#and hearing them all sing WHEW

[orbiting-star]

No coz i did not expect to hear the old OEC sound in the song why the fuck does it slap so hard i’m actually so happy what the FAWK

[irisinluv]

Mirror Yandere Brainrot

I’ve been thinking about a Yandere who can watch you through mirrors. And I don’t mean Erik from Phantom of the Opera. I mean paranormal level watching you through any surface that can hold a reflection. The shop window you catch a glimpse of your hair in, the sunglasses you use as a mirror to reapply your lipstick, the shower head that makes you giggle cuz it gives your face a fisheye effect. Whatever.

I picture the obvious- how they watch you frown and turn to look at your cellulite, practice how to stand to make your stomach appear the way you want, do a fake laugh to see if that chip in your tooth is noticeable…. All those stupid little things that we hyper focus on, that makes us upset, makes us hate our reflection, they of course, love. They wish they could take away all those insecurities. And they know exactly how they’d do it too.

But it’s not just the obvious self love arc for this mirror Yan. Oh no. Cuz, we don’t just have mirrors to reflect on how much we hate our bodies. You bet your ass your Yandere sees you recreating doctor pimple popper on your own face. Sees your shower karaoke, watches you burn your toast, stub your toe, roll down your windows and get into character as you scream sing Jesus take the wheel (bonus points if you’re not Christian btws- we’re allowed to jam to that too). They just love getting to watch all these mundane moments!

They do of course get frustrated that they can only watch you through the mirrors. But- haven’t you heard that you’re not supposed to sleep facing a mirror? That things from the other side can come out to get you? Mmmm….. yea so those 1980’s mirrored closet doors you have might be a biiiiiiit of a problem.

I think they’d just be able to access you in your dreams, at least as a start, but if they ever found a way to you for real….. whew. Whewwwww. Hello sailor! I mean mirror Yan surely can mirror your exact type. That’s. That’s kinda their whole thing isn’t it? Magic mirror shit.

Slight NSFW below cut

Once they’re out…. They would not fuck you against mirrors.

I know that’s where your brain may go at first. The typical “look at how I see you- you’re perfect!” Shit. But I’m sorry. If someone fucked me and I had to look at myself covered in sweat, hair sticking to my face, triple chins for days, stomach rolls rolling, cellulite dimpling….. IM NOT IN THE MOOD ANYMORE!

So nah. Mirror Yan won’t fuck you against a mirror. They WILL however, use their voice. They had gone unheard so long…. You had gone YEARS being unable to hear them, see them, feel them. So now that they have you in their arms, they’re going to make sure you hear, see, and feel them until there’s nothing else for you to focus on.

If we want to stick with the self love trope, an alternative to the mirror fucking thing, is them narrating what they see. Their voice is pure sin as they drive into you, sink down on you, or look up from between your thighs to describe the way your pupils look right now, all blown out. How you look like you’re praying when you cum, even though they’re the ones on their knees. They describe those things you hate about yourself too. But when they describe it, they sound reverential. They also sound horny as all hell. But most of all, they sound like the only thing keeping them alive is so they can keep seeing and feeling these parts of you.

And they make you watch them as they give you the most intense pleasure of your life. They may not make you stare into a mirror as they rail you…. But you WILL keep your eyes open so you can see exactly what you do to them. They CRAVE being seen by you. They have you play with yourself the way they’ve watched you do so many times…. Except now, your eyes are locked onto theirs as your eyebrows screw up, and it’s THEIR name you gasp out as your fingers fly. And they don’t have to just watch anymore either.

They also almost always want you facing them. They want you to look them in the eyes and know EXACTLY who is claiming you, body mind and soul. The only exception to the mirror fucking thing is if you/they want to hit it from the back. If you’re not looking in each others faces, you’re looking at each others reflection. If your eyes glass over, they’re smacking your ass to bring your attention back to them. You’re not missing a second of the absolute pleasure dripping from their face. They’re not shy about it either. Their eyebrows screwing up in ecstasy, mouth hanging loose in a perpetual moan, it’s lewd. It’s sloppy. And it’s all for you.

You see, they’re insecure over being glossed over- it was fantastic getting to watch you basically every minute of the day, but you have no idea how frustrating it is to scream out to your lover, cry and kick and wail, as you watch them breeze past a flat puddle on a sidewalk, none the wiser. So, they make sure you’re VERY present with them.

I also think they’d be a huge fan of cockwarming. Just being connected to each other as much as possible. Really needy behavior after being denied physical contact for so long. For my lovelies who cock warming doesn’t work for- you’re not off the hook. Mirror Yan will be wrapped around you just as much. Their fingers absentmindedly trailing your body, their fingers dipping into your mouth, inside you, over your hips….

OH and they love marking you. Hickeys, some sort of collar or necklace, hell, even a collarbone tattoo. They want you to look at your reflection, and see THEM. They may not be stuck on the other side of that reflection anymore, but they still get a thrill from knowing every time you look in a mirror…. It’s them you think of.

So uh. Yea. Even the mirrors are horny for y’all! Stay tuned, maybe I’ll come up with a Yandere spork or dildo next.

[bodythieves]

horny cowboy content warning - mdni

(grinding and such, it’s kinda long too)

this is just downright pathetic.

How were you supposed to be anything but pathetic, though? With Arthur Morgan sitting before you, a delicious heat from the fire that licks your back in waves, and a knot in your belly that just wouldn’t come undone? To add to that, Arthur’s hands are all over you. Calloused, thick fingers, moving along your sides and your ribs. The man’s hands continue due north, pushing between the soft fabric of your shirt and your sun-beaten, tired skin. He pushes your button up away, and it falls to the dirt, and you don’t give one damn.

You never have, you never would, and you never could.

The cicadas sing loudly throughout the New Austin night. Arthur would complain, he always complained, big old baby. But you, you liked it. If it were up to you, you’d sit and listen to the cicadas and crickets and katydids sing and gladly take up a dime an hour doin’ it.

Apart from the critters of the night, there was a sweet, misconstrued mess of mumbling breaths between your lips and Arthur’s. A gentle clang and clack of spurs, belt buckles scraping against one another as you slid your way up from your kneeling position in the dirt. You were slotted between his legs, hands braced on either side of him. Palms pushed so deep into the dead wood of an abandoned wagon’s step, you could’ve sworn your flesh had been worn raw.

You had been begging him. On your knees, jeans pressed forcibly into the dry dirt beneath them, whimpering like a lost dog. Only time you rarely found yourself on your knees, was when you were praying to a god you didn’t quite believe in, about things you were in quite desperate need of.

“I can’t take it no more,” you shuddered out, your voice sounding so fraught and pitiful, you could hardly even recognize it yourself. You rolled yourself forward again, that wicked scrape of belt buckles making your skin’s hair stand at attention.

Arthur didn’t seem to register what you said. That, or he was down right ignoring you- probably both. Wouldn’t be surprised if it was both. However, his hands did drop from your rib cage, and went to grab your rear, his fingers now splayed in the pockets of denim there. You could hear him let out a gruff groan, his head ducking low and against your shoulder as he pulled you up into his lap.

Instinctively, your knees spread, and made themselves right at home beside Arthur’s hips, the crotch of your jeans now snugly pressed against the engraved metal that fastened Arthur’s leather belt taut against his waist. Settling into the position was easy, this dance now familiar between you and Arthur, like you didn’t even need a beat behind you to fall in to the rhythm. Arthur was quick to press his hips against yours, the wagon’s step shifting beneath the two of you.

“Hell’s bells, you smell damn good,” he grumbled lowly, damn near inaudibly, that thick tone rumbling through your shoulder and collar like a thunderclap.

“Vanilla,” you mumble in response, taking in a deep breath as you turned your head down and to the left, nose deep into Arthur’s hair. He’d been letting it grow out. You didn’t mind it. Made it easier to tug on. “Off the trees.. gotta do what you can with what.. what ya-”

Whew. God damn. Spit it out already.

It didn’t matter. Arthur wouldn’t let you finish your sentence, he didn’t wanna talk. Not right now, damn it. Talking would surely serve to irritate him, and you weren’t really in the position to be using words. You could barely even form a coherent thought; just sitting there, miserably grinding your apex against his belt, huffing and puffing, your jeans feeling as if they would snap from how tight and stiff your stomach felt.

It was almost like you had blacked out for a second, your thoughts swimming around in a wild current and then finally coming to as Arthur pulls your head down for a kiss, one hand moving from your rear to wrap around your waist and hold you down against his groin. The man huffed lowly, kissing you with brandy-wine and tobacco still on his tongue, his arm clutching your bare torso tight, his hips lazily moving upwards in a search for you. You, loving the friction that that damn belt brought, pushed your rear down and grabbed on to his shoulders for a moment.

“Christ,” you breathe out, your stomach now as hot as the flames that warmed your back. Your movements became more and more anguished, your hands moving to find Arthur’s shoulders. Bitten and jagged nails dug into the man’s shoulders, your sighs filling his ears. You didn’t even need anything more than this, and evidently, neither did Arthur.

“Ain’t present,” The cowboy caviled, pulling away so he could let his head fall back. His arm was still locked around you, holding you in position. He, on the other hand, shifted and spread his legs. Arthur’s trousers were growing exponentially tighter and more uncomfortable, his own breathing now rasped and shaking.

Still grinding your hips, pushing yourself against his bulge and buckle, you watched him like he was the pure picture of desire. Light hair tossed back and disheveled, stuck to the sides of his head from his sweat. You always liked how New Austin treated him. His thick brows pushed upward and he gritted his teeth, jutted out his lip, his stubble making the expression all the more attractive. Opening his blues to catch your eyes and let out a throaty groan, you felt yourself start to come undone, the mixture of eye contact and bare chests against one another making you feel absolutely drunk with lust.

Then, the grinding. You hissed and jerked in his arm, which only rewarded you with a closer tug to his body. Arthur continued to buck beneath you, but no longer lazily. Rather, with conviction and confidence, like he wanted you to get off like this. Bare chest, jeans clad tight, spurs clanging, and in his lap.

Like he wanted to get off like that, too.

notes: I DID IT. IM ABOUT TO PASS OUT BUT I DID IT. no proofreading no plot just this. enjoy goodnifht.

