#ALSO congratulations makes me go fucking feral

[thesearchforbluejello]

This has absolutely been discussed many times but I am once again losing it over the fact that "Rogue One" as a name is making sound out of silence.

It's formed as a last minute, emergency name for the shuttle, for the people aboard, for the mission when Bodhi says it; it has no precedent, nothing that came before it for that name to be used. But when Bodhi says it, it exists.

It both takes advantage of and retcons the Rogue Squadron we've seen before in the original trilogy, where there was no Rogue One. But there is now, because Bodhi said it.

Jyn's name, Cassian's name, K's name, Chirrut's name, Baze's name, Bodhi's name, every one of the rebels that are on the shuttle... none of them come up again in the things that temporally follow. Yes, those pieces of media were created before this film, but in the world of the story, they come after, and it becomes a remarkable silence.

Rogue One as the team that took Scarif and stole the Death Star plans exists as Rogue One because Bodhi pulls that name out of silence, out of nothing that preceded it. "Rogue One?! There is no Rogue One!" "Well, there is now." And after Scarif, there is no Rogue One again. It existed only for what it accomplished.

On a meta level, that's exactly what the film does as well-- it tells a story that was only a handful of vague lines before, draws it out of the lacunae and places itself where it belonged to tell a story that was restrained by the shape of the narrative that came before it and was unavoidably wrapped around it. It's the quintessential "doomed by the narrative."

There's also the fact that Jyn's theme is built around dies irae and reflexively creates a reference to her in parts of A New Hope and also makes the score tell you that she's doomed by the narrative to die but I've screamed enough already.

[jeonginsleftcheek]

Good doll

pairing: lee felix x afab!reader

genre: smut smut smut

word count: 1.7k

warning/s: bondage, like one slap, sub/dom dynamics, felix is called a doll and a sex toy, choking, unprotected sex, creampie, cum eating, hair pulling, dumbification, dacryphilia, degradation, semi public sex, not proofread

a/n: i'm sorry but just look at the picture asjsksls i'm feral for him and this is just dirty i hope you enjoy🫣🤭 please reblog if you like it🫶🏻

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You can't believe your boyfriend looks this good. You wanted to find the stylist and thank them in person, and you also couldn't wait for the concert to end so you could steal your unsuspecting lover away.

When they finish their concert, you're backstage ofcourse, congratulating everyone as they try to come down from the high that being on stage brings.

"Come with me."- you whisper to Felix, grabbing his wrist and dragging him away from his bandmates without even letting him answer.

He almost trips over his feet as he's still trying to catch his breath from all the dancing and singing.

"Where are we going?"- he asks.

"First empty room that can be locked."- you smirk and he looks at you dumbly.

God, you love when he's innocent like that. Only a few moments later does his mind register what you said.

"Oh. But I'm all sweaty and-"

"I don't care."- you say, opening the door to one of the smaller rooms backstage and pushing him inside. You lock the door and in the small space you hear how ragged his breath is.

"Do you know how fucking good you look right now?"- you ask Felix and he chuckles.

He opens his mouth to answer but you push him suddenly, making him fall on the chair behind him with a thud. He whimpers, his legs falling open as he looks up at you through his lashes.

"Y/n-"

"Shut up."- you grab his face making his eyes widden. "Dolls don't talk. Dolls just sit pretty and wait to be used."- you smirk and he swallows, Adam's apple bobbing up and down as his glassy eyes stare at you.

You look around and since it was some sort of dressing room, you find exactly what you were looking for - a belt.

Felix audibly gulps when he sees you grab it.

"Put your hands behind the chair."- you order and he obeys, wrists crossed as he keeps looking at you with his pretty innocent eyes.

You circle the chair and tie his hands up with the belt, careful not to make it too tight. His cock twitches in his pants from the way you handle him.

"You don't get to touch me until you've earned it."- you smirk as you hover over him, your hand tangling in his silver hair, pulling his head back as he moans deeply all the way from the back of his throat.

You release his hair and waste no time as your hands come down to grab his growing erection.

"Fuck!"- Felix whines, hips lifting up and chasing your touch.

You pull away and slap his face, making him gasp.

"What did I say? Dolls. Don't. Speak."- you say through gritted teeth, your hand wrapping around his throat.

Felix's eyes widden as you squeeze him a little, your other hand on his chest, playing with his nipple.

"Don't make me mad, doll."- you threaten, your voice low as you squeeze his neck harder, your face closer to his.

The chair creaks under Felix's weight as he shifts on it, hips lifting up on their own accord, his cock leaking in his boxers when you play with him like that.

You smirk at the desperation in his eyes and release his neck, hands raking down his chest and abs to the button on his pants. You unbutton them and slide them down with his boxers, letting it all pool at his feet.

You grab his cock, tugging on it harshly and he whines loudly, biting his lip after it.

"You want me to gag you?"- you ask and he shakes his head fast, eyes watering a little.

He looks so beautiful with his hair already disheveled, his makeup smudged and his lips bitten red. You want to bite them until he's bleeding and you lean in and kiss him passionately, your tongue forcing his lips open immediately.

Felix melts on the chair, opening his mouth for you, letting you taste him and dominate him with your tongue as he throws his head back and shuts his eyes tight, your hand stimulating his leaky pink tip. He almost busts on the spot, desperate for you but you pull away once again and smirk teasingly.

You lift up your short dress and Felix's eyes almost bulge out of his skull at the sight. You had nothing on under the dress. You teasingly run your fingers over your folds, gathering your wetness before bringing your fingers to his lips.

"I'm gonna use you for my pleasure. You like that don't you? Like being my little sex toy?"- you ask as he opens his mouth and lets you shove your fingers in. He sucks on them, tongue lapping at the taste of you as he licks every single drop, savoring it on his tongue.

He nods eagerly at your words and you chuckle.

"So easy."- you smirk, positioning yourself over his lap, before you grab his cock and sink down on him in one swift motion.

Both of you moan at the feeling, your hands tangling in Felix's hair again, pulling at it harshly and making his eyes water again as you start bouncing on his cock.

He whimpers, eyes on your breasts and you know his hand itch to touch you or at least see them but you wont let him. You revel in the way you have complete control over him as he cries and sits just letting you use him however you want.

"You're not allowed to cum until I'm done with you, understand?"- you ask and he nods, the look on his face already fucked out.

He feels so good inside you, his cock filling you up to the brim, touching you in the right spot, stretching your cunt so he can fit snuggly inside you. You could never get enough of him, never get too close to him.

You want more so you grip his shoulders and fuck on him faster and harder, your hips slapping obscenely on his, the room is getting stuffier and it's getting harder to breathe the more you rock your hips on Felix.

He looks pained, desperate to touch you or praise you, his hands gripping at the belt, beads of sweat on his forehead, a single tear running down his cheek. You think he looks even prettier than before and the way his thighs flex under you as he tries to stay still for you coupled with the way he's silently crying for you bring you to the edge and you spill your juices all over his cock.

Felix's eyes roll back for a second as you clench around him and you can feel him twitch inside you.

"Fuck, you're such a good toy. Made to please me like this, aren't you baby?"- you ask as you slowly roll your hips against him, torturing him.

"Mhm."- he groans, his head falling backwards.

"I'm not done yet. You're gonna keep sitting still like a good doll should, right?"- you pull on his hair again and Felix whimpers, the tears on his cheeks never stopping.

He nods weakly and you smirk picking up speed again as you use his cock for your pleasure.

Felix is losing his mind, straining against the belt that's keeping him from touching you.

He can't take it anymore, he has to beg.

"P-please..."- he says quietly.

"My doll talks."- you mock him. "What is it? Going a little dumb, doll? Getting desperate?"- you chuckle, slowing your hips down.

"Yes! Yes! Please! Please let me cum, I've been a good doll for you. Please..."- your boyfriend cries and you smirk, nails digging into his shoulders, you adore when he gets like this.

"You will cum after I do."- you say and reach around him to free his hands finally.

"Come on, fuck me like you want it."- you say, placing his hands on your hips and Felix gasps gripping your flesh as he starts fucking up into you.

You moan, hips meeting his halfway as you fuck each other desperately.

"Is that the best you can do, doll?"- you smirk at his efforts and he whines, nails digging into you as he fucks you harder.

"You want me to cum on your cock, hm?"- you ask him and Felix groans, hips snapping into yours angrily.

"Yes I do! Please cum for me!"- he begs and your hands wrap around his throat as you moan and let your pleasure build up until it snaps and you come again.

"Fuck, so good!"- you whine.

"Can I cum now?"- Felix looks at you desperately, lips trembling.

"Ask nicely."- you warn him, hands squeezing his neck a little, but not cutting his air off.

"Please, let me cum for you."- he begs, batting his eyelashes at you and you chuckle at his flushed face, cheeks stained with mascara streaks, lips swollen and red.

"You can cum, doll."- you smirk and Felix thanks you a hundred times as he fucks up into you sloppily until his cock twitches and you feel his hot cum fill you up.

You quickly get up and grip his hair as he whines, breathing hard from the intense orgasm he just had.

