches grew faster steadily. One hand gravitated to play with the other’s balls, while the other hand kept stroking and rubbing his tip. He could feel his own pants tighten and grow wet.

“Harder baby, please.” He whined at the other boy. He felt his grip tighten before feeling Su-bong’s mouth on his tip. He jumped from the sudden wetness and sensitivity. He felt Su-bong’s tongue swirl around it, and it felt like he had just saw God.

“Oh my-. Fuck. So good.” He kept breaking upon his own words, feeling overstimulated and needy. He grabbed Su-bong’s hair in an eager manner, only to hear a faint moan slip the other’s lips.

He looked down at his lover and grabbed his hair harder. He loved Su-bong’s moans.

“You look so pretty, Su-bong.”

“Yes, yes, just like that.”

“God, baby, this feels so good.” He loved praising him. He loved seeing Su-bong look up at him. He felt powerful and like the most important person in the world.

Su-bong hollowed his cheeks while sucking. He did it fast, only focusing on making Nam-gyu feel good. He wanted to make him feel good more than anything in the whole world.

Nam-gyu pushed Su-bong off his cock gently, panting, sweaty, shaking. He was practically edging himself at this point.

Su-bong’s cock twitched in his pants, the wet spot covering most of his area now.

“Please fuck me.” He whimpered to Nam-gyu.

Nam-gyu tore off the other’s pants as if he were an animal in heat. He tumbled over Su-bong and kissed him passionately. Trailing down to leave dark marks all over his neck, his collarbones, his chest. He needed Su-bong more than anything. He shakes at the thought of his warmth.

He stuck a finger in his lover gently. Listening to Su-bong’s breath hitch and turn into pleasure. He loves how Su-bong sounds, and it only makes him harder. He has to resist the urge of stroking himself.

He grabs a condom and his lube, and inserts his cock into Su-bong. It’s an intense warm pressure that makes them both moan together. It’s messy, it’s awkward, but full of so much sweetness. It felt better than all of their masturbation fantasies, wet dreams, and imaginations. It was everything they both had ever wanted.

“You feel so good on my dick, baby.”

“You look so pretty right now, Su-bong.”

“I want you so bad.”

Su-bong couldn’t help but cumming first, and then Nam-gyu shortly followed after. He stayed in Su-bong for a few minutes after, just laying on top of him and planting tiny kisses everywhere. Su-bong held Nam-gyu tight until he was ready to pull out. They were both still hard, but they didn’t want to continue yet.

Nam-gyu got water and they helped clean each other up. They laid in bed admiring the special moment. Nam-gyu gently playing with the boy’s hair, Su-bong gently rubbing the boy’s chest. It was the closest they ever felt, and they could tell it was the best. They fell asleep huddled like that, and when they woke up together in the morning they both felt shy and embarrassed.

“Again?”

Nam-gyu got on top of Su-bong once again.

thank you sm for reading !! this was my first fic so pls be kind lol . . sorry if its awk or anything !!

my ao3 my wattpad

[ajastu]

You know what. since im here and talking abt ocs. I wana share some early sketches/process of the cards ive done for Lora, Zea n Noel <3

these three. also if you look at the file names. um. well. we'll get there. i wanted this to be a quick little post but it ended up an essay. of well.

(obligatory tag 🫡 @captainmagpie-risha. tho this is mostly abt the art process rather than the characters, AND its long, so u dont have to read it 😂)

so. Lets start in chronological order. Lora's concept i sketched back in 2018 while being bored out of my mind at work. It is also the only card which i initially based on an actual tarot card that exists The one i chose (after a LOT of debating) was 'Death'. Now, i'm not too well versed in tarot, but it felt right at the time..

I did attempt it digitally at the time, i THINK, but if i did i can't find that file.

What i wanted to convey with this work is...hm. 1.) her old life left behind, but also kind of...always There (the tower) (which i ended up scrapping bcs it wasnt working with the composition. some things must be sacrificed....) 2.) she's good at what she does, and she knows it! this is her new calling (pun intended?) 3.) a general sense of letting herself be free and Herself. Unlearning the self-imposed (and circle-imposed) limits. the indulgence of it all

right now i think that i would have gone about her card concept a bit differently, but im still glad that i finished this initial sketch [checks wrist watch] oh man. 6 years later.

Now, the main struggle with this one was not the concept, but rather...the execution. I do struggle with making things messy and textured in my art, and this was an attempt at imitating the DA cards style, which i do still think i ultimately failed at. but you know, first crepe is always a mess, as they say. (<--- blatantly ignoring the fact this was not my first DA-style tarot card but we dont talk abt that one bcs i dont like it)

made a copy of the PSD file after these stages were done, so i could delete some files and start to clean it up. that is when the [filename]CURATED thing comes from. all in all this work took. um. 3 CURATED files. khm. but at least i still have these early stages to go back to, so...

as mentioned in the pic, had to ask a friend (Blu3mila on here) for Textures Workshop 101. was actually a huge help! Kind of too late to really save this work, but i do like the result in the end. Saddest part of this work process was....de-neonifying the colors. i do love a good saturation, i cannot lie! and the background.........there were too many variations and too many Layers, so i decided not to show everything, or else we would be here all week.

ANYAWAY, moving on.

Zeaaaaaaaaa...my sweetie pea.....perused the flower meanings book i have to choose one flower for them. um. failed step one. chose 4. and yeah, about the effort to de-saturate the colors.....forget about itttt i want to LIVE i want to have FUN!!!

the idea here was. i wanted it to be sweet and carefree on the surface. Happy, even. but they ARE a grey warden, the blight is in their past, present, and DEFINITELY future. I wanted it to look kind of like...roots or trees spreading in the background. like a dead forest, kind of. the sun was initially supposed to be just the regular, shiny kind, to keep up with the sweetness of the scene. but during the phase where i throw on colors, i remembered the goddang eclipse from the game and...yeah. I kind of had to. It works thematically still! I don't know how well i achieved it, but i wanted it to be sort of...unsettling the more you look at it. without resorting to downright violent imagery....and definitely no darkspawn. because this isnt really about them, this is about what's in Zea's blood. about how they chose this path not despite their hopeful and idealistic nature, but because of it.

some more stages! my process here was to do the sketch and rough colors and then paint on top of it so i dont bother with layers too much.