[thebardisabird]

Alright Sunday sinners, take this and reflect on your downbadness (I refuse to change). Thank you to my peeps who fueled this fire! Needless to say - this is nsfw as FUCK. The matsus when they’re completely pussydrunk, under the cut:

Osomatsu likes to talk to you while he has you. Whether that means he’s balls deep inside of you or if he’s got a mouthful of your heat he’s always mumbling things like “That feel good, baby? I know it does, I hear you whining” “Ohhhh shit this pussy is so wet for me, isn’t it?” or his personal favorite “C’mon baby, tell Oso whose pussy this is”. He groans like his life depends on it, expletives flying out of his mouth like a second language, and he is so focused on the soaked schlat schlat sounds of your snatch that his eyes snap shut because if he doesn’t he might literally bust all to quick, he’s that lost in how good you feel. 

Karamatsu is more in his feelings. When he’s curling his tongue within your walls, you feel it in the way he grips your thighs. Even moreso in the way he pushes your knees to your chest and stuffs his face full of your pussy, the incensed need to taste you taking over him and forcing him to hold you still so he can just enjoy you. He can’t get enough, even saying so himself when he parts from your nether lips for a mere second for air before slinking his wet muscle back in for seconds. When he slides home though? He’s extremely vocal: moans, grunts, pants, whines, you name it. He keeps one eye open so he can watch himself disappear inside your wetness, trying desperately not to let his eyes roll into the back of his head in the process. He’s singing the praises of you - the divinity of your body, how lucky of a man he is to reach the precipice of heaven like this, how much his heart sings for you in a way no one else can hear - he very much falls into a lovey dovey serenade when he’s this close to cumming. Catch him on a sentimental day and he may actually cry mid-sex. 

It’s all in the expressions for Choromatsu. His eyes legitimately do roll back, he is so overwhelmed by the feeling of your cunt sucking him the way it does that he’s shaking wherever he’s holding onto you. When he gets like this, you swear you see his pupils take on a heart shaped when you do see them. His mouth open, he’s whining very noisily and his tongue is lolled out, pretty reminiscent of the ahegao if you had to put it to name. If he’s going down on you, his lovesick gaze may accidentally make eye contact with you - those he shuts his eyes quick. While he loves watching you come undone on his tongue, he’s far to shy to ever ask you to look directly at him. Still, that does not stop him from wanting to spend the rest of his day eating you for lunch and dinner. 

Ichimatsu is a gripper. He has to have his claws somewhere on your body, holding you still because there’s no escaping him. Especially when he’s got lips gobbling up your wetness, your thighs are spread as much as possible because he needs and wants it no way else - your pussy is life essence right now and he’s a very greedy man. He’s a growler by far, teeth grit, with an occasional “fuck!” or “shit!” slipping out at all the right times. Every once in a while he likes to bite - leaves marks on your neck, shoulders, or your thighs, a testament to how primal he can get when it comes to down to how bad he wants you. The best part? When he’s close to nutting, he whimpers significantly, and he spews a whole jumbled up string of “IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou” ‘s before he finishes. 

Jyushimatsu - whew, this boy. Another one where his eyes roll back into his head when he’s fucking you. The only difference is when that happens, he’s taking you down with him. He’s a strong man, so if you’re under him, you’re getting pinned that way. If you’re above him? The grip on your hips becomes bruising. Jyushimatsu is very loud, though his moans and groans are incoherent. The only word you’ve ever been able to decipher was “Unghh, ahhh a-amaziiiiing”. If you managed to have him between your legs, that tongue of his is otherworldly, you feel him everywhere on you. His eyes become dark when they’re drunk off your pussy, and he’s the opposite when he loses himself in you - his voice drops in timbre to this rough, almost wolf-like tone. 

Todomatsu tries his hardest not to let himself slip when he’s tongue-fucking you, but he just finds it so so difficult because your pussy is just so pretty and the noises you make are so cute and he just has to have more of you. Having hearts swirling in his eyes isn’t uncommon for him, he falls victim to his lust when he’s inside you pretty fast. Todomatsu will tends to pay you compliments in the forms of teasing, often saying things like “Oh? Right there?” or “I didn’t hear you, maybe you should make that noise a little louder, hm?” - but it’s when he gets breathless and mewl-y that you know that the way you squeeze around him is sending him into a downward spiral. His hands will massage your thighs, hips and stomach, pressing sobs of “Oh god” and begging “Please please please” into your skin as he rails you because despite him dicking you down - it’s what between your legs that holds allllll the power over him. 

[2024-grimoire-challenge]

July Week 2: Various Magics

So we’ve already made pages for some of the major types of magic we hear and read about regularly, protection, curses, and so on.

But what about some of the other kinds of magic we hear about? Let’s dive into them!

Monday- Weather magic

Research/ New Page -Define weather magic. What is it? Who does it? What is its history? How does it work? What are some simple, and more complex methods of performing it? What tools does it require? Where can you perform it, and when? Learn as much about it as you can!

Herbal Research/ New Page - Pick another herb from your list and learn everything you can! History, magical info, the mundane uses, culinary uses, how it grows, myths and legends!

Tuesday - Love and Sex magic (and consent)

Research/ New Page - What is love magic? Historically what is it, who used it, what tools were used? How does one go about performing love magic? What kind of effects should you expect? How does it work, really? What are the dos and don'ts? What mundane and scientific things can aid you in performing love magic?

Research/ New Page - What is Sex magic? Define it! Historically what is it? What tools, both magical and mundane can be used in sex magic? How does one perform sex magic? What effects should you expect before and after? What are the positive and negative aspects of sex magic? When is the proper time to perform sex magic? What kinds of things can sex magic help you to achieve?

Research/ Introspection - Consent in these two, but also all magic, is an important and complex thing to understand. Obviously with things like curses and hexes we don't tell our targets that we're doing workings on them. And in some cases, even with positive magic, we don't let on that we are doing the working. But as with all things in life, consent from those we respect and care about can be an important thing in magic. A person being aware you are performing workings for them can have a great deal of influence on the magic itself. Why do you think and feel that is? What is your take on consent when it comes to magic, of all kinds? What is consent? Think hard, so that you yourself understand where you stand on this topic.

Wednesday - Sound magic

Research/ New Page - What is sound magic? Is it limited to music? Or is there magic inherent in speech and singing? What properties both magical, scientific and mundane does sound have? How can one use sounds of various kinds in their craft? What methods and tools do you use?

Research/ New Page - Gem/ deity/ tarot/ other study. Whatever your other list is that you wish to study, pick another item off of it and find out everything you can about it! From magic, to mundane to history!

Wednesday - Magical/ Energy exercise

Practical/ Research - How do you exercise your 'magical muscles' so to speak? Do you perform regular meditations? Do you practice energy work, just sit and focus on the energies within and around you? What things can you do to perform magical exercises? Don't just think about them, do them!

Thursday - magical self care

Practical - along the same lines as magical exercise, is magical self care. A thing just as important as exercise, practice and actually performing the work, is the rest. How does one rest and perform self care for their magical and spiritual side?

Friday - do the thing!!

Practical -Pick a spell or ritual, one you've made or found online, and perform it! Lay it all out in your lab notebook, start to finish, and then work through it! Change what you think you need to in your notes in the lab notebook, and revisit it another time! The doing is the thing, and we only learn to improve by looking at it, then thinking on it.

Whew! Another week down! We're doing great guys! Thanks for your continued support!

-Mod Hazel

[tired-lamb]

final thoughts on battle for the pridelands

my liveblogging was… chaotic, to say the least, but I wanted to really gather my thoughts on this episode because its a big, big one. figuratively AND literally lol.

first things first the new designs straight up shook me in a /neu way, it’s not that I don’t like them but I just wasn’t ready to let go of the old designs yet, y’know? I kind of dislike how Fuli’s design feels like a completely different character, but otherwise it’s eh. I think seeing the guard grow up just made me emotional, haha. I wish Janja, Cheezi, Chungu and Jasiri got new designs tho, since I hc them to be roughly around the same age as the rest of the guard. I understand that making new designs for a whole bunch of characters (characters that wouldn’t be appearing much later, too) would be a lot of work but it just felt kind of odd to see Jasiri unchanged next to Teen Kion or whatever. Maybe at least change some tiny details, if not the entire design.

I like that they delved more into Kion worrying this time. it really puts into perspective that.. yea, these guys are child soldiers. thats. gonna come with a lot of emotional load. seeing Fuli and the others worry about Kion was a nice touch too, honestly. definitely opens up for thoughts about just HOW much these guys are affected by the whole child soldier thing. hearing all five of them sing again was wonderful <3 especially Ono, since he doesn’t get to sing a lot.

Scar’s betrayal of Janja was expected, lol. I actually REALLY like the way the show carried out Janja’s redemption, and WOW his song slaps. the guard + Janja’s clan getting stuck in the Lair while it was on fire was also really interesting to me, and I wish they hadn’t taken the route of them just.. escaping through Beshte’s pool. it was like.. what was the point of putting them there then? I’ll probably put more stakes in my maybe-going-to-exist rewrite, but lets see how I go with that.

*COUGH* why does Kiara basically look the same *COUGH* Kion looks older than her at this point *COUGH COUGH*

oookay, the stuff that went down at the volcano was WHEW. Scar’s song with this Strange Lion guy was like wow ok so . introducing new lore to explain why you’ll give Kion his scar and then completely forget abt it (or at least I think they do, I still haven’t watched the rest of the season), nice! buuut also creative, dare I say. song’s not bad!

ANGST. Scar singing the song Sisi Ni Sawa, the show’s most popular song, to Kion and LITERALLY MEANING IT. this is one of the few(?) times the show outright parallels Scar and Kion, and god I actually loved it. the fanfic writer side of me is leaning forward in my chair because there is no way Kion’s not going to forget that thought. Scar’s last words to Kion were literally “Sisi Ni Sawa”. Kion is the Direct Successor of Scar in terms of Lion Guard leader. THE POTENTIAL. THE ANGST. (cough) okay, but apart from that yahoo more delving into Kion’s character.

Bunga diving in to save Kion from Ushari and then promptly falling into the lava gave me a fricking heart attack. call me dramatic but started getting emotional on the spot. ONO FLYING INTO THE LAVA TO SAVE HIM did NOT help, and someone save my poor boy I feel so bad for him agh 😭

The outlanders reaction to Scar being gone felt kind of bland, but then again I’m not really sure what else it COULD have been. I’m sure some of you do, though, so feel free to share your thoughts:].

