#and getting in trouble for it multiple times -_-

[springismss]

ᱬ⛧ mirror, mirror ~ k. bakugou

sum: mirror mirror on the wall, maybe you can show us how we fuck? in which you find yourself in front of a mirror getting a brief look at how your husband fucks you.

pairing: timeskip! husband! katsuki bakugou x wife! reader

content: 18+ mdni. p in v, slight teasing, dirty talk, marking, multiple/implied multiple orgasms, mirror sex, creampie, reader gets called princess/baby/good girl, general NSFW content, aftercare. slight anime/manga spoilers for new fans/not caught up on anime/manga.

a/n: on a roll with another post - this time an old work that was part of kinktober. padded out to feel better. feels like this is one of the better things i've wrote to date. hope you all enjoy! as always, likes, comments and re-blogs are deeply appreciated!

word count: 2.2k

links: bnha/mha masterlist | masterlist

To everyone out there in the world, you and your husband looked like the perfect couple, despite being polar opposites in appearance; you gelled together perfectly. Everyone comments on how perfectly you complement each other.

Anyone who was anyone wanted to be like you and your pro-hero husband, even if he had a temper to rival some of the villains he fought. A temper you'd never be on the receiving end of. The perfect married couple living in a cliché house in the middle of a rural area.

Your life was full of clichés, from waking him up to a nutritious breakfast with his hero suit ready to go, to the sweet kisses you gave him as he left the house, ready to keep the streets of Japan safe for another day.

With a sweet life, everyone had the foolish thought of every aspect of your life being vanilla, even when it came to your sex life. With how tired your husband must be from working all day, sometimes weeks at a time, he wouldn't have the energy for anything other than soft missionary.

Oh, how wrong they were - if they could see the inside of your mind, then they'd rethink their assumptions.

"Hah, Kat, so full". Letting out a whine, you gripped the sheets beneath you as your knuckles turned white. With your face pressed into the mattress, you tried desperately to anchor yourself to something as you felt yet another orgasm creeping up from your toes.

Your thighs were already numb, slowly reddening from the harsh thrusts of the man responsible for having you in this position. You could feel the numbness from the pleasure spreading down your legs; no doubt, you'd have trouble walking when he'd eventually let up.

"Fuck, does that feel good princess? Does getting fucked by my cock feel like heaven? Like you were fucking made just f'me". The obvious smugness in your husband's voice, paired with the way he was slamming his hips against you, had your jaw slack. The mushroom tip of his cock repeatedly thumping against that spongy spot deep inside had your eyes rolling into the back of your head, whimpers slipping past your swollen lips.

On a normal night, the sound of the bedframe squeaking would have blended in with the sounds both you and he made, but tonight, after a rather long day with a villain that tested him to his limits, it was nothing more than white noise compared to the noises coming from you both. "I know you're close darling, let me feel that pretty pussy milk me before I even think about filling you with my cum".

The weight on top of you shifted as you felt Bakugou's chest press against your back, large hand finding its way between your legs before the pad of his thumb pressed against your clit. Whining out again, you felt him rub circles in time with his thrusts, helping to coax you to your nth orgasm of the night.

"Please, Kats, fuck, I can't take much more". Trying your best to look at him from the corner of your eyes, you managed to make out the mass of ash-blonde hair belonging to him.

"Then let go f'me okay? I know you want to". As if on cue, you felt your legs stiffen as your fingers gripped the sheets harder, a broken cry of Bakugou's name leaving your throat as you felt that hot pleasure zap throughout your body. That one the strongest orgasm you felt of the night so far, or so you thought.

Your cunt was overly sensitive, so paired with the way Bakugou toyed with your clit, of course you were going to feel whatever you body wanted you to feel. Not that you cared, you were too drunk on pleasure to think about anything other than the cock thrusting into you at what felt like inhumane speed.

The squelching of your sopping wet cunt only added fuel to his desire for you as he pinned you down under his weight, hips rutting faster as he drew horse sobs of pleasure from your throat. You really were amazing in his eyes; you took everything he gave and more, never giving up when it became too much pleasure for you to bear.

Not long after, a moan of disappointment left your throat as you became hyper-aware of the empty feeling deep within. Letting out a shaky sigh, you began to turn before finding your movements halted, your body becoming weightless as you were picked up in strong arms.

Humming out, you looked at Bakugou with glassy eyes, tilting your head as he smiled softly at you. Opening your mouth, you tried to question what he was doing, only to be silenced by a gentle kiss that took you by surprise as he moved off towards a corner of your bedroom.

Just what was he planning?

The few steps he had taken halted, causing you to turn your head, eyes widening slightly. There staring back at you was not only your fucked out expression but your body decorated with bites and scratches from your husband. Your skin was covered with a soft sheen, making you look ethereal. "Kat, what are you doing?".

Casting your gaze at the mirror to the side slightly, you looked at the man who now stood behind you, head tilting as you observed him. A proud smirk tugged at his lips as he placed a hand on your body, fingers rolling the perky bud of your breast as you moaned softly, leaning back into his chest.

You were usually so good at reading the expressions your husband wore, but this time, he wore one you couldn't quite read.

Before you had time to register what was happening, you felt your body being hoisted, legs spread open for not only yourself, but your husband to see. To see the way your pussy clenched around nothing as some of your husband cum began to seep out. "You know, princess, I've always wanted to do this...".

Before Bakugou continued what he as going to say, you felt the mushroom tip of his cock poke at your cunt again. The way it dragged across your already sensitive folds had your head lolling back slightly, breath catching in your throat once more as he thrust up into you.

The sinful moan that slipped past your lips had him chuckling, hips thrusting up into you as he helped to bounce you on his cock. "...I've always wanted to watch every single part of you while I fuck you senseless".

Chewing on your lip, you let your head fall back against his shoulder, eyes focusing on the ceiling as he continued to thrust against the spongy spot deep inside - the new angle a welcome feeling. "Fuck, baby girl, you need to watch as well". Opening your mouth to protest, you felt your head being moved, forced to look at the image in the mirror in front of you.

Casting your eyes down, you sucked in a moan as you focused on the part where the two of you were connected as one. Where his cock was buried deep inside your pussy with every thrust he made. The sight made you tingle, heat spreading across your body as newfound confidence took over, your walls squeezing him tighter.

The new sensation around his cock had Bakugou growling out, head dropping onto your shoulder as he began to bite at the already sensitive skin on your neck. Moaning out, you tried to look away from where he was disappearing into you, tried to look a few inches to the side to your husband's figure, but you couldn't. You were entranced by the sight of his cock pumping in and out of you. The way your combined essence dripped down his cock, being driven deeper into your very being. "That's a good girl, baby, watch how I fuck you".

The words and praise caused you to moan out, that all too familiar feeling beginning to creep over you once more. The feeling that caused your cunt to tighten relentlessly around your husband. "Hah, Kat, I'm gonna...".

Letting out an almost guttural moan, Bakugou gripped chin and turned your face as he thrusted into your tightening cunt. Rough kisses were placed against your lips, desperate and needy as you kissed back with what you could muster, messily pouring out your love.

You could tell he was close to coming; thrusts becoming not only sloppier and needier but harder as well. The mushroom tip of his cock pressing more against the entrance to your womb. Pulling apart, you looked through glassy eyes once more, a string of saliva connecting you both. "Fuck, hah, that's it, squeeze me tighter, baby. Let me feel it while I stuff you full again".

After a few sloppy thrusts, you felt his hips press against your ass as that all too familiar warm feeling of his cum filled you. The spam of your pussy squeezed around him, milking him through his orgasm. Loud moans of pleasure sounded around the room as you arched your back, pressing yourself further into him.

Letting out a soft sigh, you turned your head and rested your forehead against Bakugou's as best you could, chests rising and falling as you panted. Lazily bringing your hand up, you ran your fingers over his cheek, humming slightly. "Look in the mirror, darling, I want you to see this".

Letting your head fall, you looked towards the mirror, down at the place where you connected just in time to see Bakugou pull his cock out of you. Still semi-hard, he twitched slightly as ropes of come connected you both briefly before breaking a few seconds later. A breathy moan of relief and tiredness sounded from you both as you felt yourself being carried back to your shared bed.

Looking up at your husband, you smiled softly and placed your hand back on his cheek. Thumb rubbed over the smooth skin as you looked into his eyes. You never failed to feel so much love for him, no matter what he was doing. The fact that he wasn't just a pro hero, but your husband, made your heart swell with pride and love.

"You know, we should do that more often, I love watching everything, and I mean everything". Your sudden response caught Bakugou by surprise, a soft smile tugged at his lips as he cupped your cheek, eyes taking in your tired and flustered face.

He didn't think you would be up for doing that again, ashamed to admit he might have been a bit selfish in wanting to do something he had wanted for a while. He had a hard time expressing himself, especially when it came to his sex life with you. You were patient enough with him, but he still felt that guilt.

"You read my mind, princess, but you know I won't do anything you're not comfortable with". His eyes softened as you nodded your head, letting a tired yawn escape. "Let me get your cleaned up, then we'll cuddle".

Placing a soft kiss on your forehead, you felt the weight on the mattress shift as Bakugou left you for a moment, returning with a cloth, bowl and towel. Dipping the material into the water, he moved your legs apart slowly, dabbing the cloth across your swollen pussy to remove the bodily fluids that were starting to dry.

Despite the rough exterior, your husband was as gentle as can be when it mattered the most. When you were cleaned up enough, you felt the mattress dip with his weight once more, a tired smile tugging at your lips and you found yourself wrapped up in both strong arms as the bed sheets.

Moving closer to your husband, you cuddle into him and placed your hand on his chest, resting it just above his heart. Your fingers resting gently on the scar he had from his teenage years. When a fight against a villain went wrong. Where his heart stopped before he was brought back to life in front of your eyes.

A sight that still haunted you every now and then to this day. "I love you, Katsuki, I'm so glad I chose you".

Red eyes glanced down at your now sleeping form. A soft smile staying on his lips as he leaned over, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head. Of course, he knew how much you loved him, it was obvious to him, and everyone out there just how much you'd fallen for him.

From the shy, timid girl he first met in the hero course at U.A High, to the confident woman who was now in his arms, he never stopped loving you. Even when he thought his life had ended, even when you gripped him tightly when he was revived, not tight enough to hurt him, though. Even on the day you got married, it had always been you.