I still bothered with layers a lot.

and last but not least....the final details that are so easily missable, but i think they add a lot of idk. charm, i guess?

And now. Noel... I still think her card is the closest i got to the style i was trying to imitate in the first place.

I had a clear vision of what i wanted, what elements HAD to be in the final version, etc...but getting it out on 'paper' proved to be more difficult than i expected.

I knew i wanted her hair to be flowing. i knew i wanted her in profile. i knew i wanted her to hold a weapon. and i knew that her burning family home had to be in the background. later also decided that it had to specifically be Behind her.

then i went and complicated shit for myself by opening the flower meanings book again.... chose 4 plants AGAIN, but in the end only the palm leaf and the nettle made it in. and even then, the nettle only made it because i couldnt think of what else to fill the space with.

more or less chose the composition, started fucking around with colors. then fucked around with the composition Again. Was struck by the idea of her holding howe's head instead of the chestnut bouquet.

more fucking around (alternative color version that never happened included) up to this point wanted her to be all serious and STARING (the fact that physically she cannot look straight at the camera when in profile and yet she IS is intentional here. I wanted it to be a bit like a. hmm something is wrong here... moment)

i do still think that the deadpan version could work for her, but she really did not look nearly happy/unhinged enough when i drew her holding howe's head, so i had to fix it. worked out wonderfully in the end! this is also the moment when i fully resigned myself to letting go of the chestnut with its meaning. oh well

this was probably the most fun stage - the patternssss the filterssss... i think it changed something in my brain a little bit when i got to this stage. wanted to try making a chestnut-themed and a nettle-themed pattern too but they just didnt look right.

and finally. the last stages of the process. did one last attempt at a different composition for some reason? i THINK i wanted to get rid of the green colors n see how that works? but in the end i decided that i like the plant version better. ok yeah i think thats it, thank u for coming to my ted talk <3

[lunarleonardo]

hello people of tumblr dot com! It is lunarleonardo. I have encountered a bit of a Situation and I need the people's help

So after whump week, I figured I needed. A bit of a break. 73k words is a lot to write in a single month, not to mention the posters!! So! i wrote my shadowvanilla stuff and now I miss my danganronpa yaoi :( That's where my Situation comes in.

I have three fic ideas up on the ideas board, but I dont really know... which one to write first ^^" I'll put a more detailed explanation for each one but if you dont care about my yapping then

i'll be back in a week to see the results. to those of u stopping here byeeeey and thank you for your vote ^.^ !!!

to those who are reading ahead Oh Boy here we go.

The first option is actually titled "turning in circles", a reference to this glorious song. In Stars and Time reawoke my love for time loops so now I want to do it again! But worse! If you want to see Shuichi die a lot then this ones for you. And if you want to see him go insane, this one is also for you because both of those things happen XD Bonus points cus its a saiouma fic ^o^ i miss writing saiouma

The second one, despair blackeneds, is really just its placeholder name. It's a bit more of a personal fic that explores some faaar darker themes. It's basically me shaking my own hand and telling myself to hold nothing back. ^^" It is a gen fic, no ships. If you're a Kaito superfan you might want to step back from this one because he isnt the greatest in this! nor are any of the other blackeneds! The idea is that Kaito's execution fucks up the simulation, and sort of brainwashes all of the blackeneds into being. despair. you can probably see where this is going >_> sorry kaito

The third one is the shakiest of the bunch and i dont have as much for it yet. Its not a sequel or a prequel or anything it just has a similar setup to m5 because 1. im running out of Situations and 2. i like seeing my favs in the same situation over and over again. It's a saiouma fic, because of course it is @w@ And it has many whumptivities. think if love letter, heaven given hell, and motive 5 fused into one. and also it wasnt tsumugis fault. more on that at 11

I dont want to get too spoilery with it but turning in circles does have the most content (´ﾟωﾟ｀) I'm halfway through chapter 1 and boy is there a lot of art. because i hyperfixated on the song "play my way" by jakeneutron for 3 days and i wasnt normal about it. I bought fucking amanda the adventurer 2 because of it okay i dont want to talk about it

anyways thats all :P Im hoping to write all of these at some point, i just need a pointer to which one i should write first because im indecisive xD Thank you guys!! And have a nice night everybody !!!! (*ゝω･*)

[starvity]

hi! i love your writing, im so shocked to find someone with the same ults as me ^ i was hoping you could maybe write a protective gunwook scenario? the idea of him always thinking he needs to protect you from others (even when he is a little scared himself,) is rlly heart wrenching.

like !;!!,!,! imagine him pulling you behind him slightly with a serious voice but you can feel him shaking a bit. 🥹 hes too precious rlly we dont deserve him.