I am Absolutely Unwell over the fact that Ono has technically lost his vision and as a person who ships bunga x ono AND bunga x ono x beshte you better expect me to write something about it. Lion Guard writers I am coming for your kneecaps (or whatever the saying is now, idk).

there’s.. a lot of things I would have changed, but thats because I dislike how childish the show can get sometimes. call me out, I deserve it, the show is meant for kids, but it has potential!!! I’m not outright hating how kiddy it is, heck I’m like. mega fan of kid’s shows, but all I say is that it has the potential to turn into something less for kids, more maybe for pre-teens and above.

again, not sure if I’ll rewrite the episode since I’ll have to do a lot of thinking, but it is definitely something I’ll consider! shoutout to my mutuals for being with me till here, and for supporting me in my very much chaotic liveblogs. love you guys dearly /p /gen

*raises glass of fruit juice dramatically* to season three!!!!

[vintageshanny]

Elvis lovers - it’s that time again! This week’s question is…..what are your top three live song performances? I definitely have not heard all the live stuff that’s available, so I’m really excited to see all of your answers and add them to my playlist! ❤️❤️❤️ Don’t forget to put the reasons why it speaks to you! Reading about everyone’s love for this man just makes my heart swell. 😘❤️

Such a Night (March 25, 1961 Pearl Harbor) - This concert is amazing, and this song in particular just puts me in a good mood. The little growling noises he does throughout are just so sexy, and the song is so upbeat. I love that you can hear the playful dynamic between him and the audience. There are so many amazing songs from this concert that he rarely performed again - Reconsider Baby, It’s Now or Never, I Need Your Love Tonight. And the corny jokes are already in full effect! He was really just his dorky self on stage, and I love it so much!

My Babe (Elvis Live 1969 Disc 9 - August 25, 1969 Las Vegas Midnight Show) - This is one of my favorite blues songs, and I was so excited when I first saw that Elvis covered it. (If you like blues, listen to Little Walter’s version. It is a great song, and I wish that Elvis had sung all the verses - I’d love to hear him sing “When she’s hot there ain’t no coolin’ her.” 😉😍) The amount of sexiness he oozes in this vocal is almost criminal. When he sings “she don’t, she don’t, she don’t, oh God,” I bet every woman there felt something…unspeakable. And the grunting! Whew…I need to recover from just thinking about this performance. 🥵 Really everything from this first Vegas run is just superb - the bluesy arrangement for Heartbreak Hotel is another favorite for me.

Funny How Time Slips Away (Elvis on Tour Disc 3 - April 14, 1972 Greensboro) - I love this song so much, and this particular version just does things to me. Right before he starts the song, he asks them to turn the house lights up, and when he says “I-I-It’s funny because I-I-I can’t see you really,” his sweet little stutter just melts my heart. Then when he sings, “How am I doin’? Well I’m sweatin’ a little bit baby, but I guess I’m doin’ fine,” it makes a lot more than my heart react. 😉😍😂 I just love how you get a feel for his interaction with the audience in this performance, and I like when he says “let her have it, man, let her have it” to security (I think about someone trying to get a scarf). My other favorite live performance of this is at Madison Square Garden. In that one, you actually can hear him stutter while singing a line, and I love that he goes up and hits that falsetto note when he sings “Remember what I told you,” and then drops way back down. I think he just had a lot of fun singing this, considering it’s kind of a sad song.

Runner-up goes to You’re the Reason I’m Living (March 22, 1975 Midnight Show). I think this is the only time he performed this live (someone correct me if I’m wrong), and it feels like just a beautiful dedication to his fans. Again you can hear his sweet stutter before he starts, and I like how you can hear him direct the band on what to do during the song. He performs the song so beautifully and then concludes by saying “That was, probably you could tell, totally unrehearsed.” Um, no, I could not tell that at all because it was amazing! ❤️

Again tagging past participants, but if you love Elvis and his music, please join in! 😘

@whositmcwhatsit @be-my-ally @thatbanditqueen @ellie-24 @plasticfantasticl0ver @lookingforrainbows @prompted-wordsmith @flwrs4aust @iloveelvis @argeriant18 @loving-elvis @alienelvisobsession @ab4eva @manebioniclegali @deke-rivers-1957 @rjmartin11 @c-rosenn @elvisalltheway101 @satninroses @doll-elvis @devilsflowerr @missmaywemeetagain @presleysdarling @troubleinapinksuit @cryingabtab @generoustreemystic @samfangirls

[greenorangevioletgrass]

openin' up | b.r.b.

pairing: bradley 'rooster' bradshaw x actress!reader

summary: it's an ordinary morning in their new house, and bradley gets enlisted for help with an... extraordinary warm-up for a morning rehearsal. [part of "the actress & the aviator" universe but can be read as a standalone]

word count: 1.8k

warnings: established relationship, domestic fluff, bradley is a simp but so is the reader, they're engaged y'all, language, smut [blowjob, dirty talk, switch!rooster, switch!reader, brief daddy kink, spit kink, cum eating, this is really filthy but soft i promise]

notes: i'm BACK, Y'ALL! i literally started this fic back in early october but life happened (i worked out of town, got out of a relationship, got into a new relationship. whew!) so i've only got around to finish it now. im a little rusty, so however much love you can give me would be greatly appreciated <3 thank you and happy reading!

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The house in San Clemente is new. The novelty of the living room furniture is apparent, bright and shiny and smelling faintly of packing boxes, save from Goose’s old piano they brought home from Virginia. The fridge only has three takeout menus pinned onto it, from the first week you moved in. The shelves and displays have barely gathered any dust on the books and awards and vinyl collections that newly inhabit them.

But the rhythm in how the two of you go about your day in this new home— your shared home… It's effortless and familiar. Tried and tested. Bradley’s alarm sounds off early in the morning, way too early, but you’ve learned to tune it out. But the prolonged absence of the human furnace you sleep with makes the bed all cold and empty, and it’s hard to go back to sleep like that (you wish you were being dramatic, but it’s true.) By the time Bradley gets out of the shower, you’re usually there, sleepily brushing your teeth and giving him a minty kiss good morning.

This morning, you’re already in the kitchen by the time he’s dressed for work. He hears you first; a cacophony of strange noises that would otherwise be alarming if it weren’t for how routine it is now. All the hums and sirens and lip trills and are those meows you’re doing for warm-up? 

“Morning, songbird.” Rooster saunters in with a kiss to your temple. Then, as he pours his coffee, nearly back-to-back as you hold a steaming cup of tea, he chuckles to himself.

You groan, catching the amusement right away. “Whoever thought it was a good idea to have a singing rehearsal so early in the morning is clearly not thinking,” you grumble, voice still gravely from sleep.

“Whoever thought it was a good idea to stay up late and binge Fleabag like she hasn’t seen it 4 times is…” you level his cheeky comment with a glare and he backtracks behind his coffee cup, “…clearly regretting it now.”

You pinch his side, scowling but not really. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Bradley does a shoulder wiggle in response, so bright and chirpy so early in the morning. A multitude of fun contradictions; tall and broad and imposing in his flight suit, sleeves tied up around his waist, yet at the same time…

Soft and domestic and adorable as he puts the bread in the toaster and cracks a few eggs to scramble (he does it with one hand, too, that cocky fuck.)

You love him so much, it’s ridiculous. It is so ridiculous, in fact, that it gives you an idea…

“Hey, what time do you have to be at work?”

“0900, why?”

You hum, taking a thoughtful sip of your magical concoction of ginger, honey, and lemon. And then…

“Can I suck your dick?”

He bursts out laughing. But then, seeing your completely straight face, he stops. “Wait, for real?”

“I’m serious! For singing purposes. I need to open up and warm up my throat.” He opens his mouth again to comment, but you cut him off, “And don’t ask me how I know this works. But it does.”

People would say your love story is one for the movies. A movie star and a naval aviator falling in love while filming thousands of feet in the air. The two worlds collide, and your lives are intertwined forever. It’s a grand Hollywood romance.

Nobody would ever expect that your happy-ever-after is a comedy.

“Well, jeez, buy me dinner first, ma’am.” He rolls his eyes playfully, as if his heart rate wasn’t picking up. He tries to keep it cool, teasing her right back. “Also, is that the only reason? I am hurt.”

“Well, what do you want me to say?” there’s an air of innocence in your reply —a stark contrast to your request. You come up behind him and wrap your arms around his middle. “That you look so good in your uniform, and I want you to fuck my face? Come down my throat?”

Okay. Maybe it’s a slightly raunchy comedy.

There’s a heavy three-second gap. Three seconds of Bradley’s tightening grip on the spatula and the pan, from the three seconds of your figurative grasp right where you want him.

Three seconds of his slow, bracing draw of breath.

“Honestly?” He pipes up, “Yes.”

Click. You turn the stove off and he has to remind himself to let go, and let you turn him around. Amusement, intrigue, lust, and love painted his face like a swirl of colors. God, you adore him.

You back him into an empty counter, careful not to bump into any hot mugs or pans. “You know I like seeing your suit half done up like this...” Your voice is still rough from sleep, and he swears it’s the sexiest sound his brain can comprehend. “Makes really, really wanna swallow you whole ‘til I choke on your cock. Will you let me do that?”

His Adam’s apple bobs. His lips fall open slightly, but no sound comes out.

You love him like this. All dazed and dumb when you’ve barely done anything to him. It makes you feel powerful. And there’s no power trip quite like knowing you hold the reign.

Even when you give it up.

You bat your eyelashes, sighing just a little when his dick, now fully erect, flexes against your belly in attention. “Please… Daddy?”

Fuck. 

Bradley Bradshaw is still just a man. And as stubborn as he is (and he is plenty stubborn, ask anyone), he is running out of reasons to believe that this is a bad idea. Then again, who is he to deny his fiancée a blowjob for her own sake?

He groans, guttural as he grabs a handful of your ass. “‘Course you can, baby.”

You lean in for a kiss, tender and loving despite everything, and he wants to melt into your touch. It’s oddly comforting to see that amidst the absurdity, it’s still you and it’s still him. And wherever you are, whatever you do —be it having breakfast or doing weird things for warm-up—, this is home. 

And home is where you sink down to your knees, taking his pants and boxers down with you on a random Thursday morning. 

His cock stares right at you, veins running along the sides as it curves ever so slightly to the right. A pearly bead leaks out of his pinkish tip, and you dart out your tongue to taste him. And a taste is never enough —you want to devour all of him.