He was forever grateful that you chose him because no one else would ever get to see him like this. To see him vulnerable in such a raw way. And no one else would ever get to see this side of you, too for as long as he lived.

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[sparrows4bats]

Triplet AU of my Pregnant Damian AU.

For that, Anon ask that endured my info dump on Jonathan Kent and the biology of twins

Jonathan Kent didn't think he would have any particular feelings about his pregnant partner.

Jon hadn't even really given a thought about wanting kids or not before he fell in love with Damian.

Damian is so caring and loving, with Lizzie, with his animals that Jon knows deep in his soul that he'd be a wonderful parent, and Jon wants to do that with him.

Then he hears a second heartbeat coming from his boyfriend as they lay in bed together.

And what always seemed like a distant possibility turned into reality.

Jon cries. He is so full of love for this tiny little thing that he and Damian created together.

Jon adores Damian and loves every part of him to the point that multiple people have called him obsessed. If this child is anything like the love of his life, they can only be amazing.

He loves his future child the moment he knows they exist.

He definitely didn't expect how much Damian being pregnant would affect him.

Jon knows he's being protective and a little overbearing, but the idea of anything hurting Damian has always made him despair but the idea of anything happening to him while he is in such a fragile state makes Jon want to die.

Damian books an appointment to get it confirmed. Jon is barely able to control his excitement!

Damian is watching him with fond exasperation as Jon holds his hand and grins like a loon.

He remains fond until the technician points out their baby. Or babies.

"So here we have, baby A and Baby B they're identical twins, and off to the side, there is Baby C."

"Triplets?" Damian asks horrified.

"Yes Dr Wayne."

Jon looks away from the screen to see his wonderful, amazing partner glaring at him.

"Anything I need to know about symptoms."

"You'll need to rest a lot more, and this will be classed as a higher risk case. With a higher chance of complications so I will be seeing a lot more often, we also need to discuss your diet."

The mention of complications breaks whatever shock Jon was under.

Three kids.

Three entire people.

Damian is growing three babies.

Jon loves the idea of having a big family. Growing up, he was his parents' only biological child with Kon so much older and twins coming much later. He spent much of his time alone as a child.

His kids will apparently never have that problem.

He is shocked, happy, and terrified.

Damian is squeezing his hand so hard, Jon is glad he is invulnerable.

Complications. Pregnancy is hard. Having triplets is even harder.

Damian might kill him. Batman definitely will.

When they leave the office, He and Damian sit for a bit.

"Holy shit." Damian breathes and starts laughing histaricly. After a moment, Jon joins him.

It takes a while for them to calm down.

They catch their breaths, and Jon kisses his boyfriend soundly. "I love you, and I love our babies."

Damian smiles. "I love you too, but I am still very annoyed with you for impregnating with three of them. Don't think I didn't do the math and notice this happened the first week we got together."

Jon tries to look sympathetic, but seeing how Damian hits him, he must look as proud and happy as he feels.

"We are going to be so outnumbered, and they're half me and half you, so they'll be little trouble makers!"

"Thank God we have access to a lot of free babysitters. But you do realise we have to tell my father right away now, don't you? I can't be on the field, and the Justice League is going to need to find someone to cover me when i get farther along"

Dread creeps into Jons bones. "Tell our children I loved them."

"You aren't going to die! You're not allowed to. I can't raise three alien babies alone!"

Batman and Superman meet them at Damians Apartment a few hours later. Jon opens the door while Damian stays seated at the table.

"Father, I need to take a sabbatical from field work."

"Hello to you too, Damian."

Clark sits down. "Would you mind telling us why?"

Damian takes out his ultrasound and places it on the table. "Because I'm pregnant."

Bruce freezes while Clark looks on with shock.

Jon moves to stand behind his boyfriend with a hand on his shoulder. "With triplets."

"Are they yours?" Clark asks his son.

Jon nods and smiles as his father drags both boys into a hug.

Clark starts to cry. "I didn't even know you were together!"

Damian sighs. "We wanted privacy, but we are very happy about our unexpected development."

Jon hugs his dad back. "I love Damian and our little accidents."

Damian smacks him in the back of the head.

The three then realise Bruce is still silent and turn to look at the Bat.

"Father?"

Bruce is standing looking gobsmacked at the photo and promptly faints.

When Bruce awakes on the couch, it's to his pregnant son taking his pulse.

He sits up to find the Supers sitting opposite, crying while on the phone.

"Damian you are moving home. Immediately."

"What? No."

"You are having three babies, you need to be taken care of and observed especially given your choice of ...... partner."

"I can take care of Damian!" Jon blusters.

"Not as well as Alfred."

"But-

The argument goes on for weeks, but eventually, Bruce wins after Damian admits more hands would probably be helpful. Plus, Bruce builds him a beautiful nursery.

The entire batfamily basically moves in with him. Bruce is very smug.

Jon gets threatened within a literal inch of his life by all of them.

[condemnationau]

Chapter 1: Episode 9 First | Previous | Next

Hihi everyone- looks like I forgot to finish this draft and missed the upload date TuT

I’ve finally finished this episode after what felt like the most difficult time in my life :,D I’ve been having a lot of trouble lately with second guessing everything in my life and that had caused me to distance myself from practically everything creative!!

Now that my exams are over and my summer semester is starting, I’ve got a lot more free time in my hands.

Despite that, I still have doubts about whether or not I “should” continue working on CAU (Not saying it’s cancelled) I guess it’s just a fear of disappointing people that are far more knowledgable on undertale’s lore and skilled in writing perfect plots- since this is my first comic and I’m not as “deeply” informed on canon lore more than I am on fanon…

I worry that some of you guys will follow the story for what could be a few years just to be disappointed by my plot, which is the last thing I’d want- I’d hate to waste people’s times TuT

Regardless, I am grateful for the continued support- even during my absence, this community is the reason why I proudly display 50+ undertale stickers on everything I own just so I get to flaunt that I’m in love with undertale.

I hope you guys enjoy this episode, I actually loved the art towards the end as I had taken multiple breaks while working on it and I think my art shows that LOLL I know there isn’t much “revealed” in this episode but the first chapter is very much just exposition :,D

Alrightie, thanks for reading my rambles!!! Love you guys MWA byebye

[vigilantekisser]

hiiiiii!!! I just read all your dex fics and I’m frothing at the mouth… anyway I nEED a fic of reader riding Dex and calling him a loser and degrading him playfully.

anyway thank you sm

Misfit

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summary: [part 2 to loser] dex thinks he's gotten away with it, but you know more than you let on (1.7k)

cw: MDNI 18+!!! sub!dex, female reader, mean!reader, degradation, riding, pussyjob, cumplay, spit, humiliation, handjob, ruined orgasm, just filth

a/n: I’M BACK!!! finals week just finished and i’m almost done with the semester so i can get back to writing more dex soon yayyyy also idk how ‘playful’ this degradation was… sorry dex 😭 combined multiple asks for this one! thank you for the request!

To his credit, Dex was clearly trying to play it cool. His body was telling a different story, though—pants and boxers shoved haphazardly down sweat-slicked thighs, which flexed beneath you every time you moved. His chest was gleaming, flushed all the way down his sternum, skin damp between the soft scattering of brown hairs. The muscle in his jaw was working tight to stifle a groan.

You tilted your head, all sweet and mock-innocent. “Look at you.”

His cock twitched against his stomach, stiff and shiny with precum. There was little else that got you off like this: straddling his lap while you watched his lashes flutter lazily and catch the low light.

“I, uh—” Dex cleared his throat. “Not really fair, you lookin’ at me like that.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Like what?”

“Like…” He trailed off, shaking his head.

Shrugging, you rolled your hips forward—slow, deliberate—letting your folds press around the full length of his cock without resistance. The sound was filthy as your clit bumped the head, the shaft gliding through the dripping mess between your legs.

Dex sucked in a sharp breath through his nose. His cock was soaked now, glistening in your slick, jerking with every grind.

“You’re twitching,” you murmured, smiling down at him. “Can feel it. Gonna come before you’re even inside, aren’t you?”

“C’mon,” Dex said shakily, voice low and strained. 

“What?”

“I did so good for you, right? I got you off, didn’t I?” His voice was breaking, inching toward a whine. “M’being good, so… don’t be– don’t be cruel, okay?”

“Dex,” you whispered, nipping at his jaw. “I haven’t even started.”

Staying close, you kept moving, just slow, lazy rolls of your soaked cunt over his cock. The tip caught under your clit again and he shivered, shoulders flexing tight against the pillows.

“Thought you earned something? Just ‘cause you made me cum?”

He let out a little laugh of disbelief, trying for a nervous, lopsided grin. “I didn’t think a reward was outta line.”

“Oh, sorry.” You sat back upright and ground down on him harder. “I didn’t know you were the one in charge here.” 

Troubled, Dex’s hands pawed at the sheets again, his pretty, trembling thighs tense between your own. He looked down at where you slid over his cock—the added pressure making the head catch at the dip of your entrance, slick stringing off the head. 

“Sorry,” he muttered, swallowing hard. “Sorry.”

You laughed. “What a fucking freak.”

Your words seemed to break through to him enough, with a twitch of his hips and his cheeks flushing brighter. 

“Oh, you liked that. So cute.”

He groaned, tipping his head back, the pale column of his throat exposed and taut—you had the sudden urge to mark the pristine line of it with your teeth.

“Okay, okay,” he rasped, “can we—fuck—can we please just—” Dex blinked up at you, “I’m already losing my fuckin’ mind. Just—please, I need it. I’ll be good, I swear—”

“You’ll behave?”

He nodded, too fast. “Yeah. Been so good to you anyway.”

“Oh, good.” You tilted your head, still grinding lazily on his cock. “That why you’ve been stalking me and stealing my panties? You call that good?”

His whole body went still. “What?”

In the dark, Dex couldn’t see your face clearly: just the shape of your mouth, a sliver of your expression caught in the pale citylight spilling through the window. But he knew his face was bare in it, visible and completely exposed, helpless. 

Caught.

“Panties from my gym bag. My apartment. Remember?” You kept your voice airy, amused. “And that little show you put on earlier? Really subtle, Dex. Want a fucking medal?”

Dex’s lips parted, wide-eyed in panic. His chest rose hard beneath you, mind racing—trying to count how many times you’d caught him, how much you knew how far back it went. Maybe if he said the right thing, played it down— 

“I didn’t think you noticed—fuck, I’m—”

Rolling your eyes, you lined up and sank down on him to shut him up, just enough to press the head of his cock inside. Dex made a raw, shameful sound before he could even swallow it down. His cock throbbed where your cunt cradled it, but the base of his spine buzzed with something closer to fear.