— ☆ follow your steps

gn!reader x zb1 gunwook

genre: angst, student!au, fluff?, gunwook and you as the popular class presidents // warnings: bullying, blood, violence, jealousy

author’s note: i was originally going for a happy ending because angst makes me feel so bad but no i like to make us (yes, myself included...) suffer today :D (you'll be fine) also omg ult twins!!!! you’ve got insane taste btw hehe <3 (★ω★)/ [requested♡]

gunwook and you were two of the most popular students in the entire school. you two being the two class presidents, you can often be seen together to work on projects or just share ideas on future plans to improve your lifestyle. it had started with a pure academic motive. meeting up after classes at the library to talk about the recent complains from the students and how you could find a solution to those. after a few weeks though, you found it less and less of a burden to stay late at school and, if you dare to say, you were excited to do your duty as a model student simply and solely to spend some time with gunwook.

and the other students were quick to catch up that maybe you two had become much closer than expected and let's say people were not very happy about it. you were aware of how popular you were just by counting how many love letters would be squished in your locker on valentine's day and how many students would wait for gunwook to clean the classroom until sometimes 5 or 6 to hand them a cheap snack and hearing a few words from him, a simple hello and thank you. and you hated how that popularity made all your relationships feel fake and forced. but when you were with gunwook, everything felt so light and casual. for the very first time, you felt like you didn't need to keep a facade and felt like you could finally be yourself.

gunwook was already waiting for you at the quiet and empty library as he had finished his classes earlier than you. he took the chance to grab a drink for both of you, thinking that it could maybe cheer you up after this long day. gunwook noticed that you still hadn't arrived after 20 minutes and assumed that you were probably talking to your teacher or helping your friends with their assignments like you usually do. therefore, he starts working, his glasses resting on the tip of his nose, almost sliding off. his chin was placed on the palm of his hand, his index occasionally taping his upper lip and his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. almost 45 minutes since your class ended and you still were nowhere to be seen. the boy starts to get worried and he goes looking for you, considering that a walk around the school would also empty his mind a bit.

"i already told you we are just friends, nothing else" you state firmly, glaring at the group of students circling you. the girl in front of you, who seemed to be the "leader" of the crowd steps on your foot, lasers shooting through her eyes. you wince in pain but keep your composure and replies calmly "have you maybe considered that your terrible attitude might be the reason gunwook doesn't want to have anything to do with you, with all of you guys? he wouldn't even befriend and even less date any of you guys." you suddenly feel a boy grab your hair from your right while another person twists your arm from your left. despite the pain you keep your head up, smirking at her while some blood from the punches received earlier was staining your lips "and what if we were more than that?" her eyes turn dark and you know you're about to receive either a slap or a punch, or worse, in the next 5 seconds.

but those 5 seconds were enough for gunwook to find you and quickly stand between you two. he takes a glance at you from over his shoulder and his heart aches seeing the state they left you in. he orders them to leave you alone with a shaky voice but the only response is a couple of chuckles. all of a sudden, the crowd takes a few steps ahead, slowly closing the gap between you. gunwook takes your hand in his, he was trembling and he could barely murmur a sorry with the tears building in his eyes. and the boy had never felt so much shame and disappointment in himself before this moment when he understood that he won't be able to protect you this time.

[valyrfia]

I mean this the nicest way possible but have you considered the fact that you just .. hate RPF? Wich is fine, like you said it's a gray area. It's not everyone's cup of tea, actually! It's not even mine because I actually came across those trailers you said! And I instantly went "ew wtf" and I clicked not interested, and then I another showed up, and clicked not interested, and then the algorithm went ok got it, and it's been a while thankfully, that hasn't showed up. So, what I mean is, there is content in the internet that is weird, that's for sure, but there's like... Ways to avoid it? And the way that this has been a persistent subject in your blog in such a deep way makes me think that you suffer it more than anyone, wich is fine but just, don't look at it anymore? I don't know what to say honestly because, again no to be rude but youre making the MOST out of it. And it's like you're treating fandom culture like this deep dark secret when its as public as it can be and I promise you the most a person can do is feel weirded out and mute that content, and hope it doesn't show up.! But for example, I hate povs content, and that has to be the most persistent content I've seen so far on F1, full of "you're the wife/girl/sister" blah blah and I'm a lesbian, I've clicked not interested so many times I lost count and IT KEPT showing up (until i figured muting y/n, driver x reader helps) so if it keeps you more calm there are ways to avoid content you dont like!

I get where you’re going with this but also, nah. I’ve always loved RPF and will keep consuming it whenever I can. I just make a big stink out of seeing it outside of tumblr and ao3 because of algorithms and the way I was taught to interact with RPF about fifteen years ago in which….these things have to stay within their intended circles at all costs. This is back when fandom content was not cool and mainstream and unless you kept your fandom life and your actual life very separate you get bullied to hell for it. Now, I often feel like the pendulum has swung a little too far the other way and there’s such a massive influx of new people because fandom culture is trendy that fandom etiquette is starting to collapse. The treatment of RPF being one of them.

RPF differs from POV content in two ways. The first is that POV content is a little more accepted than RPF in the general consciousness, usually because it’s het but also because it’s very obvious this is a self insert fantasy which while I imagine is awkward for drivers to see, can be easily laughed off as being so obviously just a fantasy. RPF on the other hand builds off of pre-existing relationships and lore and is usually slash, which already introduces an awkward element (and you can say the men shouldn’t have toxic masculinity all you like, it’s not just them that’s the issue it’s everyone who perceives them and the content), also it’s more difficult because people DO talk about these pairings platonically. In order to not experience Lestappen on my tiktok FYP, I can’t interact with any video that mentions those two in the same breath ever because the algorithm will eventually push me ship content even if I don’t want to see it and I click not interested. This happens over and over again.

I love RPF which am just on super high alert about RPF safe spaces being breached because I know from lived experience that it doesn’t bode well. This is also just personally not the way I was taught to interact with fandom, and again I’ve seen enough shit in my time to understand why that etiquette had to be enforced.