He can feel the ground pulling from underneath him. One hand with knuckles white on the counter, the other cradling the back of your head. Not quite pushing you, just… caressing you as you adjust to his girth.

Bradley is a big boy, and you say this with no exaggeration whatsoever. It always hurts a little at first when he fucks you, no matter how much he’s made you come before that, and giving him a blowjob is no different. Exhaling slowly through your nose, you relax your jaw and draw yourself closer inch by inch…

“Shit, baby…” His dick is all snug in your warmth, his dream woman on her knees, and he feels on top of the world. “You gonna be a good girl, take all of Daddy’s cock? Come on. Open up, that’s it, that’s… fuck.”

He reaches the back of your throat, making you gag, and it takes him everything to not lose it at the blissful sensation of you tightening around him.

“Breathe, breathe…” he rakes his long fingers through his hair, although he’s probably partly saying it to himself, too. “You okay? D’you need a minute?”

Your glassy eyes look up at him, and he’s praying please please please I might not even last a minute like this… 

It’s a strange, delicate balance of your relationship dynamic. In your obscured vision and compromising position, it’s Bradley who surrenders himself to you. Gentle. Careful. Vulnerable. It makes you feel fucking glorious. 

So you shake your head slightly, and drag your mouth along his heavy shaft.

“God, baby, you feel so fucking good… so perfect, my baby’s so perfect, Jesus fuck—” he swallows heavily, and groans just as heartily. “You’re all mine, aren’t you? I’m the only one who gets to fuck your mouth like this. I’m the only one who gets to come inside you— forever. Fuck, I can’t wait to marry you…”

You look up at him when you hear that, and he finds your gaze, catching the humorous, mischievous glint in your eyes. His brain is in your mouth, and he couldn’t care any less. If you’re gonna tease him all week for what he said, so be it. Because the truth of the matter is, he means it.

With his whole damn heart.

And as the pounding in said heart picks up, so does the rush of blood all over his body. Your hand joins your mouth at the base of his cock, stroking him closer and closer to his release. And he all but loses his mind. His fists open and close as tingles run all the way to his fingertips.

“Baby, baby, baby…” he chants, almost feverishly, “I’m so fucking close, baby, pleasepleaseplease, can I come, please baby, I need to— fuck… fuck. Fuck!”

Warmth pours into your mouth, and you make sure to catch every last drop of pearly white he’s giving— surrendering— to you. Not letting him go until he rides out the very last waves of his orgasm. And when he does, you rise up to your feet and face him.

All flustered and fucked out just for you.

You cup his chin between your thumb and forefinger, motioning him to open. Bradley leans back against the counter, tilting his head up and sticking his tongue out for you. His brown eyes are fixed on you, waiting, wanting like he hasn’t just come less than a minute ago. And when you spit his release back into his mouth… he closes them like he’s coming again.

He takes every single drop just like you did, and swallows it all. But even that’s not enough. He pulls you in by the back of your neck for another searing kiss.

“I love you,” he murmurs into your lips.

“I love you, too.” You kiss him one last time and pull away. Taking a hearty sip of your tea and humming a simple five-note scale. “Mm, much better.”

Bradley watches on, all dumbstruck, as you continue your vocal warm-up while washing your hands and grabbing plates to set up on the table. Carrying on and minding your business as if nothing had happened.

Well. 

Apart from the cheeky look you share as you continue your ordinary morning routine. Making your new home a little more lived-in everyday.

And then, he grins widely, pulls his pants back on and turns the stove back on to finish cooking. “Man, I love morning rehearsals…”

[yorshie]

Okokok but if there had to be a song that the Bayverse boys sang or just played for their S/O (either to serenade them or just to share something he thought was neat) - what would it be and why?

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Oh! Ok! I’m sorry I guess I thought way too hard on the first one lol. I get what you mean now!

(Yorshie used growl. Yorshie is confused. Yorshie hurt herself)

Snort. Let’s see let’s see~ (thinking outside the trash box) god there’s so much music. Oh my god where do I go~

Michelangelo - Hands Down by Dashboard Confessional. (If you’ve heard of this and are trying to block it out. I’m sorry. But! If you haven’t, I hope you’re ready to cry lol) but my reasoning is it’s a song about love, and it’s a song about two people existing outside the expectations of others. Also it’s super sweet and I can hear him singing while dancing with his S/O around the room. I think Mikey would really serenade his S/O with anything under the sun though. Turtle would try with Elmo’s World if it came on the tv, probably switch it up and make it “Mikey’s World” or something.

Donnie - Believe by Cher. OR OR OR take me home tonight by Eddie Money. Yes. I said that with a straight face. You can be mad. You can hate me it’s ok. Don’t think I haven’t forgotten that Dee is a major Dorkasaurous Rex. (Or would be be a Doyouthinkhesaurous?<- haha. Reference for the win) He would serenade the pants off his S/O with this song. He’d wait til everyone else was asleep and crank up his Lab’s speakers, that’s it new headcanon unlocked new music genre to associate Donnie with ok people we’re done here pack it up~

Leo - when I first got into the fandom, there was this one shot by memes-in-a-half-shell called “All I Wanted Was You” and I. Fell. So. Hard. For Leo over it. I cried over it. And now I can’t ever get him completely free from Hidden in the Sand by Tally Hall because of it. Everytime I hear it I just imagine Leo swaying his S/O in his arms, humming into their hair. Yeah. Imma go cry now. (Yorshie is confused. Yorshie hurt herself once again). Another one I could see is She Lit a Fire by Lord Huron. If his S/O’s not fem, he’d change the She accordingly I’m sure.

Raph - ooooo big red might be the hardest. Give me a moment~ ok. Whew. Gave it a little bit. Can I say Señorita or Mercy by Shawn Mendes? Cuz I feel like that’s about as soft music wise as Raph’s capable of. I feel like he falls more towards the “seduction not serenade” end of the music spectrum. Like. If this turtle starts playing music for his S/O or a song comes on and he looks over at them. Haha~ Nice knowing you hypothetical person. Good luck and all that.

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1212: Coffee Chat with Geese (King of Fighters)

6:45 p.m. at Athena's Coffee Shop........

It was a slow, normal day in Athena's established coffee shop. The afternoon came by, the customers are at their seats, enjoying the various drinks they've ordered, Hinako happily hums as she places her recently baked batch of cookies inside a glass jar stand, and Rock is sitting in front of the counter talking to Shingo, awaiting for his friend's time to clock out for the rest of the day so they hang out more later.

It was a good day so far, despite it's normalcy-

'DOOR KICKED OPEN'

Malin: (Frantically Ran Inside the Coffe Stop) LOCK EVERY DOOR IN BUILDING AND HIDE LIKE HELL, PEOPLE! MOVE IT!!

Shingo/Rock: (Quickly Turns to the Source of the Sudden, Loud Ruckus Along with Everypne Else in the Room) Malin?

Hinako: (Starts Getting Worried) What's going on, dear? (Notices How Exhausted Malin is Getting) Did you ran your way to get here?

Malin: (Starts Panting a Bit) Yeah....I.....really had to.....Hightailed my ass.....over here.....The MOMENT i saw that black limousine!.....(Whips the Sweat Off her Forehead) ('Whew')

Hinako: Limousine?

Rock and Shingo look at each other after hearing that piece of information, for a brief second before turning back to Malin.

Rock: Did you catch a glimpse of who was inside?

Shingo: And was there anyone else in there with him by any chance?

Malin: Yeah! There were two guys in there. One was the bodyguard and the other-

'Door Push Open'

?????: Ah.

Everyone in the room now turn their attention to a man in a suit, rocking a read and white stripe bandana wrapped on top of his head, and carrying a red pole walking and looking around inside of the establishment.

?????: So this is the famous coffee shop that twat of a pop star owns....Not as loud and obnoxious looking as I thought it would be, I'll give 'em that.

Shingo: (Instantly Recognizes the Man Walking In) Billy Kane? But if he's here and then- (Notices The Silent, Harden Look in Rock's Eyes Before Coming to the Chilling Realization) Oh no..........

?????: ('Hmph')

Another man in a business suit walks inside the shop as well, with a face that everyone instantly recognized. The infamous crimelord of Southtown and the man that was absent from Rock's life since he was a child, Geese Howard.

Geese: I prefer a more sophisticated establishment, but I suppose this will do for now.

Billy: (Bows hid Head Down in Agreement) As you wish, sir.

Malin: (Grimaces in Fear) There's goes the lockdown plan.......

Hinako: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Shock) What possess that man to come to a place like this?

Rock: (Glaring at His Own Father) He came here for me.

Shingo: (Quickly Tries to Ease the Tension) O-Or! He's....probably here try out one of our....Finest selection of coffee! (Chuckles Awkwardly) Given our very....VERY good review scores we've gotten so far. I mean, that's probably and mostly because it has Athena''s name on it, but-

Geese: (Turns his Long Lost Son With a Welcoming Yet Evil Looking Smile on his Face) Ah, Rock, my boy! I knew I would find you here eventually. Come. (Pulls Out a Chair For Him) Take a seat. We have so much to discuss and catch up on.

Shingo: (Grimacing in Fear) ..........I hate being wrong sometimes

Geese: (Looks Around the Room Filled With Intimidated Customers and Employees) As for everyone else still present, we do hope you enjoyed your time here thus far. (Puts on a Stone Cold Look on his Face) Now, leave our presence.

The customers immediately abides to crimelord's demand as Billy holds the door wide open for them quickly leaving the premise.

Billy: Yeah, you heard the boss! Get outta here! All of ya! Hop to it! You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here!

Customer: (Starts Singing) I knooow, who I'M-

Billy: (Angrily Uses his Pole to Shove the Singing Customer Out of the Room) OUT! ('Groans in Annoyance') Damn tourist......

Geese: (Softens his Look a Bit) No need to waste your anger on that fool, Billy. The song is catchy in its own right. (Turns to the Coffee Trio) Are you three the workers of this establishment?

Hinako: (Smiles Very Nervously) Y-Yes, but-

Malin: (Grins Very Awkwardly as She Points Back at the Door in the Other Side of the Room) We have some unfinished work that needs to be done in the back!

Hinako: (Quickly Nodded in Agreement) T-That's right! If you'll excuse us! (Turns to Shingo Along with Malin) Shingo-Kun?