“C’mon, Dex,” you whispered. “Don’t act like I’m stupid. My phone, too. And my diaries? I hope you liked the messages I left there for you, at least.” You batted your eyes. “‘I think he’s the one,’ ‘I think I love him.’”

You leaned in. “I bet you loved that one. Touched yourself to that, didn’t you?”

Of course he had. The memory hit him with violent clarity: the heat in his palm, the diary open on his lap, the way he’d come too fast to even pretend it wasn’t what it was. His stomach turned, and as if to steady himself his hands gripped your thighs tight, bracing for something awful.

There was nowhere to hide—not from your eyes, not from the soft squeeze of your pussy fluttering around the tip of him. He could feel every ounce of judgment behind your breath.

“Well?”

He murmured a string of curses under his breath.

“Did you touch yourself or not?”

“I, uh—“ His gaze dropped to somewhere beside you, unfocused. “I didn’t mean to—” he started, but his voice gave out, useless.

“You gonna lie to me?” you said, pushing down again to tease another half-inch inside. “While you’re inside me? Really?”

You leaned in, lips against his ear.

“It’s okay, baby. Just say sorry.”

He shivered, forehead damp with the need to be forgiven.

“S—sorry,” he whispered.

“Not enough.”

You sank down one inch more. He groaned, long and wrecked.

“Properly now. Say sorry for stalking me.”

“I’m—I’m sorry for—stalking you,” he choked out.

“And?” You lifted your hips again, slow, dragging the head right back to your entrance. “What’s the rest?”

Dex’s breath hitched. His thighs were trembling now, his hips desperately straining not to thrust upwards into you.

“I’m sorry,” he said, barely audible. “Sorry for being a loser.”

“Louder.” He squeezed his eyes shut. “Say it louder, baby.”

“I’m sorry for being a fuckin’ loser,” Dex said, voice cracking, whole body bucking beneath you.

You sank down, all the way. His cock slid inside with a slick, obscene sound—your pussy swallowing him in one wet, greedy pull. The curve of it pressed just right against your front wall and he let out a sharp moan, loud and guttural.

“Oh, my Go—fuck—” Dex groaned. “Can’t hold it—”

“You’re doing so well,” you whispered, lips brushing his cheek.

He moved—hips jerking up, sudden and sloppy, the motion uncoordinated from how fucking overwhelmed he was. He shoved himself deeper and gasped again, mouth falling open. It felt mind-numbingly good—you moaned softly into the side of his neck.

Taking over, you rocked your hips down, slow and deep. He couldn’t keep up: the clench of your pussy squeezing around him, the obscene drag of your walls every time you lifted yourself and dropped again. Dex groaned, head thrown back, the strain in his throat sharpening, jaw slack.

“There,” you said, spitting down on him, “That’s how you do it.”

You kept riding him through it with your pace never breaking. Leaning forward, you kissed the sweaty hollow above his collarbone.

“Tell me when you’re close,” you breathed into his hair.

He nodded, frantic, hips thrusting up without rhythm now, chasing each stroke like it was the last.

“I’m—fuck—I’m gonna—”

You clenched once, deep.

“Please,” Dex gasped, voice thick and hoarse. “I’m close—I’m so close—please—”

His whole body jolted, once, and he let out a sound halfway between a moan and a sob. His cock was throbbing inside you, thick and twitching. He was so easy to read: hard pulses, the stutter of him right on the edge. In one move, you lifted off him, the drag of your cunt pulling away messy, his cock pulsing as it slipped free.

“Wait,” he gasped. “Wait—what—what are you—no, no no no—”

You grinned down at him, watching the confusion bloom in his eyes. You wrapped your hand around his cock—warm and wet with your combined mess—and started working him with fast, cruel strokes, mean and unforgiving.

“Fuuuck—” Dex choked out, whole body seizing. “Don’t—don’t do that—Fuck!”

His hips bucked off the bed, and he came hard. Pearls of milky cum shot up his stomach, spurting up to his abs, some catching on your fingers as you stroked him through it. A broken, pained whimper slipped out of him. It kept coming, desperate, each spasm of his cock twitching helplessly in your grip.

You slowed your hand, letting the last dribbles spill out and leak down his shaft, puddling messily in the patch of brown hair at the base.

Dex was a fucking mess, panting and red-faced, struggling to catch his breath.

“Poor baby,” you cooed, watching his cock twitch in the aftermath. “Made a mess of yourself. Fuckin’ gross.”

He didn’t answer, staring dazed at the sticky mess drying across his skin.

You leaned forward and kissed the corner of his mouth.

“Still think you deserve a reward?”

He shook his head, eyes teary, brows drawn up and pitiful. So cute. 

You grinned and reached around, slipping your hand into the back pocket of his jeans, which were still bunched beneath his thighs. Pulling out the lace panties he thought he’d gotten away with, you dangled them over his stomach, hovering playfully, then pressed them into his shaky open hand.

“Go on, then,” you whispered, brushing your lips to his ear. “Clean yourself up.”

[nakylvr]

here are some of my personal hcs, jay! expand on them if you want to:)

spidey megs def exposed her identity multiple times to no avail; nobody ever believes her because she’s unserious

spidey megs would definitely use her powers to her advantage in her daily life, she’s honestly very reckless. it’s really surprising no one’s caught her yet.

spidey megs tends to try to solve conflict by trying to reason first before fighting–it usually never works but the thought is appreciated by sophia ( who i headcannon would be her ned in a sense )

spidey megs has trouble with her dyslexia on missions, so much so that everyone just gives her a transmitter and hope to god that it works. last time she tried to read up on the villain beforehand she got her ass beat😭

spidey megs likes to promote fanart, fan fictions, fancams–really anything about spider woman despite it being her. it makes her look like a lesbian weirdo superfan.

spidey megs is definitely a loser. when she gets a crush, her powers go haywire😞 one time she was walking behind you on her way to class and accidentally got stuck on the staircase into the building. ( she had to ditch her shoes and her socks )

spidey megs is always posting on her personal account in places she should not be at. it really begs the question why nobody ever believes her, esp when she’s on the side of the empire state building 💔

when spidey megs did interviews, she stuttered a lot. it was to the point that reporters just covered the rescue and skipped it entirely. it is like that to this day.

spidey megs does dance trends after fighting villains if she’s not bruised up too much. ( her favorite is wall dancing )

as a girlfriend, spidey megs goes for grand gestures, using her alter-ego to show how much she loves you. you want flowers? yeah, she’s using superhero status to get you flowers from greece. you want thai food? completely authentic–she’s going there for you right now. you want a letter? good. after she’s done with this robber, a love letter will appear on the side of a building, proofread before by sophia so it’s perfect. only the best for you, she’s a loser in love.

spidey megs is the type of girlfriend to web somebody that was bothering you to a pole. if there ever is a need for a fight, trust and believe she’s beating ass for you.

spidey megs is really clingy. she’s taking you with her almost everywhere if she knows it’s gonna be safe. even though she wants you with her all the time, she doesn’t want to risk you getting hurt.

you’re giving spidey megs massages and first aid all the time. when you come into the picture, sophia is overjoyed that she’s got less of a workload. megan doesn’t ask for them, not wanting to be too selfish and bother you, but it’s only when you gently coax her into laying down and convincing her she’s okay that lets go.

spidey megs convinces you and sophia to bring speakers to her next big fight in new york, asking you to give her a “theme song.” it was join us for a bite. it became a meme. she’s still pressed about it–the song coming up in her edits and in her personal life makes her so irritated😭

spidey megs is loaded after becoming officially affiliated with the avengers. but before that, she was the broke-as-fuck college vigilante. she totally asked to hold 50 from sophia to buy you things, promising to pay her back. ( she didn’t and never will )

also bonus, when spidey megs first enrolled in college, sophia told her she should take up martial arts or contact sports to explain why she was always looking beat–in short, megan takes jiu jitsu and does wrestling. she also still takes dance as well, just for the flexibility! ( it’s where she meets you😊 )

angst moment: when you die because she couldn’t save you in time, she puts up the mask for a while. she’s in a mix of disassociation and disbelief, refusing to believe that you are truly dead until she’s forced to come face to face with your killer again: this time with sophia’s life on the line.

it’s only then that she chooses to get back into hero life, wanting to honor your memory, and save others from suffering the same fate as you and her.

with love, 🐠

YES GODDDDDD SPIDEY!MEGAN I LOVE YOU SO BAD 💔💔💔 this is all so real i have no words nothing to add ITS BEAUTIFUL and i will be stealing for future spidey!meg fics if thats okay 🫶

[moran-with-a-g]

Hey I hope you don't mind, but I had a question. I'm a trans/queer diaspora Jew who has considered making Aliyah. In your experience, how is it to be genderqueer in a county where the language is very gendered? Like if I wanted to be referred to in a masculine way, but appear feminine would that cause a lot of pushback? I know here in the US it depends a lot on where you are, and I'd imagine that may be true over there as well but I also don't want to assume. I also know there's been some attempts at creating gender neutral language in Hebrew, but am unsure as to how widespread the usage of that is.

So it depends where you're going and how familiar people are with you.

For example, I don't bother correcting random strangers who I'm only meeting for the first time, because it's too bothersome to explain it every single time.

I have a friend who uses "plural masculine" pronouns (a sort of literal translation of they/them, very confusing for people to understand how to use if it's their first time), and they tell me how for most people it takes a minimum of a week to get the hang of it, and it's usually like a month before someone truly wraps their brain around it. So they settle on people just being respectful of their identity and doing their best, even if they get misgendered almost daily. Outside of that specific friend, I have multiple others who use plural masculine, but no idea how they go about it outside of queer circles. I had a similar experience to my friend when I used plural masculine as well.