[clutchpowers]

2024 coming to an end means that my personal 10th anniversary is also coming to a close... sad! i didn't draw as much (or at all) as i wanted but one thing i did wanna post was this! the 100 faces of a character challenge!!!!! though i guess its more of an art progression thing. from my very first fan art to the most recent its been a journey that makes me feel things....... and if you care to read a ramble thats under the read more but TLDR waah waaah *water shoots out of my eyes* i love this game so much and ty to everyones whos stuck around!!!!!!!! :'^)

man. idk i know i kinda went on a similar rant last year during the games 10th so hopefully this wont be too long but if you told me that 10 years ago i would have become OBSESSED with this stupid ass game id probably believe it. man tlm just came out and it was my THING i was getting back into clutch powers too so. i always like to joke that one way or another i would have been dragged into the hell that this game took me down into. but something about this year being my personal 10th!!! idk!!!! i had time to reflect on my entire journey that lead me here. all the stupid AUs and fanfics and shit i dont post/talk about and keep to myself vs the things i do end up putting out there. i dont joke when i say im obsessed they really did infect my every thought, action, being, personality, ALL OF IT. which is why it makes me sad that i could do everything i wanted for reasons both in and out of my control. and it sucks cus i love this game so much, i love THEM so much. i dont know where id be without them, they and the game makes me so happy in ways sometimes you wouldnt believe. i love that more has come out about the game and its slowly but surely broken apart, i love collecting my pieces of merchandise that i bet some people dont even know EXISTED, i love setting up my yearly displays with them, i love that i have a laptop strong enough that can run the game and i can play it again if i wanted to! even if all i ever draw is chase and natalia know that i truly do love EVERYTHING about this game. im always planing but never drawing. so many ideas in the backburner that id love to put out but i dont feel like im there yet to make it perfect. these pieces/ideas can and WILL come out tho, sadly not durring the year of my 10th but who knows what the freaking future holds.... and you know, i was rambling earlier when i was putting this together that i remembered everything about these drawings, where i was in life, what i was thinking/doing etc. etc. its this time capsule that special to me and my journey. from someone who hated all their art and would constantly delete it to someone who went digging for as much as i could so that someday in the future id have something to really look back on and see the passage of time (aw man) right in front of me. im super happy i did. so many memories of me being online and losing my damn mind, walking/talking in circles about the same thing, hoping and wishing something new would happen with them. some of my friends have seen the spiral since day ONE and i think thats funny. cus it really has been that long hasn't it.

anyway, thank you everyone! from people who followed me back when i was 1980-somethingspaceguy/my old DAs to this account, from the drawing that i made to celebrate the remaster being announced to the lead up of the 10th anniversary. from all the posts in between, and the 5th-10th anniversary posts. the redraws, the asks, the friends, the lurkers, the enjoyers. fans old and new of this game, whether you gave it a try because of me or you didn't. thanks for sticking around! heres to another 10 years! if Tt still wont do anything in the next 10 years then i'll still be here making Something.

as a little bonus, heres a piece from every* year! dont give up and keep drawing everyone!!!!!!! :'^)))))))

[dannyriccsystem]

since we are doing an appreciation circle i am joining in !!!! I AM JOINING I LOVE ALL THE DRIVERS <3 in fact i love them all so much that i redownloaded cats and soup and named all my cats after various drivers :3 even if i js started watching the sport this season idc i am sooooo fond of each and every single one of them 🩷 anyways onto some appreciation :D

as a mclaren girlie seeing both drivers absolutely THRIVE as a team and as individuals makes me so so so happy, and the great Z once (many times) said, NEVAAAHHHH pit 2 sexy beautiful gorgeous baddies against each other 🙂‍↔️ both oscar and lando are good friends (if this is a PR friendship then i’d like to know who’s been asking them to sniff each other) and their fans need to get out of their asses and learn to appreciate 2 incredibly talented drivers. lando is js the sweetest most sunshine coded driver on the grid he is js a sweetheart with a little bit of sass!!! i have no idea why there’s been such an uptick in lando hate and srslly. defending lando on the internet is not enough i need a mini militia 😠 and oscar is The Polite Cat ™️ my sweet sweet super fast baby 🙂‍↕️ im js soooo proud of him:( 

AND WILLIAMS MY GOSH!!! they’re doing so well this year!!! and i have ALWAYS been a carlos girlie even before i was an f1 girlie so i am happy to see that carlos is giving himself the space to warm up to the car without getting frustrated (the video of him saying that it’s only been a couple races so he isn’t too disheartened is js smth i hold close to my heart) AND ALEX ALBON OR SHOULD I SAY GOATLEX GOATBON!!!! him bringing a midfield car to the front rows on so many of the races!!!!! not only is he an incredible driver he is an AMAZING human!!!! he’s soooo cute and soooo silly he is js the sweetest soul ever<3 albodium soon i swear i can feel it in my bones (i am also in love with his girlfriend) 

the ferrari horrors my persist but so does the hope on charles and lewis <3 they maybe going through it but at least they still manage to keep it together hehe charles is such a gentle dude and he is so patient and insane to have stuck with this team for so long, you have GOT to appreciate his loyalty 🥹 and lewis is genuinely the most incredible man Ever of all time… and not to mention what an amazing dog dad he is ☹️ (AND YES ARTHUR LECLERC APPRECIATION!!! what a soft boy…!!) 

redbull maybe a dumpster fire of a team but at the end of the day… they still are but ykw!!! we been knowing. max is js so pookie. yes he’s committed several crimes(/j) but he is still so cute ☹️ the whole incident with him and george in the last race cracks me up but i js think we should hold max accountable (3 points was too fucking harsh the 10s was enough) and stop blowing the whole thing out of proportion (there’s still ppl fighting abt it like jesus) AND DONT GET ME STARTED ON YUKI. there’s a reason yuki rhymes with pookie ehehe he is such a cute guy js a silly little dude… a goober even if you will 

AND VCARB ARE TRULY JS!!! LIVING LIFE RIGHT!!!! i miss isuki bad but isack and liam are such a stupid brain rot no thoughts behind those eyes duo i adore them too much 🥰 isack is js. he’s such a sweetheart… js the most cutieful baby ever. and it did take me sometime to warm up to liam but honestly all it took was seeing one video of him looking downbad for his gf 🙂‍↕️ liam is a cutie he js needs someone positive beside him !!!

