#I'd assume that would fuck you up and make you lose it a little even if you were completely fine before

[criscura]

Gosh........ I really am REELING though.......... Like--LIKE---

"I'd destroy worlds for you"

"I love you to the moon and back"

"nothing matters if you aren't there"

"heroes will sacrifice love for the world but villains will sacrifice the world for love"

"I want to hold you close to my chest and never let go"

"I'd move stars for you"

"you're the best part of me"

"I'll kill anyone who hurts you"

"you're the light of my life"

"you keep me grounded when I start to lose myself"

HOW MANY MORE FUCKING CLICHES CAN YOU GET!!!!! Like FUCK I ***completely*** understand that this is magnificently unheroic of Saitama, but it's so fucking human too, and HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU NOT SUPPOSED TO READ THIS ROMANTICALLY OH MY FUCKING???? GOSH??????

WHEN THIS IS RELEASED ON TANABATA??????

***WHEN WE JUST GOT THE CORE TOUCHING SCENE OH MY FUCKING GOSH****

I'm gonna lose it. I'm gonna mcfuckin lose it. I want my boy back. I want sweet egg back. I want HAPPY and DOMESTIC but holy HEEELLLL this is romantic GOOOLLDD

Aw geeze, all the mythological and religious implications too.........I have so much to think about 😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️😭😭😭😭😭❤️😭❤️😭😭

[daruee]

Corner Store :)

Who goes to the corner store at 1 am?

I do.

And who's too dumb to think of putting some less revealing clothes?

I am.

I was lying in bed really faded and completely mind broken after playing with my cunt for hours instead of going to sleep. Nonetheless I realized I was a little hungry but there was nothing I wanted to eat in my house, so after my body calmed down I cleaned myself up and put some clothes on so I could go out. If it were any other time I would've put on joggers and a comfortable sweatshirt, but my mind was over taken.

I wasn't looking to blend in, I wanted to be gawked at like a piece of meat, at least subconciously. I pulled out a cropped pink hoodie with black stars all over it and the shortest skirt I could find (it barely covered my ass)

And for the finishing touches I hoisted my thong straps above the waistband of my skirt and smiled at the outfit I'd created.

"perfect"

The walk to the corner store was quiet...eerily quiet, I just pushed it to the back of my mind and focused on my goal right now.

"get fucked- I mean get some snacks...obviously...I just came out here for snacks"

I start scanning the aisle in the hopes of something catching my eye...when I stand there I realize the lone worker managing the store had been following me, I averted my eyes and just walked down another way because there was no way I was confronting him about it. I was the most scared when I stood back up from bending down to grab a drink from the freezers...I turned back to see a glimpse of him...

"he was looking at my ass" I thought, and suddenly got self concious and tried to turn around and cover it by putting my hands behind my back. I just gave up and went to pay. No words were exchanged between us since I was pretty sure he knew I was aware of what he was doing. When it came time to pay I realized...

"shit I forgot my wallet...I come here all the time would it be too much to ask if I could pay later?"

Would he reason with me...probably not. So I was getting discouraged before I even heard his answer and then that's when his words echoed through me...like a perfectly placed opportunity.

"There's another way you can pay...it's nastier but you don't seem like any stranger to that."

How could he just assume that about me...then I remebered how I was dressed... I had to admit his observation was quite fair.

I put up a little fight but it wasn't long before I was behind the store counter on my knees, legs spread a little bit and using all that knowlege from hypno vides, porn, and practicing on my dildo from home on how to suck him off.

"god you desperate bitches really do it the best eh?”

"keep it going I want to feel my cock hitting the back of your throat."

were all things he said, and I won't lie it only turned me on. I wanted to please him more and didn't care if I had to be a stupid fuck toy to do it. Once that was over with he pulls me up by my hair, not caring how much it hurt me in anyway and bent me over the counter.

I couldn't help but squirm over all the tugging of my thong and what it was doing to my overstimulated cunt, it hurt really bad and whenever I got too loud his rough hand came down harshly on my as…he had no mercy. That was only the beginning though, I started losing it when he went to fuck my ass, it hurt so bad and he went in and out as he pleased with no such warnings.

For that two hours he owned me.

He did everything in his power to make things as painful as possible and put off his cumming because the deal was...

"I'll let you walk out of here as long as I get to cum."

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't asking him for more by that time though, when he'd finally came he crouched down to watch his milky essence drip from my once tight little asshole down to my pussy, of course I gave it a taste after that and shoved some into my pussy for him.

"your such a good slut, and see what'll happen if you try to forget your wallet again, I'll have you crying and drinking my piss...get out of here."

It's safe to say...I will be forgetting my wallet again.

[aphrogeneias]

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫, 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 — body worship

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

warnings: steve is kind of a perv in this, but we love it. mentions of male masturbation.

Steve didn't mean to eavesdrop.

He really didn't. He just happened to be restocking the Horror shelves — which had been a mess with Halloween around the corner — while you and Robin were apparently gossiping on the other side of it.

That wasn't uncommon. The three of you were always gossiping like three old ladies at the country club, the only difference is that you were underpaid young adults with too much private information in your hands. Who knew working at a video store would give you that much of a window into people's lives?

That's what Steve assumed you were doing. What you were actually talking about was much, much better.

"Steve hasn't been giving me fuck me eyes. He wouldn't even fuck me in the first place." You were whisper-yelling at your friend, and Steve almost felt guilty about hearing you. Almost.

"What? He totally would." Robin raised her voice a little too much, which prompted a noise that could only be a groan from you. "If you gave him a chance!"

"Robbie, have you seen the last girl he went out with? What's her name again, Hannah? Heidi?"

"Don't expect me to keep up with Steve's love life. The homeric proportions it's taking are too much for me."

"Whatever. Have you seen his ex-girlfriend? C'mon." You huffed, and Steve's heart broke a little over hearing just how wrong you were. "I'm not his type."

"You are even more clueless than I thought."

"I'm not clueless. I'm realistic. No matter how much I'd love that to be true, it's not."

His hands trembled a little as he kept shelving and organizing the tapes. Something in the back of his mind kept telling him that he wasn't supposed to know all that, he wasn't supposed to be aware of your insecurities, but he couldn't bear to be the cause of them.

Despite all that, he had to agree with Robin. He could almost laugh, if he hadn't had to pretend he wasn't listening. It was almost unbelievable how oblivious you were.

He was giving you fuck me eyes, uncontrolably so. He was giving you fuck me eyes because all he could think about was fucking you.

In his defense, that's not totally true. He did think about taking you on dates, and holding your hand. He thought about telling you how beautiful he thought you were, and about making you smile — but all that faded away when he thought about your body.

Since the day you first walked through the doors of Family Video, his eyes couldn't look away. The way you moves your hips when you walked, how you looked with your hair up and your neck was left exposed, making him think of all the ways he could make your skin rise with his lips and teeth on it.

He craved for the times where you would take the night shift on Saturdays with him, when the store closed at midnight, because that meant he would take you home in his car and he would be able to see the way your thighs spread when you sat on his passenger seat. He yearned to run a hand over it and squeeze, feeling your soft flesh under his big hands. Getting to the sacred place between them, feeling you wet and wanting on his fingers.

It was worse when the weather was hot and you used to wear skirts. It made him completely lose his train of thought, instead thinking about bending you over the counter, pushing aside whatever cute little pair of panties you were wearing and drive his aching cock into you until you were both satisfied.

It wasn't much better when you wore jeans, though. Not when he kept picturing his hands hugging your curves, not the fabric that made your ass look like it was sculpted. He'd make sure to walk behind you, as closely as possible, just to run a hand over your waist, or guide you the other away with his hands on your hips, just to get a small taste of it.

Getting a whiff of your signature scent and trying not to get hard, thinking about running his tongue all over your skin.

And when he was in bed late at night, after standing uncomfortably in his jeans all day, finally able to stroke his cock at the thought of you, all he could think of was what he was going to do if he had you right there. All the ways he would worship your body, not leaving a single inch of it untouched.

You, in the middle of his bed, legs spread for him to feast. You, on your stomach, pretty ass perked up for him to grab and grope while he thrust into you until you couldn't hold back screaming his name. You, on your knees, your perfect lips even more perfect around his cock. Burying his face on your tits, on your tummy, kissing you in all the places he wishes he could see.

He just needed to find a way to prove it to you.

[domreader-headcannon-scenarios]

If we're going for requests then I'd love a retake on WHB Satan's "demon energy" scene where he assumes that MC will be submissive but is swiftly corrected when he ends up on his back getting milked and overstimmed because the more energy the human gets the longer they stay alive, right? You might as well take as much as you can when you've got the chance

Yesss!! I actually adore this idea since the devils stop after one session, wouldn’t it so much smarter to milk them for all then can give? It would let you live longer than a few hours!

Also I cant belive I never thought about pre leaking from horns until I played this game!!)

(Imagine the kings not lasting as long as their subordinates<3)

Satan (overstim, milling, horn play (little bit), hair pulling, demon ‘energy’)

-

To have Satan, a king of Hell feeling you up and kissing you in your best friends room was…odd enough, you didn’t even notice you were on Minhyeok’s bed until Satan’s hands were on either side of your head.

You could feel him grinding against you, his arousal obvious as he growls, grinning down at you. “You look so good beneath me, don’t worry, I’ll take great care of you.” He hissed out. You raised an eyebrow.

Him taking care of you? Oh no no no, he must be mistaken.

You’d have to fix him.

You reach up as if to stroke his face, but reach past him, and grab a handful of his hair and yank down. Satan stiffens and resists only for you to yank harder, forcing his face right against yours. He moans in response, only egging you on.

“No, I’ll be taking care of you, ‘your Majesty’.” You felt his manhood give a clear throb against you. His clothes blocking the appendage from entering you as it’s owner grinds against you. You grab as much of his long hair as you could, twisting it in your hand before yanking with as much force as you humanly could to the side, making Satan lose balance and flop beside you.

You released his hair only to mount him.

“Oh, you’re far more brave than Solo-“ You try to grab his hair again to make him stop, but accidentally grab one of his horns. You on instinct stroke the smooth horn, it’s slick, your hand glides up it with ease. “O-oh! Fuck, like that!”

He bucks up involuntarily and you continue your stroking out of curiosity. He squirms under you, mewling and the second you bring your free hand to his other horn, his eyes close as he bites his lip. You hesitate upon feeling a liquid seeping from his horns.

“Oh shit, are you bleeding?” You ask as you let go of one of his horns to see the liquid was…white/clearish and didn’t gave a scent like blood would.

Satan tried to laugh but it turned to a moan when you leaned over and liked him his horn. It tasted…salty and it made your mouth water. “Oh, it’s what happens when demons enjoy things.” He half heartedly explained. “Ok, t-that’s enough teasing, I’m ready to take control again.” He moans out.

You laugh in response. “Satan, you’re not a king here, this isn’t even your room, I’m in charge here.” You yank his pants and undergarments down enough to free his cock. It stood up excitedly throbbing as pre leaked from the red tip. “So do I need to ingest your cum?”

Satan rolled his hips on instinct and his dick slaps against his stomach. “N-no I mean, it works best if it winds up inside you, or on you.” He shrugged. “Pretty much just let it touch you a-and it helps.” You see him pause for a second before he shouts. “Oh? You wanna dom me? Me!?” He barks out a laugh and gently shoved you.

“Satan, you are mine, I’m going to claim you today.” You purr out. He rolls his eyes but does not make an attempt to slip out from under you. You finally grab his cock, stroking it in tune with his horn, making him twitch his hips forward with every stroke.

Satan moaned in a feeble voice before he’s spilling cum into his out stomach. “J-just like that! F-fuck it feels amazing!” You could practically see hearts in his eyes as he bucks into your hand, he collapses against the bed and lets you stroke him past his orgasm. “I-ooh, hold on, it’s, it needs a few seconds between sessions.”

You didn’t stop or slow down, your strokes didn’t give him a break, instead causing some whimpers to escape him as he tries to wiggle free. “Calm down, I’m just getting the ‘energy’ I need, I mean I’ll be here for a while, right?”

Satan hesitantly stopped squirming, instead just twitching and trembling whenever your strokes get a particularly sensitive point. “T-take all you can, demons have great stamina!” He tried to boast even as you stimulate his cock and horn.

He tries to move you off of him only for your grip on his horn to tighten to a near hypnotizing tightness. You feel the clear liquid oozing from his horns. “Oh you like this?” You yank on his horn to force him to eye level with you. Satan follows your ‘guidance’ without resistance (though judging how sensitive his horns are, this might be as much resistance he can give.)

Satan hissed, making a half attempt to pull away when your nails graze his horns. “You-I-I’m supposed to be helping you!” You nod in acknowledgment.

“You aren’t really good at it. But I am feeling better! Maybe a few more times and I’ll be good!” Your hand sped up on his cock as your other hand clawed his sensitive horn. Satan cried out, bucking up on accident and spurring his next orgasm.

He gave a low growl as his swollen cock flexes a few times and he’s cumming on his own stomach again. This time you release his dick as soon as he’s done, but you move your now free hand to his free horn. “H-hey! Not so rough-“ He yelped upon feeling you claw at both his horns.

He’s whining and trying to get loose enough to give you a kiss, but you hold him down. “They are dense, so I cant cause much damage to them,” You pause getting an admittedly dumb idea. “Actually…if I grind on them, can you still get off to that?”