I don't know about pushback, per se, because I personally didn't experience that much pushback from people who weren't family, but I'm sure that's not the global experience. In my experience people are more confused when you tell them than upset, and they're pretty curious why and how it works, and they're willing to try. Some of them don't, and I can think of one specific person out of like 100 people in my previous workplace who actively refused to use my pronouns, everyone else did their best even if they didn't always get it. When I started working there I still used plural masculine, and I had coworkers of plenty of backgrounds - secular, frum, Ashkenazi, Mizrahi, it was pretty diverse there. And I couldn't point at a specific group and tell you "they respect me more/less". Only a few specific people ever actually gave me trouble for my gender identity and they were pretty easy to avoid altogether. One time I had a fight about genderqueerness with a guy who used my pronouns for the entire half hour he called my gender a mental illness 🤷

Also, people usually don't care what pronouns you use for yourself. I tend to default to masculine pronouns on the phone because people assume from my voice I'm a woman, and it makes almost everyone confused and rarely does anyone ask about it XD they usually just keep replying to me with feminine pronouns.

All in all I would say my experience is pretty positive when it comes to respect, but I can get misgendered a lot on days I prefer masculine pronouns over feminine, and I learnt to live with that. I recommend asking more trans Israelis because my experience is almost exclusively about being queer in the central area of Israel, which is just more well known as a queer friendly area. I especially recommend asking trans people who have experience with putting their foot down more about their pronouns because I truly don't care about misgendering if it comes from a person who treats me and my gender identity with respect.

[yunazxxx]

please don't love how i need you — daniela avanzini

- in where reader devotes her entire self to daniela — (wc) 3.1k

violence, selfharm mentions, major character deaths, abuse mentions, bittersweet, crying, fights, shoot out with the police — now playing western nights by ethel cain

—

“babe please! drive faster” daniela shouted, you were in the driver’s seat, speeding on the highway in the third high speed chase within the last four months.

you couldn’t deny that you loved daniela, she meant the world to you, but every other week she was getting into some type of trouble.

robbing people, starting fights at bars, getting you guys kicked out of every motel you could possibly find. you two ran away together as teenagers, you wanted to rebel against your parents and daniela really had no choice.

you two had a trauma bond, and you found love in it, even though you now hated it, at the time, it was something new… something different.

right now she was halfway out the window of the car she had stolen just a week prior, shooting the tires out on the cop cars.

the chase had been going on for over an hour now, you guys were nearing crossing the state lines. she urged you to speed up, and you did. you were already going over 100mph, soon you guys crossed the state line, evading the police successfully.

once you guys got away you ditched the car in random woods and you two continued to walk on foot. once you guys finally got somewhere you could rest, daniela turned to you and smiled at you, despite how tired she was.

“thank you” she softly said to you, and pulled you into a kiss. you responded to the kiss, but you felt more distant away from daniela. once you two broke apart her eyebrows furrowed, “are you okay?”

and you just shook it off, “yeah, i just need to rest” and daniela nodded, still panting from the adrenaline. she had her gun on her hip, hidden in the waist of her jeans and she held your hand while you two walked to find somewhere to stay.

it was already past midnight, 2:45 am to be exact. no motels were going to check you guys in, especially if they caught word of the news. daniela was on the fbi’s most wanted list at this point, for continuously evading police and even killing a few people.

her face was literally everywhere, you two ran into a sign on one of the buildings with her face on it, the amount given to whoever turned her in was now 700k .. and daniela giggled seeing it, “guess i’m finally famous”

it was a bittersweet moment for the both of you, daniela growing up with parents and family members who never really believed in anything she wanted to do, always putting her down and making her feel like she was never enough for them.. no matter how good she did.

which caused her to rebel, she started off small, ditching classes, and getting into fights, bringing knives to places she’s not supposed to, then she started drinking and smoking at 16, almost 17 years old.. dealing drugs too.

but that’s how you met her, she was outside your workplace, hiding behind the back with her hood on while you were throwing out some trash.

you worked at your family’s owned shop, it’s not like you wanted to, they forced you to. they always gave you the night shift, despite knowing you were to study and other things to attend to.

“hey…?” you said to her, and she looked up at you. her lip was busted and bloodied, and her eyes were slightly bloodshot.

“h-hi… i’m sorry” she said, her voice was low, and raspy. it sounded like she had just gotten hit in her throat really hard, like she was forcing her voice out.

you gently walked up to her, slightly pulling back her hoodie. your face was filled with concern, you noticed multiple bruises and markings on her.

“c-come inside..” you softly said, leading her inside of the building. daniela hadn’t said anything yet, but she followed you inside.

she kept her head down while you took her inside, you sat her inside of the break room, going up front to attend to any remaining customers before putting up a sign saying you were on break for a while.

once you returned back there, you approached daniela gently, “hey… what happened to you?” you asked, but you were hesitant in case she was violent but she just… looked at you.

“just… got into a fight” she was lying.

daniela had just ran away from home after her father put his hands on her again, this was the fifth time today.

she was in the alley selling whatever pills she got her hands on so she could get a hotel room for the night, so she wasn’t there with him.

you tried looking into her eyes, but she avoided eye contact. once you caught a glimpse of her eyes, you could see how bloody they were. it made your heart sink, “no… you’re…” you tried speaking but you couldn’t.

the amount of injuries on daniela made you feel sick to your stomach…

you didn’t want to press her to tell you, but you couldn’t stop worrying about how this happened to her. you stood up, going to grab the medkit that was somewhere in the shop.

once you made your way back to the break room, daniela was standing up now. “i’m not going to hurt you… okay?” you tried calming her down, she was so… tense. — like she was in defense, like she’s always in a defensive state.

she tried to breathe, she trusted you. the cuban woman sat back down, and you inched closer to her, opening the medkit. “can you remove this for me?” you asked, pointing to her hoodie and tshirt that were stained in blood.

she slowly started removing the hoodie, wincing as she did and you could her arms, noticing the multiple bruises on them. “oh baby…” you gently said, your heart aching seeing them.

each bruise was in a different healing process, some were fresh from today, one even looked like it happened just a few hours prior.

you convinced daniela to remove her tshirt, and she did. you helped her remove it, being as gentle as you possibly could even though your hands were shaking.

your heart ached even worse, seeing all of the cuts and marks that continued on her body. you pulled out a wipe, putting some peroxide on it.

“squeeze my hand if it hurts too much, okay?” you gently said and she nodded, grasping your hand into hers, you began to dab the wet wipe on her opened wound, it was a gash on her arm.

she winced and began squeezing your arm while the wound was being cleaned. you tried your best to still comfort her, attempting to strike up a conversation to take her mind off of the moment.

“what’s your name?” you’d softly ask her, while getting a new wipe, applying more peroxide, “daniela..” she’d barely get out, and you nodded. “its a pretty name, mine’s y/n” you said gently, still in the attempt to comfort the latina.

you wrapped bandages on her gash after cleaning it, then moving on to the next cut, the scratches on her face. “oh you poor thing, how’d these get here?” you softly asked, looking into daniela’s eyes.

“it’s uhm.. it’s a long story” she said, you could tell she didn’t want to talk about it, and really couldn’t talk about what happened.

you just nodded, not pressing her for anything more. you grabbed another wipe, this one to just clean her face, you gently held her jaw and wiped the dried blood, her hazel eyes looking into yours.. like she was pleading for help.

you continued wiping her face, your heart hurting the more you saw her like this.. she looked so tired. you sighed once you finished, putting a bandaid on her face, and noticing her neck.

you gently reached out to touch it but retracted when she shook her head, “p-please.. don’t touch it” she said softly, the hurt and fear evident in her speech and you just nodded.

you left to get her a shirt, something other than the bloodied tshirt and oversized hoodie that was covered in blood, dirt and who knows what else.

you didn’t feel comfortable letting her back outside, knowing what she was doing. daniela had dropped some of her product when she removed her hoodie, and just looked at you, almost pleading to not say anything. — which you didn’t.

when you came back with her shirt you helped her put it on, “just, stay here until i close shop, please?” you softly asked her, and despite daniela not knowing you at all, it was either this, dealing with people who she did business with or her family. — you seemed to be her only safe house, so she stayed with you.

that was the night you met daniela, when you two established a bond. it took a few days before she opened up to you, before you found out about her past, and found out you two had a lot in common.

you didn’t look the part though, which is so easy to say, just because you don’t look like you’re suffering you aren’t but you were.

you had always worn long sleeves, daniela was always questioning why’d you wear them so often, especially with how hot it was at the time but you just shook your head.

dismissing it over and over again, until she saw it. you in your process of attempting to forget, needles, lines, blades, pills, alcohol… all of it.

daniela had never seen you like this, and you never knew she saw you like that because she never said anything. she swore to herself she’d make a better life for the both of you.

after a few months of you two hanging around each other, daniela came up with a plan for you guys to run away, start fresh.

at first it was a dumb little plan two teenage girls came up with, wanting to have a better life but soon it became your reality.

the night came when you were at work, a group of people came in, and went straight to you. “have you seen, dan?” one of them asked, and your brows furrowed.

“i’m sorry, i don’t know who that is…” and one of them just scoffed, “come on, she’s at your shop every night. just let us talk to her” and you began to process everything.

“i’m not sure if she’s here…. let me check.” you said, turning around to go get “her”. once you went to the break room, you began loading your gun, coming back outside with it on your hip, but not visible to the group of people.

one of the females in the group asked, “so? where is she?” and you shook your head, “i don’t know, she isn’t here…” but she just scoffed, walking up closer to the desk.

“you know where she is… you just don’t want to tell us” you swallowed hard, looking into this woman’s eyes while your hands slowly pulled the pistol from your back pocket, you cocked the gun and held it directly at the woman’s head.

“i’m not gonna tell you guys again, she’s not here. get out of my shop. now.” and another one spoke up, “it’s not even loaded”, in a mocking tone… snickering.

so you shot at one of them, the bullet piercing through their leg, making them scream and fall to the floor. — you didn’t move an inch, and just stood there, cocking the gun again, another bullet ready to go.

they decided to just leave, obviously after you shot at them. daniela was sleeping in the back, the gunshot waking her up and making her scared something happened to you.

she rushed from the break room, only to see you crouched behind the desk, knees up to your chest and head down while you cried.

the sight broke her heart, she gently approached you, crouching down. “h-hey..” she reached her hand out, wanting to touch you but she didn’t, it just hovered in the air.

you looked up, noticing daniela and just hugged her tightly, as if you’d fall if you let her go. through your shaky breaths and speech you got out, “i’m ready.. i want to leave.. please”

daniela held you tight, and nodded, “okay.. okay yeah. we’ll.. we’ll leave” she said, trying to keep her own voice steady. you two stayed like this for a while, until you both finally broke apart.

you grabbed supplies from your shop, including your pistol, which you put on the waistband of your jeans.

daniela watched as you did this, putting her own against her belt, and having knives just in case. you two got into her car and gave each other one last look, “we’ll be happy soon… i promise” daniela swore to you, holding your hand tightly as she began to drive.

and now that’s been your life, always running. you and daniela had a fight one day, you were screaming at her.