AND HAAS. MY #2!!!! I LOVE HAASSSSSS!!!! i do not care if they have a stupid fucking shitbox car at LEAST they somewhat care abt their drivers a little bit more imo ☝️esteban rlly got divorced (rip pierresteban), changed his wardrobe (GOOD FUCKING BYE HAIR GEL), and decided he was done being violent. i respect him for that. i’ve talked abt this before but ugh este’s hair js seems so soft i NEED to touch it. and i am not allowed to talk abt ollie bc apparently i get ‘too enthusiastic’ and ‘sound insane’ and am ‘too in love’ but i will anyways bc i love him. and he’s honestly been doing decent like yeah the last few races have been difficult but he has been VERY consistent in climbing through the ranks between quali and race day and i hope the future holds better things for him <3 

alpine pisses me off but it’s soo annoying bc they arguably have the cutest car on track (except for the vcarb)… hate it when bad teams have good looks 💔 i adore franco’s silly nature and miss his banter with alex :( and i miss jack so bad i miss my surfer boy PLS 💔💔💔 and pierre is js. so hilarious. so genuine. his energy too unbothered his smile too bright his dog too cute THEY ARE GOING TO KILL HIM!!!!! 

AND THE SAUBERS LORD I LOVE THEM. the video of gabi playing with nico’s daughter is js permanently burned into my brain. i adore their dynamic to no end it is js so refreshing <3 the start was a bit rocky for them but the season seems to be turning in their favour so i keep praying for more hulkoints he deserves it <3 nico is such an inspiration bc i could never imagine being so long in the sport and never tasing a podium. his perseverance is such an admirable quality :( and GABI!!! gabi my champion i love love love him his energy is so infectious and his smile is sooo cute and i love that he might js snap and enter his villain arc anytime 😁 

and aston martin!!! i don’t consume a lot of their content but both of them are js MEGA sillies. alonso’s tiktok’s are js proof that this is his world and we are js living in it (not to mention him and my dad are like the exact same age… kill me now!!!) AND I AM A LANCE STROLL DEFENDER TILL I DIE. i used to be mostly neutral abt him but he deserves so much more. as someone who has an incredibly loving dad i get it. he deserves all the love ever he is js a shy soft boy!!!!! 

AND FINALLY MY MERCBABIES. MY OTHER #2 LMAO 😭 i love them so bad. i love their dynamic i love their banter i love everything abt them. 10/10 pls give me more content. george is an absolute DIVA and no one could ever make me hate him. he is literally one of my absolute favourites fr (he is also the most yurifyable driver on the grid this year btw i js had to throw that in there) AND FINALLY MY BABY. MY KIMI. i know it’s been a horrible horrible triple header but it’s honestly the fucking car. mercedes lock in pls. kimi is js too cute and silly and damn talented and i can’t wait to see him back on track this weekend!!!! 

also js a silly special appreciation for daniel ricciardo who will always be in my heart and whom i miss so deeply (having watched the 2024 season from the outside wounds me)… dani, the grid needs you’re energy again… if you can hear me… PLEASE 💔 

ik i went overboard but AS IF ITS MY FAULT FOR LOVING ALL OF THEM!!!!! MY SHAYLAS!!!!!!!! - 🩷

JOIN THE APPRECIATION CIRCLE. I love reading these, nothing better that positive and uplifting messages.

Why do Lando vs Oscar when you could do… Landoscar….. I love them both so much look at my idiots

AND YES YOU WERE THE ORIGINAL ALEX ALBON LOVER. I fucking love Alex so much, and I love Carlos. And honestly they’re both so beautiful. Last night I was rewatching the video where they react to their driver scores and I forgot just how TALL Alex is, especially compared to Carlos… 😭 And you’re right, Lily is soo… ❤️😍

Charles is. Now I have Leclerc brain. He’s just so sweet, I fear. He’s got such a genuine personality. Everytime he cries, I cry. Lewis too. I appreciate how much of a change he tries to make with his platform. It’s hilarious seeing homophobic and racist F1 fans obsess over Lewis Hamilton like. Do you know?? Who that is?? And what he stands for?? He literally wore a fucking pride helmet in QATAR of all places, be so fr. I love them and I’m happy Lewis is finally getting to race for Ferrari, I just hope they don’t continue to fail him

I stand with my cancelled wife. (joke) he definitely should be held accountable but it is upsetting to see how harsh the FIA is on him? It was kind of a crazy punishment. BUT ANYWAY. Max and Yuki really are a silly duo, I loved them during the miami lego parade where Yuki was like “drive like I’m your baby in the back” 😭 and you know, while we’re at it, the whole…… “hey big daddy” thing…. Yuki we did not forget

LIAM AND HIS GF OHHH KILL ME NOW. I actually was kicking my feet and giggling watching some of her videos the other day. That man is WHIPPED and I don’t blame him. I want that with Isack, when is it my turn. The VCARB boys are honestly off in their own world. Like, everyone is fighting and arguing and then we have Isack and Liam making silly TikToks and having fun and I’m SO here for it

Haas. I will always love you Haas. Seeing Esteban happy and glowing. wait.

this is him to me. He’s free from the horrors of the Alpine team and can finally be unbothered. moisturized. happy. focused. flourishing. Ollie too tbh. They’re both the sweetest boys ever, I never understood how someone could hate either of them. Those are my sweethearts

Alpine… I miss you Jack Doohan. More and more everyday 😩 He was just too pretty for this world they had to get rid of him before he served too much cunt. And then they brought in Franco Colapinto who, arguably, serves even more cunt.

WHY AM I GETTING GIDDY WRITING THESE. I LOVE MY F1 DRIVERS SM

HULKOINTS HULKOINTS. I ACTUALLY GOT UP AND CHEERED. He’s so close to a podium, all I want is one, AT THE VERY LEAST, p3 for him. He’s such a determined guy and honestly Nico is probably one of the best drivers, he just happens to be in the worst car. Him dragging a sauber to p5… Honestly kind of attractive DON’T PLAY WITH ME RN.