"Get on your knees and clean me up."- you order and Felix falls to his knees immediately, face buried between your legs in no time as he laps at your pussy, licking off his and your cum mixed together and swallowing it all.

You hold his head, pushing him into you as he moans, his deep voice sending vibrations through you. He licks you up until you're completely clean and until you can't take anymore.

"Did I do good?"- he asks cutely when you pull his head away.

"Show me your tongue, I wanna see that you swallowed like a good doll."- you smirk and he obeys, opening his mouth and showing you his tongue.

"Good boy."- you whisper, caressing his face and his eyes flutter at the praise, cheek nuzzling into you.

A loud knock on the door breaks the trance you both are in as you look at each other, Felix still coming out of his sub space.

"Um, guys are you done? We kinda gotta leave."- you hear a muffled voice and both of you chuckle as you help Felix get up.

"I love you."- he whispers on your lips.

"Love you too, doll."

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[yuri-for-businesswomen]

some of yall should consider unlearning your superiority complex regarding drugs for real. you can talk about the issues with drugs from production to trade, addiction and social consequences without demonising individual drug users. if you want to be supportive of homeless, mentally ill, prostituted, traumatised and otherwise marginalised women - who obviously are not all on drugs but might be at a higher risk - you cant go around and scream about how evil they are for struggling with addiction and substance abuse.

a lot of people with substance abuse issues have started young and often have a family history of drug and alcohol abuse. and if this is the case for you and you didnt develop addiction - congratulations, good for you. if you could just turn addiction on and off, a lot of people would be a lot happier, but fact is that most people with addiction will relapse even if they try going sober, and guilt just makes it more difficult to stop.

if i have to see one more feminist comparing drug use to watching porn i will go feral. porn is harmful to the people in it and women as a group, drugs are primarily self harm. which is an issue but not a moral failure. a lot of porn consumption is literally getting off on violence, the product is the harm done to others, meanwhile buying drugs - like many other products under capitalism - is supporting a system that sadly exploits the most vulnerable without enacting or even engaging with violence yourself. and additionally, a lot of women exploited by the sex industry are on drugs. now what? they are the same as porn consumers? fuck off.

of course it is unethical to buy drugs when it directly supports gang violence, and i understand that someone whose home and people they know have been destroyed by drug use or the drug trade doesnt have the patience for drug users, but its also extremely oversimplified to think these issues will be solved if people just stopped buying drugs. 

blaming drug users for gang members raping and murdering women as a feminist is fucking wild. a woman smoking a joint is responsible for a gang member sexually assaulting another woman? like okay. people also dont need chocolate or coffee which is produced under infamously exploitative conditions with no regard for human rights, should people stop buying that also, or is it more useful to the workers to establish fair trade and urge governments to force corporations to adhere to human and workers rights? what good is it to coca farmers to demonise drug users when gang violence is a result of systemic destabilisation of governments and poverty in production countries as well as the war on drugs, which is directly supported by the demonisation and stigmatisation of addicts?

and dont get me started on gendered aspects of gang violence and how masculinity and machismo play into it. if gangs dont sell drugs, they go more into human and sex trafficking, weapons, and other shit, as long as corruption and poverty are not alleviated. the local drug dealer is also just trying to get by and make cash in a rigged system.

in my humble opinion, legalisation of production, trade and consumption would help both the regions where its produced and the people affected and exploited in the drug trade as well as addicts because a fair trade, workers rights and unions and so on could be established, and money saved on persecuting drug dealers and users could go into rehabilitation programs, and taxes could be used to support everyone involved. resources wasted on the war on drugs could be used to fight remaining gang activity. and so on!

drug use in dedicated places and moderation just like alcohol is not the issue, the issues are one: the production and trade, which is illegalised and criminalised and because of this in the hands of brutal gangs (while other products under capitalism are in the hands of unregulated corporations who care as much about human rights and dignity as gangs do); and two: addiction and other consequences of substance abuse like lowered inhibitions and the link to domestic abuse and other violence, which is also not helped when drug users are stigmatised and buying drugs is criminalised.

i completely understand if you personally take issue and voice criticism of buying drugs especially towards privileged westerners as someone from a country of production, all im asking is some more nuance and as a feminist, compassion with women who have substance abuse issues. no need to coddle anyones feelings, but most addicts - especially women - already feel bad about struggling with addiction and frankly dont need women telling them what a terrible person they are for it, or be told they are just like people who get off on sexual violence.

[anatee]

The Cockpit | Poe Dameron x Reader Smut

The Cockpit | Poe Dameron x Reader Smut 18+ | MINORS DNI.

Content: Female!Reader x Poe, a few curse words, one very bad pun, smut: suggestive talking and mentions of previous encounters, risky, hickeys, fingering, piv (unprotected), just filth really

Word count: 3.64K

Author's note: Finally had the time to write something for Poe - and when I tell you I am feral for this man. I wrote this in a few hours, on a roll. Enjoy.

Poe: I'll be back tonight.

A smile spread on Y/N's face as that message lit up her datapad. Poe was finally coming back from his mission, safe and sound, and there were no words to express how much she missed him - in fact, her whole body did.

It all started no longer than two months earlier. They had been teasing each other every time since Y/N joined the Resistance a year earlier, but on that particular evening one thing let to another and before they knew it, they were all over each other, making love passionately in his quarters.

Ever since then, each and every tease had a double meaning, and they could both confidently say they had a thing going on, as there was always some sexual tension between them waiting to be resloved. Her being a mechanic and him being a pilot, they didn't have any difficulties to make up excuses to see each other quite often.

Me: What a relief. I've missed you.

Y/N's response was sincere, but it was also safe - she could not stop herself from teasing him a little as well.

Me: So has my body.

She knew it would do the trick. She knew he was absolutely obsessed with being touchy, with almost worshipping her body as he often whispered breathy compliments while his coarse hands roamed all over her skin. Hence, his quick response didn't surprise her.

Poe: You can't be sending me messages like that or I'll have problems flying the ship.

Me: Oh, why? Did I fluster the greatest pilot of the Resistance? ;)

Poe: I'll get you back for this.

Me: Is that so? And what are you gonna do? Have another mechanic check your ship?

Even though she thought she had the upper hand for a moment, Poe retaliated quickly - he was no ordinary opponent in that type of conversations.

Poe: Be patient, love. Although considering how little patience you had last time when you were all over me, it may be difficult...

The audacity - as if he weren't the needy one, showing it each and every time he pulled her towards himself aggressively, grabbing her thighs, hips, wrists, anything he could dig his fingers into, roughly at that, because he had little patience, too.

Me: You loved every second of it.

Poe: Yes, I did. But it was you begging for more, wasn't it? ;)

Me: Oh, fuck you.

Poe: You will.

Her heart skipped a beat as she swallowed, the feelings this message caused in her burning in her abdomen.

That guy. No one in this galaxy could make her feel even something remotely close to what he did. She was weak for him in every sense of the word, always craving more of what he had to offer. It was going to be hard, these few more hours of waiting...

Poe's X-wing landed at the Resistance base at night, among the sounds of loud cheers. Many people wanted to greet him, congratulate on the successful mission... And he was happy to meet them, and be safe home again, but his mind had been wandering elsewhere all day.

He took his ship to the hangar and there was immediately surrounded by his friends. He only caught a glimpse of Y/N in the crowd before General Organa called him in for a report; he decided to go and meet Y/N later - he had a feeling the moment he actually spoke to her, he wouldn't be able to control himself.

As a mechanic, she immediately started checking his X-wing for any damage it might have sustained during the mission. The hangar had become empty and quiet by the time she started fixing a minor fault in the flaperon. It was only her, dim lights and every sound echoing against the walls of the spacious room.

"Look who we have here."

Y/N felt as though an electric shock surged through her body as she heard that familiar husky voice right behind her. She almost dropped her tools, then composed herself quickly before turning to face him, adjusting her tight grey shirt.

Poe was standing there, arms crossed over his chest, leaning against his X-wing in a khaki shirt and his favourite jacket, a smirk on his face. She bit her lip; she couldn't help but marvel at how handsome he was every time she saw him. There was just so much to love, so much to desire - the big hands, the wide shoulders, the sharp jaw and the lucious hair, even more attractive now that it was a bit messy.

"Look who's back," she said, crossing her arms over her chest as well, trying not to show how much she wanted to throw herself over him. That week away from him made her realise how much she got addicted.

"Missed me, love?" he asked as if he did not know the answer, looking her up and down.

"Maybe." She shrugged, also realising they were both just playing.

She wanted to tease him so more, but he had other plans. He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her to himself, making their bodies bump into each other. She chuckled, then gave him a smirk.

"And who's impatient now?"

"You can't imagine how much I needed you," he whispered into her ear, nibbling on it just slightly, barely, and yet that was enough to send a shiver down her spine.

"Glad you're safe," she whispered back, and he pulled away to look into her eyes.

"I'm happy you're safe, too." He put his hand on her cheek, then moved his thumb over it affectionately. "You already fixing this?" he added, indicating the flaperon.

"That's my job, isn't it?"

"Yeah, but that's not the priority, really. I need your help in the cockpit. I've had some issues with the joystick."