Satan’s face is deep scarlet but he’s grinning ear to ear. “F-fuck yes,” He pants out. “That sound a-amazing but for now, I need a breather Solomon-“ You rake your nails down both his horns, earning a shocked yelp. To your surprise, he cums yet again, though this time you admittedly start to feel better.

“I can feel the energy. I want more, Satan.” He lets out an exhausted whine, trying to push you away half heartedly. “Or maybe…I should go to your underlings for more.” You pretext to think it over and look him over. “Yeah, you look like you have no energy left, maybe I should get S-“

Right as you let go of him, he pulls you back, growling. “Please, I have plenty more energy to give.” He purrs out, licking the side of your face “and I’ll actually call you by your name.”

[ageingfangirl2]

Hello👋😊 I would like to know if it was possible to do a story in which Buggy(still a "prisoner" of the Straw Hats ) started to feel strange(in a good way of course) with Y/N. After a day, the Reader, who had the task of repairing any damage of the ship, but it was a very hot day and Y/N, in order to stay cooler while working, decided to take off her top, leaving just the bikini top and the shorts. But without realizing that she was being watched by a head👀🤭Buggy began to observe the drops of sweat running down to her back, chest and forehead, leaving him with a strange feeling about Y/N👀🤭❤️‍🔥

Sorry if the recommendation is too long😅😅

I Finally See You! Buggy (OPLA) *REQUEST* - Female Reader

Part 2

BUGGY

This was something I'd never live down, being held hostage, well my head being held hostage by a bunch of young adult pirates calling themselves The Straw Hat Pirates. When I first met them there were only three of them but now that number had doubled and I didn't like being outnumbered. They took it in turns looking after my head, but I hardly got taken out of that stinky bag they kept me in. Once I got my body back I'd bounce, and the next time they crossed me I would come out on top.

The only member of this stupid crew I could stand was y/n. I wasn't sure what they did, but they were quiet and kept to themselves making them an easy target. They had some past trauma and hardly any real-world experience so I could be a flirt and perverted and they took it on the chin. Until Zoro nearly threw me into the sea and told me to watch my tongue or lose it. y/n made an innocent remark asking if my tongue could also detach, and after a wink and a 'shall we find out together kitten' comment Zoro sent my head flying across the deck.

Y/N

It was a hot day and you'd told Luffy you'd fix the damage done by Garp, but working under the hot sun was intense. You were in a pair of shorts and a loose blouse now drenched in sweat which clung to your body. Thinking you are alone you take off the blouse revealing the skimpy blue bikini stop Nami had convinced you to buy and the matching bottoms under your shorts. Little did you know someone was watching you.

BUGGY

The dumb swordsman was sleeping again, this time finding himself shade while leaving me exposed in the sweltering sun. I was about to unload a range of colourful insults when the sound of hammering caught my attention. I hop a little on my barrel and gulp, my eyes fixated on y/n of all people. They were inches away from me bent over fixing the side of the ship unaware of my presence.

I assumed y/n was a prude only having seen them in trousers and long sleeves, but I licked my dry lips and raised my eyebrows seeing them in shorts that left little to the imagination and long legs that would be perfectly wrapped around my waist as they rode me.

I shake my head, what was I thinking? y/n was fun to mess with and nothing more.

Next thing I know y/n is taking off the blouse, and if I was attached to my body I might have just got a hard-on. Why did y/n choose to hide such a magnificent body? The blue bikini top is the same shade as my hair, and I vaguely remember y/n saying their favourite colour was blue. As y/n picks up a glass of water I allow my eyes to wander, like a moth to a flame. Noticing how small their hands were as they reached up to wipe sweat from their brow, but could probably easily wrap around my dick, and how when they arched their back their chest jutted out and little droplets of sweat run down them. Fuck, they would look good arching beneath me.

I curse and y/n gasps loudly hearing me, 'Oh my god--'

I smirk, 'Not god kitten, but I can be whoever you want me to be.'

I'm surprised they don't immediately cover up, instead leaning down to my height giving me a very nice view of their chest, 'Did Zoro leave you in the sun?'

I pout, playing the sympathy card, y/n was too nice and I loved attention, 'wouldn't even give me any water, I'm parched kitten.'

y/n liked cats so my nickname was appropriate, even if they didn't understand the real meaning behind it.

'You can share my glass Buggy, I'll scold Zoro later,' y/n huffs, clearly annoyed at the swordsman as they bring the water to my lips and I start drinking, 'I'll give them a right tongue lashing...I think I overheard Sanji say that once.'

I spit out the water and it lands on y/n's chest, soaking into the material, 'you're one of a kind y/n. if you need any advice I'm sure I could offer some lip service. Maybe when the others are sleeping.'

y/n blushes and I'm not quite sure if they understand me, 'I think we've both had too much sun Buggy, let's get us both inside and you can stay with me for the rest of the day.'

Before I can protest y/n picks me up, and for a split second I'm pressed between their breasts before they turn my head. y/n was going to be the death of me, and I wasn't going to look at them the same way ever again.

[avatarofcuriousity]

How and why Lilith didn't do anything wrong and still deserves justice.

(Or aka, me ranting about the corruption of the Celestial Realm once again)

(This is essentially just me rambling into the void, but it continues to fester in my mind, so please indulge me if you can lol)

Lilith, the 7 sin's sweet little sister who met an unfortunate fate; did NOTHING wrong. What she did was nothing worthy of the severe punishment that was given. It's one of the many instances of the Celestial Realm being corrupted, but it's THIS specific instance that makes my head spin.

For starters, no, Lilith did NOT get punished for falling for and being with a human. This is a common misconception, so I'd like to make that clear.

What Lilith got punished for; was stealing Celestial Realm food and altering a human's life-span. I am here today to discuss why there was entirely nothing wrong with Lilith's decisions and how the Celestial Realm's decisions were nothing but harmful and hypocritical.

Let's get this show rolling. Let's go over my First focus point: The Celestial Realm Food.

My first question; is why. WHY keep something that could be so valuable AWAY from humans? For angels, their very purpose is to help humans, to quite literally perform miracles. So why?

Why not cure this human of an incurable illness when it's so easy? Why do they INSIST on causing more pain to the human in suffering, as well as the people, and in this case, angels around them?

It's not like Lilith's lover was on his deathbed because of old age. It's not like it was his time. So what was stopping the Celestial Realm from just healing him in the first place?

There was nothing to lose. Lilith could've been happy, and with it, an entire WAR could've been avoided.

The fact that even later in the story, WITH MC, Celestial Realm food is just. Treated normally? It's literally one of the VERY first things that come up! That in Lesson 7, they have food served from different realms when staying at Diavolo's castle.

Devildom food on the first day, Celestial Realm food on the second day and Human World food on the third day.

You can make the argument that it could've been a very specific and special Celestial Realm food, after all, it DOES provide healing abilities. The problem with that is; it's a hypothetical. It could've been a very rare and special fruit, or it could've been the Celestial Realm equivalent to a fucking donut.

In the end; it's never stated to be anything special. All that is said is that it's simply made out to be ordinary Celestial Realm food. That's the plain and simple information given, and unless there's something specific we don't know about; we have to take this as fact.

If it's not stated in canon; then it's not canon. This is rule of thumb.

If we go with this, then we can make the argument that all Celestial Realm food is inherently healing to humans. At the end of the day, no one is batting a single EYE with MC eating Celestial Realm food.

Which brings me to my second focus point: No one is batting a single eye with Solomon being immortal.

Let's bring in another hypothetical! Let's just say that whatever Lilith's human lover ate, turned him immortal. I'll first mention how this is very unlikely if not impossible.

Lilith lived a happy life with her lover as a human. Lilith also died as a human. Why would Lilith's human lover be any different? Why would he continue living? If that were to be the case, you'd think that it would make itself a plot point or at least be mentioned; but it's not.

BUT. For the sake of this hypothetical; let's just pretend he turned immortal. Whether he is still living or got killed years ago; let's just assume he was/ is immortal. (Note: Immortal simply means living forever. This does NOT equal immunity and removing the chances of being killed or something happening to you. Tons of people don't know this, and it astonishes me, so please live your life with this knowledge)

So.

He's immortal.

deep inhale...

WHY IS THIS A PROBLEM. LIKE??? DO I EVEN. HAVE TO EXPLAIN MYSELF. AGGRESSIVELY POINTING TO SOLOMON HOW NO ONE HAS A SINGLE PROBLEM WITH HIM BEING IMMORTAL SO WHY DOES IT EVEN MATTER I SWEAR THE CELESTIAL REALM IS SO FUCKING HYPOCRITICAL AND MAKES ZERO SENSE AND--

Conclusion!

So, uh, yeah, Lilith did nothing wrong and I am 100% a Lilith apologist.

Yeah, no, I'm not ending there. I still have one more thing to add. A question I've asked more times than I can count.

Why?

Why couldn't Lilith's lover live? Why did Lilith have to be punished? Why did a war have to break out?

And since no one will be giving me an answer, I'm providing myself one:

Because they wanted this to happen.

Is it really that surprising? The Realm that has done nothing but scheme, manipulate and brainwash, (gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss) that they were the ones to set up the war? Because they wanted it to happen? And still, WHY? Why would they want this to happen?

Well, for one, if you read this other lil theory/ analysis that you should definitely check out by the way--

God is fucking SALTY.

I'm sorry, I genuinely can't describe it any better. Like. I. Yeah. That's. That's genuinely it. That's the summary, that's the conclusion.

Okai, fine I'll explain a bit more.

God wanted to get rid of anyone who opposed him.

The brothers were already on the brink of falling; even before the war and what happened with Lilith. The brothers, along with Lilith I'm sure; were already defying God and questioning the very system they have pledged their lives to. (Not that they had a choice) God saw this; and so he planned. Planned a war, or rather; an excuse to get rid of the brothers. The very ones that have started questioning and defying him; but never stating it outright.

And the other angels and the like; accepted this and followed like sheep, as an unfortunate truth as that is.

Lilith's crimes weren't because she fell in love with a human, and it wasn't because she altered a human's life-span. Lilith's crimes were because she was defying a corrupted system, a corrupted ruler.

And she paid the price for acting as the catalyst just so her brothers could follow down with her.

Wow! So! You made it! Allll the way down to the end of the post! You read it all, I'm so proud of you! Can't believe you'd listen to my silly lil ramblings, so thank you.

[odinsblog]

Elie Mystal covered the ridiculous, “Presidential Immunity” (aka, “Why Can’t Trump Be Treated Like A Dictator?”) case before SCOTUS

Dreeben: "BECAUSE THERE WEREN'T CRIMES!" (he didn't yell, I did, but he said "because there weren't crimes." )

Oh God, now Roberts wondering if they should send it back to the DC circuit because he's worried about presidents getting prosecuted in bad faith.

Roberts: "The court of appeals did not get into a focused consideration of what facts we're talking about or what documents we're talking about... they did not look at what courts usually look at when... taking away immunity."

Is this motherfucker serious? His argument is "Every president coups, why is mine getting charged?"

Thomas: Are you saying there's no immunity even for official acts?

And... that could be the ballgame

Roberts, Gorsuch, and Kavanaugh are more worried about a prosecutor going after a president for *political* reasons than A PRESIDENT TRYING TO OVERTHROW THE GOVERNMENT.

This is just about over.

And by "this" I mean the rule of law and by "over" I mean delayed indefinitely to help Trump.

Gorsuch suggesting that under the government's standard a president could be prosecuted for leading a "civil rights protest" in front of Congress and sought to "influence an official proceeding."

Yes, because Jan 6 and a fucking sit in are the same thing, Neil.

This is goddamn disgusting.

I'm going to keep listening because it is my literal job, but this is pretty much in the bag for Trump at this point. Remand to DC Circuit for decision on "official acts" and whether organizing a coup is one.

After November, if Trump loses, SCOTUS will return to the issue.

Alito: Are you really saying the president is subject to criminal laws like everybody else?

YES YOU DICK. THE PRESIDENT SHOULD BE SUBJECT TO THE LAWS LIKE EVERYBODY ELSE!

Alito: "I'm not talking about the particular facts of this case."

WHY? WHY THE HELL ARE NOT TALKING ABOUT THIS FUCKING CASE RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU?

The question I'd have for the SCOTUS now is: If you do this, why would a Republican president every peacefully transfer power again?

Democratic presidents will because Democrats follow rules that don't apply to the other side. But why would Republicans just leave *ever again*?

Alito: Couldn't FDR's decision to inter Japanese Americans during WWII be charged [as a crime]?

He says that LIKE THAT'S A BAD THING?

And Dreeben is trying to say that he couldn't.

This country, and specifically this court, is a fucking joke.

Now onto self-pardons. Alito is just playing all the Fox News hits now.

I'm going to smoke. Biden should send Seal Team 6 to Mar-a-Lago because according to Alito there's no downside.

Alito just suggested that the last election was "questionably decided"

I have left my body and am texting things I can't say aloud to my friends.

Kagan is like the first person to be asking about the actual criminal acts Trump is charged with.

I assume Alito is not listening because Kagan is a woman while Gorsuch is probably sitting there emailing the New York Times because they got something wrong on the Spelling Bee.

I see the internet is unimpressed with Dreeben but that's being a little unfair. The Republican justices want to do this, there's nothing that Dreeben could say to stop them.

What he *could* be doing was making their hypocrisy more clear for the non-legal media following along.