Lance Stroll :) You’re so right, I also have the most loving dad so I just really relate. He deserves so many kisses. And Fernando omfg I love him he’s too real all the time. I need them both to score big points and prove everyone wrong

AND MERCEDES. Listen. Toto is the dad, Kimi is the child, and George is the fun wine aunt. I love my babies so much, I’m so proud of Kimi for living up to expectation and George for consistently getting podium after podium and staying near the top, even though it kinda seems like his team wants him dead (WDYM YOU FORGOT THERE WERE TWO PITSTOPS IN MONACO?!?!?!)

and DON’T TLAK TO ME ABOUT DR3. I LEGIT CRIED FOR HOURS AT AN EDIT OF HIM YESTERDAY. he’s so beloved, I wish he was there for the lego race he would have had so much fun. Daniel Ricciardo I mourn you like a wife waiting for her husband to return from war.

SO ANYWAY. YEAH. This is your daily reminder that the drivers are human too, and you can’t preach mental health while actively taking time out of your day to shit on someone who is just. DOING THEIR JOB. It’s genuinely never that serious. these guys are just trying to have fun 😭

[hunluan-writes]

oliver evans railing us because of a bad grade.

Authors Note: Sorry this took so long! Hope u enjoy!

Summary: Oliver Evans railing you because of a bad grade!

Contains: dom! Oliver evans x sub! Reader, degrading, filthy smut drabble, f! reader, probably ooc bc I dont usually watch the man 😭 a bit rushed sorry pookie none of my works are proofread!

PROFESSOR OLIVER EVANS who had enough of your shenanigans, after repeatedly drilling numbers and words into your stupid brain, you decided to return his help with a failing grade.

He was grading your exam, incredulous of how many goddamn times he had to use his red pen to swipe an x on what seemed like every other question. The professor was flabbergasted, appalled, shocked, in awe.

How the fuck did you fail? You met him after school every day, sometimes even before class started, and went over questions you didn't understand. Oliver almost deemed you hopeless, if only you hadn't look at him with such pleading eyes, a slight pout to your lips as you cocked your head to the side, asking,

"Professor, don't give up on me now, pretty please? I promise to make you proud."

How could Oliver say no to such a pretty thing? Maybe you weren't a lost cause.

Now, you stand before him and he tosses the thick packet of an exam towards you. Oliver appears too calm, and it is starting to make you squirm underneath his scrutinizing gaze.

"Want to tell me how this happened?" Professor asks under his breath, the students filing out the room sending pitying looks your way.

You fidget with the buttons of your blouse as you figure out something to say. "I... well..."

"Look. At. Me." His demanding tone forces you to jerk your face back up at him. "When you talk to me."

"Yeah Prof-"

"Yes, Professor," Oliver corrects, rising to his feet and navigating himself around his desk. He stops a couple inches away from you and points to the exam. "I stayed after for hours, assisting you with any questions you had. You were understanding it, I saw. So how in the hell did you fail?"

You don't reply, just gazing up at him with some sort of emotion he couldn't quite catch floating in your eyes. The professor had to think for a moment. Why exactly did you not pass the test, even though you clearly understood the contents?

Oliver steps closer to you, taking your chin with his pointer and thumb. Your eyes visibly widen, and upon further inspection, your pupils dilated. Your breaths are shallow and barely feather his face.

"Did you... fail it purposely?" The professor questions.

You swallow. "What? I would never."

"You're lying," Oliver hisses, squeezing your chin and you wince slightly, but that didn't stop the blush spreading across your cheeks. "You failed something I prepared you for. Do you take me as an idiot?"

"Only sometimes," you mumble under your breath and it irks him.

"The audacity," Oliver breathes, releasing your chin but not stepping away. "For wasting my time, my valuable time, you're going to make it up to me."

"Wha-"

Oliver presses you against his desk, standing in between your legs as he bunches the skirt around your hips. The professor leans close to your ear, whispering dirty things that make the tips of your ears go red.

"Is this what you wanted? for me to punish you?" Oliver whispers, pressing himself into you, his hard erection brushing against your thigh.

"Professor, w-wait!" You stammer, pressing your hands against his chest while he kisses down your neck, leaving behind heat trailing down. "What if someone hears?"

"They won't," Oliver responds, ripping off your underwear with just a finger. "Flimsy thing. As for you, you'll be a good slut and stay quiet, mm?"

You shiver as the cool air hits your searing hot core and your legs close around his hips. Oliver traps your mouth with his, hunger in every deep kiss. You moan quietly, and then arch your back as his thumb traces circles on your clit. Oliver spreads your folds open with ease, one finger pumping in and out of your wet hole while the other circles the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Professor," you gasp against his lips, hands gripping the back of his dress shirt hard.

"Shut up," he growls, plunging another finger inside and causing you to cry out. "I said shut up. I thought you would at the very least have some smarts in you. You're just a dumb, horny bitch who's willing to throw her whole college life away, just to fuck her professor?"

You whine, the heat in your face rising as you hide your face in his neck, legs shaking. His fingers piston in and out with surprising speed, curling and prodding at all the right spots. You feel the tension in your stomach build up, your noises bubbling out of you but you try your hardest to hide it.

"Look how wet you are," Oliver cooes, pulling his fingers out to slap your cunt. You squeal, your hole clamping on nothing. "Take off your shirt."

You nod obediently, lifting your shirt up and over your head, discarding it to the side. You unclip your bra without another word, the professor's eyes watching with a dark lust.

You cross your arms, under your breasts so they're pushed up as you smile innocently. "Will this help my grade, Professor?"

"If you deserve it," Oliver says, voice low and husky, unbuckling his pants and letting them drop to the floor. His hands snatch your hips, slanting them to his cock. You yelp, falling back on your palms and the professor shoves himself inside you. A cry almost escapes your lips if he hadn't slapped a hand over your mouth.

"I said, keep your voice down," he snarls.

Tears brim your eyes at the stretch, nails digging into the wooden desk. Oliver groans quietly at the tightness, swearing in his native tongue quietly. You breathe rapidly through your nose, the harsh stretch slowly becoming pleasing as you roll your hips a bit.