"Oh?" She raised an eyebrow.

Before she could ask more, Poe climbed the side of his X-wing, then jumped into the cockpit swiftly. He beckoned her to follow, and so she did, staying on the ladder next to the ship.

"You should get inside here to see," he said, indicating the small cockpit.

"Inside?" She raised an eyebrow. "This cockpit isn't exactly a fit for more than one person."

He couldn't help but smirk again. "Afraid of getting close to me, my little mechanic?

He knew she wouldn't back down from such a challenge, and he was right. Without a second thought, she quickly climbed inside the cockpit and had no choice but to sit in his lap, trapped between his chest and the controls. The moment she did that, she realised how easily she had fallen into Poe's trap.

He let out a snigger, putting his hands on her hips. "And now... I have you right where I want you."

"I should've predicted that..." she said in defeat, as though she didn't enjoy every second of it.

He laughed again, clearly satisfied with that response. "I told you I'd get you back, love... Tell me you weren't basically asking for it. I'd say your messages were quite clear."

Having accepted her fate, Y/N smiled, bathing in that blissful feeling of his large hands on her body. Even through the material of her pants, it was enough to make her feel just that much hotter.

"I suppose there is another joystick that needs my attention here, huh?" she bit back just to hear another snicker, his hands slowly wandering up the sides of her body and down again.

"So cheeky," he said as if it were a compliment. "Can't help but love that about you." He was so close she could feel his hot breath on her neck.

"I get that from you, flyboy."

"Flyboy?" he almost sounded offended, but, at the same time, his playful tone didn't leave him. "You know, I'd admit... I've always had a fantasy to do this here." He kissed her neck, softly at first, just to plant two more, passionate kisses right after. She let out a small sigh; the hickeys he left on her the night before his mission had barely healed, and she knew that he would not stop himself from creating new ones, especially now that he knew all her weakest points.

"I figured as much." She chuckled. "I guess this is called a cockpit for a reason."

He laughed against her neck, hot breath tingling the spots that were already wet from his kisses as his hands kept roaming. He kissed the side of her neck again, finding a particularly sensitive spot right on her artery, which he grazed with his teeth, earning another sigh from her.

"You know... I've missed you too much to be watching your back," he said sensually, his hands gripping her hips again. "I want to see your eyes as I work my magic..."

Poe helped her turn on his lap in the small cockpit, then pulled her as close to himself as possible, their chests colliding.

"Now, that's much better, isn't it, love?" he said quietly while his eyes wandered to the revealing cleavage of her shirt. "You'd put that on for me?"

"Oh, don't flatter yourself, Dameron." She put her hands on his shoulders. "You know I always dress like this."

He wasn't buying it - or, at the very least, he didn't want to.

"But you knew I'd be coming to have all of this for myself. And I can think of only one thing when I see you like that."

Before she could react in any way, he buried his face between her breasts, breathing in her scent and kissing the soft skin he worshipped so much while his hands slid down to squeeze her buttocks.

"How come you always smell so good?" he said groggily, his voice alone making her heart beat faster.

"Showers, flyboy."

He opened his mouth for a moment, then stared at her in mild disbelief.

"Feisty, are we?" he asked eventually, unwilling to admit defeat. "I see... I'm being too nice to you. Perhaps you should show me how much you missed me. I am, after all, a tired hero..."

Finally, she gave in and decided to act, too. She quickly started helping him out of his jacket, and he understood immediately, raising his arms slightly so she could take it off. She threw it over the side of the ship and let it fall to the hangar floor, then leaned in just slightly. For him, it worked immediately; he grabbed her jaw with both his hands and pulled her to himself almost posesssively to kiss her with hunger. The desire they had been both feeling during their separation finally starting to resolve. He didn't restrain himself one bit, almost devouring her through the feverish kisses. He let his tongue taste her, too, remembering what a wonderful taste it was.

The kissing and breathing sounds echoed in the empty hangar, with occasional moans and grunts in between they could not control. While Y/N kept her hand on his nape, pulling him closer, his arms were exploring her body, as if trying to touch each and every inch of it.

The moment she shifted slightly to adjust her sitting position on him, he pulled away, letting out a short groan. She knew that sound already and looked down.

"Someone's got a little excited there."

He traced her jaw with his finger. "You can't imagine how many times I was sitting there and wished you would be here... Just like that."

"Dreams do come true, Commander."

Using his rank was another thing that did it for him. He grabbed the straps of her shirt and pulled them down so the material fell and uncovered her breasts. He took a deep breath at the sight as he realised she had no bra on. The sight seemed to have rendered him speechless; he forgot everything he was doing to stop and marvel, so she seized the chance. She grinded herself against him, slowly, catching him my surprise. He let out a small gasp, one that satisfied her greatly.

"Keep up with me," Y/N said teasingly, and she could almost see the lust gleam in Poe's eyes when she did.

"You asked for it," he replied huskily, knowing what he could do to her just by using that voice.

His hands reached for her pants. He unzipped them, then she stood up and, although it was a bit difficult in the small cockpit, he eventually managed to take her pants off of her. She was left in her panties and her shirt half down - a view he could get used to.

Y/N wanted to straddle him again, but he shook his head and pushed her ever so sligthly against the controls.

"No, stay there..." he uttered quietly, his eyes taking in her figure. "Oh, I'm gonna remember the view. You look so fucking hot right now, Y/N."

She propped herself up on her elbows, biting her lip as she took in the compliment. He was enjoying the view in front of her, too; his cheeks were flushed, his hair even more messy than before, the upper part of his shirt unbuttoned, showing some of his collarbone.

"You aren't so bad yourself, Dameron," she replied, wondering what he was planning.

His large hands first dug into her thighs, massaging them just for a moment before one of them wandered straight between her legs. He began slowly rubbing her against the white material of her panties, making her squirm immediately. It was only then when she realised how touch-starved she was; touching herself on her own was now nowhere near as satisfactory.

Poe seemed to enjoy it a little bit too much when he noticed how each and every one if his rubs provoked different reactions from her. Sighs, soft moans, her biting her lip to stop herself and spreading her legs wider almost absent-mindedly... He knew he would not be able to control himself for much longer. Her reactions were one of the things he enjoyed most about all of their encounters.

"Seems like you needed me just as much... But why so quiet, love?" He looked her straight in the eye, wondering where his favourite moans went to - especially the ones mentioning his name.

"Quiet?" She panted. "I'd say I'm being too... Loud..." Another soft moan escaped her lips as he picked up the pace, the material between his fingers already wet.

He chuckled. "I know for a fact that you can be a hell lot louder than that."

"This isn't exactly a private place... What if someone hears?" she asked between heavy breaths as he did not stop, quite the contrary, he focused on rubbing her clit directly, having learned that works like a dream.

He seemed completely unbothered, shrugging. "The best pilot of the Resistance has his needs. And it so happens hearing these moans of yours is one of them."

He used his free hand to close the cockpit, cutting them out from the outside world with a triumphant expression.

"Don't restrain yourself, love."

Having said that, he grabbed the material of the panties and moved it to the side, uncovering her soaked folds. His fingers went back to work at once, this time flesh to flesh, driving her crazy in a matter of seconds.

He slipped in two of his fingers inside her almost effortlessly, then began pumping in and out quickly, making her throw her head back as she buckled her hips to meet even more of his touch. He smirked at that as his other hand kept on circling her clit.

"I don't have enough hands for everything I want to touch..."

"But you have something else," she breathed out as her body was begging her to have him inside it. As pleasurable as what he was doing was, his fingers were simply not enough. She craved all of him, especially after missing him and worrying because of his mission.

For a moment, she heard nothing but pounding of her heart in her ears as she reached for his belt and unbuckled it.

"Well, won't you look at that." He smiled smugly, taking his hand back for a moment. "A week without me and you've become wild. Maybe I should leave more often?"

"Don't you dare," she hissed, still panting as she unzipped his pants.

He wasn't going to stop her, he didn't even tease her - instead, he lifted his hips slightly to allow her to pull down both his pants and boxers, uncovering his erection. She looked at it shamlessly, then glanced back between her legs, where the wetness was starting to drip down her thigh.

"Seems like we both have to be taken care of."

"How fortunate," he grabbed her by the hips again. "May I?"

"Not you asking now like you didn't fuck me senseless the night before you left."

He smirked again, getting even more aroused at the memory of that night. "Oh, sorry for being a gentleman, love," he said sarcastically. "Let me fix that."

Before she could react, he aligned her position, then lowered her onto his cock roughly, earning a yelp out of her. He let out a short grunt, keeping his eyes on her face so as not to miss any reactions.

"Not so confident now, are you?"

"You... Oh, fuck..." She took a deep breath, trying to adjust herself to such a sudden change.

He sniggered yet again. "That I will, love."

The first thrust of his hips felt like a sigh of relief after days of longing. They both needed that, probably more than they thought up until this moment. He was dragging his cock slowly but with power, helping himself by guiding her hips while she started responding. The smallness of the cockpit made them unable to escape anywhere; they were as close to each other as possible, Y/N's nipples hardening as they rubbed against his chest. He filled her up to the brim with every thrust, still slowly, allowing both of them to relish in the bliss of the moment.