But... SCOTUS advocates have to preserve their ability to argue another day, and blowing up the justices in one case

A: Doesn't help them actually win the case.

B: Actively hurts them in the next one.

Kavanaugh: "Like Justice Gorsuch, I'm not concerned with the here and now of this case, I'm concerned about the future."

I don't know why this is acceptable. I do know that the justices are sure they are right about ignoring the facts of THIS ACTUAL CASE.

Kavanaugh... who WORKED FOR KEN STARR... is basically saying that Jack Smith is politically motivated and his appoint in unconstitutional.

It's... maddening. And most of the media reports will not even point out this hypocrisy.

The "independent counsel" law was rewritten into our current "special counsel" law BECAUSE of the shit Kavanaugh helped Starr do! Everybody was like "that crap can't happen again."

Somebody get @neal_katyal and @MonicaLewinsky on the phone to blow up this asshole.

@neal_katyal @MonicaLewinsky Every time I try to no have a stroke listening to this bullshit, they say something even more risible and stupid.

@neal_katyal @MonicaLewinsky Kavanaugh: "President Ford's pardon. Hugely unpopular when he did it... now probably looked on as one of his better decisions."

What? WHAT? WHO THE FUCK THINKS FORD'S PARDON OF NIXON WAS A GOOD IDEA? WHEN DID I DIE AND GO TO HELL????

@neal_katyal @MonicaLewinsky This could be a men v. women 5-4 ruling.

Men: Let's kick this back to DC to further delay Trump's trial.

Soto, Kagan, Jackson: Why? That's fucking dumb.

Barrett: Ladies, I agree with you, but we shouldn't call the men fucking dumb. We should politely disagree.

@neal_katyal @MonicaLewinsky We're past the two and half hour mark for an argument where the Republican justices made their decision when they were appointed, some of them decades ago.

@neal_katyal @MonicaLewinsky KBJ is closing by trying to answer all of Gorsuch's questions, which would be effective if Gorsuch operated in good faith. But... he doesn't. So...

@neal_katyal @MonicaLewinsky I had hoped that *one* of the liberal justices would have made the point from the Common Cause brief, highlighting that the whole point of what Republican justices are doing is to give Trump delay.

Not a persuasive argument for the justices, but good for the media to hear.

@neal_katyal @MonicaLewinsky The case is submitted. Court doesn't come back till May 9th which will be a decision day.

But I think they won't decide *this* case until July 3rd for max delay. And that decision will be 5-4 to remand the case back to DC, for additional delay.

@neal_katyal @MonicaLewinsky I wish I had better news for you. Thanks anyway for following along with our national descent into madness.

[glorious-spoon]

Hi :) I hope I'm not too late, I'd love prompt no.7 for buck and eddie :)

hi, and thank you! sorry it's so late! <3

7. a kiss to shut them up

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"Your timing is fucking terrible," Eddie hisses, sounding halfway to laughing his ass off.

Buck dissolves into giggles, pushing his face into Eddie's warm shoulder in a futile attempt to muffle them. Partly, it's sheer surprise; for someone whose career trajectory has consisted of war zones and emergency services, Eddie really doesn't swear that much. Buck assumes it's mostly for Christopher's sake, plus maybe a lingering childhood terror of what his abuela would do to him if she ever heard the word fuck leave his mouth.

Mostly, though, it's because—shit, he's right, he really is. Buck has never had so much as a nodding acquaintance with good timing. He fell in love with Abby while her mom was dying in her living room. He fell in love with Eddie—well, a long time ago, in retrospect, but he realized he was in love with Eddie when they were still both dating other people. 

And right now, he's got Eddie backed into a literal storage closet at his sister's literal wedding. He's supposed to make a toast in about ten minutes. Chimney is never going to let them hear the end of it if he catches wind of this.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry," he hiccups, and Eddie snickers and pats his back in the close darkness. Buck can feel the shape of his grin against his forehead. His plush lower lip, which Buck was just kissing.

"Shush."

"I was gonna wait for the reception. Honest." He had an entire plan. He was going to give his toast—his notes are still crumpled in his jacket pocket—and finish his glass of champagne, and ask Eddie to dance. After that, his plan loses detail, but he did have one.

"Mm. Glad you didn't."

"Yeah? Why's that?"

"Well," Eddie says, catching his cheek and turning him slightly. "Means I can do this again, for one thing."

He's being kissed again a moment later, languidly sweet and somehow even more thrilling than the first one was. It's not like he thought Eddie wasn't on board with this; Eddie kissed him back then, too. But now there's no surprise in it at all, and that makes it better.

"You could do that on the dance floor," Buck says, then cringes a moment later. Because just because—this doesn't mean Eddie wants an audience. Or wants anyone to know. Or wants anything at all, other than to make out with Buck in this linen closet in the nice outdoor venue that Maddie and Chim chose while the loudspeakers play some sweetly forgettable pop song over the sound of the wedding guests filtering in.

"Definitely can't do everything I want on the dance floor," Eddie says, low and dark and promising.

"Eddie."

"Just saying."

Buck laughs again, a little hysterical. "You've, uh, you've been thinking about this, huh?"

"Yeah," Eddie says easily. "Glad you finally did something about it. I would have just wound myself up with nerves forever."

"I was going to ask you to dance," Buck blurts.

"Yeah?" Eddie asks. He's smiling; Buck can hear it in his voice. Wishes suddenly that he could see it on his face too. It seems suddenly ridiculous that they're crowded in a fucking closet. Not the metaphorical vibe he was going for.

"Yeah," Buck says.

"I would have said yes."

"Oh," Buck says, and it's shaky, a little. Tellingly shaky. Eddie's hand is warm and gentle on his cheek, his voice soft.

"I'm still gonna say yes. If you ask."

Buck breathes out softly, relieved. "Maybe you'll ask me."

"Maybe I will."

"Maybe we should get back out there before—oh shit," he adds, when the nearest door swings open. Footsteps clatter on the flagstones, and realistically Buck really should shut up now, but he's never been good at that. "Eddie, if we get caught in here Maddie is gonna—actually, you know what, Chimney is gonna kill us, and—"

He can't keep talking, abruptly, because he's being kissed again, with a thoroughness that makes him dizzy. Eddie's got his hands fisted in Buck's lapels, and his mouth is hot and insistent, and Buck could stay here happily forever, he thinks dizzily.

"Shh," Eddie whispers when they finally break apart, so Buck kisses him again instead of talking. They lose a happy few minutes like that before finally breaking apart, breathing quietly.

"I think the coast is clear," Buck whispers after a moment. Eddie hums a quiet assent, so he pushes the closet door open.

The coast is clear, for now. The terracotta flooring echoes like crazy; nobody's gonna sneak up on them now. But Eddie looks exactly like someone was just making out with him in a storage closet, and Buck suspects he's not much better off, by the glint in Eddie's eyes: half familiar fond amusement, half something else entirely.

"I have to go make a speech," Buck says, as much to his own libido as anything else.

"Uh huh," Eddie says, and does not stop looking at him like that.

Before either of them can try to fix their clothes, or take a step closer, there's a sharp rap at the door. They jump apart just as Hen ducks her head in and gives them a deeply amused look.

"They're asking for you, Buckaroo," she says.

"Oh, I, um, yeah," Buck says, and pats his pocket frantically. He's desperately glad he kept his notes; his entire speech has flown out of his head.

Eddie starts laughing quietly. Hen scoffs and steps into the room.

"Come here," she says, briskly twitching Buck's collar straight and tugging her fingers through his hair.

"You're not gonna fix Eddie up, too?" Buck asks, because there's clearly no point in denying what they were just up to.

"He's not giving a speech," Hen retorts. She steps back, pats his cheek lightly, and smiles. "Not that it would matter, honestly. Those two don't have eyes for anyone other than each other right now. You could show up naked and I doubt they'd notice."

Eddie sputters; Buck laughs out loud. Because he gets that; he gets it intimately. Even now, he can't stop looking at Eddie. Doesn't ever want to stop looking at him, but especially now, in this moment of thrilled wonder. "Yeah, okay."

"Come on," Hen says. She starts back out of the room, toward the reception, and as they fall into step behind her, Buck reaches shyly for Eddie's hand and finds him already reaching back.

-

(from these kiss prompts)

[mira-miraaa]

I Still Don’t Like You

✧ pairing: uni student!eren x fem!reader

✧ summary: while waiting for your friend, armin to arrive, you’re unfortunately stuck with his unsociable and unbearable roommate, eren. and as the storm rages on outside, you and eren find every little single thing to bicker about until all that frustration morphs into lust.

✧ content: 18+ MDNI, one shot, uni au, hatesex kind of-ish, thigh riding, penetrative sex, mild degradation, teasing, spanking, dirty talk, creampie, daddy kink, forced proximity, unprotected sex, wc 5.4k

✧ note: trying to write a hatesex scene but i’m too much of a softie so let’s see how this goes

The chime of the doorbell, followed by three knocks, came as a nuisance to Eren, who was too busy playing a video game. He assumed the person on the other side would get the hint that no one would answer, but by the fourth knock, he forced himself off the sofa. He should've guessed it was you - no one else was as persistent. And no one else would be outside while it was pouring rain. Yet, you were there, clothes drenched and shoes stained with grass blades and mud.

"Armin isn't here," Eren said, ready to shut the door.

"I know," you replied. "He told me to wait since he'll be back soon. He said he would send you a text telling you I'd stop by."

"Well, he didn't." He confirmed confidently, even though he hadn’t checked his phone in the past hour.

"He said he did."

"Nope."

Eren noticed your jaw clench before you pulled your phone from your pocket and began scrolling. He sighed, leaning his weight onto the doorframe as he waited for you to shove the device in his face. He read the exchanged messages, and you weren't lying. Armin did tell you to “make yourself at home” while he was away. Well, shit, Eren thought. He couldn't send you away. If he did, Armin would have a field day lecturing him about how he shouldn't be so rude. Lucky for you, Eren didn't want to listen to Armin's speeches.

"Take your shoes off." He begrudgingly opened the door wider.

"I was planning to."

To Eren's surprise, Armin, in fact, did send a message alerting him about your arrival. Followed by a string of texts asking why he wasn't responding and warning him not to ignore the doorbell. Eren tossed his phone back onto the sofa after sending an "okay" back as a response. It was an hour too late, but at least he had replied. After a few seconds, you appeared in the living room while Eren was already settled on the couch, placing his headphones back on paying no attention to you.

“Who was at the door?” Jean’s voice asked though the headset.

“Armin’s friend.”

“Who?” Jean persisted.

“Some chick.” He responded annoyed by Jean's questions. “Reiner! We were supposed to head right not left!” Eren shouted, throwing his hands in the air.

“The pretty one?” Reiner piped up.

“Now you pay attention?” Eren scoffed.

“Well, is it her?” Jean added.

“Yeah, now pay attention.” Eren rolled his eyes as the two idiots continued to talk about you. They were barely paying any attention to the game. Eren didn’t understand why they were so taken by you. Sure, you weren’t ugly, but you were annoying and rude. So fucking rude. It pissed him off.

Despite his evident dislike toward you, his friends - mainly Armin - didn't comprehend why there was animosity. Armin and the others saw you as this sweet girl, but Eren knew it was just a façade. You had shown him how cruel you really were months ago at a party. And ever since that interaction, he decided you were one of the worse people he had ever met. You were bossy, a know-it-all, and had such a smart mouth. He could never say anything because if you were around, you would correct or say something back. It was like you were trying to irritate him on purpose.

"Dude, what the fuck! Why the hell did you just kill me!" Jean yelled.

"Because you won't shut up." Eren smiled, feeling proud that he hadn’t missed his shot.

"Let's just focus; we're going to lose at this point," Reiner interrupted, exasperated by the constant fighting.

Unlike Eren, who had turned in his assignment a day early, his two friends had procrastinated until the last minute. Jean would've stayed longer to finish the game; however, Reiner persuaded him to log off immediately by reminding him his grade would drop. Eren was about to join a random team until he remembered you were there. Where the hell is she? He immediately thought you were snooping around. It sounded like something you would do. Scared by that thought, Eren walked down the hall to see the bathroom light on. He was about to turn around, but considering you had been there for a while, he decided to knock. 

"Uh, are you alright in there?" He cringed at his sudden awkwardness.

You opened the door enough to see Eren. He stood there, arms crossed with the same bored expression he always had. Would it kill him to at least politely smile? Anytime you encountered him, he was always in a sour mood. He was the definition of moody. But alas, he had let you enter his home, so the least you could do was be civil. “Can I borrow the hairdryer? My hair and clothes are cold and damp.”

“That's why you've been here all this time?"

“Would you rather me sit on the sofa with wet clothes?”

Eren sighed, running his hand through his loose hair before he looked at you. “Fine.”

Eren muttered something under his breath, but you didn't pay much attention. It was likely one of his many complaints about your presence. Instead of retorting back, you smiled and closed the door. It was best to avoid him as much as possible. You knew he didn't like you. Eren never tried to hide how much your mere existence bothered him. But you didn’t care. You couldn’t stand him either.

Once the warm air touched your skin, the goosebumps began to disappear. And you wished you had worn a raincoat instead of your favorite cardigan. Your jeans and socks were also damp, clinging uncomfortably onto your skin. Directing the heat toward the denim, you hoped it would make the material dry a smidge. However, it left your legs feeling colder once you removed the warm air back to your hair. It would likely turn into a frizzy mess, but you would deal with that later. At least this waterproof makeup is doing its job, you thought. 

