#cause oh my god that one is killing me and my laptop

[freckleslikestars]

Vala being Vala in Stargate SG-1 9.01 Avalon pt. 1

[kleftiko]

❦ ON MY DESK BY MIDNIGHT

“your professor was a strict asshole and you were failing the class. the only thing to do was go to him for extra help, unfortunately, he’s not a patient man.”

cw: teacher/student relationship, age gap, spanking, unprotected sex, sir kink, hate fucking (?)

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

If looks could kill, your laptop would be six feet under.

You glared at the 29% on your screen as if it would change under intimidation. If it were any other class, the right thing would be to drop, but you needed this credit for your major, and you weren't gonna let your asshole professor stand in the way of your degree. So you closed the tab and opened your email.

Hi, Professor Geto,

I just received my mark on the last test, and I did not do as well as I hoped. Is there any extra material you recommend that I study in order to get a better grade next time? Or are there any tutoring opportunities I could use?

Thank you,

Y/N

Within a couple minutes, you received a response.

Sure.

Office hours tomorrow.

Sent from my iPhone

Besides the fact that he didn't answer your questions, the complete lack of tact from this man plus the shitty grade he gave you just pissed you off, and you ended up slamming your poor laptop closed with petty rage.

God, you hated him. He was always so haughty, acting as if everything around him was boring. You've caught his dark eyes glancing over at you with a condescending smirk more times than you could count. The thought of seeking tutoring opportunities from someone like him only made your blood boil even more.

You hated his stupidly long hair and how it always framed his face and looked so soft. You hated how, when it was warm, he wore short sleeves that showed off his tattoos that you couldn't take your eyes off of. You hated how his deep, velvety voice made you shift in your seat as you imagined him whispering things in your ear.

You hated him.

And you hated thinking about him right now, so with a huff, you turned over and went to sleep.

The next day, you went to his office. Looking through the open door at him, you were reminded of your thoughts last night. He had his hair tied up, those stubborn bangs falling out effortlessly like always, and his buttoned shirt was rolled up around his forearms, a glimpse of inked skin peeking through. Professor Geto was shuffling through some papers when he looked up from his desk and met your eyes.

"You coming in?" He drawled, and you blushed slightly from being caught.

You shuffled inside and closed the door behind you before your fingers started playing with the hem of your skirt. Professor Geto stood up and placed your test on the desk.

"So you don't like your mark." He said and you shook your head. "What do you plan to do about that?"

You frowned. "I emailed you yesterday about tutoring."

"It seems like you don't listen to what I say during lectures; why would you listen now?"

"I do listen to you! Maybe you just suck at teaching."

"Maybe you're a shit student." He retaliated, and all thoughts of his attractiveness went out the window.

You started seething. "I'm there for every lecture!"

"Then maybe if you didn't eye-fuck the boys in class and actually paid attention, you'd have passed."

Your eyebrows shot up to the sky as you seethed, "Excuse me?"

But he just blinked at you.

"Why does it matter if I'm eye-fucking someone?" You blurted.

"It gets a little distracting in class when my students keep talking about who you blew on the weekend instead of working." His sharp gaze cut you down, and you felt bare. But you didn't back out of the challenge.

"Oh, so you're just upset 'cause you're a 35-year-old virgin who can't get any." You surmised, and he smirked.

"Yea? And why are your panties soaked every class?" He took a step forward and towered over you, leaning down slightly and lowering his voice. "Next time you spread your legs under the desk, I like the lacey white ones you wear."

The heat in your face felt like a wildfire, but you refused to let him see your vulnerability. "Who says it's you that gets me wet?" You retorted, standing your ground.

But with one more step toward you, your knees nearly buckled. Almost chest-to-chest with the man, he trailed his fingers up your arm, leaving goosebumps along your skin, before dipping under your skirt. You shuddered at his cool hands, frozen in place as he curled two fingers along your pussy. It took all your strength not to moan at the simple touch.

Retracting his grip, he lifted up his hand in front of the two of you and admired the slick covering his fingers. As he spread them, your stringy juice connected each digit, proof of the lewd thoughts you have for your professor. But then he brings them to your mouth, and you don't know why, but you habitually open your lips and suck your fluid from his fingertips, not breaking eye contact with the man.

"You expect me to believe that wasn't meant for me?" He spoke in a dangerously low voice that caused you to whimper softly around his fingers.

Geto smiled—a sight you had never seen before but could tell was downright sadistic. His eyes gleamed with a mix of satisfaction and power as he watched your submissive reaction. It was clear that he enjoyed having this control over you, relishing in the knowledge that he could make you succumb to his desires without question.

Then he turned away from you, taking back his fingers and casually wiping them on his pressed shirt as he looked down at the graded test. You were confused.

"So, you're not happy with the mark." He repeated. You could sense a hint of amusement in his voice, as if he found your disappointment entertaining. It was evident that he took pleasure in exerting his dominance over you. As he continued to speak, his condescending tone only further emphasized his sadistic nature. "Why don't we go through it?"