Shingo: (Sighs While Standing Still) You guys go on ahead without me. No way I'm leaving Rock alone with that guy, father or not. Plus, someone gotta serve him coffee and I'm more than willing to step up to the plate. ('Gulps') And hopefully stay alive after this.......

Hinako: (Eyes Starts Sparking and Tearing Up Along with Malin) ('Sniff') You brave soul!~

Malin: We'll never forget your sacrifice!~ ('Sniff') GODSPEED, SHINGO!

Hinako: (Carries Malin Up in her Arms as She Quickly Makes Their Way to the Back Room) WE LOVE YOU!~

Shingo: (Tearfullly Waves Goodbye to his Co-workers/Friends) I LOVE YOU GUYS TOO!~

Billy: OI!

Shingo's body immediately starts tense up by Billy's booming voice.

Billy: Are you that Kusanagi brat's disciple?

Shingo: (Claps his Own Face Three Times and Clears his Throat Before Turning Back and Facing Billy With a Slightly More Calmer Look on his Face) I used to be. What of it?

Billy: (Casually Shrugs as He Walks Over to Shingo) Oh nothin' on the sorts. Just heard a few things about you is all. (Forms an Evil Smirk on his Face) Specifically how YOU were one responsible for roughin' up one of my men back at the warehouse.

Shingo: (Shivering a Bit in Fear While Trying his Hardest Not to Lose his Posture) Y-Yeah, well......(Glares at Billy While Mustering Up Every Bit of Courage He Has Inside of Him) S-So what? They're the ones who lured Rock and the others there to begin with. And I'll beat 'em up again if you and your goons even THINK about harming my friends agai-

Before Shingo could finish his sentence, Billy place the tip of his red pole right onto his cheek, shutting him up instantly.

Billy: Making a direct threat to me and the boys, right in front of my face.....That takes guts.(Forms an Impressed Smirk on his Face) ('Heh') I think we're gonna get along just fine, mate.

Rock: (Angrily Yeah at Billy) You get the hell away from Shingo right now, Billy Kane, or SO HELP ME-

Geese: Enough, Billy. Quit messing around with the employee and let him make our coffee. (Sits Himself Down on One Side of the Circular Table) We're wasting enough time as it is.

Billy: (Immediately Bows Down to Geese) Yes, sir! Apologies in advance. (Turns Back to Shingo) You heard the boss, mate. (Pokes Shingo's Cheek with the Tip of his Pole) Move it already!

Shingo: Alright, alright! I'm going!

Geese watches Shingo walking over to the counter as Billy follows behind him before letting out a small sigh and turning back his biological offspring.

Geese: Now, where were we?

Rock: (Sighs While Sitting Down on the Opposite Side of his and Geese's Table) Let's just get this over with.

Geese: I take it that boy over there is a friend of yours?

Rock: Yeah. My best friend to exact. Seriously, I will HURT your bodyguard if he tries anything with him over there.

Geese: Calm down. Billy knows better than to disobey any orders I give him. Your friend will be unharmed.

Rock: (Hardens his Glare onto Geese) He better be.

Geese: You've really been holding a grudge on me these days, haven't you?

Rock: Well, you practically ignored me and mom since I was child and never bothered to visit her in her death bed and her funeral. So yeah. Still not letting any of that go just yet.

Geese: ('Sigh') I see. If it makes you feel slightly better, I did help your uncle pay for funeral expenses.

Rock: Neat. Why didn't come and visit then?

Geese: I was busy that day.

Rock: OF COURSE YOU- (Stops Himself From Yelling Before Taking a Very Deep Breath) Why do you even wanna see me in the first place? Besides giving me more of a migraine.

Geese: I just wanted to see how you are doing these days. Especially now that you're- ('Sighs Heavily') OFFICALLY Bogard's adapted son.

Rock: (Forms a Small Smirk on his Face) What? You jealous of him or something?

Geese: (Turns Away While Crossing his Arms Together, Unamused) ('Tch') Please. You're sorely mistaken if I hold any jealousy towards that imbecile of a man. That being said, I do wonder how he's been doing these days........

Rock: He's in Smash Town. Still taking part of that Smash Tournament or what have you.

Geese: ('Sigh') Ahh Smash Bros.....The one tournament that dares toys with my time and patience.

Rock: Wait. (Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion) You were invited to that tournament at one point?

Geese: Yes. Or at least I thought I was. I standing in my balcony until I noticed one of their invitation envelopes flew by. I tried to catch it, but with no pervil and.only to end up falling five stories off the building.

Rock: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Horror) Oh God. That's terrible.

Geese: (Shrugs) Mm. I had worst falls. (Forms a Small Coxky Smirk) None of them were enough to put me down that easily. My ambitions and willpower always came in clutch every time.

Rock: (Gives Geese a Deadpinned Look) Pretty sure it's dumb luck saving you constantly.......

Rock then sees Billy walking over to his and Geese's table and gives his boss the hot beverage he ordered in a cup.

Billy: Your coffee, sir.

Geese: (Simply Nodded to his Most Loyal Right Hand Man) Thank you.

Billy bows to his boss before walking back to the counter. Geese then takes a Sip of his freshly made coffee, savoring the taste for a brief second before nodding in approval.

Geese: Hm. I'll be damned. This might be the best cup of coffee I've tasted in a long time.

Rock: (Forms a Proud Smile on his Face) I know, right? It keep tasting better and better the more Shingo makes them. He's a natural at this. (Went Back to Glaring at his Father) And no. You're not gonna make him your personal coffee boy under my watch.

Geese: And why exactly not? He could benefit our organization greatly with his talents.

Rock: Well, one, he has family and friends to come home to, and two, we don't want his innocence to get tainted by your twisted bullshit. (Hardens his Glare a Bit) And unless you want me to speed dial Terry here to humble you and your sidekick once again, I suggest you drop the idea entirely.

Geese: ('Scoffs') I wouldn't lose to that toothless mutt that easily. ('Sighs in a Bit Of Defeat') But I'll pretend that piece of conversation never happens. Happy?

Rock: Very.

'A Bit of Silence'

Geese: You're really enjoying the new life given to you so far, haven't you?

Rock: (Simply Nodded) Yeah. I have. It's not perfect by any means, but I still love it all the same. I love the people that's been a part of it for a while now. ('Clicks Teeth') And hate to be that guy, but I can say with pure certainty they're more of a family to me than you'll ever be.

Geese: ('Heh') Is that right? Good for you I suppo-

Geese suddenly felt something buzzing as he takes his phone out of pqlants pocket before sighing at the message that was given to him just recently.

Geese: Always has to be something with these people.......

Rock: Business calls?

Geese: Unfortunately. The higher ups are hosting yet another business meeting held back at HQ in the next hour or so. So I'm afraid we'll have to cut our conversation short for now. But before I go, there's one more thing I need to discuss with you. It involves that power of yours.

Rock: ('Sigh') And here we go......

Geese: Listen, I don't mind you being the young man you are now. After everything you and your mother been through, you have every right to follow and obliged by the path you forged for yourself. But you are still a Howard in blood at the end of day. You can't keep holding back the power you bear within you forever, you know?

Rock: Yeah. It only does more harm than good to own body and mental state I keep this up.

Geese: (Simply Nodded in Agreement) Exactly.

Rock: But......

Geese: Hm?

Rock: (Looks Down at the Table With a More Somber Look) What if it change me for the worst? To someone......I can't recognize anymore?

Geese: That could happen. Or you could be more stronger than you originally were beforehand. The possibilities are endless despite how uncertain the future is. But I'm sure you'll figure something along the way. You are my son after all.

Rock: True. And you're my father in blood. (Forms a Smirk on his Face) But you're definitely not close to being a dad at heart.

Geese: (Stares at Rock For a Brief Second Before Smirking Back) ('Heh') Whatever keeps you satisfied in the long run. (Gets Up From his Seat as He Picks Up his Cup of Coffee From the Table) I'll have high hopes for you for the time being, Rock. Until the next time we meet. Billy! It's we part from this establishment. (Finally Makes his Leave) Our next meeting will start soon.

Billy: (Bows to Geese) Coming right away, sir! (Turns to Shingo with a More Friendier Smile) And that's my cue to leave. Sorry we has to cut our chat short, mate.

Shingo: (Smiles Back at Billy) It's alright. I'm just glad we had the chance to get along in the first place. (Sticks his Hand Out in Front of Billy)

Billy: (Gives Shingo a Handshake) Likewise. You and your friend there be safe out there in the streets and have a good rest of the day. (Finally Makes his Leave as Well)

Shingo: (Happily Waves Goodbye to a Unexpectedly New Friend) You too, Billy-san! Good luck on your meeting!

Billy gives Shingo a farewell salute before following Geese out the door.

'Door Opens and Closes'

Rock: (Walks Over to Shingo) You and Billy are friends now?

Shingo: (Happily Nodded) I think so, yeah. He's pretty cool to talk to once you get to know him a little bit. How did your talk with Geese go?

Rock: Surprisingly decent all things considered. It made me hate him less now.

Shingo: Seriously?

Rock: Yeah. (Makes a Tiny Bit Hand Gesture While Having a Small Grin on his Face) Only a little bit though.

Shingo: (Chuckles Lightly) Well, nice to see it got you in you're in a better mood at least. I can tell how much it frustrates you get every time you think about him.

Rock: (Shrugs) Yeah, but it's nothing I can't brush over. (Smiles Softly) Especially now that I'm in a much better place in my life than I've ever been-

Shingo: (Smiles Brightly) With us!

Rock: (Chuckles Lightly) Yeah. With us. (Takes his Phone Out From his Pants Pocket, Only to be Greeted by Twenty-Six Missed Calls and Thirty Text Unread Text Messages) Yeesh......We should probably head back to my place before everyone has even more if a panic attack.

Shingo: Wayyy ahead of you. (Clocks Himself in For the Day Before Opening the Back Door as He Calls Out to his Two Lady Friends/Co-workers) Hey, guys! The coast is clear now! And I'm heading home woth Rock for the day! (Leaves the Back Door Open as Follows Rock Out of the Shop)

Hinako: (Inside The Back Room) Thank you!~ We hope you two have a good rest of the evening!

Malin: (Munching on Something While In the Same Room with Hinako) Yeah! ('Crunch Munch') See you guys later! ('Crunch') Mmm~

Hinako: Malin! Those cookies are for the customers only!

Malin: Hey, not my fault they taste heavenly. You're a real talented cook, you know that?~

Hinako: (Giggles Softly) I tried my best~ I'll be more than happy make you a batch back home if you behave and help me tidy up the place.