Two knocks on the door were followed by Eren's voice. You cracked the door open again, noticing the clothes draped over Eren's forearm. "Here." He said, extending out the clothes. "Might be big, but it's better than the clothes you have on."

"Thank you, very thoughtful."

"I just don't want the couch getting wet," he stated. You shrugged, unbothered by his comment. You were too happy taking the dry clothes from him to bother with his attitude. "We can throw your clothes in the dryer."

"Thanks."

"Sure." And with that short response, he left.

Sometimes Eren's aloofness amused you, but most of the time, you found it off-putting. There were instances where Eren's snarky comments made you bite back. Especially when he muttered something under his breath. It was one of his annoying habits. He was always mumbling complaints about everything. Someone could trip in front of him, and he would be irritated at them for blocking his path.

Eren's irritable demeanor was the reason neither could get along in the first place. If it weren't for his snappy attitude, you and he might have been able to get along. But getting along with Eren was as unlikely as winning the lottery.

You had little interest in forming a friendship with him, yet sometimes you wondered how things might have turned out if neither insulted the other. Maybe if you hadn't said that his ex-girlfriend made the right choice dumping him, because who would want to date a guy with commitment issues, anyway? Your dig at him was based on rumors you heard on campus. You didn't know if he was unloyal, nor did you know who his ex was. At the time, though, it seemed like a valid response. Your anger drove you to say those things after he commented on your relationship.

Somehow, Eren knew about your cheating boyfriend, and you deciding to give the guy a second chance. Eren was sure to judge you for continuing to date your then-boyfriend. According to Eren, you only gave the relationship another try because you had unresolved abandonment issues. He could've stopped there, but he continued to talk, informing you that he had enough self-respect to accept when a relationship was over. Never had you ever hated someone so much on the first day of meeting them.

Neither you nor Eren ever apologized. You tried to move on, but sometimes you still heard his judgmental voice. Because in the end, he was right; trying to save the relationship was a disaster waiting to happen. When you finally broke up, you cried for days because you regretted not listening to the jerk. Knowing how little he cared, he had probably forgotten the entire fiasco. Pushing the unpleasant memory aside, you changed into the soft cotton black tee with some obscure band name. After securing the oversized shorts, you headed out of the restroom to find Eren immersed in his digital world.

"Where's the dryer? I can go ahead and start it." You said, gaining a glance from Eren. It wasn't until his eyes scanned your attire that you became hyperaware of how ridiculous you must look.

"The dryer is a pain in the ass, but lucky for you I've dealt with it enough to get it to work." He commented as he led you down the hall.

"Why don't you fix it?"

"If I knew how I would." He answered with an annoyed tone.

"Right." Calm down, he lent you clothes, you reminded yourself as your grip tightened on the wet fabric. "Why not call maintenance?"

"We have. The guy "fixed" it, but it still takes a few tries to properly work."

You quietly followed Eren toward the door adjacent to the restroom. While you waited for him to get the machine working, you glanced toward the bedroom across the hall. Similar to the living room, the room had floor-to-ceiling windows with a perfect view of the city’s skyline. The sky was grey, and in the distance, heat lightening illuminated the clouds while the rain continued to slide down the glass. It was a view you loved to admire each time you visited Armin.

“This place is pretty fancy,” you commented. “Surprising how they can’t fix a dryer.”

“That's what I said,” he grumbled.

“I wouldn’t mind though,” you added. “I mean with a view like this a dryer isn’t much of an issue.”

“You say that because you didn’t deal with it pausing every two minutes.”

“No, I say that because I mean it.”

Eren stared at you for a split second before returning his attention to the dryer. He mumbled, as usual, before telling you to toss your clothes in. The dryer made a few hazardous sounds before the clothes began to tumble. Eren didn't seem worried about the noises, so you trusted a fire wouldn't spark.

“Thanks again.”

“Sure.”

“Haven’t you ever heard of saying you’re welcome?”

“And you know you don’t have to thank people for mundane things?”

“I’m just being polite.”

"So, let me get this straight, you thank people for politeness' sake, not because you mean it?

“I mean it.”

“Now that’s bullshit.” Eren turned around and began walking back to the living room, where he sat back down, controller in hand, ready to resume his game. You sat on the opposite edge of the couch, arms crossed, trying to ignore him.

“You know-“Eren's humorless chuckle interrupted you. “What?” You snapped.

“Took you less than two minutes to bring the subject up again.” He said, eyes glued to the screen as his fingers effortlessly controlled his character. “I thought it would take you about five before you started saying stuff.”

“Why are you like this? You can't read me-“

“I can.”

“No, you can’t. You’re just an ass.”

“What happened to being polite, sweetheart?”

Sweetheart? The word made your blood boil. No, it wasn't the word; it was his arrogant tone. If he was trying to be belittling or intimidating, he failed. However, he had resurfaced your anger. I can't fucking stand him, you bitterly thought. You couldn't stand how he continued to play his stupid game. You hated how he lazily sat, manspreading, entranced with the virtual world. You despised how he easily ignored your presence like you didn't matter.

 Instead of retorting back, you sat silently, watching the rain hit the window repeatedly as thunder rumbled between the clouds. Sometimes your gaze would land on Eren's side profile, dark brows furrowed as the annoying clicking continued. He rarely moved, and if he did, it was to pop his knuckles or neck before muttering an insult to another player.

After what felt like an eternity sitting there without talking, Armin's incoming felt like a gift from the heavens. “Hey,” Armin said. “Sorry for the wait! I thought I would be back by now, but I'm still at my parent's house. I'm sorry."

"It's fine," you reassured. "Better to be safe at home than driving in this weather."

“I just wasted your entire evening. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“It’s okay; I had already set this time apart anyway."

“Not taking no for an answer,” Armin said. “I’ll order dinner next time we meet.”

"Can't say no to that."

If you weren't too focused on listening to Armin suggesting a day that would work for both, you would have sworn you heard Eren scoff. You didn't want to believe his discontent was because of you, but you couldn't rule it out either. Everything you did always seemed to annoy him. Ignoring Eren, you continued to talk to Armin for a few more minutes before saying goodbye.

“Is it okay to stop the dryer?” And for the first time since you had sat down, he looked at you. “I want to change before I leave. I do not want to look like a kid who raided their great-uncle's closet."

A slight smile tugged at his lips, but it disappeared as quickly as it appeared. “You look fine.”

“I don’t think so, but that is not the point. I need my clothes.”

“My clothes are not something a great-uncle would wear,” Eren said, completely ignoring everything else.

“Eren, seriously I don’t have time to argue with you - again.”

“We're not arguing,” he smiled, crossing his arms across his chest. “Just a difference of opinion.”

“That’s literally how arguments begin,” you groaned.

“But it’s raining.”

“So?” You deadpanned. “I drove over here in the rain, and you didn’t seem to question that.”

“But it’s really raining. And you said it is better to stay indoors than to drive in this weather."

“Fine, be that way. I’ll just break your precious dryer.” You said heading directly toward the machine that sounded like it was about to combust. At the sound of the controller hitting the coffee table, you quickened your pace.

“Don’t,” Eren warned.

Eren’s hand wrapped around your wrist, but he was mistaken to think that would halt you. You yanked yourself from his grasp and reached for the doorknob. Eren’s hands grabbed your waist, pinning you against his chest within a blink of an eye.

“Why don't you ever listen?" It was more of an observation than a question; either way, it annoyed you.

“You say that as if you do," you scoffed.

You angled your neck to make eye contact to find he was already looking at you. The close proximity magnified as a whiff of his cologne hit you. You could tell it was the same scent on the tee you wore. But on Eren, the intensity of the cardamom was seductive and sweeter.

"Someone needs to teach you how to be nice."

"Like who? You?" You rolled your eyes. "You're worse than me."

Eren's brows furrowed; you were really testing his patience. And if he was a real asshole like you claimed he was, he would have kicked you out the second you opened your mouth. That fucking mouth of yours that said all the right things to push his buttons. And those lips. Those kissable lips of yours that he wanted to have against his. But kissing you was a bad idea. Instead of acting on a regrettable impulse, he leaned closer to your ear and whispered. "Exactly like me, sweetheart."

Eren smirked, content that his little comment made you finally shut the hell up. He dropped his hands and walked past to open the dryer. Your clothes were still damp, but if you wanted to wear uncomfortable clothes in the pouring rain, who was he to stop you?

"Doubt you're capable of anything," you impulsively said as Eren faced the machine. "You're all talk, Eren. Guys like you only say shit because they have some ego issues." 

"Guys like me? Or do you mean guys like your ex?" He chuckled, glancing over his shoulder. The dryer door shut, and Eren turned around, your clothes in his hands as he approached you. He stood so close. His addicting cologne engulfed you, and all you wanted was to drown in his scent all night. "Doubt that scumbag is anything like me. Believe it or not, I'm fun to be around."

Your fingertips brushed Eren's skin as you reached for your clothes. The brief touch left you curious to feel his body; you wondered if his arms and chest were as soft. Once those lustful thoughts began infiltrating your brain, it was a warning sign that you needed to leave. Whatever sort of twisted game you found yourself in had to end. However, this dance of push and pull fueled your adrenaline. You wanted to see how far you could go. How far Eren was willing to go.

“According to who?” You challenged.

“You sure know how to be annoying as hell.”

“Not my question.”

“Don’t care.”

The distance separating you from Eren was gone. You were uncertain if you had stepped closer or vice versa, but it did not seem to matter. It didn't matter when the damp clothes dropped to the ground or when you felt your back touch the wall. It mattered less when his lips hovered a millimeter from yours, his palms flat against the wall, caging you in.

“Why don't I just show you.”

Your usual self would have said that you wouldn't want him to show you even if he was the last man on Earth. That you rather be celibate for the rest of your life. But you ached for him. Badly enough that you nodded with a soft okay before his lips were on yours. You sighed into the desperate kiss. Never had you kissed someone with so much heated need. All your emotions washed over you, reminding you how much you hated him. Hated how he wore the same rude, bored expression whenever he saw you. Hated how he seemed to talk to other people kindly while he usually dismissed everything you said. Hated the way he never greeted you. Hated how you heard stories about him with his friends and how nice he was, yet with you, he was as dull as a rock.

As Eren slightly tugged on your lower lip before caressing his tongue into your mouth, you felt yourself pour that hostility into the kiss. Eren reciprocated with equal heated fervor. You felt it in his hands as they traveled down your body, cupping your breast before going down toward your ass, giving it a tight squeeze. You sensed his self-conflict as your arms wrapped around his neck as he trailed kisses down your neck.

“Eren,” you sighed, feeling him press his thigh between your legs, aiding that desperate ache. You felt your sex begging for attention. Pleading Eren to soothe that burning desire you felt deep within you.

“You drive me insane.” He added pressure, and you hummed, rolling your hips slightly. “I want to punish you for all the headaches you give me while you’re begging for more.”

“You’re a lunatic.”

"And you're needy."

"I hate you so much."

"I hate you even more," he smirked, tugging down the waistband of the shorts you wore. The moment the fabric pooled at your feet, Eren caressed your ass, hooking his fingers onto the panties, but he didn't remove them. Instead of giving you what you wanted, his thigh lightly bounced against your center. The wet spot on the fabric damped at the feeling, and the satisfied smile on his face told you he noticed.

"Show Daddy what a needy slut you are."

The warmth in your cheeks grew hotter as your hips moved. You wanted to control yourself, to prove you did not want him. However, your body told another story. Your deep, shaky breath and the eager rocking of your hips were a dead giveaway.

"Eren, please."

"Please what?" You wanted to smack that smug look off his face so badly. You wished you could tell him he did not affect you. Because if you conceded, it contradicted everything you had ever said about him. Your claims about him being an average-looking guy who probably couldn't please would be thrown out the window. All the times you said you would never let him touch you when others seemed to be in line for a fraction of his attention would be lies.

Don't fight it. Tell him.

"Touch me." You caved in.

"Where? Here?" He peppered kisses down your jawline, nipping at the skin. "Or maybe here?" You breathed in deeply, feeling a light spank on your ass. "Perhaps you mean here?" His fingertips tapped on the wet spot between your legs. "It's here, isn't it?"

"There. Right there."

"See? Not so difficult," he chuckled, moving your panties to the side. You felt relieved, feeling two of his fingertips finally touch your aching core. He hummed against your ear as he touched and caressed your folds, gathering your arousal on his fingers. "Mmm, baby, you're so wet for me."

Without warning, Eren dipped two fingers into your entrance, slightly curling the digits before gliding them back out. You bit your lip to stop yourself from whining. You didn't want to inflate Eren's ego any further by letting him know you missed that brief touch. Your resolve didn't last more than a minute. His fingers were long, reaching places you couldn't. His knuckles grazed your folds the deeper he went, weakening your knees.

Eren could feel his dick fucking pulsing. He could feel that ache, that need to be inside your warmth, growing as he worked his fingers inside you. He wanted his dick to be hugged by your walls, but he was stubborn and wanted to see you beg for him. He needed to push you to the edge until you regretted being such a nuisance in his life. Wanted to show you just how much he couldn't stand you. How much your unpleasant attitude toward him irked him. He hated everything you did. He hated how your lips curved into a bright smile when you found something funny. He hated how you talked to him like he was nothing more than Armin's roommate. Most of all, he hated how you tried to befriend him that night months ago before it all went to shit.