His hands moved to grab her ass firmly and kept on guiding her while her mouth travelled to his neck this time - she wanted to leave a few marks for him as well.

"I could do this all night," he rasped, their hips rocking in unision.

In response, she only let out a short cry against his neck as his cock found a particular spot, and the pleasure it gave her almost made her lose balance. She grabbed onto his shoulders, her cheeks flushed.

"Poe, faster," she moaned, unable to bear the feeling of release almost coming and then quickly going away every time he slowed down.

These two words almost turned him feral.

"Oh, what was that?" he asked even though they both knew he heard her loud and clear.

"I beg you," she whispered, placing a pleading kiss on his neck.

"Now that's what I like."

A triumphant expression took over him as he leaned her against the controls, taking some of her weight off of him. It allowed him to move faster just like she wanted, and hell, he enjoyed it too, feeling almost an animalistic need for the inevitable orgasm building up inside him. He really didn't need much; she turned him on mkre than anybody did.

He moved as fast as he could in the position they were in, bathing in the blissful sensations and sounds coming out of her, not even caring if someone was going to catch them. The sweat on her forehead, her throwing her head back, and everything happening right there, in the cockpit of his ship as he had fantasised... It was enough to drive a man crazy.

She kept on rocking her hips to match his movements and meet him deep inside, just so he would keep on hitting that spot which felt best. She noticed how he furrowed his brow and his breath became heavier, letting her know he was close. She could not blame him as she herself felt she needed just a few more thrusts.

"Come with me, love," he said breathily, prompting her to grab his shoulders tighter. Yes, she wanted to do that, it would be such a bliss...

"Poe... I'm so..." she wanted to tell him she would, but words failed her. Instead, immense pleasure washed over her as she felt herself gush all over his cock.

Mere seconds later, he filled her up to the brim with his cum, swearing under his breath. He had been waiting for this, and the indescrabibly pleasurable sensation was worth the wait.

Moments later, everything stopped, and they both fell into each other's arms, breathless. Y/N slowly raised herself, letting his penis slip out of her, his cum followinig right after, some of it landing on the pilot seat.

"Now... That's gonna leave a stain."

He glanced down and shrugged. "I'll have something to remember this by. I'm addicted to this. To you," he said in a hushed tone, then leaned in to leave a passionate kiss on her lips.

"I believe I could told you the same." Y/N smiled, wondering how she could have ever lived without this.

"Just so you know," his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer again, "we're doing this again. Now. We have seven days to catch up on."

Damn. He got her all exicted again in mere seconds, barely after allowing her to take in the orgasm from a minute earlier. It seemed like her legs were opening again just as he spoke, her body remembering how wonderful it felt to be connected with his.

"I am definitely not going to stop you."

"And this time..." His hands wandered up from her hips straight to her breasts. "I believe these two need my attention."

[merakiui]

mera mera mera!!! so hear me out, but yesterday was my prom and i got prom queen, but that’s not what i’m here for. originally i was going to send something angsty bc i got my heartbroken yesterday but! as i was looking at my crown i was hit with the thought of one of boys fucking reader with the crownon and calling her their queen or something.

like leona and mal going feral over it bc they’re royalty and it just fuels their desire to claim you as theirs. or imagine vil taking the crown and putting it on himself instead and making you bow down to him. or azul making this such a big deal bc he’s a simp and-

just imagining them taking you the moment your alone bc a queen deserves royalty treatment ✨✨✨👑✨✨✨ ugh it’s healing my heart as we speak 😩

- can i be concha anon plz???

OMG AND MAYBE EVEN IN THE MOONLIGHT!!!!! OTL you step out of the ballroom and wander the silent halls for a momentary respite from all of the energy, only to run into the twst character of your choice. Maybe he's also roaming the halls caught up in his feelings and then he sees you and it's like a switch flips and one thing leads to another, maybe there's even a whispered confession, some kisses are exchanged, and then you find yourself pressed against the wall.

Something about Vil taking your crown... or maybe he rails you in front of a mirror to show that both of you are queens in your own respects. Omg maybe both he and Rook come to congratulate you and it ends with you sandwiched between them hehe!!! <3 and Leona and Malleus with the debilitating horny grip because the implications that crown has when it's sat so nicely upon your head... imagine the both of them bickering over it while you're pinned between the both of them. I like to imagine Azul rigged the voting system somehow by voting more than once or making students indebted to him vote for you just so you'll win. After all, that title rightfully belongs to his angelfish! (he expects many kisses as payment for helping you win even if you had no idea this was his doing).

And Riddle!!!!! The Queen of Hearts had her king, so naturally a queen such as yourself deserves a loving, loyal king. Please let him fill that role. orz

Floyd swipes your crown from right off your head, places it on his, and then he's skipping off down the halls, daring you to come and fetch it. If you manage to catch him, he'll give you more than just the crown~

Imagine the first-years approaching you to congratulate you all at once (and also hopefully ask for a dance), but it's a little impossible to have a romantic, intimate moment when they're all surrounding you and arguing over who gets to ask first. ^^;;;

AND ROLLO...... mr. grumpy wallflower has his arms crossed and his chin turned up haughtily as he grumbles about how the entire process is none of his business and that you most likely charmed everyone with magic or some sort of hex unique to you. But if you strain to listen over the music, he says it's a title well-earned and well-deserved. Even Rollo has to agree it's fitting. After all, he's the first one to have fallen for your charms. <3

[irkimatsu]

Husk I feel like would have an unconscious habit of scenting/marking his S/O. Like he’d make sure they’re covered in his scent before they go out anywhere so everyone knows they’re his and his only. He also would leave bites on their neck and shoulders (if his S/O is okay with it), making sure they bruise so they’ll stay. He’d probably be super embarrassed if confronted on it, but eventually he’d get over it.

At the same time, I feel like Overlord Husk wouldn’t feel any need to do it. Obviously his pet is his, they’re on his lap majority of the day. That doesn���t mean he won’t leave marks or scent you though. If they go out somewhere and he smells another man on them, he will definitely keep you close to him more until he knows it’s gone. He will definitely leave marks like bites and scratches though, no doubt. Only exception of course is if his pet isn’t into it. He wouldn’t want to hurt them if they don’t want to be hurt, after all.

Sorry this took me so long to respond to, but damn I love possessive Husk, whether as an Overlord or after the fact. <3 The scent-marking is partially purposeful, but even if not for that, it's just so nice to nuzzle into his partner's neck and shoulders while cuddling. Leaving his scent behind is just a happy bonus.

Husk playfully complaining in the morning after you take a shower. Yeah, the soap you use is nice, but it covers up both your natural scent and his! Maybe he convinces you to use a more mild soap, one that blends with those natural scents rather than covering them. Husk burying his face in your neck before your shower, purring and waving his tail and not wanting to let you go... <3 His scent mixes so beautifully with yours, he can't get enough of it.

Overlord Husk may not need to mark his partner in any way - everyone already knows by now how attached he is to you, and that so much as looking at you funny will get him baring his teeth at them. But still, there's no better way to wake up after a night of passion than still smelling himself all over your skin, reminding him of the places he touched and kissed the most. It's a nice reminder for you, too.

And in both cases, ohhhhh the marks. Of course he'd never bite and scratch if you didn't like it - I think present-day Husk would be insanely gentle the first few times he has sex with you simply as a matter of course. But he can't say he doesn't love that permission to go a little feral. He doesn't want to actively hurt you, but to be able to let go, sinking his claws in your hips and his teeth in his shoulder, hearing the way you moan and beg as he makes you his... fuck, there's nothing like it. And no matter where he is in life, of course he'll lick the wounds clean and make sure you're okay before moving on.

Present-day Husk has a bit more discretion; he doesn't mind you covering up the marks and maybe even prefers it, especially due to the people you currently live with. Charlie would find it uncomfortable and try to actively avoid talking about it but damn it she keeps staring before awkwardly looking away, Vaggie would blatantly call it TMI, and Angel's congratulations to his best friend are encouraging but also invasive and a little gross. So, yes, go ahead and cover up, that's your own little secret. As an Overlord, though, he loves dressing you up in outfits that show off your shoulders, your back, your legs, wherever he's marked you up the most recently. Out of context, all the bruises and cuts would be concerning; good thing no one in hell gives a fuck about reporting domestic abuse. It's not abuse anyway, you like letting everyone know how rough you allow Overlord Husk to be with you. Maybe you need to be a bit of a masochist to be Overlord Husk's pet... hey, as long as it works out for you both.

[happyk44]

Thinking about that long form feral!Jason fic I wanna write but probably never will get around to doing so, and like. It would be such a disappoint to just keep my meandering thoughts in my head, right?

As far as plot goes, it'll probably end up being more character driven introspective than plot important. Like yeah there's a plot they're following because it wouldn't be PJO without a stupid quest but that's really just an excuse to bustle everyone together. Thought process is Thanatos goes missing ala SoN and Nico, flocked by Hazel and Jason, drags Percy and Thalia along to help find him because - idk, he just does. Cousin outing lmao.