“i’m tired of running daniela! i want to be able to rest, to settle down! to just…” you choked out a sob, not being able to finish.

daniela just held you against her chest. — “i know.”

you tried pushing her away, everything but you were too weak, you couldn’t just get her away. her embrace was your only sense of comfort, even when you were mad at her.

“i hate you… s-so much dani” you said against her chest, still crying. it broke her heart but she just nodded, “i love you… y/n.. we won’t have to continue running, i promise.. we’ll get somewhere new soon”

it’s not like you didn’t trust her, you were here with her, in a foreign state, your family had been trying to reach you ever since that night but you never answered their calls.

now you were laying in the same bed beside daniela, looking into her eyes. “what if the next time that happens…” you asked, breaking the silence “some….. something goes bad?” you slightly stumbled over your words.

daniela reached her hands out for yours, looking into your eyes, “nothing’s going to happen to me.. we’re always going to be with each other.” she said, a tear running down her face.

“i love you, and if something happens, you’re going to be okay..” she said, her voice slightly breaking. she knew the reality, the police had been closing in on her location for several days now, this police chase was the closest they’ve gotten to catching her.

the thought of her going to jail was hard on both of you, daniela’s main purpose was to protect you. if she was gone, who would do that for you?

you both just held each other all night that night, scared for what was to come. you both found solace in one another’s embrace, but it was all ruined by the owner of the motel knocking on the door.

you got up to answer it, “yeah…?” you asked, door slightly cracked so he couldn’t see daniela. “the police are asking to speak with you, about a stolen vehicle?” he said, questioning this.

you sighed and nodded, “can i get a few minutes? i have to get myself together” and he nodded, walking back down to the police.

you closed the door locking it, rushing over to wake up daniela. “baby.. wake up. please” you said, slightly panicked but quiet.

“wha..what? whats happening?” she asked, stirring awake, trying to process your panicked demeanor, “the cops.. they’re… they’re here. they want to know about the car.”

and her eyes widened, her heart slightly dropping. she hurried and grabbed what she could of your belongings, not forgetting either of your guns and she walked out with you.

the motel door brought your guys straight outside, you guys stole another vehicle, you hot wired the car after daniela picked the lock and you guys drove off.

you were speeding, your head was spinning and your heart was racing. daniela noticed and just placed her hand on your thigh, giving you a reassuring squeeze.

you guys thought you got away after an hour of driving, but then you heard sirens.

fuck.

you slowed down the car, hoping the cops weren’t looking for you two but they started slowing down too which made you speed up, dashing through traffic.

“please… please.. please” you begged as your anxiety began to peak, scared that they’d catch up to you guys.

the police began calling for backup, helicopters were starting to get an overhead view of your car and you tried to keep your composure.

daniela told you where to turn to avoid all sightings of them, even the helicopters wouldn’t be able to see you both.

once you stopped the car you were shaking, daniela rushed over to the driver’s side and pulled you out, just holding you.

tears ran down both of your faces, and you gave daniela one last kiss. you knew it was time… you both did.

“p-promise me.. you’ll be okay..” daniela begged through her choked up sobs, and you just nodded, but she wanted to hear you say it, “please.. y-y/n.. please”

she pleaded again and you just held her tighter, “i-i’m gonna be okay..” then you guys heard leaves rustling, they were coming.

daniela had pulled her gun out, standing you both up and she aimed it, “w-what are you doing?!” you screamed asking her but she just shook her head, “please get into the car” she pleaded but you refused.

“no dani, please put the gun down! they’re gonna kill you!” you said, the tears continued to stream down your face but daniela shook her head again, “it’s okay.. please get into the car”

“no da-“ you said and a cop appeared, noticing her gun, he quickly shot her. you screamed her name, watching her fall to the floor, the bullet automatically killing her.

you felt weak, falling to your knees and holding her in your arms. “d-dani.. baby..” you tried tapping her face, trying to wake her up.

you were giving yourself a false sense of hope, pulling her close to you and slowly rocking her. the police continued to approach and you got into the car, despite how much you were crying you continued driving straight, making your way out of the woods.

your heart was shattered into a millions pieces as you started heading to the interstate, you couldn’t see anything, you were just going north.

“i’ll… i’ll make us both happy” you said to yourself, through the choked up sobs and blurry vision.

—

prev kats works

[a103-chris-mm]

Sturniolo Triplets x reader hogwarts au

Slytherin nick sturniolo - pureblood

-spends too much time in the slytherin common room at night. has definitely spent all nighters down there and slytherins will walk in and see him in there and then walk to their rooms. next morning walk out and hes still there.

-i wanna say hes good at defense against the arts

-hes either amazing at potions or sucks major balls at it THERE IS NO INBETWEEN

-whenever he is taking notes for class, he will always write his thoughts or opinions on whats happening or the class itself

-he will never admit it but he thinks professor McGonagall serves cunt

-he doesn’t really like dracos group that much he thinks they act foolish. genuinely he shit talks them to his brothers far to often.

-he will sometimes go to pansy just to gossip though

-has a love hate relationship with snape

-does not like lavender brown. he thinks her overall vibe is just ehh

-he 100% judges gryffindors even though he tries not to. he still has that bit of house pride there.

-he will try and sit with his brothers as much as he can. when people look at him weird for it, he will glare at them and say a rude comment

-whenever he hears anyone from other houses or his own house talking shit about his brothers, he will make them feel bad about themselves to an unbelievable point(parents were told)

-mary lou has definitely made multiple howlers to him about this

-he gets along with luna lovegood quite a bit. they will just sit and talk about everything. she will make little trinkets for him to wear and he always does wear them.

- at first he thought she was weird but once he got to know her, he immediately regretted everything he thought before. they are close friends now

Gryffindor matt sturniolo - pureblood

-he gets detention a lot. its not like he’s a bad student. he just sneaks out a lot at night to the forbidden forest to clear his mind. he just keeps getting caught

-hes good at potions, hes just very precise with his hands

-bro dozes off way too much. he can literally fall asleep anywhere.

-hes definitely known around school for being late to class because of this reason. everyone always sees him running to class. by the time he gets there, he is definitely out of breath. EACH time this happens he always does this really awkward walk to his seat while saying sorry.

-there is not one student who hasn’t seen this kid asleep somewhere.

-he gets in trouble a lot because everyone thinks he’s stealing their pets. he’s not, the animals just come towards him.

-whenever they are near he immediately is just like “KITTY!!!!” and starts petting them. ONCE AGAIN PARENTS WERE TOLD.

-his fav teacher is lupin just cuz he thinks lupin teaches in the most understandable way.

-besides lupin he also loves hagrid and will spend his free time going to hagrid to listen to stories(he will prob fall asleep)

-he gets a long with dean, seamus, and neville the most. he is probably a part of their group when hes not with his brothers.

-very rarely you will see him talking to harry. their conversation are always deep though. despite not spending much time together, they sure know a lot about eachother

-bro does not like percy weasley at all. hes too annoying to him. percy is always on his ass to get to class and blah blah blah.

- he is also a friend to oliver wood. he is on the quidditch team as a beater. he actually loves the sport and thats why him and oliver get along soo much.

- some slytherins are afraid of him. they just a always see his attitude. he may or may not have punched draco once (details wont be exposed) he did receive a howler for that

-he doesn’t necessarily hate slytherins. they just always encounter him when he’s in a bad mood.

Hufflepuff chris sturniolo - pureblood

-often in the kitchens chatting with the house-elves and sneaking snacks back to his dorm

-he tends to be nice without knowing it. everyone loves him at school because he always includes them in conversations

-no one ever feels left out around him. it’s not like he does it on purpose either. he just talks so much and doesn’t realize what he’s doing.

-he’s not oblivious to people liking him though. he sees how friendly people are to him and just assumes he’s lucky. is very confused still

-he makes playlists for his walk to classes. no doubt people have seen him dancing/lip syncing his way to class. not like over exaggerated or anything crazy but he’s definitely doing something.

-he doesn’t like the school part of hogwarts so he doesn’t do that well in class but for some weird reason he excels in herbology.

-snape hates him.

- he doesn’t like hermione. its truly only because he thinks she hates him. which she doesn’t. its just that when he first spoke to him she was very focused on her work and was annoyed with him.

-he loves professor sprout, mainly cuz hes good in her class.

-hes friends with cedric. they both have a charm to them that everyone loves. he looks up to cedric in a way.

- when seamus’ potion blew up in his face chris laughed at him. then the same thing happened to him. they became friends after that.

-he hangs out with fred and george. they teach him pranks and he joins in with them a lot. he gets in trouble a lot bc of this. you guessed it parents were told

-whenever fred and george are looking for victims he always steers their head away from his brothers. he doesn’t want them to become victims.

-he gets…..a lot of love letters sent his way. which genuinely horrifies him. he has definitely hid from girls who have sent him them in fear that they’d say something.

-he lets luna paint his nails

Ravenclaw reader - halfblood

- shes amazing at photography and spends most of her time doing that

-she’s not very known at school at least thats what she thinks. most people do know her but are too shy to go up to her.

-its not likes she rude or popular. she just seems so in her thoughts. her face just naturally looks like she’s thinking about something deep.

-her favorite subjects is defense against the arts. shes good at it and she just has always been interested in it.

-when first meeting her you think shes quiet but then you get to know her and she does not stop talking.

-she gets overly invested into her interests and knows everything about them. she can go on and on with talking about it.

-shes allergic to most animals but she still loves hanging with them. which causes some problems. her parents had to warn staff to make sure she doesn’t spend too much time with animals.

-she knows most people at school because she enjoys taking pictures of them to add to her collection. not in a creepy way but she finds people delightful to look at and yk she’s amazing at photography so its just fits. she usually asks people for permission to take photos of them. key word: usually

-she gets along with luna lovegood and neville longbottom the most. she loves using them as her muse.

- she enjoys listening to neville talk about his plants and he enjoys listening to her talk about her interests.

-teachers don’t really feel a certain way about her but they appreciate her hard work

-she has been learning to draw people. she’s naturally good at it but thinks she sucks. she hides her work from friends bc she likes to just have somethings private.