Malin: Deal!

Happy Late Birthday, Rock Howard!!

@thelexhex

@tampire

@helsic

@albion-93

[bookscandlesnbts]

Just a few random thoughts. Personally I think Jungkook is sincere and isn’t playing a role right now. I think he tends to be a bit impulsive and obsessive when he has something in his mind. Nowadays, he wants to make sure we don’t see him as a teenager and the forever maknae. I never took him for a baby, I’m well aware he’s 26 now and he’s a grown ass man, hell I’m older than him 😅 So I don’t exactly get why he’s so hell-bent on that. For a while now the fandom has been mostly thirsting over him and noticing how much he has grown up. I think Jimin is being babied a lot in comparison. Or maybe that’s just in my circles? But I respect what he feels and the direction he wants to take. I don’t like it, because for this chapter 2 I was looking for something a bit more personal from each member, a way to connect to each one of them. And so far it has been the case, except for him. Which makes me a bit sad as he is one of my bias, along with Jimin and Hobi. Hopefully one day he’ll get back to writing his own songs because it’s when I connect to him the most, but it’s not his goal at the moment and I respect that.

That being said I truly hope we’ll get at least one ballad from him on his album, and no more featuring… it’s the 3rd one now, 4th if we add Dreamers but that was a special song, and like many of your previous anons I’m losing interest. My excitement for his album has worn off. With Left and Right then Seven and now 3D it’s getting a bit too much, all over the place and lacking some sort of uniqueness. I want to hear Jeon Jungkook, not another western perfectly-pre-packaged production that could have been given to any other pop artist. I’m not really seeing a multiple-dimension Jungkook right now, which is fine but just not suited for I expect from the artists I follow. I wonder if the debates around his songs stems from the way we engage with music in general. I’m going to be honest but personally I don’t stream. I’ve never and I won’t, it’s not the way I like to consume music. Actually, I don’t ‘consume’ music. I don’t listen to the radio, I carefully pick up and choose what I listen to. I guess music is serious business for me hahaha and not something I listen to casually? It’s not some background noise for when I do this and that, I like to really sit down and listen. Does that sound stupid? I don’t know. Sorry, I’m rambling. I’m not against a fun summer hit here and there but I guess I’m a bit of a snob. I’m also very picky about the lyrics and I too find 3D gross, and I won’t apologize for it. It’s definitely not subtle and not even sensual. And I don’t have a problem with sexual songs, heck one of my favorite artists is french singer Serge Gainsbourg, if you know you know ;)

To sum it up, I’m having mixed feelings. I love Jungkook, so I will listen to his album and if he’s happy then I’m happy for him but as an artist right now, his music is not for me anymore and it makes me a tad bit sad. But eh, we still have his previous songs to go back to :)

Whew, if you weren’t an anon and I knew your identity, I would say that we could be friends. I very much so hold a lot of these opinions. JK has one of the best vocals in the business BAR NONE. No one not even the kpoppies can dismiss that fact. Yet, these songs don’t showcase that??? They are songs that anyone could sing. Sure, JK has some great ad libs here and there. There is arguably nothing wrong with the way that he sounds but it’s also not remarkable or impressive vocally in my opinion.

I also don’t consume music. I too am older anon. I’m 30 almost 31 and I listen to what I like. One of the things I like and admire a lot is excellent, lush songwriting. You want a stunning hetero sexual song about sex with women? Work Song by Hozier or really any song by Hozier. I also admire the lyrics of Frank Ocean in the R&B scene, Kendrick Lamar in the Rap genre, and indie girls like Phoebe Bridgers and Lana Del Rey. All of these are just to name a few. Western music can be high quality and have amazing lyrics. I get that JK is going for mass general population appeal, so that’s why this doesn’t resonanate with me. I can be pretty snobby too. In fact, a lot of the music I love is what Joon shares to his stories and as we know, he’s one of the lyrical masterminds behind BTS.

I also love Jungkook and I’ll continue to love him even if I’m not going to listen to 3D and Seven on repeat. I will of course listen to his solo album too when it comes out. I fear it will be more of the same which isn’t my taste, but that’s okay. And it’s okay to like it. I’m one of those people that really likes to dive into songs lyrically. Some people don’t care about lyrics. The lyrics more than anything are what drew me to BTS in the first place. JK wants to be a different kind of solo pop star. That’s fine, I’ll just wait until he’s back in the studio with his band mates producing songs that I know will be fire and I won’t care what the general public thinks about those.

[ontheshroom]

maybe you could do something with jack based off of Cuff It by Beyoncé???

Cuff It

Jack Harlow x fem!reader

Smut! ⚠️

A/n: Loved writing this!!!

Synopsis: Jack and Tr meet in a club.

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It wasn’t often you got the option to go out with your friend, so you were taking your full advantage tonight.

“Alright it’s mandatory we must take three shots before we get to the club!” Lex calls out.

You let out a loud exaggerated sigh at her words with a playful smile following. You walk to your kitchen island with six shot glasses in front of you. Lex pours them and divides them into three each. You both rapidly down the shots before sticking your tongues out and groaning at the burn.

“Whew. That’s some good shit.” Lex laughs.

“I’m sick of you.” You laugh with her.

In sync your phone alerts you letting you know your Lyft is out front. You and Lex both do a once-over in the mirror of your front foyer before leaving. You hold the door open for Lex to get in before following after her.

“We’re gonna have so much fun!” She calls out.

“I feel like fallin in love.” You smile, bashfully.

“Oh, girl. You need to stay away from liquor.” She laughs.

Within twenty minutes the two of you are walking into Club ‘River’.

You and Lex walk past a section with someone so familiar to you, but you just can’t pinpoint it. Watching the mystery person as you walk, you both lock eyes.

“Our section is right there!” Lex calls out to you, snapping your attention off of him.

“Order me two shots of Casamigos.” You smile at her.

After ordering your drinks you both hear your favorite song at the moment playing.

“Ridin’ with my twinnem and we all look good at fuck! She say she my opp but I don’t know her, had to look her up! I know that I'm rich, but I can't help it, bitch, I'm hood as fuck! I've been on these bitches neck so long, sometimes my foot get stuck! I can't put you in my business, you might wish me dead tomorrow. Bitches be on dick today, sing every word of "Up" tomorrow! Bitch, I still got cases opened, keep your mouth shut tomorrow! Play with me today then get some sleep, you know it's up tomorrow! Fake bitch, that's why my friend fucked on your nigga (ah-ha). Both you bitches pussy, I think y'all should scissor (ah, ha, ha).” You both sing and twerk to the song.

Meanwhile, in the other section, you both were noticed.

“I feel like I’ve seen her before,” Jack confesses to Urban, pointing at you.

Your friend was currently taking pictures of you, that’d he probably pay to have on his phone.

“She’s bad, man. I don’t know where we’d know her from, though.” Urban shrugs.

“Her friend is fine too,” Urban adds, pointing to your friend.

“Nah, I know I’ve seen her before.” Jack shakes his head.

“Go up and talk to her,” Urban tells him.

As if God could hear his friend, you started making your way towards them, well at least it looks so. Realistically, you’re heading to the bar to figure out what happened to those drinks Lex ordered.

As you’re walking up you notice that familiar face looking at you again. This time he’s walking towards you, though. You shrug it off and realize out of the hundreds of people in this club, that man is not focused on you.

“Hi! My friend and I ordered four shots of Casamigos in our section and never got them, can I get them from here?” You ask the bartender.

“Of course! I didn’t get any orders, I apologize. Let me get those for y’all!” He calls out over the loud music.

“And you can put those on my tab.” You hear a voice say from behind you, causing you to turn.

You come face to face with the man from earlier, and man is he fine.

“I feel like I know you from somewhere.” He says, leaning down to talk in your ear.

“I felt the same!” You tell him, laughing.

“Did you grow up in Louisville?” He asks you.

“Mm Mm.” You shake your head.

“Do you know my name?” He asks.

“I’m afr-“

“Here are these shots for y’all!” The bartender calls out, putting the drinks on a tray.

“Thank you!” You say to him before turning back to the man.

“I’m Jack.”

“I’m y/n, nice to meet you.” You smile.

“You look so familiar.” He sighs.

“I have a following on Instagram, maybe you know me from there?” You ask him, shrugging a bit.

He pulls out his phone and opens Instagram before handing his phone to you. You quickly type in your Instagram to see he’s already following it.

“You follow me already!” You laugh.

He looks down at the page and then back at you and nods.

“Guess that mystery got solved.” He smiles.

You pull up your phone and open Instagram, following his actions, but when he opens his page you’re not following him.

You look down at your phone and realize why he’s so familiar.

“Jack, as in Jack Harlow.” You laugh.

“I feel like an idiot.” You shake your head.

“Damn, you ain’t even following me?” He asks playfully, smacking his lips.

“I swear I thought I was.” You laugh.

You hold the phone up so he could see it and you show him as you follow him.

“That’s right.” He laughs.

“Well, I better get going before my friend gets worried.” You tell Jack, picking up the drinks.

“Let me know before you leave?” He asks you.

You scrunch your eyebrows up at his statement.

“Mmm, maybe.”

“Bitch! He was familiar 'cause he’s Jack fucking Harlow!” You tell your friend giving her the shots.

“Yeah, his friend just came up to me.” Lex laughs.

The two of you decided to party for a bit before leaving with them. What could y’all say? Y’all’s mission was to fuck up the night, or any available hot men.

The night winds down and you both had a good buzz going. Drunk but not too drunk that you’re not aware of your decisions. The two of you decide to walk over to Jack’s section. The two of you are stopped at the section opening by two security guards.

“Aye, they’re good!” Jack calls out.

The men separate and you two walk into the section.

“We just wanted to let y’all know, we’re getting ready to go.” You tell Jack, leaning close to him to tell him in his ear.

“Alright, you wanna ride home? My friend can take your friend home.” He says.

You nod at his words and the four of you walk out together before separating into different cars.

“Call me tomorrow!” You yell out to Lex, who responds with a thumbs up.

“I live in Northbrook.” You tell Jack and he nods.

The second you both walk into your apartment it was as if the whole script flipped. Jack is all over you, his hands digging into your hips as if he couldn’t have you any closer to him.

“Fuck.” He groans as you palm him through his pants.

“I wanna go where nobody's been,” You tell him, shedding yourself of your dress and kicking off your heels.