After a couple of dumbfounded blinks, wondering if what just transpired actually took place, you nodded and stepped towards the desk.

Your professor moved away for a second before appearing behind you and holding out a pencil. Not knowing what was going on, you took the utensil from his grasp, feeling the rough skin of his fingers—the same ones that were just in your mouth. You looked down at the test.

"First question..." You trailed off as his large hand came to rest on your ass. You froze for a second at the touch, but then he pulled away and landed a harsh smack against you.

You yelped and looked up at him with wide eyes.

The condescending gaze was back. "Did I tell you to stop?"

Your heart raced as confusion and arousal washed over you. The shock of his actions made it difficult to comprehend what was happening, but the slight stinging sensation on your ass had you bowing your head back to the paper.

"No," you said.

"No, what?"

"No, Sir." You corrected, and he hummed softly, his hand coming back to massage under your skirt.

You continued reading the question, trying not to falter at the reminder of his touch. But when you began your answer, his hand drew back and landed another harsh spank.

You gripped the desk in front of you.

"Wrong." Was all he said.

You whimpered but tried again.

Another slap.

"Sir..." You whined.

"Keep going."

You wiggled under his touch, your legs pushing together for a fraction of friction where you really needed it. Taking your time, you slowly worked through the answer, voice trembling at each graze of his rough fingers toying with the edge of your panties. When you finished, his hand dipped under the fabric and rubbed your clit, causing you to buckle under him.

His other arm came around to hold you up, pressing your body back into his sturdy chest as he chuckled darkly.

"Good girl," he mumbled. "Next."

"Sir, please..." You didn't know what you were asking for, but the lewd sound of his fingers against your soaked lips and the pleasure that came from them had your mind fuzzy.

"Are you already fucked dumb?" He asked rhetorically. "Haven't even taken out my dick yet."

At that, you whined and pushed yourself back against him, feeling his hard cock through his dress pants. He let out a hiss at the sensation, letting go of you in favour of undoing his buckle. As your arms fell on the desk in front of you to hold up your body, you couldn't help but anticipate the impending release of pleasure that awaited you. The air in the room grew thick with desire as he finally freed himself from his pants, and you could feel your own arousal burning with each passing second.

Geto didn't warn you when he entered. The sudden intrusion of his hard length inside you took your breath away, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through your body. The intensity of the moment overwhelmed you, heightening the pleasure and leaving you craving more.

He wasn't gentle with you, treating you like a vessel for his own pleasure, but your wanton moans told him you liked it just as much as him.

"Do the little boys in the class fuck you like this?" He grunted, and you shook your head defiantly.

You bit your lip, trying to regain some confidence as you said, "T-they do it better."

"Oh?" He hummed and pulled out.

Your professor slipped out of you, grabbed your hips, and flipped you over. He pushed you back onto the desk, laid you down atop all the messy paperwork—including your forgotten test—and pushed your legs into your chest before you thrust inside again.

You let out a moan at the newfound spot he could reach, and Geto slapped a hand over your mouth.

"You want everyone to know this 35-year-old virgin is fucking you?" He mocked your inability to speak.

Every glide and thrust of his hips against yours sent shockwaves of pleasure throughout your entire being. The rhythm between you two was intoxicating—a perfect dance of lust and appetite. With each movement, you found yourself surrendering completely to the overwhelming pleasure, losing yourself in the euphoria of the moment.

"God, how are you so fucking tight?" He groaned, his voice filled with a mix of desire and disbelief. The intensity of the sensations overwhelmed you, making it hard to form coherent words. You could only moan in response, your body responding to his every touch and movement. Then he brought his thumb roughly against your clit, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. The pleasure intensified, causing your breath to hitch and your heart to race even faster. Every nerve ending in your body felt alive, consumed by the sting of ecstasy that seemed to have no end in sight.

"You like being used like this?" He asked. "Seems to be the only thing you're good at."

As the words left his lips, a mix of desire and humiliation washed over you. The intensity of the moment heightened, and your mind raced with conflicting emotions, torn between the raw pleasure coursing through your veins and the sting of his degrading words. It was a twisted dance of dominance and submission, leaving you yearning for more while questioning your own desires.

But as your orgasm washed over you, your mind was filled with nothing but pleasure, and your professor's cock was still buried deep inside you, pulsating with each wave of pleasure that rippled through your body. The illicit nature of the encounter only fueled your desire further as you surrendered completely to the intoxicating sensations for just a moment. As you lay there, spent and breathless, a newfound sense of liberation washed over you, leaving you craving more of the man in front of you.

He pulled out of you.

Your eyes widened with confusion and disappointment as you watched him retreat, leaving you feeling empty and unsatisfied. The sudden absence of his presence left a void within you, aching for his touch once again. So when he sat in his chair and motioned you back to him with a single curl of his finger, you willed your aching legs to carry you into his lap.

As you settled atop him, his arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer. The intensity of his gaze and the heat radiating from his body reignited the desire that had momentarily been extinguished. You lined yourself up with his cock and slowly ground yourself onto it.