-she has seen nick walking around school and hanging with luna. she thinks green fits him really well. she has asked him to take a few pics when he was sitting underneath a tree reading. he agreed and he asked her about photography bc he’s always been interested in it but never got time to learning it. she showed him some of her work and told him some tricks. they didn’t really speak after that but nick was thankful for her advice.

- she has seen matt sleeping in the hallways a lot. she is late to class a lot too. mostly bc she gets lost in her thoughts and doesn’t realize the time. she has def drawn matt before. he’s just always in the perfect position and lighting for her to draw him. she thinks he’s cute but will never tell anyone about it. he has seen her before hanging with neville. he’s curious about her. he has asked neville about her before bc he’s too nervous to just go straight up to her.

- she knows who chris was. who didn’t? she has spoken to him a few times. he was with cedric outside talking. she was near and he brought her into the conversation. she at first was confused but got comfortable and ranted about her new favorite movie. he found it interesting how talkative she was but he enjoyed it. after that he asked her if she could take pictures of him with cedric. she of course said yes. they took a ton of silly and normal pictures. she thinks he’s really funny and fun to be around. she had a huge crush on him in 3rd year. NEVER TOLD ANYONE ABOUT IT. she hadn’t spoken to him in a while so she eventually got over it. chris thinks she cool and wants to be her friend. he has been trying to find her all around school but has been having hard time.

okay so i said i didn’t have any background but then realized i have free time so here is this.

taglist: @sturns-mermaid @pair-of-pantaloons @matt-sturnioloo @oopsiedaisydeer @httpssturns

[couch-potato28]

Imagine being a Blue Lock manager! ⚽️

VERSION XVII.

(a/n: I did this baby dirty too 😭 first of all how did blue turn into purple. second of all—idk i guess not reading the manga in a while had an impact on me but still 😔 try to enjoy it and tyy for ur support ❤️)

Warning-none

wc: 0,6k (apologies for the Nanase fans)

also: @ttheggrimrreaper @irethepotato @ohagiyoo 🫶

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FROM THE PROLOGUE:

"Congratulations L/N Y/N! Based on your results, you've earned your place in Blue Lock as the manager of player number...

…17, Nanase Nijiro.”

Not wanting to be late to your first meeting with the boy, you hurriedly went out the exit door, sprinting down the hallway to the managers’ room to collect your things from Anri.

She congratulated you, handing a stack of folders, a pair of new uniforms finished with a timetable. Offering you a small smile and a quick goodbye, she directed you to where he currently was.

Walking to the field, you tried your best to balance all the things in your hands, making sure not to trip, right before bumping into someone. While rubbing your now aching forehead, an embarrassed “sorry” left your mouth. Wow, what a great way to start the day.

Imagine being Nanase Nijiro’s manager.

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Nanase Nijiro who’s coincidentally the person you managed to crash into with him also apologizing for the accident, quickly helping you pick up the papers that fell out from the folders before his fingers brushed over a printed picture that resembled his own face.

With surprised eyes, he let out an awkward laugh, lifting the paper sheet, and putting it next to his face to get your attention. Minutes passed as you two giggled while cleaning up the mess on the floor.

“What are the chances?” you smiled, thanking him again for the help as he offered to carry your things back to the field, walking together while talking like long-time friends.

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•Nanase who respects you—a lot, and takes great responsibility in caring for you. The first thing he does in the mornings is to give you a deep bow with a loud greeting, and to ensure that you always eat breakfast together before starting the day.

•He always tell you everything. Finds it extremely important that you know and agree to what he does, afraid of disappointing, or causing you trouble. Strictly follows the rules, and fully puts his trust in you to make him a better player.

•Working with him is a blast, he’s very nice and friendly to everyone, making you the black cat in the dynamic—eyeing everyone who even tries to hurt, or offend him while he takes the role of being the golden retriever who’s just simply excited to play soccer under your surveillance.

•Definition of a literal ray of sunshine, he genuinely cherishes the fact he has a manager who looks after him and all that. Always calls you manager-san, and corrects anyone who calls you by the wrong title. Your number one simp, he takes immense pride in being your player.

•Nanase who never lets you carry your own things even after playing in multiple exhausting matches—bag, clipboard, water bottle, anything really that’s heavier than your keys, just leave it to him. All you need to do is talk and praise him for his skills.

•Takes training very seriously from the beginning, trying his hardest not to get kicked out. Discussing plans and late night analyses are frequent and he actively takes part in all of them.

•Nanase makes a couple of friends who are—to your relief—just as nice as him during his time in the facility. Fortunately, he has players who he can get along with besides you, hoping to learn from them as well.

•Funny enough, he’s also your daily reminder to hydrate. Whenever you hand him his water bottle, he’ll ask if you’ve had any liquid yet, taking care of you in his own way yet again.

•Very careful not to mess up his schedule so you never have to scold him for anything significant. Tries to help with paperwork but ends up dozing off, making you smile every time he does this. He’s just there for mental support but it means a lot :)

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AFTER THE U20 MATCH…

•Nanase who witnessed the showdown between Japan’s team and Blue Lock is determined to get better—to play in a match himself, proving his worth on the field. Trains day and night, putting in a lot of effort to improve.

•As much as you tried to figure out another way, you have to admit that under Rin’s guidance, he becomes a lot stronger as an individual, his mentality getting stronger as well—even discovering the fact that he’s ambidextrous, giving him an advantage in games.

•You are by his side 24/7, making sure he doesn’t overwork himself all while loudly supporting, and cheering him on from the sidelines, praying that he’s gonna make it to the top.

•Stays just as nice to you even after all the fame he’s gained, and has a very kind fanbase. Pays great attention when you’re media training him but no worries. He’s a careful athlete whose image is probably cleaner than Barou’s room.

•Fans adore the way he always stiffens for a moment whenever he thinks he messed up a question before looking for you behind the cameras, gaining the title—doe-eyed Nijiro.

[1toreyouapart]

The Lies We Tell

***FANFIC THAT INVOLVES REAL PEOPLE. 18+ ONLY. MDNI. DO NOT READ IF YOU DON’T LIKE FANFIC THAT INVOLVES REAL PEOPLE***

Summary that tells you nothing: Sometimes everything you ever wanted has been right there, within reach, all along.

CW/TW: Angst, fluff, swearing, friends to lovers, jealousy, smut, fingering, PinV, pet names, friends with benefits, mental health (past attempt mentioned), oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, creampie, manhandling, more to come as I actually get things written out.

Lifeline

Quinn looked around at her bedroom. Most everything was packed. She still hadn’t found anywhere else to go, which scared her. Noah would be home tomorrow and she didn’t think she could fight with him anymore. And she knew that was all that they would do once he was home. Either that or they would pretend the other didn’t exist anymore, and she wasn’t sure which one was worse. The last couple weeks of not speaking to him was slowly killing her. But she couldn’t bring herself to unblock him and reach out. She had really done it this time. No way did he want to speak to her anymore. Not after she called him a cunt and hung up on him. Better to just leave it as it was.

Nicholas, Jolly, and Nick gave her tour updates. At one point Nicholas had reached out because Noah had caused a scene before a show and broke a couple of things. She pretended not to know what could have caused it, but something told her Nicholas had already read between the lines and figured out it had something to do with her.

Her stomach grumbled at her, reminding her she hadn’t eaten in too long. With a heavy sigh and even heavier footsteps she trudged downstairs, into the kitchen, and set to work making a bowl of popcorn. Anything else was too much effort. She was exhausted. Mentally and physically. Maybe this was for the best. She had grown kind of dependent on Noah. Always looking to him to solve all of her problems. It didn’t stop the ache in her chest, though.

Quinn leaned against the counter, lost in thought while her popcorn popped in the microwave. The hum of the microwave and the popping of the kernels almost hypnotized her. It drowned out her racing thoughts. Eased the anxious butterflies flitting around low in her belly.

The front door slammed shut, startling her. Heavy footsteps trudged toward the kitchen. She would know those footsteps anywhere. Noah was home. He was early. Fuck.

Right as he rounded the corner into the kitchen Quinn turned on her heels and bolted for the back door. She would hop the fence if she had to. Anything to avoid the fight that was sure to come.

Unfortunately, Noah’s much longer legs closed the distance between the kitchen and the dining room much faster than she could, his ridiculously long arms wrapping around her and hauling her off her feet. Shit. Fuck. She was in trouble. Goddamn it. She didn’t want to do this.

“Nope. You don’t get to run away this time, Quinn.”

“Put me down, Noah!” Quinn hollered, kicking her feet.

“Quinn Elaine. What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Stop fucking kicking me.” Noah laughed as he set her on the counter, boxing her in. “Baby, you’re only going to hurt yourself doing that.”

“Why are you manhandling me?” She crossed her arms, staring him down defiantly.

It was then she noticed the dark circles under his eyes. The weight he had lost. How even though he was smiling down at her, his eyes were dead. Tired. Void of any real emotion. Like he had gone completely and utterly numb.

“Seems that’s the only way you’ll actually talk to me these days,” he shrugged.

“I don’t want to fight, Noah. I’m so tired of fighting.” Weary she closed her eyes, waiting for whatever he had in store for her.

“Then stop fighting me at every turn, Quinn.” Noah’s voice was quiet. Rough. His forehead rested against hers and she didn’t dare open her eyes. “Please.”

Quinn broke, her arms winding around his neck so she could cling to him, her lifeline, as all of her fear and panic and heartbreak burst out of her on a broken sob. She didn’t want to do this. Didn’t want to leave behind her home. Her friends. Noah.

“I’m sorry,” she choked out, her breath coming in short spurts. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

All she could do was repeat those two words. Over and over again as she clung tighter and tighter to him, silently begging him to do anything but stand there. Say anything other than be silent.

Longer fingers gently wiped away tears, seconds before his lips were on hers, desperate and pleading. Saying everything he couldn’t say in that moment. Every ounce of pain over the last two weeks. Every moment of rage. His relief at finding her car still in the driveway. All the words he so desperately wanted to say to her but couldn’t.

Long fingers tangled in her hair, gripping and yanking her head back, exposing her throat to him, his lips trailing down. Heat pooled low in her belly with every brush of his lips over the column of her throat, his teeth sinking into her flesh, just hard enough to leave a mark for everyone to see.

The world around her ceased to exist. There was only her and Noah there, in the kitchen, his hands everywhere all at once. Almost like he was making sure she was actually there. He had to touch every last bit of her that he could. A reassurance that this moment was real.