Jack watches in astonishment as you walk to your bedroom.

When he walks back into your room he’s just as naked as you. You can’t help but smile at his size. You did good tonight, y/n.

“Lay down.” You smile at him.

He lays down on the bed and you crawl on top of him. You both let out low moans as you sink onto him. You rock your hips until you find your rhythm. Jack places his hands on your hips, pulling you down to his chest, your boobs hovering over his face.

“I like to be in control.” He groans, stopping your movements and fucking up into you.

“Fuck, Jack!” You moan.

The sounds of his skin slapping against yours and Y’all’s mixed moans fill the room. As the two of you approach your orgasms you’re sure you see stars.

“I’m gonna cum, Jack!” You moan.

“Fuckkkk.” He groans.

He lets you ride out your orgasm before he pulls out and cums.

You roll off of him onto the bed and breathe heavily. You get up to use the restroom before crawling back into bed. Expecting Jack to get up since he’s already had sex with you, you kind of look at him funny.

“Go to sleep, baby. When you wake up tomorrow we can go get breakfast.” He tells you, cuddling you to his chest.

[deke-rivers-1957]

Walter Bi-lick AKA Kid Galahot

Walter gets off the back of a truck and looks around for a business needing new employees. After a half hour he walks into a a lodge.

"Morning. Ah'm lookin for work."

Mr. Zimmerman sits up in his chair.

"Alright you can work with training my tiger in the ring for 5 bucks. Joey can use a good sparring partner."

Walter's eyes widen.

"Tiger? What if Ah get bit?!"

Mr. Zimmerman squints at Walter.

"Bit?"

"Yeah, you know, like - CHOMP! The tiger bites mah arm off."

Mr. Zimmerman has a fit of confusion.

"What the? Joey ain’t a literal tiger! What do ya think I mean?"

"Well, ya know you coulda meant a tiger like the wild animals. Ya know, big, has claws, eats raw meat, chases antelope."

"Yeah like we really got wild animals runnin loose everywhere."

"Ya never can tell 'cose animals do get out of zoos sometimes. And circuses they got them all the time, you know, elephants and tigers and all that kinda stuff."

Mr. Zimmerman groans as he face palms.

"Just get in the ring! Lew start stringing him up."

Lew gets in the ring and starts lacing up Walter's boxing gloves.

"Hey hey hey, Lew, let's stop a minute. Let's let Joey know. Ya know, tell Joey the name and Ah'm supposed to be the sparring partner."

Lew sighs as he turns to a guy at the other end of the ring with a punching bag.

"Hey Joey, ya got Walter here as your sparring partner."

Joey nods as he walks over to Walter. Walter's lips part slightly as he eyes up Joey.

"Alright boy, you're up."

Lew slaps on Walter's helmet and gets on the outside of the ring.

"When yer ready, Howie."

Mr. Zimmerman pulls out his stopwatch.

"And begin!"

Joey immediately punches Walter. Everyone watches in shock as Walter completely fails to block his face. No one can believe it and Lew is just facepalming.

"Hey Walter in case ya wanna block once in a while, it ain’t against the rules."

The fight continues and Joey continues to punch Walter in the face. A group of boxers mutter to each other.

"How’s he handlin all those blows? He should’ve been knocked out by now."

Eventually Joey starts to slow down. Suddenly, Walter punches Joey so hard that he falls against the ropes and then the floor unconscious. Mr. Zimmerman gets in the ring as everyone is in complete shock.

"Joey! Joey! Joey, please. We can't afford to get knocked out by this zombie. Joey! Joey, can't you hear me?"

Joey doesn't reply and Walter starts to feel bad. Lew comes up to him.

"Go on inside. Willy’ll get you yer money."

"Ok."

Walter goes back inside and heads to a changing room. Willy comes inside with the money.

"Here's yer 5 bucks. Ya know I’m thinking of signing you on to be my own fighter."

"Ya are?"

"Right hook like that ya can’t lose. Give it the night to think about it."

Willy leaves the room as Walter starts to change back into his uniform.

Time Skip

Walter sits outside with his back to the door near the other boxers but not officially sitting in their group. Joey comes outside and Walter turns to see him. There's an indescribable energy between the two. Walter can't help but stare at Joey. As much as he's nervous that Joey would lash out at him, there's another emotion bubbling up inside.

"Whew. What'd you hit me with? A bomb?"

The tension breaks as Walter giggles.

"Aw it weren't nothin. Jus worked out that way."

The other boxers call out for Joey to join them.

"C'mon Walter. Sing with us, c'mon."

Walter smiles at being invited to join the group. They all sing together until it starts to get late.

"Awright fellas Ah'm goin to bed."

"Ok. Night Walter."

Walter waves as he heads upstairs to his room. He starts to get undressed and goes to bed. As he starts to dream, he just can't can't get Joey out of his mind.

Time Skip

On the day Joey leaves for a flight to Boston, Willy's sister Rose arrives from the Bronx. In between practice bouts, Walter took up the task of fixing an old Model T. At some point in the day, he walks inside the lodge and sees Rose.

"Uh... hi."

"Hello."

"Um, mah name's Walter."

"I'm Rose Grogan."

Even though Walter has seen quite a few women in life, there's just something about Rose that catches his eye. In fact, the whole world around her seems to turn into a fuzzy glow.

"Do you work here?"

"Well yeah. Ah'm a boxer. Ah mean Ah'm a boxer but Ah really wanna be a mechanic. In fact, Ah'm workin on -"

Walter starts to babble until Mr. Zimmerman shouts from outside.

"Galahad! Hey Galahad get out here!"

Walter flinches.

"Who's Galahad?"

"Uh that's me. Ah gotta go."

"Oh. I guess I'll see you later then, Walter."

Walter walks backwards as he's still distracted by Rose's beauty.

"Yeah. Yeah."

He bumps into the support beam and giggles from embarrassment before walking out the door.

Time Skip

The months pass as Walter writes many letters to Joey while also getting close with Rose. Now that the Model T is fully painted, he can't wait to take her to the 4th of July picnic.

"Uh.. Rose?"

"Yes Walter?"

"Do you... Do you wanna ride in mah car to the picnic?"

She smiles at him.

"I'd like that."

He carefully helps her down from the carriage and leads her to his car.

"What did you say in your letter to Joey this time?"

Walter blushes as he drives.

"That Ah've been missing him. Ah mean Ah like the other guys an all but Joey helped me feel welcome here. He was like their leader ya know so Ah don't think Ah woulda ever been accepted if it weren't for 'em."

Since Walter was paying attention to the road, he never noticed Rose having a knowing smile on her face. Eventually, they make it to the picnic grounds. As expected, there's singing, dancing and food. While Walter and Rose did have fun at the picnic, they start to drift down their own path after a few hours.

"Ya see this? Mr. Prohosko's gonna be givin me this whole shop once he retires. Tha's why Ah gotta have the money from this fight aginst Sugar Boy."

"So no more fights?"

"No more fights. Won't be any need for it. Well..."

Walter starts to babble again and drops a bolt.

"Ah dropped the bolt, 'cuse me."

He kneels to try to find it as Rose helps him.

"What kind of bolt was it, Walter?"

"Quarter inch."

"How big was it?"

She knows this will get Walter to babble again. Which he does only there's a moment of chemistry between them. They can feel each other being drawn closer.

"Walter."

They kiss and it feels very natural. After about a minute they pull away.

"I think I'll be the only one to call you Kid Galahot."

Walter giggles despite the nagging feeling that he isn't telling the truth.

"Yeah. The only one."

Time Skip

It's a week before the Sugar Boy fight. Joey finally returns from Boston and Walter feels strangely elated to see him. The two continued to spar on two sides of the camp. Until one day, Lew noticed that Walter was feeling strangely hopped up.

"Hey Joey, straighten Walter out here."

Joey looks at Walter in surprise. He moves closer and grabs Walter by the shoulders.

"You gotta come with me Walter. Can’t be having Rose see ya like this."

"She won't like it?"

"No. Got a hungry look in your eyes."

"Ya mean like a tiger?"

"Yeah now come on. Gotta calm ya down."

Joey leads Walter to a quiet bedroom. Walter seems to instinctively sit down on the bed.

"How do ya feel, Walter?"

Walter giggles goofily.

"Like Ah could move a mountain."

Joey nods his head like he expected this.

"Certainly got a lotta testosterone in your system."

"Yeah? How do we fix that? Ya think it'd be a good idea to bring in Rose for a little, ya know, "talkin"?"

Joey walks over and sits down next to Walter on the bed.

"Nah. You gotta learn what a lotta boxers do to unwind."

"What do they do?"

"It’s an inside secret that we men help each other out."

Walter slowly gets closer.

"Ya mean like, help each other... uh, let off steam?"

"Yeah. Women would just get hurt if you go at it after a match."

"But ya think that'd help me out?"

"Better than being a race car stuck in neutral."

Walter tries to contemplate this idea. Somehow it's not that bad of an idea.

"Ya sure Rose ain't ever gonna know?"

"Rose knows the business. This isn’t anything new for her."

"So she'll be okay with it?"

Joey claps his shoulder.

"All that’d matter is that yer safe."

Walter looks up at Joey. Just like the first time they met his lips part slightly. Walter can only nod as Joey starts to chuckle.

"I’ve been seeing ya giving me that look since day one."

"Ya have?"

"Ever since you clocked me with that right hook of yours."

Walter blushes. Despite not fully understanding it, he seems to know exactly what Joey means.

"Ya figured it out that quick?"

"Seeing you look at Rose told me yer a terrible poker player."

"Ah guess that's true."

There's an awkward silence. Walter starts to feel calm but deep down he wants to go through with this.

"Well... can we get this over with?"

"Yeah. Might as well."

Joey gets on top of Walter. It's a good thing everyone else is outside or downstairs. Walter would've been completely embarrassed if anyone had heard the loudest bed creaking ever. Not that he ever would've known himself. He got so caught up in the sensations that he doesn't even realize the noises he's making.

"Wow. They oughta call ya Kid Galahot."

Walter's panting while he's lying on the bed feeling completely limp.

"Hmmm."

Walter can barely keep his eyes open as he's experiencing the afterglow.

"See why ya don't wanna be doing this with Rose?"

"Mhmm."

Joey chuckles.

"I'll let ya take a nap then."

He tries to get out of bed but Walter weakly grabs his hand.

"Stay."