Stretching you with his fingers wasn't enough. He needed to feel every inch of you with his cock buried deep inside you while you cried out his name. He wanted to fuck you into oblivion so you would never forget how good he made you feel. And if you ever came crawling back begging for more, Eren would gladly fuck you again and again. Until no one else could ever satisfy your needy cunt. He slipped his fingers out and placed them inside your mouth, your tongue cleaning them off like the good girl you were.

"Tell me what you want, baby." His question made the knot in your stomach tighten. And you knew the correct response, but he had teased you so much it was only fair he got a taste of his own medicine.

"Take off your shirt."

"Curios aren't you," he grinned, pulling the black tee off and tossing it carelessly onto the ground. You tried to maintain a neutral expression, but fuck. When Armin mentioned Eren didn't skip a day at the gym, he wasn't lying. The guy was toned. His shoulders were broad, and his collarbones were visible enough to caress. The lower your eyes traveled down his torso, you realized you were unapologetically ogling him, and it seemed to boost his ego. Of course, it did. "You can touch me y'know." He brought your hand onto his chest.

Despite trying to act nonchalant, your eager fingertips began to trace his collarbone, down the crevasse between his pecs, the ripples of his abs until you reached his happy trail. You looked up at him and watched how his adam's apple bobbed as you traced the outline of his bulge.

“You're hard." You looked at him with lustful eyes, hand sliding into the fabric until you cupped his length. It delighted you to see his unbothered expression finally breaking. He held his lower lip between his teeth. He was holding back. You were beginning to understand why he enjoyed tantalizing you. Watching as he tried to keep his composure made the wait a hundred times better.

"I want you," you finally confessed, pulling his sweatpants and briefs down. He was bigger than you anticipated. You would be lying if it didn't worry you, but you knew the pleasure you would feel from him would be worth it. So fucking worth it. You slipped off the baggy tee, and Eren's eyes devoured your frame with such desire it made your heart palpitate. Eren's arms wrapped around your body as he brought you closer to him, holding the back of your neck, deepening the kiss. Unlike the first time, this kiss was filled with an unknown passion and gentleness that surprised you.

"I want you too," he said, fingertips unclasping your bra before tossing it aside to be forgotten. His large hands cupped and kneaded at your breasts before he leaned down to lick around the areola. Your hands cradled his head as his tongue flicked the nipple and his mouth sucked, leaving your heart racing faster from the teasing touches.

"Daddy, please, I need you," you begged, tugging on his long, soft hair.

"Are you going to be a good girl for me?" You nodded, anticipation was eating you up and there was nothing else that you wanted more than Eren between your legs. "Turn around."

God, if Eren had known you actually listened during sex, he would've fucked you long ago. You didn't argue at all! Not one bit as you set your forearms flat against the wall, ass toward him, eagerly waiting for him to fuck you. Eren couldn't wait, either. Once you walked out of that bathroom wearing his shirt, he cursed his mind for going directly into the gutter. He couldn't help himself. All he could think of was you walking around his apartment, wearing his clothes with nothing else underneath. And now that you were there, ready to take him in, he was looking forward to enjoying every inch of you. All that was between him and your pussy was your sopping underwear. Eren wanted to rip them off you but knew you would whine about it, and he didn’t want to argue. Not now when he was so close to feeling you. So, like the gentleman he was, he removed them without tearing them apart.

And you were so wet. So fucking wet, that he wondered if arguing with him turned you on. He would not be surprised if it was some sick foreplay you liked. That possibility made his eagerness grow. He knew exactly how he would continue to torture you when you pissed him off. The look on your face, if he ever insinuated that you might be getting wet while arguing, would be golden. Yet, that would have to wait. Right now, all he was focused on was spreading your legs apart as he ran his tip against your folds. The sinfulness of your arousal glistening against his skin made him harder. He spat into his hand, giving himself a few strokes watching as you waited impatiently for him. He gave your ass a slap, jolting you forward when he saw your hand snaking down to your clit.

"Be patient."

"It's not fair," you whined.

"Needy, pathetic slut." He gave your ass another loud smack, inciting a lewd moan from you. He smiled, caressing the skin as you hummed, pressing your ass against his cock. "I'll tell you what's not fucking fair," he said, slipping his tip into you. "You and your assumptions - ah, fuck - about me - hell, you're so tight, baby."

Eren stretched you out so well that you felt like you had just entered heaven. He stayed there briefly, allowing you to adjust before pulling out slowly. You sighed upon feeling him again, but he didn't give you time to settle to his girth. His first few thrusts were gentle, but he seemed as desperate as you to feel that unadulterated bliss from fucking someone hard and fast. And that's what he proceeded to do. He fucked you like you were his and no one else's. Like if he was trying to prove a point that no one else would ever please you as he could. And perhaps he was right. You were enjoying feeling him slide in and out, skin against skin, as you moaned, begging for more.

Lightning illuminated the corridor as the rain continued to wash over the city. Moans and grunts intertwined with the echoes of thunder. Within a momentary stillness, you were able to hear your unsteady breath. You were able to focus on the pleasurable sensations running through your body. And you could also hear him. Could hear his soft breathing and even softer grunts like he was trying to keep himself from moaning. He was likely trying to be discreet about his own growing needs. Despite his efforts, you could feel he was enjoying himself. His hard shaft slipping in and out of your warm, tight cunt was all the confirmation you needed.

“I know you can go harder, Daddy,” You managed to say, trying to tease him but you couldn’t convey anything else other than pleasure. You yelped, as Eren’s palm sent a hot, stinging vibration down your ass. You tightly closed your watering eyes and tried to muffle your whimper with your hand.

“Too much for you, sweetheart?” Eren mocked, soothing the reddened skin. You shook your head, and he pulled out, turning you around to face him. He pressed you against the wall, hooking one of your legs to his hips.

"Want to see your face as I cum inside you."

"Already?" You smugly smiled.

“Starting to remember why I can’t stand you.”

“Yet, here we are.”

Your nails dug into Eren's shoulders the second he pushed into you. He wasn't holding back. He was sending you into another world. A world that muddled your thoughts and overwhelmed your senses. A place where you could feel his tip kiss that sweet spot deep within you. His kisses on your neck were sloppy, interrupted by his unsteady breathing as he continued to fuck you mercilessly.

"Touch yourself." And so you did.

As your senses became hazy, nothing else around you mattered. Not the thunderstorm outside, your schoolwork, or potentially getting caught by Armin. Nothing seemed to matter except you and Eren, seeking that release you both craved. As you felt yourself nearing your sweet release, you cried out Eren's name. It no longer mattered that he was the guy that angered you. He made you feel so good you were starting to forget why you hated him. All those reasons seemed unimportant. Having him praise you as you came undone under his touch was all you needed to hear.

"Good girl," he cooed. "I'm close too, baby."

You pulled him into a kiss as you felt him filling you up. Felt how some of his semen seeped through you. How it was shoved back in with his erratic thrusts. You glanced down, watching as your bodies connected in the rawest form imaginable. His movements slowed down, and he lifted your chin with his fingertip. You loved how his emerald eyes were looking at you. Not with hate or disdain but with lust and some distant adoration. You loved it. Loved how all his attention was on you and nothing else.

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[sinsandsweetness]

Desperate (sex and zombies- chapter 14)

pairing- {Daryl x fem!reader}

summary- You find yourself needing a helping hand.

warning- 18+ content, immediate smut, no plot just absolute filth, humiliation, dirty talk, fingering, slight crybaby reader?

notes- If you are here for the overall plot, this scene would be placed back in the prison, before things actually pick up with Rick. During the week while they are ignoring each other because he lost it on her.

*For that sweet anon who wanted another Daryl chapter; I assumed you liked 'transient' because of his attitude and dirty talk, so I tried to keep that in. Let me know if this satisfied your needs <3

You laid there, shaking and whimpering like a little bitch. Overaware of your own sounds, covered in a light sheen of sweat, with the sheets kicked to the edge of the bed. Hand in your shorts, and fingers stuffed up your cunt as far as you could manage. It wasn't enough. You'd been at it for an hour at least. Breathing all heavy and fucking your own hand, trying to find some kind of relief in the heat of the non air conditioned prison. Sexually frustrated from... well everything really. Rick mostly. Him losing it on you. You were avoiding him like the plague, afraid to make him any more mad. Afraid that he'd hold a grudge, and that you'd never even have a shot with him. As silly as it sounded, it is what you'd wanted from the start, so you really didn't want to fuck up your chances now.

You picked up your pace, bucking your hips further onto the three digits you'd managed to fit in your sopping wet pussy. A pool of slick had already dampened the sheets below, proving just how desperate you were to finish. Fuck. Why can't you finish? It's not like you'd never touched yourself before. You knew your own body. Right?

You were just stressed. At least that's what you figured. Stressed from the farm, and being on the road, and then the prison. Everything that had happened since arriving. It was really dampening your mood. 

You let out a frustrated cry and bit your lip hard, trying to contain your emotions, still finger fucking yourself as fast as you were able to, but every time you thought you were close, it would just disappear. A salty tear slipped down the side of your face. Oh my god. How pathetic are you? You can't even make your own self c-

"Hey- Oh shit." 

You ripped your hand out of your shorts and immediately went for the sheets, pulling them up to cover your embarrassment.

"What the fuck Daryl, have you never heard of knocking?!"

"Sorry I didn't know you were- I thought you had a headache..." Daryl stood, rather awkwardly right at the entrance of your cell. The curtain swaying slightly from where he'd just interrupted your, not so peaceful, privacy.

"I did-" you took a deep breath. You actually did, a few hours ago. And then you woke up feeling much better and weirdly aroused from some dream you couldn't quite remember. So you thought, what better time then to rub one out while no-one would bother you. 

Your whole face was on fire, the humiliation of the situation setting in completely. "Just get out please." You covered your eyes with your hands and the sheet, attempting to shield your entire self from his gaze. No way were you coming now.

"Were you- uh, were you touchin' yourself?" His mouth was curled into a funny little smirk.

"Get. Out. " You said through your teeth, this time looking up at him, giving your absolute best death glare. 

He stepped closer, confusion forming on his brows.

"Were you crying? " He asked, taking a couple steps closer, making your whole body burn bright red. Ohmygod just leave already. 

"No." You quickly wiped away the wetness on you cheek.

"Well it looks like you were crying."

"I just- can you get the hell out please. Fuckin' seriously." 

"Hey," his face softened at your tone. "I'm not tryna be mean okay. I was just checking up on you. Thought I'd bring you some water." He waved the bottle in the air, the sound of the liquid splashing around inside the plastic.

You didn't answer, instead just trying to focus on your heart rate that wouldn't calm the hell down. 

"Why were you crying?" He asked, really sincere this time. 

"I can't-" you sighed again. Pulling your knees up and burying face as you admitted the reason. "I can't finish. It's- I don't know, it's like I'm broken or something."

"You're not broken," He sat on the edge of the bed, a hint of amusement in his voice. He was way too close for comfort, and the fact that your sleep shorts were soaked through with your own wetness didn't help. "You're propably just stressed. A lot's been happening."

You nodded into your knee, not caring to make eye contact with the man. You'd asked him to leave a million times already and he clearly wasn't listening.

"You want some help?" He offered, hand coming up to your calf, gently squeezing it. 

You scoffed an almost laugh. "Um no. I want you to leave."

"You uh... You sure?" His eyes travelled down to the wet spot on the bed, which you quickly moved to cover with your leg.

"Daryl I swear to fucking god-"

"Hey-" he moved forward, hands on your legs, pushing them apart and leaning in to you. "Relax. You've helped me out once or twice, c'mon. Let me. Last I checked, you can finish with me... Unless you've been fakin' it or somethin'..." 

"Ugh." You fell back in frustration, head hitting the cushiony pillow below. "You don't get it. I've been trying for an hour and it just like..." You tried to come up with how to describe it. "Like it's never enough, I get so close and then it just... it hurts." 

"So you gave yourself blue balls?"

What a freakin' boy. "Yeah, I guess if that's what you wanna call it." You rolled your eyes, propping yourself up on elbows, seeing him in between your legs. A patient look on his face. His bulging muscles extra apparent in his tight black long sleeve. Jesus Christ he was just making it worse.

"Try again." He suggested.

"I've been trying Daryl. It's not fuckin' working."

"Just," he grabbed your hand, and positioned at your core. "Let me see. Try again. Touch yourself."

The second the words left his mouth you felt a jolt in your pelvic muscles. His energy shifted from playful to possessive. 

"I don't really-"

"It's nothing I haven't seen before." He counter argued. True. Though it felt different. More... intimate. Being on display wasn't really your thing.

"C'mhere." He tugged at your legs, pulling you down the bed and settling himself on the other end, one leg crossed under himself as the other hung over the tiny mattress, foot planted on the ground. "Take your shorts off."

You still felt the pink on your cheeks but the thought of actually finishing did help tame some of the embarrassment. You shimmied out of the shorts, tossing them to the ground. 

"Shirt too."

"Daryl-" You warned. He was pushing boundaries for sure. 

"Take the shirt off." His eyes were dark and you couldn't help but stare at the very prominent outline pulling at the denim of his jeans. 

You swallowed hard and took the top off in one fluid motion, nipples immediately forming little peaks on your supple breasts. He licked his lips, hands twitching, ready to touch you, but holding back. Situating himself even further into the mattress. 