Noah pulled back briefly, dark eyes locked on hers, his hands making quick work of removing her shirt. Then his own. Quinn lost track of where he was at any given moment. He was everywhere. She was everywhere. They were desperate. Needy. Their bodies pressed so closely together she wasn’t sure they would ever be able to come apart again.

Quinn had fully soaked through her panties, could feel them sticking to her as Noah devoured every bit of her he could. She could feel his hard length trapped inside of his own pants, pressed snugly against her core, his hips rocking against her, both of them desperate for some kind of friction. Long fingers slid between their bodies, sliding into the waistband of the sweats she wore, tugging.

“Fucking Christ,” he grumbled before he wrapped an arm around her waist, lifting her just enough to force her pants and her panties down over her hips, over the swell of her ass, and to her legs.

Noah separated from her once more, yanking them all of the way off, tossing them somewhere off to the side before he was back on her again. Her own fingers trailed down his abdomen, feeling every twitch of his muscles, every shudder as she dipped lower and lower to jerk his pants down just enough to free him. Carefully she wrapped her hand around him, guiding him to her.

Noah’s large hand covered hers, helping her slide him through her folds, gathering her own wetness on his tip before he lifted his head, watching her face as he drove into her, filling her fully in one swift thrust. Pain and pleasure and overwhelming fullness all crashed through her at once, blending together, their moans filling the silence in between.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry,” he groaned, jaw flexing as he tried to give her time to adjust.

Jesus Christ, he was beautiful like this. Pupils blown with lust, lips parted as ragged breaths escaped him. Hair already mussed, and all the while looking at her like she was all that mattered. It was addicting.

“Just fuck me, Noah. Please,” she begged. All she needed right now was him.

Noah pulled back before surging forward, a ragged moan breaking free from his lips, mingling with her own. Again and again, each thrust harder. Faster. Driving into her over and over, one hand cradling the back of her head to keep it from hitting the cupboard behind her.

The first wave of her impending orgasm built quickly, her body tensing around him. She knew well enough by now to not close her eyes. He loved watching her as she came, usually that being all he needed before he was joining her. Loved having that intense eye contact with her throughout it all.

“Say you’re mine,” he pleaded, his brow furrowed as he moved faster, harder. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“Fuck,” she gasped, her limbs pulling him in closer. “I’m yours,” she moaned, keeping her eyes locked on his.

That familiar tight band low in her belly started to pull tight, threatening to snap at any moment. She was irrevocably his. Had been since that night in that shitty little bar all those years ago.

Slowly she slid one hand between them, finding her clit and circling it, pressing firmly, chasing her own high. He was so close, and she knew he wouldn’t, couldn’t actually, until she had.

“Say it again.” A command.

“I’m yours,” she repeated, her breath catching in her throat as he slammed into her. “Fuck. Noah,” she called out, repeating one last time that she was his, and only his before her orgasm slammed into her, her vision going black.

She could feel him moving, his movement becoming sloppy and erratic, hips stuttering before he buried himself deep within her, joining her with his own release.

Noah’s forehead dropped to hers once more, their eyes closing while they regained their breath. His long arms wrapped around her, holding her close, his face buried in her hair.

“You good, baby?” He muttered, pressing a kiss to her head.

All she could do was nod weakly, holding him as tight as she could. Her best friend. Her Noah. Her lifeline.

Tags: @bloody-spades @alwaysfightforwhoyouare @supersquirrel1996 @mrscevans

[nickfromguesswhohateclub]

i read the top gun novel cover to cover. here is what i learned…

aka: character profiles of the top gun characters, as the novel describes them.

99% of these are direct quotations. some — for example, “honest, widely-spaced eyes” in mav’s physical description — are sourced from multiple parts of the novel; his eyes are described as “honest” in one part and “widely-spaced” in another. i just consolidated the descriptions.

the novel is by eileen lottman, pen name “mike cogan.” rest in peace ms. lottman. you were so talented and did an indescribable service to the gays.

trigger warning for reference to suicidal ideation in mav’s characterization.

Maverick

Physical: Clean-cut, all-American face. Honest, widely-spaced eyes. Big, crooked smile that makes his face look like an all-American cheerfulburger. Squarish cheekbones.

Characterization: Naturally rebellious, big-headed punk kid. His teachers called him incorrigible. Bravado manner. Has trouble making friends; he lets Goose make all the friends. Sassy tongue that got him into more trouble than it ever got him out of. Lowkey suicidal but he’s at TOPGUN so he doesn’t really care about that rn. Considers Goose to be his partner.

Lore: Considered being a cowboy when he was five. Dad’s name is Rick — test pilot who test flew the first ever F-14s; died when Pete was twelve. Has an Uncle Fred and a brother named Barney. Defended Cougar when Stinger said he wasn’t going to TOPGUN. Says “we” the first time when talking about being inverted — doesn’t need Goose to ask him. Wears a polo shirt instead of a T-shirt for the date with Charlie. Broke. Tells Carole that she’s the only girl he could ever love. To Charlie, calls Carole “special.” Felt dead after Goose died.

Goose

Physical: Speaks with a jocular, “aw shucks,” down-home drawl. Country boy, mountain man, big tall hick. Gaunt farmer’s face. Grins like a gleeful jack-o-lantern. Long, lanky, tall, and gangly. Every-which-way head.

Characterization: A Southern boy who never seems to be rattled. Says “Lordy” a lot. Has a smart mouth, but also a big, friendly mouth. Genial. Easygoing. Always bright and smiling. Picks up friends quicker than a dog gets fleas. No one can resist him. A bona fide ring knocker. Rarely gets angry.

Lore: Described as “looking to the future” when he makes his “two O’s” crack. The one who corrects Charlie about the inverted MiG-28. Screams as his head hits the canopy.

Carole

Physical: Pretty country woman, direct and earthy. Blossoming with health and warmth.

Characterization: So utterly in love with Goose — love shines from her eyes when she looks at him. Also gets a kick out of watching him flirt with other people.

Lore: Has been married to Goose for four years. They grew up together in Buck Holler; at least one of them owned chickens. Dating in high school. Calls Mav “honey,” kisses his cheek, and says she wants to marry him.

Charlie

Physical: Shiny blonde hair. The most attractive face Maverick had ever seen. Delicate, yet strong, features. Calm and sky-blue eyes. Melodious, freshwater laugh that pours out, hard and honestly, like sunshine. Smells like spring lilacs.

Characterization: “If I see it, I say it.” Very blunt and direct — claims to get it from her Norwegian grandfather.

Lore: Mav thought she was a college student. At the O-Club, she’s writing mathematical formulas in her notebook. Wears big round glasses on the first day of class. Gives Goose the finger before he can. Her dinner with Mav: Steaks, carved baby carrots, arugula and dill salad, fresh-baked bread, and Chablis wine. They listen to Bill Evans music instead of Otis Redding. Owns a cat that she found as a stray on the beach. Gets her mail at a Bethesda, MD P.O. Box; moves around a lot. Leases her car — but is still reckless and runs a red light while chasing Mav. Fucks Mav on the beach. Spends time with Carole and Bradley after Goose dies.

Iceman

Physical: Too handsome, yellow-haired smoothie. Cold, ice-blue eyes; one would get chills just looking at them. Stares like January at the Pole. Immaculate hair. Cold, steady voice.

Characterization: Mister Cool. A very straight fellow. Rarely shows emotion.

Lore: Says “Everyone liked Goose” first, then while turning away, says “I’m sorry” over his shoulder.

Slider

Super specimen of tall, blond muscle. A cool, tall drink of water. Shaggy-headed. Reads the Wall Street Journal.

Wolfman

Big, friendly, bearish. Bear. Teddy bear. Teddy bear with a bite. Big bear. Bearish. Kind, teddy-bear head. Big bear. Midwestern drawl. After getting rescued on the Layton mission, described as looking like “a stuffed toy that had gotten tossed into the washing machine by mistake.”

Hollywood

Perfect profile. Pretty face. Resigned good humor.

Cougar

Blond and deeply tanned. A very human guy. During his in-air panic attack, was convinced that his jet was inverted. On sleeping pills when he quit.

Merlin

Grabbed the photo of Cougar’s wife and kid because Cougar was in shock. Playing a handheld game called Jet Attack while waiting to be launched on the Layton mission.

Viper

Late 40s. Death… the Prince of Darkness. No flaws. Born to be a flying weapon. MiG killer. Mister Death. Has a five year old son named Tim.

Jester

Reddish hair. Last name Candela. Says “yes” when Viper asks him if he’d want to fly with Mav in battle.

[flightyalrighty]

I just wanted to say how much i enjoy your comic. The art and facial expressions are always amazing. I feel bad for Ivan and Sonic doesn´t know to deal with Ivan being emotional. Sonic really is in a lot of trouble in that last panel. I cant wait to see what happens. How he will get out of this one?

You did so well showing the expressions on both Sonic and Ivan. I have looked at each panel multiple times. It´s so good. I´m looking forward to see where this is going and i have been wondering when those bugs will get to Sonic.

Thank you!! Someday, you'll find out when, indeed, those bugs will get to Sonic!

👉😎👉

[bajablasttacobell]

GUYS HEAR ME OUT

I believe squid game season 3 is where, Namgyu, we will be seeing a lot more of him. So when I first started thinking about this I had a lot more to back it up but I kind of forgot some of it, that’s besides the point. (Also forgot where I had seen some of these things being said, but they were said, IM NOT CRAZY😭)

So we already know Namgyu and Thanos stirred a lot of trouble amongst players such as Minsu, MG coin, and even caught the eye of 456’s group when they teamed up on MG. So going forward with Thanos death we see Namgyu has his pills and I remember (pretty sure, I don’t have proof on this one.) it being said that the pills will impact the story HEAVILY. Although we don’t really see that with Thanos being in control of them.. like yeah sure we see the huge fight and what not but I don’t think that was the big plot twist with them.

Moving on in an interview Roh Jaewon stated that he never played such a big character (okay along the lines of that it’s been awhile, it’s in the interview with Semi and Minsu’s actors) but in Season 2 we do not really see much from Namgyu besides supporting some actions from Thanos. At the end we see him going slightly mad and killing multiple people.

Finally we already know there is unresolved tensions between Minsu, MG coin, and Namgyu so there is many possibilities going on with them.

Also I’m not trying to say like he will be the main focus or anything like that but I’m trying to suggest he will be playing a major role in season 3 (hopefully). I hope he gets more screen time and backstory stuff! (Hes going to die first episode isn’t he? I can feel it in my balls.)