The professor's other hand grips your thigh hard, dragging his cock in and out slowly through your fluttering walls. Slow and steady, your soft noises muffled.

Right before he rams hard into you. Your eyes roll back and a loud muffled moan. Like a beast unleashed, Oliver ruts inside you, panting and groaning. They're very low and quiet, compared to your high pitched whines.

"Fucking whore," the professor mutters, skin against skin resonating through the empty class room. Your slick coating his length and balls, it is so easy to just force his way through, brushing against your sweet spot. It made you stars in your vision, and it didn't take long until all you saw was white.

You release hard against cock, a shudder taking over your body. At the same time, Oliver cums inside you, ribbons of white covering your walls as he lets out a low guttural moan. The stickiness connecting you both as you gasp for breath after he removes his hand off your face.

"We're not done," Oliver breathes, pinching a tit and you whimper. "I told you I was going to punish you for wasting my time. I'm going to use you, the way you used me."

[edenfenixblogs]

hope you dont mind me sending an ask being a total stranger and all, i just don't wanna bother op of that post

fd does bring up the fact kendrick is a BHI/hotep briefly, specifically that that's great ammo for a beef because to most people the bhi/hoteps are considered weird and embarrassing and would be insanely easy to make fun of in a beef (at least according to most black people I've spoken with & fd himself), but also he believes that drake probably doesn't even really grasp what they are because he's distanced himself in such a specific way from the black community (and arguably jewish community as well, though i think fd only kinda alludes to it) in a really specific way- BUT, that it was an evolution, he started out in a very odd cultural position where he was ostracized for simultaneously recieving antiblackness from white & jewish communities he was a part of but also seen as "not black enough" by many black people (and it's still a bullshit take people will have)

that desire to fit in is what led him down a shitty road, but also drake already clearly had some clearly terrible behaviors already. he talks about how kendrick was being unhinged too and isnt necessarily one to talk

overall the video is more about the music history behind it and the connection between it and the current culture, and just kinda what led to this climate that could want the downfall of drake

i dont know if i agree on drake not knowing about BHIs, though i could believe he doesnt with how he really weirdly constantly codeswitches even wrt jewishness, but imho fd doesnt like to touch on areas where he really cannot speak to the experience, he's said as much in the past, so he only speaks very briefly of the black perspective of how hoteps are goofy as hell

sorry for rambling, im really into music, think fd did the video well although i dont agree with all his opinions, and just wanted to articulate it correctly that it's really more about the musical climate than anything else :)

I don’t mind this message at all!!! In fact, I’m so grateful for it!

This is all really good info. I would believe that Drake didn’t know about BHI, tbh. I didn’t know about it until a couple years ago when Ice Cube (who I grew up loving 😭😭😭) did some heinous shit awhile ago and I was like “Why did my man come for us Jews what the fuck??”

And then a mutual told me about BHI and I looked up. And found a whole new group of people who hate, dehumanize and erase us. 🙃🙃🙃🙃

I mean, theoretically, maybe Drake may have had more exposure to it as a Black and Jewish man. His mere existence makes him more of a target for people invested in that kind of ideology. But also, I do and always have very much gotten the sense that he was ostracized from much of the black community for his Jewishness and mixed race reasons—not due any specific issue in the black community, but just because people are always dicks to people who don’t neatly fit into social categories in expected ways. I can also see how being a Black rapper in white-passing Jewish circles could have been very uncomfortable if those white-passing Jews were inclined to tokenize or exclude him. So it’s possible to me that his bilateral isolation might have insulated him from BHI discourse.

Tbh I don’t think code switching is weird in almost any circumstance. It’s just a development in reaction to your environment. I have a really multiethnic and multicultural family and code switch all the time. I think if it seems weird when Drake does it, it might just be because he has not developed (and tbh should never have had to develop) a strong sense of what “version” of Drake he is supposed to be. So when he tries to read the room and meet expectations, be just does it badly. But it’s not his fault in the long run. It is fault of people who expect him to fit those expectations in the first place.

I respect the hell outta fd for staying in his lane and only speaking on what he understands. And with this context I’m glad he brings up BHI at all. Because it *is* relevant. Being Black and Jewish ANYWHERE are both identities that permeate every single element of someone’s lived experience. When dealing with a beef between people where one is Black and Jewish and the other is Black and attempts to usurp Jewishness by re-categorizing it historically and racially…the cultural friction at play is absolutely relevant.

I’m sure it isn’t the whole story or even likely to be the most important factor in their beef. But it is definitely A factor and it wouldn’t have been right to leave it undressed. Especially when the beef took off as antisemitism more broadly was on the rise due to current events.

I am glad to know that most people still see BHI as a goody ideology. There’s still wayyy too many people who believe it, though. I’ve lived with the consequences of their hatred for white-passing Jews for several months now and it is…unpleasant. But mostly it’s heartbreaking. I grew up listening to Ice Cube. I used to cite James Baldwin. I adored Alice Walker. And finding out that they hate me one by one was devastating. But the worst part has been OTHER BHI folks using their words to justify their own hatred of me and all Jews like me while simultaneously making me feel like I was harming them in some way just by existing.

I want to be clear that I do not and never have believed that most black people believe BHI bullshit. I’m only saying that it was a shock to me the sheer number of people who DO believe it and how vehemently they hold that belief and direct that vehement *emotion* directly at me. It’s really good for me to know that people who aren’t Jewish are publicly speaking out against BHI bullshit. It restores a lot of hope for me.

So ok. I’m back on the “maybe I’ll watch in a little bit when I’m less raw” train. I also love music, even though I’m certainly not up to date on it. So I’m intrigued to know more about the musical landscape of what’s going on.

Thanks again!