"Well go on, show me what you were doin' before I walked in here."

You shook your head at him. 

"Do it. Or I won't touch you at all. Is that what you want? Do you want me to leave you here all hot and bothered? Or do you wanna come?"

"I wanna come." You whispered. So quiet it was a shock he even heard.

"Then go on. Show me." 

You closed your eyes and let your head fall back. Trying to escape into the marshmallowy mattress. And despite your reluctance, your fingers trailed down your stomach and reached your clit. Rubbing it a few times and falling on a circular pattern. Breath steadily moving your chest up and down, as you went to grab at your nipple with your other hand. Pinching it a little, trying to emulate what Daryl often liked to do to you.

"That's sure hot n' all, but it definitely ain't what you were doin' when I walked in."

You let out an unintentional sound at the thought of him watching. The thought of him being turned on by you touching yourself. You moved your hand even lower, middle finger dragging through your wetness and back up, spreading it onto your clit. Then dipping down again and inserting one digit. You swore you could hear Daryls breath hitch. You continued pumping in and out and soon added another finger.

"Look so pretty like this, all wet and needy." He said, his own hand finally making its way to your leg. Pushing you open so he could see you even better. "How's it feel?"

"Uh- It- It's ok," You grunted out, curling your fingers towards yourself, trying to focus on the end goal and not the way he was staring right into you.

"Relax your shoulders." He demanded, shifting around on the bed. "And breath." You did as he said, not realizing how tense you were. You stayed there with your eyes closed and your mind started drifting to thoughts about his own fingers instead. 

"I don't think it's working Daryl." You huffed as you slipped your fingers out, rubbing them both on your clit from side to side.

"It's workin' for me." He quipped. A hand now on your thigh, squeezing down on the muscle of your quad. 

Another tear escaped your eye with a shaky breath. What the actual fuck was wrong with you. 

"Aw baby, don't cry." He leaned over you, an adorable smirk plastered on his face, as he wiped the frustrated tear from your face. "Why don't you keep rubbing and I'll try and help you out, okay? I ain't gonna leave you here like this alright?" 

You nodded pathetically up at him. His dark hair falling into his eyes as he dipped down and placed a sweet kiss on your belly.

"Don't you fuckin' tease me Dixon I swear-" 

"-to fucking god, yeah, I know." He kissed downwards once more, closer to where your hands had come to a stop, right above your clit. "I didn't tell you to stop, did I?"

You whimpered. Absolutely aching for his beautiful eight inches to be filling up your cunt, destroying your cervix and making you cream all over him and those jeans he always kept half way on.

You kept rubbing fast circles onto your puffy nub. His own hand moved to your slit, startling you a little, at first. But as soon as he had three fingers, knuckle deep and fucking right into your sweet spot, you could barely form a cohesive thought. Just Him. His pretty blue eyes, his biceps flexing as he worked you into a writhing mess. His deep southern voice whispering a plethora of dirty little comments. One in particular, telling you to shut the fuck up before Rick walked in and caught you being a desperate little slut. It was working. Whatever he was doing was clearly working, because you could feel the extremely overdue orgasm starting to build. The familiar feeling of a knot forming in your stomach. Ready to unravel. 

"How are you so good at that?" You asked him through laboured breaths, involuntarily fucking yourself onto his hand. Not that he minded. His eyes were glossed over and locked in on what he was trying, and very much succeeding at doing. 

"You gonna come for me baby?" He ignored your question.

"Yeah I'm - Yes. yes." You would. At that pace you definitely would. He moved your hand out of the way and dipped down, pressing a hot open mouthed kiss to your clit. He huffed out a laugh against you at your reaction. Tightening around his fingers and letting out the most pathetic sob he'd heard all day. The vibration of his laugh sending you into orbit. He sucked on your clit as he curled his fingers, physically pulling the orgasm right out of you. Your head shot up off the mattress and your hands went right to his hair, keeping him held down, "Don't stop, Don't stop-" You moaned, feeling your core shake as you finally climaxed. The orgasm itself lasting a record breaking amount of time, until the tongue on your pussy was just too much and he pulled his fingers out, glistening white with your cum. 

"Think you made a little mess sunshine." He said, licking clean each of his fingers. The sight making your stomach do a backflip. You could feel the rest of your cum on the sheets below, all wet and gooey. You could already go again. Actually you needed to. Even though you had finally finished, you wanted him. To feel every thick inch of him fucking you into another mind blowing orgasm.

"You got one more in there for me?" He asked, as if reading your mind. Leaning himself back up and starting at his belt.

"Yes daddy." You clamped both hands onto your mouth. Why the fuck would you say that? His eyes got all big as he grinned at your response. 

He chuckled, "Y'know I won't make fun of you for that today, with you cryin' and all, but I hope you know I won’t forget that." 

You groaned. Knowing it would come back to bite you in the ass. "Please can we just-"

"I got it." He pushed you back down, settling between your legs. His cock seeming a lot more intimidating than you previously remembered. Standing proud in his hand as he jerked himself a few times, aligning himself between your legs. He pushed himself in, throwing his head back as he grunted. The pressure making you both moan.

"So fuckin' wet for me aren't you?"

"Yes, all for you Daryl, so fuckin' wet..." you trailed off, eyes rolling back into your skull. He fucked you hard and slow, drawing it out nice and long. He was so used to quickies in a car or in the basement of an abandoned house, that he'd forgotten what it felt like to actually fuck someone. To really experience it. And was he ever experiencing it. His pupils completely blown, watching you squirm on his cock. His shirt pushed half up his abdomen, hands gripping your thighs and positioning them wherever he wanted. As soon as he had them up and over his shoulders, that tight, burning sensation hit the sides of your nose, forcing a few more tears out of your pretty doe eyes. Out of pure pleasure this time instead of pain.

Eventually he moved both your legs to the side, contorting you into a twisted mess of sobs. Grabbing your face and forcing you to watch his pelvis slam against your asscheeks over and over. That's it. With the grip on your jaw, and his cock buried deep, you let out a raspy moan, tugging on the comforter until your knuckles were white, signalling you reaching your climax. You didn't even have to let him know. You let the feeling wash through your core as he fucked you through it. He pulled out quickly and shot thick white ropes onto your skin and the sheets below. Too far gone to care that you'd need a shower, even though you'd already taken one that morning.

"Fuck." You whispered, as he collapsed down next to you, pulling his boxers back up.

"Yeah..." He was out of breath, Just laying next to you, hand moving to tickle a pattern onto your knee. You grabbed the sheets, pulling them up and wiping off.

"Hand me that sweater, will you?"

He grabbed the oversized sweater off the ground, handing it to you, you slipped it over your head and climbed halfway over him, reaching into your bag and grabbing some clean boy shorts, slipping them on as well. Then collapsing right back next to Daryl. To rest your shaky legs.

"I told you, you aren't broken." He tickled your thigh, biting back a laugh as you smacked his shoulder. 

"God you're such an asshole." You chuckled along with him. 

"What's that baby? You think daddy's actin' like an asshole?'

Your smile dropped and you could almost feel the tears forming again. "You promised..."  He'd already forced a few too many emotions out of you for the day. You just didn't have it in you to take the jokes at your expense anymore.

"I'm sorry!" He put his hands up in surrender. "Seriously!" He smiled sweetly at you. You let him take your hand, pulling you up off the bed. "C'mon, let's go get you washed up. They're probably making' supper right now."

The entire time you ate, he kept grazing the bare skin of your thighs, toying with the hem of your sweater and glancing at you through his peripheral. It was a miracle that no one asked why you were blushing so hard.

[kairitai]

❤ TAMAKI AMAJIKI WITH AN S/O WHO DOES WITCHCRAFT ❤

I HAVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS FOR WEEKS AND I HAVE BEEN LOSING SLEEP OVER IT AND I NEED AN OUTLET OTHER THAN BITING MY PLUSHES TY. warnings: Witchcraft, other than that its really just a silly little thing i wrote :))

Tamaki, I'd imagine, is a septic and at first thinks all of this is bullshit.

He one day finds you in the dorm kitchen; angrily scribbling on a bay leaf, burn it and throw it out the window grumbling on how it's been "too long since the dorm wi-fi went out".

Seeing you stomp over to the couch to pull your phone out to excitedly scream "ITS BACK" has him blink for a few seconds.

When Tamaki enters your room for the first time, he's so confused as to why there are so many shiny rocks and candles everywhere. He just assumes you really like rocks and scented candles.

There was this one time you gave him an anti-anxiety spell jar before his presentation, he genuinely thought you gave him a herbal tea blend. It took a few tries to explain what it was meant for to him.

Tamaki wouldn't understand at first why a tiny bottle filled to the rim would help him calm down but accepts it anyway to not upset you.

Post presentation, he's looking at the bottle quizzically. How did he not even manage to slip up once? how did he fight the urge to smash is head against the wall that was right there? was it the jar? no, it was a coincidence, it had to be. right?

He'd just keep looking at it in complete awe and confusion until you show up and tap him out of his train of thought, he just looks at you and the bottle back and forth, wide eyed.

Thats when you tell him you're a witch and doing witchcraft just makes things easier for you, he would be pretty mesmerised by the concept of it.

He'd be asking all sort of questions, if it actually worked, if the leaf you burned was a spell, CAN YOU SEE INTO THE FUTURE?

"THEORETICALLY, i could make Avada Kedavra a thing." "Please don't."

Deffo would ask for hand readings as an excuse to feel you hold his hands.

I feel like he would adore having little tarot readings done, you'd even teach him some basics! his favourite would definitely be the pendulum.

"Y/N, , I nauseous...can't think straight..." "Oh i got a spell for that :)" 👏on👏a👏daily👏basis👏

He would be obsessed with making sigils for himself and you, draws them on your hand and kisses it to activate it :((

He would be so grateful if you gave him a protection spell bottle for his missions, he'd try to return the favour by making one for you but it's just filled with rosemary bc he didn't have the herbs to use 💀 You're not even sure if he cleansed it, bless his soul.

Would go feral once he found out one-word spells were a thing, would whisper them before kissing your cheek for an extra boost of whatever you needed, whether it be good luck or a good nights sleep.

He would hear you talk abt witch stuffs for HOURS on end, the whole evening would have gone by and he'd just be listening lovingly. The spells you tell him stick better than the ones he would find online.

Date nights while making moon water and watching Hocus Pocus?? Yes please??

SPELL RECIPIES BRAINSTORMING WHILE SNUGGLING SPELL RECIPIES BRAINSTORMING WHILE SNUGGLIN SPELL RECIPIES BRAINSTORMING WHILE SNUGGLIN-

You once made him a spray which you affectionately labelled "Bullshit Repellent", he was not above spraying it at people who pissed him off that day. A glorious sight seeing him spray magick water at assholes.

"I saw the moon exploded in my dream. Is that a sign?" "No not really, sometimes a stick is just a stick Tami. But i could give you something to prevent nightmares if you want?" "Yes please"

PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THE GODS GIVE HIM PLUSHIES ENCHANTED WITH SLEEP SIGILS HE WILL ADORE YOU FOR IT.

You guys would laugh at overly religious people who claim witched kiss the devil's anus to gain magickal knowledge.

Tamaki wouldn't DARE fuck around with spirits, and if you do decide to contact one for your spells he's just there with a big ass bag of salt ready to throw it at the spirit. It would probably piss the spirit off so you had to refrain the boy from chucking it when you made a concerned face.

kjhgfd this was so fun to make, this was just purely self-indulgent :)) PLEASE DO NOT REPOST MY WORK, REBLOGS ARE APRECIATED ♥

[ghouljams]

Just love what's going on inside Königs funky little brain Fae! Cowboy! Ballet! And Demon! I just love the way you write him just a little nervous and a little confused but still acknowledging he's lived a life and is a bit of a hardened man.

If you'd like to expand on any of his thinking I'd love to hear it!

I've been talking to my sister a lot about cowboy!König specifically because she is like "how are neither of them making a move, I would've made a move!" And I agree but oh my God.

Cowboy!König has live over half his life as a soldier, this is his first time knowing he's going to live through the day! It's his first space where he can breathe and be a person! He doesn't know how to interact with Bee, so he treats her like an intelligence target. He's collecting information on her so that he doesn't make a wrong move, but he also is trying to ingratiate himself to her. Bee is also the first person to really show him any kindness and he desperately doesn't want to lose that. So he's incredibly nervous about making a wrong move and ends up with some decision paralysis. Which you know is absolutely damning if you have an anxiety disorder.

Bee is sort of in the same boat of not wanting to make a move and assume that König is trying to fuck her because it would sort of break her heart to know that was all he wanted from her. Which isn't even true, the man is trying to wife her up. And I think König half knows this, which just ups his decision anxiety even more because he desperately doesn't want to be the bad guy for this woman he is head over heels for.

Cowboy!König is such an acts of service lover that I think he is sort of hoping if he does enough for Bee she'll just understand that he's in love with her and they'll get engaged on the spot. Bee is reaching a boiling point though, after all the help with the animals I don't think she can say König is just being neighborly anymore.

Fae!König is in the exact same boat. Acts of service is his love language and that sort of butt against Liebling who is also an acts of service person haha. She can't in good faith show König she cares about him because she's trying not to incur any debts. That's why they have such a long courtship.