Hazel is alive for no other reason than I want her to be. She was a "gift" from Zagreus as thanks for Nico helping out in the war, because he was annoyed Nico got snubbed in all the congratulations. Naturally Bianca was Nico's first thought but she was like "Nico, fuck off with that shit" and directed him to their lonely sister sitting beneath a tree and poof. Hazel.

Leo was in the Kronos army and ran away at the end of the war, because he didn't trust the gods or CHB not to kill him. He wasn't really a fighter - he just made their armor and weapons, so he wasn't technically even in the actual battle, which made it a lot easier to escape detection.

He also lives with Piper now - idk if I want to include my mute!Piper thoughts, and I'm murky on how Piper and Leo will get brought into the mix. I do know it will be a "Nico knows a guy" situation. But anyway Piper and Leo live together. Idk how they met - probably crashed into each other or caught one another stealing shit or Piper saw Leo and thought "opportunity to make my dad pay attention to me" and took him with her or whatever. Obviously it doesn't work, but Leo sticks around because Piper enjoys having a friend, and he's the one who pieces together that Piper is a daughter of Aphrodite, and warns her from ever going to CHB. Up in the air if she knows his background regarding the war and shit by this point, but they're the people they have so they're tight.

Frank's backstory is more or less the same, except after training in Camp Jupiter for a couple weeks, he's like "no. I can't do this. This is awful. How do I get back to Canada and the snow?" And then Nico pops up doing his ambassador to Pluto thing (bc while both camps know about each other now, they haven't yet started mingling and Nico is aware that Octavian has... issues).

Anyway Nico is trying to get the scope of the place, wondering it would be a good place for Hazel to live so she doesn't have to hang out in the Underworld all the time, which she doesn't mind for the most part - but she does want to socialize and make friends with living people. And Nico thinks that she'll probably have a better time with the Romans than the Greeks, because they'll associate her more with wealth.

He and Frank bump into each other and Nico realizes Frank is trying to escape camp. Offers to help him and gets Hazel and Jason who help him leave in the middle of the night, while Nico socializes publicly with the other cohorts, so that like. No one gets suspicious that Frank disappeared right after Nico showed up. On their journey back to Canada, Frank discovers his shapeshifting powers.

Currently the POVs are probably gonna be a switch between Thalia and Percy. But maybe others will join in as the story flows.

Also Jason really likes Frank's shaping shifting powers, and every time they visit him and his grandma, Frank turns into a wolf (or bear or other large predator animal) and lets Jason wrestle him. Frank does not enjoy this as much as Jason does. Jason also has to wear a muzzle inside the house as per Grandma Zhang's rules, because he "does not know to keep his teeth behind his lips". Despite this, he is a decent-ish wolf pup with her, and will grumble loudly but let her click the muzzle on with only a few pitiful whines.

[unicornletters]

treat my boy like a fancy little princess - platonic izzy x reader, focus on izzy x frenchie, post s2

You’d hardly know Frenchie is the captain of this vessel, with the way he asks Izzy about nearly any decision he makes and brings him coffee and treats and literally sits at the man’s feet. Foot. It’s endearing as hell, obviously, both to Izzy and to everyone else on board, but it does make the chain of command feel a little…wobbly. 

No one’s quite sure how to navigate it, so the protocol that’s evolved is that you ask Frenchie something first, you get told to ask Izzy, you ask Izzy, and you confirm the answer is in accord with Frenchie’s vision as a captain. Quick decision-making is not an option.

Luckily, on the rare occasion there’s an actual raid instead of some kind of scam or extended fuckery, Izzy is indisputably in charge.

Frenchie can fight, sure, at least kind of. He had to learn during the Kraken’s reign. But his weird sharp claws and feral instincts don’t hold a candle to Izzy’s highly-polished swordplay and insane level of tactical knowledge. So you look to Izzy when you’re in a raid, and to Frenchie, nominally anyway, the rest of the time. It works, more or less.

“When are they going to fuck?” Zheng asks you one afternoon, looking at Izzy sitting on the ladder by the captain’s cabin with Frenchie at his feet, rapt at whatever it is Izzy is saying.

“I don’t know if it’s like that,” you say. “Don’t you get a kind of father-son vibe?”

Zheng snorts.

“I get a daddy vibe,” she says, which is kind of impressive because she wasn’t even on board when Izzy embarrassed himself with that one.

“Look,” you say, “just because your boyfriend has a partner who has a girlfriend or whatever doesn’t mean you’re the relationship expert all of the sudden.”

“You’re way behind,” she says. “My boyfriend has a partner and a girlfriend who are my partner and girlfriend.”

“Oh,” you say, “well, congratulations, but still. Frenchie and Izzy are just doing their thing. Their heavily-informed-by-shared-trauma thing. I think we should leave them alone.”

Zheng tosses her head in a way that makes one of her pigtails go out of alignment, and she fixes it with an annoyed look on her face.

“It’s not just me,” she says. “Ask anyone. We’re all waiting.”

You have to go help Roach in the galley, so you just shrug and walk away.

“Hey, friend,” Roach says, cheerful today. “Do you know whether the little man is in love with our captain?”

You groan.

“Not you too,” you say. “Zheng was on this just a minute ago.”

“I keep an eye on my beautiful Frenchie,” Roach says, tapping below one eye. “And on our weird little first mate, too.”

“I don’t even know if they’re like that,” you say, pointlessly.

“They are,” Roach says. “Obviously. I need a way to tell Izzy that if he hurts my Frenchie there’ll be hell to pay, but also that I welcome him to start a relationship with Frenchie and treat him as he should be treated. Like a lady.”

“Probably not a lady,” you say.

“You know what I mean,” Roach says, and you do. “Like a fancy person. Izzy needs to treat him like he’s very, very fancy.”

“Mm,” you say, picking up a knife and potato and getting to chopping. “Very fancy, yeah.”

Roach has exhausted his chattiness for the moment and just mixes spices as you chop vegetables. It’s nice. Very companionable. 

And then you hear Izzy’s gait coming down into the galley, and you sigh, praying for strength. Not him too.

“Uh,” Izzy starts, brilliantly. “Roach, I wondered, uh. If I could talk to you.”

Roach smiles like a shark.

“Izzy! Of course! I’ll just have my helper leave us –”

“No,” Izzy says, “they’re fine.” He smiles slightly at you, clearly grateful you’re here.

“What did you want to talk about?” Roach asks much too brightly.

“You know how me and Frenchie, we, you know, we’re close?” Izzy asks.

“Yeah,” Roach says. As if anyone could have missed that.

“That all right with you?”

“Depends,” Roach says. “You going to treat my boy like a fancy little princess?”

Izzy’s taken off guard by that one.

“Uh,” he says, “if that’s what he wants, then, well, yeah,” he finally says.

Roach nods once, decisively.

“If you hurt him,” he says, smiling the while, “I will butcher you.”

“I’d expect no less,” Izzy says.

“Have you talked to Frenchie about this yet?” you ask, dying of curiosity.

“I haven’t,” Izzy says. “I don’t – I don’t know how.”

Roach’s grin practically gleams.

“And that’s why you’ve come to me.”

[deblklesb]

“just like that baby.... there’s my good girl, just like that”

- abby anderson

(MDNI // anon I'm going crazy with this aaaaa and sorry for the delay)

Abby would definitely say this in many situations, all of them making warmth run through your body in different ways.

You love when she's helping you with something, like on gym. She would he watching you carefully and closely, praising your hard work in a way that makes your face blush.

When you're sick and she's taking care of you, not only supporting you but also being the one to tell you incentive words. Your chest warms at this attention.

When she's especially in a voyeur mood, sitting on the bed while you move accordingly to how she wants. The woman would make you touch yourself, laying in front of her with your legs open and your whole body exposed to those piercing blue orbes. Heat travels through your body as you take the wand and position it on your cunt, the vibrations bringing moans out as you put effort into sustaining your torso's weight on a hand.

"Abby, please...!" You beg her to touch you, trying not to seem that eager (and failing).

"Just a little bit more, babe. I know my good girl can do it, right?" And as you nod, moving the hips out of excitement, she nods too, eyes catching your image with hunger.

Your moans grow bit by bit, needier, as you get closer to the orgasm. And you try to stop them from getting too loud, but she orders you to increase the intensity and you straight up screams as it gets faster. Like a fucking uncontrolled slut, you start to shake and ride the wand, calling her again.

"Just like that... There's my good girl, just like that", she's looking at every detail. Your expressions and the way your chest moves, the sweat glistening on your skin, the pubic hair, the wetness sliding down your pussy that keeps clenching and contracting.

"Fuck-!", you gasp, muscles going rigid as that orgasm comes. And tears gather on the corners of your eyes, your body contorting, voice coming on a feral mode.

"So beautiful", she finally comes to you, taking the object from your hands before turning it off. As she puts it aside, one of the firm hands pulled you by the hip and your bodies come together in a tight embrace. The heavy breaths you take plead for enough air, her lips kissing one side of your neck while she hugs you. "So fucking good to me", she murmurs.

And you let yourself drift away on her strong arms, kissing her skin from time to time.