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hey!! i saw your request for a matchup in my ask box and your offer to do a matchup trade so ill take you up on that. ill send my info here, i hope thats okay!

appearance: in terms of appearance, i dress very feminine and girly. i love tops with bows, lace, and soft fabrics! the color that i wear the most is white, although i also wear a lot of blue. i love wearing clothes from Brandy Melville or Hollister so they have a very feminine and dainty feel to them. i have dark hair and brown eyes (not very interesting) and im considered short/about average where im from. i almost always style my hair bc i hate how it looks when its straight LMAO it’s too flat for my liking so i normally curl it or do blowouts and sometimes i wear claw clips or bows in my hair! i almost always wear makeup and i like to wear cute pimple patches! (my fav nowadays are these miffy ones).

personality: im very easy to get along with when you first meet me! my friends describe me as bubbly, sweet, and nice and i love making new friends. i laugh and smile soo much its way too much actually bc i laugh at the smallest things and it’s contagious. i literally laughed for 20 mins straight over a trolls meme and laughed when i saw a fly circling my friend, thats how bad it is LMAO im a very curious person so i ask people a lot of questions to get to know them. i have no problem with approaching people first (bc im the type that gets friend crushes LMAO) but im also not overly chatty. im very easy going and i get along with most. when we get closer, i become more quiet, but thats because im just not a person of many words. but dont get me wrong, ill still talk at times i just prefer to listen! im a very forgiving person and dont hold grudges, i forgive but i absolutely do not forget (i have incredible memory btw and it scares a lot of ppl). im super nonconfrontational like u could legit crash into my car or spread rumors and id just be like “oh you did that? it’s okay” and it drives my friends insanee they’re the ones who stand up for me LMFAO and my friend say i have a very calming and relaxing presence. im the friend who ppl go to for advice bc im wise and emotionally intelligent. i know how to tell my friends what they need to hear while also comforting them and validating their emotions. and finally, this comes as a shocker to so many ppl but when u get closer to me, u unlock a mean or more teasing side of me. i occasionally tease ppl or say rlly mean things but i don’t do it a lot and ppl think im this angel so it’s just super unexpected for them 😭 i can also be VERY out of pocket with my friends and say inappropriate jokes and they’re just like 😨 bc they have no idea where i learned it. but overall, im someone who can joke around but also have deep convos with. you can really tell me anything and i wont judge and that’s why so many ppl open up to me.

likes: i like matcha, cute things (i LOVE collecting Sanrio stationary, mofusand collectible figures, flower knows makeup, Sanrio stickers, miffy keychains, literally anything that’s cute LMAO), cute keychains (my bag has like 10 of them 😓 a lot of them are plushies and then there’s a squishy summikogurashi one), collectibles (sonny angels, jelly cats, smiski, calico critters, literally all of them), sweets (i love anything with chocolate), shopping, books (I like gothic literature and classics!), stuffed animals, horror movies, psychology, marine biology, history, and flowers.

dislikes: i hate slow walkers (bc i walk fast so i always have to slow down LMAO), ppl who interrupt, liars, cheaters, and bugs. im the type of person who literally forces ppl to kill bugs for me. yes i ask my dad to kill spiders for me whenever he’s around.

hobbies: i read, listen to music (i listen to basically everything but country), play instruments (flute, saxophone, oboe, piano), draw, make keychains or trinket dishes with clay, and i like to learn. i like to study other languages or subjects in interested in, like history or psychology. i like to watch anime too, my fav is black butler but i also really enjoy nana! and im into self development and spirituality, so i like to journal and meditate (yes i like crystals too next topic).

love languages:

- receiving: words of affirmation, quality time, physical touch

- giving: quality time, gift giving, and physical touch

what I look for in a relationship: someone who’s as emotionally intelligent and understanding as i am. I’m someone who is able to see things from everyone’s perspective so id like someone who can do the same, i feel as though there would be less conflict that way. also someone who’s isn’t codependent but also isn’t too independent. i would like me and my partner to have our own lives, i dont want their whole world to revolve around me BUT i also want them to make time for me and put effort into the relationship. i want them to support me and my goals, which leads to my next point. i look for someone who’s life goals and values align with mine. im someone who prioritizes my partner and would like to settle down while also pursuing my own goals (i wanna be a therapist in the future) so they’d have to align with that. no matter how much i love them, i wont give up my future just to make them happy yk? and this person has to rlly love me and take time to get to know me. it’s a huge red flag if they take things too fast or don’t get to know me very well before getting into a relationship so id have to be friends with this person for a while before we date. finally, im someone who gets very shy around my crushes or partner so they’d have to make the first move and initiate things (like the first kiss).

anywho, that’s my info for the matchup trade. lmk when u want me to upload yours! (still in the works 😓)

I match you up with..(im doing my ocs second)

Also feel free to uploud mine whenever. I dont mind whenever you wanna do it

Believe it or not..

So the main thing that i though i was quality time when you said your stuff. And honestly solomon is definitely the kind to like that.

Hes pretty intelligent both emotionally and normally. Hes not someone you need to rely on him but he will pull his weight.

Probably at some point offers a self care date with asmo as a friend thing since you like that a lot.

Due to how long he has lived he will love when you share emotion, because truthfully he may have lost his in his time alive.

The backup was simeon. I may have read you wrong but genuinely thats how i read you.

Onto my ocs..

I match you with..

The little guy Iroh.

Hes the opposite of you but as they say opposites attracts.

Being immortal he knows a lot. Loves when you pet his ears or do your skincare with him.

Totally helpful with confronting people and will kill bugs.

Now Iroh is no fan of the water(hes a cat for goodness sake) but he will gladly catch some poor creature for your lovely hobby.

Also he needs therapy so you get a willing participant for your studies. He loves talking a lot though, but will be quiet when needed.

Though you constantly get teased by his brother in law Ellis who is like 'aww, little cat got a mate'.

Be warned though he will gladly settle down if you agree to learn how he became immortal(maybe even become immortal)

Hes a teasing guy and he will be mysterious.