P.S -Thank you for coming to my Baja Blast Bout sorry that I tapped so much and it still barely makes sense🫡🫡

[mintedwitcher]

Im the new person from earlier and while I would love a calm fandom I've been around for a while and know that that's a pipe dream, (loved the reylo death threats phase hopefully this ship war never progresses that far) and honestly it can be fun reading the discourse. Luckily I also know how to filter tags and block people. But yeah. I have dreams for what I'd want to happen in s9 but I will not be getting my hopes up. Really just want a nice fulfilled story line for the characters but I would not put my money on it actually happening. As long as they dont pull another Kim level character assassination, I truly cannot see a real way that situation is ever fully resolved even if we have multiple family therapy episodes with chris and eddie, I'll probably be happy enough and if not there'll still be fanfiction.

My most secret of secrets i love the concept of Eddie's character but in the show I cannot stand him at times even if I stan a messy queen. I will never understand the thought process of the whole Kim of it all. Him and Marisol were on the fast track to breaking up anyways if he couldn't figure out his whole issue of her having been training to be a nun and if chris' actor was needing a break he would have just visited his grandparents they didn't need to come and take him??!! Chris, abuela, and pepa are the only diaz I need on the show, the rest take it or leave it.

I have to say, from a writer's perspective, I enjoyed the Kim drama. It was a new relationship issue that we haven't seen Eddie deal with before, and the consequences were actually really interesting. The problem, in my opinion, is the lack of commitment to those consequences.

Chris left, Eddie did nothing. Chris stayed away, Eddie did nothing. Then suddenly he decides he needs to be there - not because he actually feels remorseful for what he did or that he understands where he fucked up, but because his parents were essentially "taking over" Chris's milestones. He felt left out, so he forced himself into that space, without actually taking any accountability for what he did to create that situation in the first place. He never talks to Chris about what happened, Chris is not shown to hold any lingering emotion about the situation once Eddie arrives, and things get miraculously "fixed" by Eddie declaring that Chris has to live with him again, "whether you like it or not".

That, to me, is where the narrative falls apart. Because this whole situation could have been a really good, important progression for Eddie's character. He could have taken accountability, realised that he has trouble with commitment and relationships and intimacy, he could have gone to therapy to discuss his still-present grief over Shannon. He could have gone to Texas much sooner and talked to his son about what actually happened, instead of trying to brush it aside and lovebomb Chris the way he did. This could have been a really pivotal time for Eddie as a character, but it was wasted, because the show couldn't commit to the consequences they'd already put in place.

As for the Diaz parents, the fact of the matter is that Chris does not have a close relationship with them, and hasn't for years. That's deliberate, to show us - and Eddie - just how badly Eddie has fucked up, that Chris would rather be in Texas with his grandparents that he's not all that close with, instead of staying in LA with his father.

I don't think the Kim arc is "character assassination" (because really, it isn't). I think it had a good start, but they fumbled the aftermath, and that weakens the entire arc. I also don't believe at all that this entire arc was conceptualised just as a way to give Gavin time off by writing Chris out for a while. That is far too much effort when they could just have Eddie say that Chris is staying with Pepa, for example, or having the scenes written around Chris's absence, like they did in season 5 (iirc) when Eddie and Chris went to El Paso for Ramon's retirement party.

[wyrm-with-a-what-the-fuck]

I heard that my name was called and here I am. Yall want optimags? Lemme see if I can make somethin. I got a cat laying on me so I got all the time in the world. Tho this may be a little short cuz I don't have as much ideas bout this.

Imma make this to the point cuz I don't have as many ideas for the build up. But let's just say it follows canon up until magnus gets hurt and loses his hand due to predaking. When optimus saw the state that Magnus was in he couldn't help but feel terrible. He just got his old friend back and said friend is already hurt. So he tries to do everything in his power to make it up to Magnus. Of course, Magnus thinks it's unnecessary for Optimus to do anything as it's war and he's the Prime so he shouldn't have to tend to his soldiers but Optimus is persistent. So eventually Magnus caves and let's Optimus spoil him rotten.

Not sure if you've figured it out yet but I love shy and inexperienced magnus so he makes his grand appearance yet again. After it's been established that Optimus will do anything for magnus, Magnus decides to ask if optimus can help him out a bit. Of course, optimus is absolutely willing to help. He isn't even sure what Magnus needs help with but he's eager to help.

Fast forward about an hour and magnus is pinned underneath his leader while said leader is slowly and gently thrusting into him, making sure as to not hurt him. He wants his friend to experience only pleasure and be able to forgot about the horrors. At first magnus tries to muffle any noise he makes by biting onto his prosthetic hand, but after enough encouragement from optimus he starts to let some moans and whines slip out. Optimus is absolutely delighted at being able to see Magnus like this as he knows how shy magnus is about stuff like this. Optimus is bound and determined to not waste any time that he's got so he plans to extend this little session for as long as he can.

As being the leader of the wreckers, magnus is used to stories of interface. He's also used to those stories involving rough interface as it's the wreckers. When are they ever soft? So when optimus keeps treating him so gently he is confused. He asks optimus to go faster as he's heard from his wreckers that it feels good. But when optimus speeds up and gets rougher with magnus it doesn't take long for magnus to become overwhelmed. He has trouble managing all of the various sensations and it feels like his processor is melting. He doesn't want to command his Prime anything so he doesnt speak up about the discomfort.

Thankfully, since optimus is a registered good boy, he notices magnus discomfort and immediately pulls out and comforts him. Once again Magnus is confused but he isn't able to speak up due to his Prime smothering him in kisses. It feels so nice that he can't stop his engine from purring. He's embarrassed as he's loud. Like, really loud. He was sure that he was going to scare off optimus due to the noise but optimus just kept spoiling his perfect little commander.

Eventually, Magnus calms down enough and he wants optimus to continue what he started. While optimus is hesitant, after he sees magnus beg for it he cracks. It feels so good to have that spike in him and for optimus to treat him so gently. Due to the speed at which optimus is going, it takes a while for charge to build up and for their to be an overload but neither of them mind as it means they have more time to be close to one another. It also means that when an overload does happen it isn't as overwhelming.

What im getting at is that Optimus gently frags magnus for hours. And even with him being gentle and going slow it doesn't take magnus long after having multiple overloads for him to start whimpering and whining. He's calling out his Primes name and barely able to comprehend anything else besides his Prime. Tears are rolling down his face but it's due to pleasure. He feels so full as optimus was sure to pump his transfluid into his eager partner whenever he overloaded. The knowledge that he is full of a Primes transfluid drives magnus mad. He wants more and more and he never wants optimus to stop. Magnus is an absolute mess near the end of it and optimus can't help but adore it. His typically stern and uptight friend is now putty beneath him and it's all because of him.

Eventually, after a fuckton of overloads from both of them, they decide to end the session as optimus notices magnus ready to fall asleep. Magnus is embarrassed and pleas for optimus to continue but optimus is unwavering. Magnus is disappointed at first but after optimus begins to clean him up and sing his praises he quickly calms down. It's hard not to relax when optimus is constantly saying how good he did and how wonderful he is. The overloads took a lot out of magnus and it doesn't take long for magnus to fall asleep in the Primes arms. Optimus, of course, has absolutely not problem with this.

When the two eventually get back to base magnus tries to go back to the way it was but optimus isn't having it. He still spoils magnus and praises him and while magnus will never admit to it it makes him melt whenever prime gives him attention. Cheesy ass semi trucks.

Also, as a side idea I had, when optimus eventually fucking dies because predacons rising happens, he is reunited with elita, his conjunx who died in the war. He greatly apologizes to her for what happened and he feels bad for having relations with magnus but elita does not give a shit. If anything, she wants to have a turn with magnus and is upset that optimus was able to get all the action and all she could do was watch. Optimus practically reboots as the knowledge that his deceased conjunx was watching him frag magnus enters his mind. So yea. Magnus accidentally gains another partner.

And due to revival fuckery it doesn't take long before both the Prime and the Primes conjunx are fragging him senseless. He is so confused as to why elita is ok with all of this but it's hard to think straight when she is plowing into him while optimus is singing filth into his audials. Let magnus be spoiled goddammit.

((As always I apologize. For what I have no clue but I feel bad. I hope this fufils some if the optimag desires you, anon, and lesbianambulon had. I still find it hilarious that I'm just the magnus pussy anon but I take it in pride. Also, uh, if lesbianambulon happens to see this I'd be honored if you took a look at my other ramblings involving magnus. If you feel like it of course. It would be an honor to have the certified magnus fucker give feedback lol. Alright imma head out. I hope yall like this :>))

I SCREAMMED. SCREAMMEDDDDDD AHHHHH I MISSED YOU MAGNUS PUSSY ANON I HOPE YOU ARE WELL OH MY GOD IM SENDING THIS TO MY MAGNUS PUSSY FRIENDS LIFE IS SO BEAUTIFUL

[gingermintpepper]

I think, perhaps one of the funniest things to come from EPIC popularising the Odyssey is that now a ton of people think Poseidon wanted to kill Odysseus.

In the Odyssey, Poseidon has no intention of killing Odysseus. In fact, part of the whole reason Zeus lets Poseidon do whatever he wants even though he thinks Odysseus is rad and should get to kiss his wife is explicitly because Poseidon had no intentions of killing Odysseus. Poseidon wanted to pay back the suffering/inconvenience blinding Polyphemus would have caused. It's a really abstract thing tbh. How do you pay back someone permanently disabling your son? Poseidon's solution was just to amputate Odysseus from his other half; i.e. Penelope. The end game was never murder, it was always an endurance race.

(Od. Book 1: Zeus reassuring Athena that he is not, in fact, a part of Odysseus Hater-Nation. Trans. Robert Fagles)

Also, for those wondering if there's any sort of in text reason for why Poseidon wasn't around in God Games - at the time in the Odyssey when Athena petitions Zeus to let Odysseus leave Calypso's island, Poseidon was -checks notes- on vacation in Ethiopia. Yep. He left to Ethiopia for a festival and thusly was very much absent for Athena's whole "please let Ody go? Please? 🥺" request.

(Od. Book 1: While Odysseus was suffering, Poseidon went to party in the east)

I am begging y'all to read the Odyssey. It's a comedy for everyone except Odysseus and Penelope who are, in fact, suffering 24/7 365.