When she's teaching you to play some new game she buys, the type of thing you're not that good at but you find very interesting. Abby told you once that she and her dad played a lot of games together, something you definitely didn't had access to since your father weren't that drawn to those. But you like to watch the graphics and listen about it, and sometimes you find yourself willing to play them. She would guide you and instruct you, not caring about you losing or winning the match, but instead focusing on making the logic explicit enough so you can have some fun.

And when you're getting the hang of it, she would smile and giggle and congratulate you and kiss your face.

You actually love to hear those words framing her voice, the honey-coated tone directed to you. Is so simple and fond and honest, it tickles your tummy and fills you with glee.

[jasper-book-stash]

March 2024 Reading Wrap Up

I got bronchitis and my period at the same time in March, and then spilled tea on my computer, so March was a very stressful time for me. Regardless, I managed to read 10 books! And honestly, overall, this is one of the better months - the lowest I've ranked a book is 6/10, which is damn good considering the absolute bullshit I usually read.

Religious Text

None applicable.

1/10 - Why Did They Publish This?

None applicable.

2/10 - Trash

None applicable.

3/10 - Meh

None applicable.

4 to 6/10 - Mid-Tier

Tomb Sweeping | Alexandra Chang

I read this book while sick. And boy howdy, did that make it a weird experience. I get what it was going for, but it really wasn't my vibe. It just felt like everything was...unfinished. Which was the point, I suppose, but it was still annoying.

7 to 8/10 - Good With Caveats

What the Bible Really Says about Homosexuality | Daniel A Helminiak

This is a very short book compared to my usual reads, topping at 152 pages. And I appreciate a book that gets straight to the point and analyzes the historical context around various works, particularly religious works. Good job. My only complaint is some editing issues.

Born to Love, Cursed to Feel | Samantha King

This was a poetry collection and was the only other book I read while sick, and boy howdy did I have a time of it. I spent most of the reading just...putting post-it notes in and nodding along to the lines. It was a surprisingly good book, considering I found it in the back alley version of a book store.

Southern Cunning: Folkloric Witchcraft in the American South | Aaron Oberon

Look. This is not a 101 book. It's not a 102 book. It's not even a 201 book. It simply is. And as much as I enjoyed it and enjoyed reading it, the fact that I spent most of my reading time fixing the editing means that I cannot, in good faith, put this any higher than an 8 out of 10. Dear Aaron Oberon, if you ever read this, PLEASE give me access to the original file so I can fix your punctuation and spelling mistakes. Sincerely, a fellow Southerner.

9/10 - Very Very Good

Snow White with the Red Hair, volumes 21-23 | Sorata Akiduki

I am still so fucking feral over this series. I love them so fucking much. I want them all to be happy but I also like seeing their shenanigans. Unfortunately, though we're at 26 published volumes, we've reached the end of the ones in Missouri Evergreen that I may access. I'll either have to wait and hope that someone gets them, or I'll have to bite the bullet and buy them myself.

Not Pounded By Anything: Six Platonic Tales Of Non-Sexual Encounters | Chuck Tingle

This is my first expedition into the erotic Tingleverse after reading some pieces of the horror Tingleverse in Straight and Camp Damascus. And I really, really like this book. It's 77 pages and is such an easy read. Godspeed, you glorious bastard.

10/10 - Unironically Recommend To Everyone

Well, everyone who's into the genre these fall under, at least.

Writing Fiction: A Guide to Narrative Craft, tenth edition | Janet Burroway

I found this in the free section of a bookstore in the middle of nowhere, and let me tell you, it is now marked up one side and down the other with highlighter, because I needed it. There are so many good parts of this book that it's genuinely one I would recommend to people who are trying to figure out why their writing feels flat.

Sacred Gender: Create Trans and Nonbinary Spiritual Connections | Ariana Serpentine

First, I want to congratulate the author on what is possibly the coolest name ever.

Second, if you're an occultist, polytheist, witch, magic practitioner, or in any other way affiliated with things beyond or within mortal ken...get this book. It's making me rethink a lot of my own experiences with my craft and my religion, but in a good way.

[dballzposting]

Two things that are really so interesting

Number 1: Korin is a cat but the cat gimmick really doesnt go far. By and by, Yajirobe is much more of a cat than Korin is.

Yajirobe is like a stray cat that comes and goes and always smells bad and eats all the food. And once in a blue moon he'll let you touch him. But he's exclusively solitary. And he snores. And he brings fleas. And he hides from all danger. And hes really quick and sharp when he needs to be. Hes a perfect cat really

Number 2: Cats can be very cuddly but what's interesting is that both of these cats are very hands-off.

Korin is a cat but hes an old hermit first and foremost. Dont fucking touch him. In fact you literally cant. When Goku went up there to acquire the secret water that would make you stronger, it turns out the water wasnt real, and actually his attempts to swipe it from the cat WAS SECRET TRAINING. You literally cant touch this cat. And if you CAN, then the training is complete. Congratulations <3 This cat makes training out of how elusive he is.

Yajirobe is also very solitary and you cant fucking touch him either. He'll bite you. He'll eat your ass like corn on the cob

Cat Behaviors That We WON'T See Out Of Korin even though he's a Cat and so it's a little Sad to Me The Viewer who wanted to see Cat Things:

- If you're asleep and he wants you to wake up, he won't say anything, he wont headbutt you, you wont cover your nose with his paw: He'll just hit you. Really fast and hard. With his stick. WHAM. Or maybe it's more of a CRACK. It would be funny if he combined these methods however. Like if he stands there and headbutts Yajirobe and when Yajirobe still doesnt wake up then Korin just hits him. His expression or affect dont change at all. This is business as usual

- Does he even mark his scent on things. I mean with his cheek glands not his pee. Maybe. He doesnt mark people though. Becasue he is very hands-off. Even though it would be funny. (Marks Yajirobe's ankle before going to the mall so that they wont lose each other ...)

- Is there a litter box up there ... This cat is not very cat-like in the way that he cleans his own litterbox.

- Does he even have a scratching post. The only wood I saw up there was his hermit stick. Does he scratch that at all

- He's really just not very cat-like becasue the gimmick just doesnt run far into his character. That's all I'm saying

Cat-like Things that Yajirobe Does:

- Pees on things to leave his scent

- I don't really think he does that.

The fact that they're both solitary and hands-off is what makes it special for us viewers when they do physically interact. Like when that stray cat finally lets you pet it.

But it's moreso about the comedy and their ability to relax.

Yajirobe is pretty feral and animalistic so we see cat-like behaviors out of him pretty readily; growling, swiping your paws away from his food, sleeping all day, scrambling about, hiding in corners, standing tall over his territory, etc.

What's engaging is if we could see Korin get down on the same level. He clearly has the potential too, weve seen him do some pretty immature things and exercise creature-level priorities (when he thought that Yajirobe was hiding treats so he tore his clothes open to find them, all the times he's yelled at him, etc...). Hes a wise old cat hermit and like any good hermit he's connected to his most primal levels as well as his higher faculties (how could you be perceptive and wise without first knowing how to read your body, read with your body, harnessing its wisdom?). Old hermit characters always have a childlike whimsy to them in at least one way, and it's for comedy purposes I'm sure, but also because that ability to be spontaneous and goofy comes with the territory. A healthy cat is a playful cat. A healthy human retains his childlike wonder. You know how it is

So Korin could probably do cat things. He has the self-awareness to contain his impulses, so he doesnt HAVE to chase the ball you just threw, but it seems like it would be a fun thing to do right now, and the stakes are low, so he'll do that.

But hes also pretty old and gets bored soon enough.

I think that he could tie a toy to the end of his stick and Yajirobe would end up trying to catch it. Hes like "tch... I'm not chasing that cat toy ... what do I look like to you?" And Then 6 minutes later Korin dangles it over the edge of the tower and Yajirobe is shoving his hands theiugh the bars trying to grab it .

This would work better with food I reckon. I think we can all agree that Korin could dangle a mutton chop over the edge of the tower and Yajirobe would launch hinself off of the tower in order to get it. And he'd plummet to the earth but at least he got his mutton chop ❤

They cuddle like cats sometimes also but they're mostly hands-off so it's really a sometimes thing. But physicality is importsnt (especially when you're sitting in a tower all day? What sort of engagement do you even get.. ) so they're hands-on sometimes.

ALSO: Korin Tower is the second tallest tower in the world. Of course it is inhabited by a cat, an animal who enjoys high vantage points. Yajirobe is an honorary cat and he repeatedly chooses to stay there, like a cat repeatedly going to the top of the cat tree. It All Makes Sense

[rafesgoldrings]

first of all, congratulations on 1k!! your writing deserves so so much love ❀

can i request chemtrails over the country club? there is absolutely nothing that can dissuade me from my headcanon that jj is really, really good at soccer but he stopped playing after his mom left - couldn't afford to keep it as a hobby. but once you start dating him you encourage him to try again on his school team and he gets a scholarship for soccer to the same university that you plan on attending (i am absolutely going so feral over the thought of meeting jj in the locker room after practice and going to his games)

I got a bit carried away😅 (Clarifying that at the end, reader and JJ are NOT minors, they’re 18 in their senior year and about 18/19 in the college section) thank you so much!🥹🫶🏻

No I absolutely see this! He’s extremely fit as we can see throughout the show and I 100% see him playing soccer as a kid. His mom would be at every game cheering louder than every other parent there, it made him feel loved, made him happy having someone be so proud of him, but then she left. All the drinking and abuse from Luke became too much for her and she promised to come back for JJ but never did, and as a result he stopped playing soccer. Partially because he was no longer able to afford it and Luke refused to help, but also because he holds some resentment towards his mom for leaving him there and playing soccer reminds him of her too much. Then you come along his freshman year and become best friends with him, hanging out everyday after school, getting to know everything about each other, you learn he used to play soccer but sense a hostile vibe on the topic and drop it.