Joey's heart melts. For a grown man Walter can really look like a little kid at times. So Joey lays back down next to him.

"Ok. But only for a little while."

Walter moves a little closer to Joey and immediately falls asleep. While no one else will ever know what really happened that day, everyone in that camp knows that Walter will always have that twinkle in his eye every time he sees Joey. They will always have something special.

AN: Shout out to the discord besties for requesting this. It really was an inside joke we shared that Walter and Joey's relationship seemed to be something more than a friendship. I just couldn't help it.

Tagging: @arrolyn1114, @thedaisymaisy, @karel-in-wonderland, @moonchild-daniella, and @xanatenshi.

[dorothygale123]

Part 1

Sorry, Tumblr has a 10 image limit, so I had to split this into 2 posts. Back to the cute figures I don't need and will not buy like the responsible adult I am!

Bingfeng is kinda like if two pigs got smooshed together, booty first. Apparently two heads make it twice as stubborn (talk about boar headed, am I right?).

Next.

A floofy little kitty, so cute! Though more often it's compared to a fox or a ferret, it's 100% adorable. In fact, it's considered to be a great pet as just being with it can ease all worries (as real cat owners can affirm).

Next.

No, this is not the birb form of Erlang Shen, though it does have his third eye. Looking mostly like a normal owl except for the extra eye and sounding like a deer for some reason, this little guy was more likely to end up on your plate than as a pet. Apparently eating this cutie could cure certain illnesses, but the guilt you feel will be forever.

Next!

A multi-eared monkey? This seems familiar... but no, this is not Liu'er Mihou, the Six Eared Macaque from JttW, but an entirely different simian with extra hearing holes. This is Chang You, and I couldn't find much about him either. All I could get was that he lives on a mountain (also named Chang You, confusingly), sounded like a person singing, and was an omen of floods in the area, hence the water. He has some overlap with Wuzhiqi, another flood-associated primate, though they don't seem to be related. Perhaps in another sh*tpost....

Next!

Last but not least, Tao Tie! He's actually part of a set with Hundun that I'll talk about some other time that parallels the 4(5) Guardian Beasts called the 4 Fiends. This guy eats everything. The only thing that kept him from eating the whole world was accidentally eating itself!

Whew.

I feel better now, and I totally still don't need these figures at all. Nope, I don't need them one bit!

Seriously.

I don't.

Sh*tpost Masterlist

[daimyosprincess]

Oooh could I please ask about Beskar Hearts? 👀💕

Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then post a little snippet or tell them something about it.

Beautiful Jess thank you for the ask because this one..... WHEW 😮‍💨😮‍💨

It's legit just porn with the barest semblance of plot to get us to from one spicy scene to the next. That's it, that's the tweet.

Enjoy below 🤭

18+ only — MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Bonus: Inspo

A monotone ping sounds from the ship's control panel, drawing Din's attention away from the blaster he's cleaning. Looking up, he sees the message alert of the comm array blinking to life, pulsing like a steady heartbeat—a holo from Boba. He probably wants to check if everything's okay, Din figures as he sets aside his task to play the message. He'd gone a week over schedule, after all.

The job had been simple enough: track down a rogue smuggler and bring him back to the palace, and be back in less than a week. Reality, however, had turned out quite different; the smuggler had proved to be smarter than he looked, leading Din on a two week chase through the jungles of some Maker-forsaken moon in the Deygobah system. Tired and ready to be back at the palace, back with you, Din starts the message.

Instead of Boba, however, he's greeted by your face, tilted back at a sharp angle, on the glowing holo-projector. There's a rough hand tangled in your hair pulling your head back, and your eyes are wild with desperation. A familiar deep voice rumbles out of frame, "Go on then, princess, tell Djarin why you begged me to call him."

"Din… Din, please," you croak out before you screw your eyes shut and a moan spills from your lips. You try to bury your face down off camera but the hand in your hair forces your face up.

Tutting in disapproval, Boba's voice crackles through the comm again. "Let him see how good you look while you're taking me… fuck… now go on and tell him."

Heat flashes through the Mandalorian like fire through brush, his cock already now half hard. The past two weeks had left no time to spare for attending to personal needs, and he missed you and Boba. Your smile, his warmth, your bodies pressed together in bed.

"Din, Din, please he won't let me come until you get back, please where are you?"

"You hear her, Djarin? Poor little thing's desperate."

You whimper pitifully as you bounce in the frame of the holo, another moan escaping you.

"Tell him how good my cock makes that sweet little pussy feel, tell him how bad you want to come."

"O-oh fuck, Din, it feels so fucking good but he won't let me-fuuuuuck-Din, please, I want to come so bad, please, please come home."

"Listen to how good she begs, Djarin. Don't keep our princess waiting, I don't know how much more she can take without breaking the rules like a good girl."

The message ends, cutting to static before the comm shuts off. Din is dizzy with want, his blood singing your name like a prayer. The image of Boba's hand in your hair, your expression dark with desire fills his head until there's nothing but the thought of you left. The softness of your skin, the sweet heat of your cunt… kark. 

He knew how Boba liked to fill you up, stuff you so full that all you could do is babble and beg. He also knew Boba was a man of his word—if he said he wouldn't let you come until he came back, well then you wouldn't be coming. Fuck. Din wanted, needed to be back at the palace now, fucking you sweet and deep until you came all over him, releasing all the pent up frustration he'd caused you to endure in his absence. 

Despite wanting to chide Boba for holding your release captive—Din never could bring himself to deny you, not when you looked so pretty coming undone for them—a small still-rational piece of his mind knows it's for the best. Boba is the firm hand that strikes while Din is the soothing palm to rub away the pain, the two ends of your pleasure's spectrum. You needed both, you wanted both.

Din huffs out a breath, coming to a decision: if you couldn't come, then he couldn't either. He would wait until he was in your arms and your own pleasure satisfied before he attended to his own desires. That decided, Din picks up his forgotten blaster and resumes his previous task with some effort; Boba's commanding timbre and your lust-blown expression dance at the edges of his mind. Despite that temptation, and the protesting stiffness of his cock, Din remains true to his promise. Shooting a glance at the controls, he checks the remaining travel time—5 standard hours, 49 minutes till sublight to Tatooine. Six hours is nothing, he tells himself, not when the reward is you.

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Mercury Sextile Venus and Venus in the Third House Experiences

Hi! My names Avery and I write personal experiences with certain astrology placements I have. I do this in hopes that it will help people seek some knowledge about certain placements and give another point of view from someone that actually has the placement! This is my first post so I hope you guys enjoy :)

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First let’s break down what mercury sextile venus really is:

If we start with the basics mercury rules over communication while venus rules over love and relationships. When we put these two together we get someone who has a skill to allow their heart to flow through their mind causing speech and learning to be seen in a beautiful way. Things need to have meaning - knowledge specifically. It allows them a skill that can be accessed when needed.

Now let’s break down venus in the third house:

The third house is about communication expression and understanding. It’s logical. It also rules over siblings neighbors cousins aunts uncles It goes on and on but basically just your close environment that you would see everyday. This is also the house of gemini so this can be where our curiosity lies and what we want to learn -what we find interesting.

Examples:

People have always told me my voice was soft and soothing. I find this hard to really understand -and maybe it’s because I’m so used to my own voice I don’t hear what other people hear but- a lot of the interactions I’ve had with people always end up telling me how nice my voice is. I’ve once or twice have been told to make a ASMR channel..

- my boyfriend recently said he was surprised to hear my mom speak and have the same “soft” voice as me. When I tell you I looked at this man like “👀”. Wdym my voice is “soft”

I have a good singing voice. This sounds almost narcissistic of me but I’ve been told this many many times. I love singing and have done it since I was little so I do admit I have some sort of skill. I make music and write lyrics. It comes almost natural to me. I just close my eyes and let my emotions move my hand. I’ve been in choir almost all my school years as well.

I’ve been told I have beautiful hands. I assume this is because gemini rules over the hands but yeah this comment is even more frequent than the other ones I’ve mentioned. My dad has called them my “piano hands” ever since I was little. I’ve heard constant comments about saying how “slim” and “soft” my fingers and skin are. It’s a odd but frequent compliment that I thought I might add.

Communication is key. I’m such a big stickler on communication in realationships. Someone who I can bounce ideas off of or who can keep my mind I love energizes me. My best friend has jupiter in the third house and I love how easy she can comprehend things. She also has mercury in the 12th house and let me tell you talking to her truly feels like a mystical dream. Our conversations are so fun and easy. Things like this is a huge deal to me. If I can’t have a conversation without you bouncing back off ideas, I won’t enjoy talking to you.

I love flirting LMAO I had to say it. It comes so natural to me. I know exactly what to say and when to say it. Sometimes I will admit when I meet someone I come off too friendly with them. I don’t mean to at all I’d rather lay off - I have a scorpio rising- but sometimes I’ll be talking and realize only after that I came off a bit too strong.

On the topic of that people have said I have an admiring personality - keep in mind I do have a scorpio rising, sagittarius sun, and sagittarius mercury but I think these placements specifically really tie it together- but I’ve had people pull me aside or get me alone and be like “Avery I love you” or “Avery never change the way you are” after I was authentically myself in a conversation. I’m not sure if this is specifically because of this placement but I thought I would add it.

I love compliments WHEW gimme gimme. If words of affirmation was a person it would be me. It’s such an ego boost. And don’t get me wrong I give them as much as I receive them. I LOVE seeing someone smile after I give them a compliment. It truly makes my day.

I adore poetry words are truly my medicine. I write poetry myself and it’s such a good release for me to write after a hard and long day. I love to see things in a beautiful manner and I want to show that to the world. I actually have a poetry blog you should totally follow (@averywritespoetry).

I get jealous of the way people speak. This is an odd one that I rarely ever talk about but if someone has a cool little phrase they say or something like that I immediately want to one up them with something cooler. Like I’m supposed to be the one that’s good at talking? Where did you come from?

It’s really hard to say no. I hate letting people down. I might appease to other people just because I don’t want to see them upset which makes me seem two faced sometimes.

I admire my siblings a lot I feel so proud of them and what they have accomplished. Me and my sister specifically give eachother gifts and such a lot. Don’t know if this is a universal things but yeah.

I love when people call me smart. Do it. It boosts my ego.

I love when people know what they are talking about. Something I find attractive is when someone knows how to use their words really well.

And that’s it! Thank you so much for reading! <3