[sillygirlactivities]

Let Me Be Your Girl

Summary: You decided you weren't a little girl anymore. Pairing: DBF Leon Kennedy x Younger Fem Reader (y/n) Tags: older Leon (mid 30s), reader is 20, IM SORRY I DIDN'T WANNA USE Y/N IT JUST HAPPENED, f masturbation, p in v

A/N: first (official) fic! Feedback is appreciated !! Please enjoy! ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ (he has a slight accent DONT CARE IF ITS NOT CANON IDFC)

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I loved wearing short skirts, tight tops, little bows in my hair.

I loved parading myself around knowing I had everyones eyes on me.

But boys my age would never be what I wanted, I always wanted something older. More bitter. Like how I always would take whiskey over cheap beer. Sweet wine over a shot. Just like how I wanted him from the start. Leon has always been close to my dad. Whenever my dad was on missions, Leon was there to watch me. Held me over my first breakup, gave me my first glass of whiskey. I mean what about him was there not to love? "You'll find older is always better hunny." He told me after pouring me a glass. Leon always wanted me to be safe. Drinking with him than at some stupid party with drunk boys. "Teenage boys don't know how to treat someone like you yet baby." He said to me that night. That's when it started, my little teenage crush on Leon. Whenever he came over my shorts got shorter, my tops tighter. I always did my hair up for him, my makeup a little nicer than usual. I started to wear the bows in my hair for him when he said drunkly to me, "You should wear these more often. Make you look pretty." he said stumbling all over his words, mindlessly moving my hair out of my face. I tried making my crush on him obvious, brushing my hand along his, bending over to pick stuff up, listening to him talk about his hard day at work. Batting my lashes at him, practically giving him fuck me eyes. Never did he ever do anything back. Moved away from my advances even. Now I'm 20, still having him babysit me like some stupid teenager. I'm not some stupid kid anymore who can't take care of herself. I pull my tits into my lacy cami top, braiding my hair putting little bows at the end, just like he said he liked. My pj shorts rested low on my hips, barely doing anything to cover up the pink lacy underwear underneath.

Tonight I was going to prove to Leon I wasn't some dumb kid he needed to protect and watch over, but rather a girl who could love. A girl he could fuck. No more restless nights in my bed, fucking into my own hand thinking of him, I needed him. Just once. To ruin every other man for me, just like he said. "Older always better."

I hear the door open downstair, "Hey baby, your daddy said I had to watch you tonight." I hear him yell from downstairs. I skip down the stairs checking myself in the mirror before going into the kitchen. I smile big before jumping into his arms. "Leon!!" I can hear him chuckle as he holds me back. His hands resting on my lower back, never any lower. I lean my head back to look up at him, "Don't you think I'm a little old for a babysitter?" Leon tilts his head at me, "No but I also rather not lose my job because I told your dad off." I roll my eyes at him, "Daddy likes you to much, he'd never do that." Leon walks around the kitchen, in what I'm assuming is making us dinner. So I perch myself up on the counter, trying to position myself in a way that would draw his attention to me. I hear him sigh, "Yeah, I guess I am a favorite of his ain't I?" He puts the pan on the stove next to me, and he leans over me. I lean into him more, "Yeah, and I think he knows I'd be mad if I didn't see you around again." I say smiling, bringing my face closer to his. Leon immediately backs up. I pout a bit, going to get off the counter before, "You need to stop that." He says gruffly from his spot on the other side of the kitchen. I tilt my head, walking towards him. "Stop doing what Leon?" He turns and stops me in my tracks, my face almost colliding with his chest. "Parading yourself around for me, I'm not stupid y/n." I look up at him, giving him the best fuck me eyes I can give. "Than give me what I want Leon." I put my hand out onto his chest, "I've only been asking for years now. Just one time is all I'm asking for." He grabs my wrist and leans into my face, "Baby, one time would ruin you. Would risk me my entire job. What if your daddy found out huh? I think he'd kill me." I tilt my head, pouting out my lip a bit, "He doesn't have to find out, you're a government agent, I know you can keep a secret."

The grip he had on my wrist got a little tighter, and he gave me a harsh look, like he was trying to figure out what he was going to do to me. That look, the grip he had on me, made me wet. I step closer into him, "Leon, please?" He dropped my wrist, "Go to your room." He turned away from me, going back to cooking. "Your sending me to my room?" I stop my foot on the tile. "I am not a fucking child Leon!" He swiftly turns, "Your sure actin like it!" I sniffle and climb up the stairs back to my room. I slam my door before letting out another little sob. I was not a little kid anymore. I lay in my bed, cuddling my pillow. I sniffle again drying whatever tears were last till I had another idea. Why be sad when I can make myself feel better? I reach into my bedside table grabbing my pink vibrator, before removing my pj pants.

I sit up on my knees, before turning it on and placing it on my clit. I moan, loudly at the feeling. If I wasn't going to get the attention from him, I'll give it to myself. I spread myself out onto my bed, ass up, starting to grind into it. "Y/N! Dinner is ready!" I moan, turning it on to the higher setting, ignoring Leon. I hear him start to climb up the steps before swinging my door open. I don't stop. I open my legs wider, exposing my wet cunt to him. I keep chasing my high before I feel a pair of hands grab me and flip me over. He grabs the vibartor out of my hands, and throws it across the room. "What the fuck do you think you're doing." I tilt my head, "Pleasing myself cus you wouldn't man up and do it for me."

Leon grabs my hips harder, digging his hands into my hips. "You're real stupid to think this would work on me." I get my foot in-between us, pushing on his lower stomach. "Well something down there is say something else, hun." Leon grabs me again, pushing my leg out of the way, putting me flush onto his hard on. He leans down, putting his face right in mine, "Well, Hun, me ever fucking you, is not an option. I could lose my job, your dad's friendship. It doesn't matter how badly I want you or your tight ass cunt." His grip on my hips feels bruising now, causing me to lock my legs around him.

"Leon nobody has to know, please. I can't explain to you how much I need you. " I plead to him. "I know, you think I can't hear you up here? Walls are pretty thin here baby, and do you know how hard it is to not come up here and treat you the way you're begging?" He seethes out of his mouth. "Trust me I've had blue balls for months Y/n."

I let out a shakey breath, "Nobody, Leon, has to know." I bring my hand up to cup his cheek, "I can keep a secret and my dad would never know any better. Please." I beg. Guess my pleading worked because next thing I know his mouth was on mine. Hot, feverish, sloppy, kisses. In a mess on tongue and teeth clashing, panting into each others mouth. He moves down to my neck, leaving hickeys on my collarbone, "Gotta stop wearing those stupid tiny little camis, drive me fucking wild baby. I know every other boy is staring at your pretty little tits too, but they'll never see em' will they baby?" He continues his assault on my chest, "No, nuh-uh." I drunkly mumble out.

I can hear him chuckle as he moves his hands under my shirt, "We haven't got to the good part and you're already drunk on me, ain't that cute." I whine at his words, "Leon~". I tilt my head back, trying to grind myself into him, (very unsuccessfully). He finally pulls my shirt off of me, before running his hands back down to my thighs. "Just because I think you've been left so high and dry for so long, I'll give into you but next time you're gonna have to work for it, k baby?" I frantically nod my head, desperate for him to touch me, "Yes Sir." I watch him smirk above me as he starts to play with my clit. "I like that." He says to me, before he slips in one of his large sized fingers, causing my to moan. "Fuck aren't you wet, I really get you going huh hun." I can sense the shit eating grin he has on his face, but my eyes are rolled so far into the back of my head I could give a fuck less. He continues to finger me open, before I start to come undo around his fingers. "We aren't done yet baby, still haven't had my turn." He flips me over and pulls me to the edge of the bed, lifting my ass up to meet his hips. He puts the tip to my entrance, circling and tapping on it just to get a reaction out of me. It worked, I was squirming and moaning beneath him. "Leon, fuck, please just fuck me already." I cry into my sheets. I feel him push into me, causing me to gasp at how wide I was being spread open. "You said you wanted it." He says from behind me. And he took advantage of it. The grip he had on my hips would leave bruises in the morning as he pounded his cock into me. Leaving me a drooling, moaning mess, gripping onto my sheets. He moves one hand under my chin, bringing me up to him, "You can't even say how good you feel I'm fucking you so good, huh baby?" He chuckles as nothing but a broken moan escapes me as I paw at the hand on my chin. He spits into my mouth before pushing me back into my sheets. Keeping one hand on my head, pushing me down and the other still bruisingly gripping my hip. He starts to pound into me faster, "Come on baby, I'm close, I know you close. Can feel your little pussy squeezing me." I can hear his low groans as he pounds into me faster. I let out a loud, broken moan as I feel myself cum around his cock. He pulls out just in time, coming all over my ass as I twitch and squirm underneath him. He moves a piece of my bangs out of my face, leaning over me. "You alright baby?" I nod, contently (after having the best fuck of my life) before he smiles, "Well let's get you cleaned up then and we can have dinner. I made your favorite." And he did, he showered you, helped you change your clothes, he even let you pick out the movies you guys watched as y'all ate. You cuddled up into his chest after, him running his fingers through your hair, both contently holding each other, falling asleep on the couch.

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A/N: AAAAAA I hope yall enjoyed!! much love if you read this far !! <33 :3

[pandoraroid]

listening to vincent's playlist and it is an,,, experience,,,

take this all with a grain of salt pls dont come @ me

to quote a comment from this video: the fact that we know what's coming makes this both terrifying and heartbreaking. couldnt have said it better than myself 😔😔😔😔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

i love him so much,,, he tries to distract the listener,,, he tries to comfort them so bad soshksjsks HE'S SO SWEET AND EVERYTHING

"do you wanna hold my hand?" HAND IN MARRIAGE SIR? SURE

he is an adrenaline junkie i need a man like him in my life he's just like me fr

"one last ride, right?" NO 👹 S T O P DONT BREAK MY HEART LIKE THIS

though how is he the only rider they never found??? what how did he get dislodged from his seat or something??? i must be dumb i dont get this all of a sudden 🧍‍♀️

love the intro 😚 the messages on the cassette tapes are so heartwarming and reassuring djgdjdhd

okay that "boo" actually scared the shit out of me is it safe to assume that this is the same amusement park he was in in the previous video?

if that's the case, does he just,,, chill in here at random??? god that is so,,,

"demons(?) are very much real" BRO ARE WE SUPPOSE TO KNOW THAT?

"oh i know i'm close. you're welcome" WHEWWWWWW JESUS FUCK LORD GIVE ME STRENGTH

"little one" okay fuck i'm melting YOUR VOICE SIR got me kicking my feet and blushing fr

lovely has an attitude 😁😁 stay strong soldier

he calls them beautiful AND DARLING? even if it was a bit of a throwaway JESUS 🫠

"your safety is paramount" "be safe, little one. good night." why does this make him so much hotter jesus what is wrong with me HE EVEN LEADS THEM BACK TO THEIR CAR (bareminimumenjoyer?!?! me?!?!? look away)

"you're not looking for another paranormal hunk are you? that would break my heart :(" SIR

no seriously why is bro here

"foreplay takes two y'know" SIR

is he getting them to believe in the supernatural what what is his goal,,,

"should i strip down for easier access, doctor?" WRAP IT UP

his voice omfg immelting just imagining the scene,,, onlovely'sbedbeingclosewithhimohmyfuckinggod

he's so goofy for just tapping on his fangs like that lmao

DID HE JUST PIN THEM DOWN TO THE BED WH A T

SIR WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT DID HE SERIOUSLY NEARLY JUST???? WHA T

"no one has had this effect on me" NO SHIT????

"you're safe with me. i won't lose control." thank you for that but if the next video's title is any clue, that will not age well ( i mean you on the other hand don't get to age at all so 🤷‍♀️ IM KIDDING)

"i'm not going to mess this up." you won't babes (at least i think you wont) i'd give anything to give him a hug or something

WHO THE FUCK IS THIS BITCH THIS ISNT MY MAN

oh the warnings 😃 mentally preparing myself now

lovely what the fuck are we doing here

"beautiful little bloodbag" oh hey a pale sleazy talking punchbag

"oh relax i'm just touching you" and if i may touch my fist to your face in a fast and strong way, you're gonna relax then bitch

WAIT DID HE TRANCE US???

i am well aware a human is no match for a vampire but that will not stop my audacity to try which dare i say levels up to his for touching me and talking shit about vincent

"all i had to do was wait for your human brain to make a decision this stupid." it seems that your expired vampiric brain has also made the stupid decision to breathe in my direction

to be fair on vincent, we have met each other exactly two times and neither of us (especially him) could have known how our previous meeting would end. i don't need to be near you for five minutes to know you're a little bitch

DID YOUR CONCEPT OF PERSONAL SPACE DIE WITH YOU THE FIRST TIME GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME YOU LITTLE BITCH

MY MAN IS HEREEEEE he's not gonna be mad lovely came here is he

HE PUNCHED HIM HAHAHAHA he did it for me fr

HIS VOICE GOD am so weak for him

MAKING OUT WITH US ALREADY??? GOOD GOD

lovely checking on him too ☹️☹️☹️ my goober fr

"i dont think you're gonna like what you found" oh dang you're like me for real

MY MAN

the way he says "little one" will never not get to me omg AND THEN HE SAID BABY IN THAT VOICE??? GOD

vamp eyes go black when theyre hungry(?) got it noted

so lovely got tranced and vincent is needs to feed on them right after???? did i get that right??? GOOD GOD GIVE EM A BREAK???