Your sophomore year rolls around and you’re still the best of friends, the pogue group becoming your own group of friends. Things shift with JJ and you don’t know what, but something is different. Junior year comes around and you learn about the abuse, you offer him your place insisting your parents will love him and gladly take him in if he wanted. He rejects it as first, not wanting to feel like a bother or accept your pity, then he shows up at your door black and blue crying. You took him into your arms and held him that night, he accepted the offer then and moved in the next day. That’s when the relationship started to turn romantic.

Beginning of senior year the two of you are official, having spent the entire summer together and deciding to peruse a relationship, and you encourage him to try out for your schools soccer team, telling him it could be a great opportunity for colleges and to help keep his mind off things. He reluctantly accepts and the pogues are beyond stoked when he ends up making the team, throwing a small party to celebrate. You help him with trying for a scholarship, emailing the coaches, helping him with his highlight reels, calling the universities and seeing if they have open spots, it looks promising for him. Several people have expressed their interest in him, including one from the college you were set to attend. Cut to the end of senior year and you both find out you’ve been accepted into the university and he got the scholarship. You’re both beyond happy and everyone has one last summer together before you all part ways for school.

JJ is happy when the semester starts, he ends up being the captain of the soccer team at school, you’re there at every game cheering loudly for him and he finally feels proud again. Instead of his mom, you’re the one screaming his name louder than everyone. You’re the one making him feel like he’s done something worthy. You’re the one running to him after every game. And he absolutely rewards you when he meets you in the locker room and fucks you against them as soon the rest of the team leaves. He finally loves the sport again, he loves life again, and he knows you’re the one he’s going to spend his life with, he’ll take it one soccer game at a time.

[grimdarkfandango]

riley's rec list 2023

oo-er alliteration, ladidah

AIGHT SO hello so I saw a fic rec list yesterday and was like. damn son I love rec lists. and then I read a fic off it and went DAMN SON I LOVE REC LISTS so guess what y'all are getting for 2024. it's a fic rec list! congratulations release the crocodiles

these are in approximately no order whatsoever. not all of these came out in 2023, but some of them did, and I definitely read them with my eyeballs then.

I'm not bothering with a readmore you know how to scroll happy new year

One Hundred Years Past by tciddaemina | BOTW/LoZ | Ganondorf/Link | 39k + sequels Link wakes up a hundred years early. It changes everything.

y'all I only read this two days ago and I am Ob Sessed. what if Ganondorf picked Link up like a feral stray in the desert. What if he dodged calamity with the power of dick and this twink he found. What if the second story in the series was designed in a lab to make me feral. What if!

Pinned and Needled by surveycorpsjean | One Piece (manga/anime) | Zoro/Sanji | 35k Sanji struggles with an injury that prevents him from cooking. Around the same time, Zoro starts to act strange.

[deep fucking inhale] SO. sometimes you are ambling at a slowish pace through a manga with over 1100 chapters and then an author you really like drops a fic for the couple you are rotating in your head and so you go 'hey cool let me just read that' and you don't even get half the plot references in the story but it's enough because then you read 700 chapters in A Week and now you're caught up and get to read it all over again and scream even louder

like a bird on a wire by tierfal | BNHA/MHA (manga) | Endeavor/Hawks | 8k The aftermath, and the undertow, and something like a sunrise.

we still don't know what the aftermath of the war will be [stares into the middle distance about the most recent chapter] so enjoy this hurt/comfort from after ch 390!! I just... love Hawks... it's about the devotion...

I'm realising of all of the recs here this one might need the most canon knowledge to make sense but. also. what if you read 410 chapters of manga and then talked to me about it...

Facade by Hazel_Athena | One Piece (manga/anime) | Zoro/Sanji | 32k Left with only three other crew mates, it’s a ready expectation that Sanji will start fawning all over Robin in his usual obnoxious way. However, that’s not what happens. Instead, looking wild around the eyes in a way only someone who knows him well would recognize, the cook doesn’t break stride until he’s firmly within Zoro’s orbit and can wrap both hands around his upper arm, clinging tight. “Hi, darling,” he chirps, his expression desperately conveying that Zoro needs to play along under pain of death. “Did you miss me?”

ZOSAN FAKE DATING MARRIAGE LESGOOOO

this is just so much fluff and also zoro being in PainTM and I love a good trope mmkay

Carry You Home (In My Teeth) by DistortedDaytime | Stranger Things | Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson | 51k All Billy wants to do is lick his wounds and sleep off a bad night. Instead, he wakes up to find his furrier half stranded in Steve Harrington’s laundry room.

Billy the werewolf! Eddie the vampire! Steve the Steve! I am cheating a little bit because I got to cheer this on first-hand as it was being written BUT also it's just really, really, really fun. And horny. And full of Billy's Issues. Plus some neat werewolf worldbuilding and my favourite type of Deus Ex Maxine.

Everything In Its Right Place by JustSomeGuyDontWorryAboutIt | Mandalorian | Din Djarin/Cobb Vanth | 12k In which Cobb Vanth is forced off-planet, roped into a rescue mission, and made to stew torturously in his feelings. Just because you’ve spent months fantasizing about shucking him from that armour like a Sorgan krill doesn’t mean he’s thought about you even once, he reminded himself. Don’t make this awkward. Just enjoy the company while it lasts.

I, too, think Cobb should get to tap that so hard they cause an interstellar incident about it. And that's after he charms the last remaining jedi into giving the kid back.

Same As It Ever Was by QuokkaFoxtrot | Stranger Things | Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson | 62k "Deja-vu? Like you feel like you've done this before, because-" "No!" Steve snaps, feeling everyone's attention snap to him. He lowers his voice, aiming it so that only Nancy can hear. "I mean I've carried Eddie's body back to the rift in the trailer. Twice." --- Sometimes it can take a while to become the man you want to be.

Sometimes a good friend slides you a link to a fic their friend has started writing with a 'hey you ship this, check this out' and then you lose your whole fucking mind, usually directly into the comment box, until the whole thing is complete. This is the time loop fic of DREAMS. This is the GOLD FUCKING STANDARD. This has, unequivocally, REWIRED MY GODDAMN BRAIN. This is, as far as I'm concerned, one of the best fics ever written. Run don't walk.

THAT'S IT HAPPY NEW YEAR

[arcplaysgames]

Yeah, what's with the formality, Lavenza, remember when I took you to a maid cafe and then defended you from the feral maid that wanted to eat you? We're pals now.

Congratulations to Lavenza for the greatest line read since Mitsuru's "I'M GOING TO EXECUTE YOU ALL." I fucking cackled.

Okay so. I'm flipping through these screencaps again in hopes of collating all the info and summarizing. Hang on.

Mementos is back. Why? Because don't worry about it. (The game basically shrugs on this one, lmao.)

Maruki has a persona and it is able to affect real people, not just cognitions. The power is called Actualization, and is basically him taking someone's desires and making them real by altering cognition.

It should be impossible for an individual to use their power like this on a massive scale, but the death of Yarblegarble left a power vacuum in Mementos, and Maruki slotted himself into place there. So he has godlike powers in the same way Yahtzee did.

Akechi points out that the Thieves had the masses' attention and worship, that's how they defeated Cuphead, so why did that influence shift to Maruki? Turns out Maruki has been consciously or not shifting the cognition of the Thieves through his therapizing, so subconsciously everyone wanted the easy out that Maruki was supplying. yeah sure whatever, that's not more of an ass pull than the Mementos thing

All this only became possible when the Cognitive World and the Real World merged in the finale. Now, the worlds are trying to separate, but Maruki is interferring. They need to finish separating, or the Cognitive World will supplant the Real World and there will be no escape from Maruki's control. We got about a month before things are set in stone.

Okay summing that up actually helped me grok wtf is going on, awesome.

Anyway, back into the Palace, and Sumire gets another persona awakening on top of her original one.

I mean good for her?

I'm really torn on Sumire. Like, as a plot catalyst she's fantastic. But she's been the weakest of the cast for the entire game and I still struggle to care about her outside how crunchy her situation is.

BIG SHRUG.

Blah blah, seems like Maruki has a bunch of data trunk lines running to Mementos, so we gotta go see wtf is up in there.

also i got to see Ann's bedroom/flat and oh my god that's so many clothes that's my nightmare. I mean its super cute but wow.

Good to know she's a Derse dreamer tho.