"i cant drink from your neck... no not yet not like this..." PROPS TO HIM FOR HAVING PROPRIETY LOVE MY MAN FR

"this will mark you as mine" GIVE IT HERE but at the same time ALREADY????

oh good lord he's feeding from our wrists now okay

hang in there lovely patpat u're gonna be okay (i hope they will be VINCENT)

aw those little kisses though

noooooo vincent 😭???

neways,,,

jfc these two put me on a ride (haha get it)

vincent is slowly becoming my new crush 🤭 but jfc lovely better get good u got this babes

will stop here for now bc i need a break 🧍‍♀️ when will i continue who knows

[gartenofbanny]

You all know what time it is, time for the review for the most hyped up episode since The Circus!

The Good

Vortex

Vortex, as always is the best character in every episode he's in. As always he's pretty chill and nice around Loona treating her like a person and he's really nice with his girlfriend Beelzebub. There is one scene of Beelzebub talking about fucking Satan despite the fact that she views him as a brother and Vortex just doesn't say anything..and lets Beelzebub say it.

This is honestly reminding me a little bit of Rent a Girlfriend, I really fucking hope they don't make Vortex into a cuck because that'll make me lose respect from the writers and Beelzebub. Not so much Vortex because idk what the hell he's even going to do against Satan when he finds out Beelzebub sleeps with him. The most he could do is leave Beelzebub.

Gluttony Ring

The Gluttony Ring looked pretty creative, it's my 2nd favorite one behind Wrath Ring. Why is it my second favorite? Because the atmosphere and the setting a little bit looks more like Earth than it does Hell. And the location where they're at just looks like a bee-themed tropical beach instead of fucking Hell. This is probably the last thing I would think of when I think of "Gluttony Ring in Hell". It's pretty, but it isn't something I'd imagine that Hell would have. Also, why is it that some places in Hell look fucking disastrous but other places in Hell look like oasis? Is this supposed to be a place where Sinners suffer or just Earth 2.0? We don't know and Viv doesn't either.

Animation

The animation in this episode is pretty solid and looks good which is expected for a Helluva Boss episode, but there are some times when I find the animation to be really weird.

In the beginning of the episode, it shows Demons partying, but doesn't show their full appearances just silhouettes.

And in the same timeframe, Loona and Tex outside has different shading, but once they're inside the shading instantly changes and they have thick black lines around their body. Making their characters not fit with the background. And all this shit happens in the first 47 seconds of the episode, holy shit.

Viv did say that this episode was supposed to be "A grand visual spectacle" but the only grand visual spectacle was the Cotton Candy song which took a significant chunk of time from an insignificant episode.

Yeah, there's not much I actually liked in this episode, so let's move on to the bad.

The Bad

Beelzebub's Design

I don't have any problem with Beelzebub personality-wise. She's cool and surprisingly nice for one of the Seven Princes of Hell. Vortex really does have good taste in women..aside from her wanting to fuck Satan. But I can dismiss that as a joke and pray to God that it doesn't actually happen.

But what I do not like about Beelzebub is her design which I know damn well the animators didn't get paid enough for animating this.

Nothing from this design tells me that this is Beelzebub. I was completely confused on whether or not this woman was Beelzebub until I saw the credits. Beelzebub is depicted in Demonology as an insect, not a hellhound variant. A lot of people and I assumed that Beelzebub was going to be a bee due to the Bee Aesthetic in Gluttony, but we just got Jay Jay recolored and with four arms with miniscule insect aspects.

The second reason why I hate this design is because it's not creative at all. This design without a doubt was heavily inspired by Jay Jay, but it wasn't just heavily inspired it's literally copied and pasted. They copied Jay Jay, gave her Loona's legs, recolored her, added so many unnecessary details, and called her Beelzebub. Looking at Beelzebub and the other furry characters that Viv designed in her past you can see that there's little to no difference between them.

Beezlebub's design reminds me of how video game characters have alternate skins because her design is literally Jay Jay but recolored and with added cosmetics.

Or how in Injustice: Gods Among Us the yellow costume for The Flash is Reverse Flash but he still looks identical to the regular Flash. So different personality, but the same skin just recolored.

My third reason why I don't like the design is that Beelzebub's insect features are so miniscule that you can easily miss them. The only insect like features she has are the bee wings, four arms, and antennae in her eyelids and ears. Aside from those, there's nothing else. Now when she increases her size, Beelzebub does have bug like eyes but again that doesn't really say much.

My fourth and final reason why I don't like the design is that Beelzebub has so many unnecessary additions to her design that it looks pretty overwhelming but at the same time distracting. What was the point of giving her a lava lamp stomach? What was the point of having honey levitate from behind her? Why is her fucking eyeliner dripped as if she cried? I'm most likely going to do a design comparison with another iteration of Beelzebub, but yeah those are just my thoughts on her design overall. It's lazy, but also somehow overcomplicated.

It would fit more if they made her into Cerberus instead of Beelzebub as Cerberus is a three-headed hellhound in the Gluttony Ring of Hell that likes to consume a lot. This design is more fitting for that to me.

Kesha voicing Beelzebub

Kesha voicing Beelzebub was a weird and bad choice not because of Die Young, but because Beelzebub represents what Kesha was running away from in her past. For those who don't know Kesha had a persona called Ke$ha who she describes as a "front for her emotional pain". And there are a few things that conclude to me why Beelzebub and the persona Ke$ha are nearly identical. They both overindulge in partying and drinking since Beelzebub represents overindulgence in those two things and many other things, but that was a really toxic lifestyle for Kesha to go through. There are two differences between the two characters that being Beelzebub also overindulges in eating but Kesha in the past had an eating disorder. She couldn't indulge in eating because as she says "I convinced myself that being sick, being skinny, was part of my job" and having Beelzebub a character who can overindulge in eating but still manages to stay skinny and thin is insensitive and unrealistic. The second difference is Kesha had to go to rehab in order to stay away from all of that and most likely doesn't partake in those anymore while Beelzebub doesn't have to.

Simply put Beelzebub represents the persona Ke$ha and not the person, the same persona that Kesha used to mask her emotional pain and had to go to rehab to fix. I am fully aware that Kesha is an adult and she can make her own decisions, but having someone voice act a character who represents the persona they had in the past is really absurd and stupid, especially on Viv's part.

It's likely that Beelzebub will never appear again or will have a different voice actor. Because Kesha being involved caused legal issues that took almost two years to resolve. If Beelzebub does return then I think she'll be voice acted by her singing voice actor Rochelle Diamante or someone else entirely.

Cotton Candy

After listening to the Cotton Candy song multiple times, I've come to the conclusion that this song is ass. It's not even intentionally trying to be bad either that's the worse and funnier part about it. The words "Cotton Candy" takes up 1/3 of the song, there's an entire video called "Cotton Candy, but only when they say Cotton Candy" and it's 1 minute long.

My problem isn't with the singing the singer behind this is fantastic, but my main problem with this song is the lyrics and beat. This song sounds like a bootleg version of Die Young, I know that was intended by Viv but that doesn't mean the song is good. The lyrics rhyme "Cotton Candy" with "Cotton Candy" Whoever was writing this song just needs to stop.

Also, why is the song about Cotton Candy and not Honey? Beelzebub does have a bee aesthetic around her so wouldn't it make more sense to have her sing about honey. It's sweet and addictive

This video perfectly summarizes my thoughts on this song

Loona barely has a spotlight

Loona was hyped up exponentially a couple of days before this episode came out. From the voice actress stating that she'll return to voice Loona while striking a pose to a Loona plush releasing not too long ago.

While I don't believe Loona was hyped up for this episode in particular she was still hyped up regardless and this episode was assumed to be a Loona-centered episode...that is until Beelzebub. Beelzebub stole the spotlight from Loona due to her character reveal being the sparkly song it was and a lot of people liking her design due to it being flashy.

Even a couple of days after the episode's release I still see more people talking about Beelzebub than Loona, regardless of how I feel about this character Beelzebub stood out more than Loona did to me. It's amazing that Loona was sidelined in her own episode

Slight Tonal Issues

There are some tonal issues with this episode particularly in the middle and near the end. So in the middle of this episode, Loona walks out of the party wanting to leave feeling as if she didn't belong there.

When Blitzo was going to leave, she gets flirted with by some other hellhound and that's more than enough to convince her to stay. So apparently, Loona getting hit on allows her to become less insecure and more sociable. Jesus Christ

Near the end of the episode, Loona places Blitzo on his couch after pouring him some water then all of a sudden Blitzo suddenly has a sad moment saying that he'll die alone old and wrinkled.

I gotta add if you don't want to die alone then stop treating people like shit Blitzo.

But anyway, this scene really just comes out of nowhere because Blitzo didn't express any problem with what happened at Ozzie's before he went to the party. I understand he was drinking all of his pain away but it still felt weird and forced to me.

Then after Loona calls him "Dad" for the second time in this episode, Blitzo suddenly just puked for the sake of comedy...

Jesus Christ, even a filler episode has tone issues. Oh yeah, speaking of filler episode.

This episode is meaningless

This episode isn't a direct continuation of Ozzie's nor does it affect any future episodes. Viv stated that Ozzie's is the true season 1 finale and that this episode is a "grand visual spectacle"

So all of this is just meaningless and what reinforces this is Loona's behavior. Loona went from her taking care of Blitzo to even calling him dad to straight up physically and mentally abusing him just because he wanted her to be nicer to the clients. Seeing Stars takes place at least a few days after Queen Bee so there's literally no reason for Loona to even act like this.

Raises more questions than answers

This episode like all of the other ones in Helluva Boss raises more questions than answers. Hell, I'll even say that it doesn't even answer any of the questions I had. Beelzebub can literally make food from nowhere, so what's even the point of Wrath? Why is Tex and Beelzebub dating good, but Stolas and Blitzo dating isn't? How many abilities does this Beelzebub even have? Does the food she make has any side effects on those who consume it? Like there are so many fucking questions but NONE OF THIS GETS ANSWERED.

At this point, I will be really surprised whenever one of the major questions that the fandom has actually gets answered. Because I'm getting tired of this.

Conclusion

In conclusion, this episode really meant nothing and despite it not meaning anything I didn't like it. Especially Cotton Candy, that song sucks, I don't know why they didn't use Silva Hound's "Monster Ball" it sounds leagues better than "Cotton Candy" plus it's more fitting since Demons are monsters. Anyway, thank you all for reading and I hope you all have a nice day!

[ladyluscinia]

I have rewatched the mean lesbians episode in hopes I would like them more the second time, but I'm afraid I'm still not vibing with it. Credit that they tried to undercut the "lesbians who drop in to give our main couple therapy" with the whole reveal it was game and Mary's little rant about their relationship "losing the magic", but like... did they really? Do Anne and Mary not successfully tee up the really touching BlackBonnet airing of grievances and reconciliation? Laughing at them a bit for being dorky doesn't change that they really didn't do much sabotaging, overall, so it's not like they weren't pushing them back together.

I mean, even Mary's whole rant happens after Anne leaves the room. By the time they really start telling us how this couple has their own foundation cracks and issues (vs the veneer of just keeping it interesting) and aren't a longstanding example of a healthy relationship, Anne is literally offscreen making a grand romantic gesture that will solve Mary's discontent. I know they are fitting a miscommunication arc into half an episode instead of 2-3 seasons, but the end result just feels like speedrunning a knock off of BlackBonnet's issues.

And that along with the fact they function as BlackBonnet mirrors first and characters second, it all just feels very... underwhelming (?) to me.

Like why do I care about Anne and Mary? Is the face stealing gimmick supposed to have hooked me? They also, imo, really fucked up by ending on a hug - it just spotlights the fact that, for all the sex jokes, they don't really bother to sell physical intimacy between the two. They maybe bump shoulders at the shop, sit in separate chairs in every scene in the house... honestly the best they do is the offscreen knife flicking. Which funny metaphor but like. Why can't the lesbians be into each other without the metaphor? Or am I supposed to think that Anne "burn the whole house down the second her wife admits she doesn't like swamp life" Bonny didn't pick up that Mary was maybe unhappy when they entirely stopped touching each other and replaced it with murder attempts.

Even a repeat of the offscreen joke but this time imply they are hardcore making out as Stede and Edward slip away would have probably hit better? (I'm assuming for some reason kissing was off the table, otherwise even more wtf why not just kiss?)

(Can you tell I've been thinking about the sorry state of femslash?)

Also I'd be remiss not to tie my dissatisfaction with Anne and Mary to my dissatisfaction with OFMD's prevailing approach to female characters. Spanish Jackie's entire thing is being so awesome and desirable that she has 20 husbands that all work for her, which is super fun. Mary Bonnet became a widowed girlboss with a Doug, which was also fun. Then suddenly we're meeting Zheng Yi Sao who is a girlboss Pirate Queen better than any man, and her right-hand woman that seems like a more stable and competent Edward/Izzy parallel, and her crew of only hyper-competent women... do you see how this is getting a bit repetitive?

Now we add Anne and Mary speedrunning BlackBonnet parallels to teach them a grand gesture romantic lesson? So... doing Stede and Edward but Better™?

Zheng Yi Sao still has time to get more interiority that could offset the whole "girlboss" gimmick which would help, but until that happens the only real female character standout to me is Archie - a woman who has something deeply wrong with her but has so far just kind of slotted in as a equal crewmember instead of the Competent Woman Character.