Her new persona pops and oh my god this is the most scene kid thing I have ever seen, WOW. the mismatched tights, the bubblegum, the double belt. I can hear Paramore playing when I look at this.

Also Lavenza visits Reverie and falls asleep TWICE in one visit. This girl needs a fucking nap, wow.

Anyway, plot. Mementos has a bunch of Maruki's data cables running through it. I do love the shift from fantastical science to the cold reality of surveillance in Maruki's methods.

BASICALLY its complicated, but Maruki is watching over Mementos. To give everyone the perfect life they want, he catches people in Mementos and changes their cognition from there. Without the surveillance, he wouldn't know who to help and how.

So I guess his perfect dream of just fixing the world is more complex than he thought. Sure, he has all of human cognition on tap here, but he still has to handle each case individually with the info he gleans from Mementos. There's still many people who don't have their happy psience yet and that is going to take time to fix.

I do appreciate a lack of subtlety. I hope the intention with Maruki is to inspire some discomfort and reflection in players as they contend with his motives and methods, but also, gamers can be dumb so yes, please just insert a room that looks like it'd fit in The Stanley Parable into this whole narrative to make sure people understand this whole thing is fucked.

Akechi as the repeated voice of "yo this shit sucks" is a lot of fun. When the guy who murdered a bunch of people for his evil dad is calling out your bullshit, that's worth paying attention to.

That said, this random NPC actually says the thesis of this entire story right here. It is here for those who are looking for it.

[brilliantfantasticgeronimo]

"the church on ruby road" thoughts + reactions

(tumblr is broken so i cant delete this space without breaking the post :))

"you saw a ladder in the sky and you thought, yeah, ill give that a go, babes" rose tyler CALL OUT

"what's the problem with hanging on? it's all the friction and the weight and the burns. so i got rid of that" and that's why u are still Fucked Up doc. this is NOT how u do rehab!!!

"learn the lenguage" eyes emoji "coincidence is what makes the baby tasty" EYES EMOJI

"it sitches you in. it weaves you into the day. you become all complicated and knotted and vivid"

"it's like a tapestry, it's gorgeous" self congratulating ur own writing, russel? sldkfjsdlkfj

"like the best, like wow" 13 and ‘fam’ walked so 15 could run

"a screwdriver needs screws" (so whenever the screwdriver works it, it works by resonating articulations and undoing binding agents, but it cannot do “untangling”)

VENTILAITON SHAFTS!!!! (my "this new era is the cartoon era" meta is born)

"amazing!" "no it's not" nothing changes lol

this feels *so* wilderness years (positive)

the MASTER knot you say....………………………...

"i've got no one" aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

"it's not magic, it's a lenguage, like a different form of physics" he’s coping about the “little” salt mistake still...

damn 15/ruby chemistry is so good….. can't wait for it all to go up in flames. And tragedy. Flaming tragedy.

"but only one of them stayed" mirror...? QUICK someone count how many companions have there been and if it's 33?????

im having sm emotions wtf

honestly ppl thinking rtd would retcon this were so hilariously off-base lol as if there's anything more of a catnip-plot for a soap opera writer than a “figure out parental origins” plotline

follow the crack... the crack in time and space...

it bothered me that in the special they used so much contemporary colorful theatrical lighting, that didnt fit the "grounded" doctordonna era at al, but it works much better here in that we're properly in the color ncuti era

"dont say that" aggggggggggggg

(ppl forgeting about ruby feels kinda clara coded / foreshadowing?)

"then why are you crying?" im going feral

"i will fix this" rtd voice: he will make it worse

oohh, the hubris in this ep was the arrogance of the doctor saying "they are NOT time travellers" sdklfj

baby catching... xena coded

blue / gold motif my beloved!!!

its a wonderful life~

"everything i do just makes it happen" -> "maybe im the bad luck"

"where are you goin now?" nbd just ruby going to buy some bread at the same store as yaz

CONCLUSIONS!

this was so wholesome t.t i really enjoyed that!! it has some lore implications and long-run stuff but mostly i’m really glad to finally get some new stories/a new vibe. I really enjoyed the glimpse we got of ruby’s family world and also love that both mine and 15’s reactions was “i’ve only had ruby for half an hour but if something happened to her i’d murder everyone here and then myself probably”. her wardrobe is beyond iconic.

besides the “biggest family in the world” parallel, the bb photos in the fridge give me like… TTC’s o"ther lost incarnations are their siblings vibe". Or, every "other time lord is technically the doctor’s children" vibe.

aesthetically, i really enjoyed this one. Specially The Big Scene (13-era blue/gold motif my beloved). This is one i see myself rewatching in the future just for the feel-good feel of it. the goblin number was fun! a clever parody of how much of pop uses “baby” and sweets-related metaphors for the sake of romance and here it becomes all for the sake of cannibalism lol (big brown eyes, caramelise~). 15/ruby being *so in* tune is cute+fun (and slightly sus). promising start to the new era.

[minteayoongimakesmewoozi]

I never knew I needed an arranged marriage au until now 😩

i've been pretty busy with picking up some additional shifts the last couple days, so this has been sitting in my mind for a bit but yes 😔 arranged marriage au!

- llllllet's saaaayyyy that's ayame and tanjirou are betrothed months before the tragedy in okutama. ayame is newly thirteen, tanjirou is almost thirteen and they both agree that a marriage between them would be... well. not quite beneficial, but definitely something that would make their families happy, considering the recent tragedies that befell them (akihiko's death and tanjurou's waning health)

- their marriage is shelved for when they're older, although when exactly "older" is isn't exactly specified. maybe it's just for when they get to know each other more (or when they hopefully fall in love with each other)

- kie and tanjurou married for love, after all, so they at least want that for tanjirou. hanabi and junhiko know that a betrothal can have love blossom, so they want that for ayame

- both sets of parents are aware that their kids are awkward and probably wouldn't get married otherwise cksndkwmwow

- giyuu's confrontation with tanyame would go a little different. ayame would immediately step in to protect nezuko, since that's her future sister-in-law, oni or not

- would ayame still have a crush on giyuu? hard to say. i think she would, but there would be more guilt associated with it. people would definitely tease her about it a lot less, especially considering they know she's tanjirou's fiance

- this does mean that shinobu would tease ayame abt tanjirou a lot more, yes

- tengen would also be a little less critical about her during the hashira trial too. after all, it isn't just some boy, but her betrothed. that's a hard call to make either way

- he would be more critical of tanjirou during rld though. mostly about how he failed to protect ayame with the whole okami-san and danna-san punishing her (but at the same time he'd kinda???? respect him more too????? because he trusts his betrothed to manage herself through it all. listen, fits tengen has very complicated feelings all the time make him stop)

- now... *enitsu

- u know zenitsu would just be more livid from the onset. it's one thing for tanjirou to travel with two pretty girls, but it's another thing when he's betrothed to one of them and they still haven't gotten married yet what the fuck is wrong with you

- zenitsu would go feral biting any potential suitors of ayame much sooner tho

- genya... just watch out for zenitsu's teeth. ur teeth might grow back, but zenitsu's won't. pls remember that

- let's just... put aside the genyame in this au. cos it'll make me sad. they're est buddies though! (genya is frantically trying to forget he used to have a crush on ayame)

- ayame and tanjirou in this au would be a lot shyer about sharing a room though. which is. ridiculous. u guys are ENGAGED what do u mean u're embarrassed to be sharing a room!!!!!! that's literally ur future spouse

- u know what would be funny? if kyoujurou pretended he didn't know tanjirou was betrothed to ayame. ayame knows he knows, but tanjirou doesn't, and he's going to milk it for the entirety of mugen train

- :( his final conversation would include his wedding congratulations tho :( :( :(

- and his letter from chapter 96 too 😭 😭 😭

- but also tanjirou just casually introducing ayame as his betrothed 🥺 🥺 🥺 stop it tanjirou, ayame is blushing and it's ruining her image

- swordsmith village would be less sad though. cos they'd probably start properly dating - or, well, courting - after that kiss. but ayame doesn't go on that date with genya :(

- no shinazugawa "steal yo girl" genya in this au guys

- post-ssv zenitsu would be both livid and ecstatic. will keep pushing them to get married from the moment they return

- i think inosuke would still kiss ayame in kinstugi though. cos he's chaos in a boar mask

- that being said, would fracture even happen????? maybe they'd just yell at each other and separate to sulk until ayame gets hit with the kitsune oni anthrax attack

- then it's just tears on both ends

- "I'm Kamado Tanjirou, and this is my betrothed, Higuchi Ayame!"

"Tanjirou... you - you don't have to keep adding that we're betrothed..."

- this would also make the shinjurou hinting at ayame to marry senjurou thing be even funnier. like u know he's trolling, but zenitsu heard and gasped so loud that aoi thought he was having an asthma attack

- then he sends shinjurou scandalised looks the whole night

- listen. he did offer for senjurou to be her second husband (he's such a troll smh)

- don't ask me how chapter 97 will go. i'm not gonna think about it.

- the first time ayame introduces tanjirou as her betrothed - probably in asakusa - and his heart goes doki doki so hard that even nezuko is worried