His hands stilled against you when you tried to bounce, however, and kept you trapped against him as he looked down at you.

"You do this to all your professors?" He asked, and you shook your head violently.

"Only you, sir." Your once-confident voice was now soft and laced with lust, and you let out a soft moan as you felt his dick twitch within you at the mention of his name. "You like when I call you 'Sir'?

His glare darkened, hips thrusting up harshly to elicit a yelp from you.

"You like when I make you cum on my cock?" He retaliated, and you bit your tongue. "Make me cum, and I'll give you a passing grade."

At the proposition, a mix of excitement and hesitation washed over you. The power dynamic between you and your professor was intoxicating, but the thought of trading sexual favours for academic success was never something you thought you'd do. However, the allure of achieving a passing grade in his class was hard to resist, and the thought of making this man you despise come undone was too good to pass up.

You leaned in, nipped his ear, and, in your most sultry voice, said, "Anything you want, sir.”

As those words left your lips, a rush of adrenaline coursed through your veins. The line between right and wrong blurred in that moment, and when you lifted your hips, only to fall straight down on his aching cock, you felt nothing but pride.

The intensity of the moment consumed you as you revelled in the power you took back. As the pleasure intensified, a sense of satisfaction washed over you, fueling your desire to get what you want. You bounced on top of him, riding the wave of control and dominance. Every movement was deliberate, and every moan he uttered was a testament to your newfound liberation. With each thrust, you could feel the balance of power shifting in your favour, solidifying your position as the one in charge. The exhilaration of getting what you desired fueled your confidence, leaving you hungry for more.

When his grip on your sides tightened and his eyes screwed shut in pleasure, you revelled in the satisfaction of knowing that you had brought him to this point. As Geto reached the peak of ecstasy, a sense of fulfillment washed over you, knowing you had finally made this man crumble.

You jumped off his lap, making his cum squirt into the air, only to fall and soil his pants. The pathetic stature of the man in front of you, coming down from his high, made you grin, eyes flashing to his glaring ones.

Wordlessly, you grabbed your crumpled test and pushed it in front of him, smirking down at the soiled man.

[oneshotnewbie]

❝𝐃𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐬❞

𝐸𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝑃𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑥 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 (& 𝐵𝐴𝑈 𝑇𝑒𝑎𝑚)

𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑎𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑎𝑠 𝐼 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝐸𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦.

𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡: "𝐼 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝐻𝑜𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑘. 𝑊ℎ𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 „𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑠“? 𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡. 𝐼 𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑢𝑝𝑠𝑒𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑚 – ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑙𝑑."

ᕚ---ᕘ

"Emily." you called quietly, but with an undertone that was unmistakably frustrated. You stomped down the stairs from Hotch's office and walked past everyone else on the team, your goal strictly set on the black-haired girl. "We need to talk."

Emily Prentiss looked up, her eyes flashing with amusement as she saw the seriousness in your face. She was sitting at her desk, organizing some files, but it was obvious that she had been waiting for this confrontation - yes, maybe even enjoying it.

"Oh?" she leaned back in her chair, folded her arms under her chest and gave you a challenging grin. "What have I done now?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about." You folded your arms too and took a step closer. "I asked you yesterday to tell Hotch that I wouldn't be coming because I was sick."

"And I did," Emily raised her eyebrows, acting innocent and casual. "Well, more or less." You snorted deeply when you heard her answer and let your arms fall to your sides. "What the hell did you tell him?"

Emily couldn't hold back the grin any longer. She practically beamed as she repeated the sentence that had obviously caused a lot more of a stir than she had originally expected. "I told him that you died for our sins."

For a moment, the room was completely silent. You stared at her with your mouth wide open, as if you couldn't believe what you had just heard. Then the pent up frustration burst out.

"Are you out of your mind? That really upset him, Em!" you raised your hands as if to illustrate the absurdity of the situation she had maneuvered you into. "He just hugged me! Aaron Hotchner hugged me!!"

The woman in front of you started to giggle, but you were far from finished. "He told me he was going to kill you in a shootout on the field! He seriously thought I was... dead. Thanks to you!" you emphasized the last word, as if you wanted to make sure Emily understood the full extent of the misunderstanding.

That was the moment when she finally lost control of herself. She pressed her lips together, her shoulders began to shake, before she suddenly burst out laughing. She threw her head back slightly and grabbed the edge of the desk with one hand, as if she had to hold on. Her laughter was loud and infectious, and it didn't take long for other team members to take notice.

"What's going on here?" Derek Morgan was the first to come over to you when he heard Emily laughing. He leaned casually against his desk and looked at you intently. "Someone wants to let us in on the joke?"

"Oh, believe me, you want to hear it," the black-haired woman gasped between her fits of laughter and you looked at her intently, your eyes shooting daggers at her.

Spencer Reid, who had just been working on his laptop, looked up curiously from his desk, already putting on his glasses and giving you a questioning look. "What happened?"

"Emily..." you rubbed the bridge of your nose as if you were trying to muster up the last bit of patience. "Emily told Hotch yesterday that I died for our sins instead of just telling him I was sick."

Morning let out a loud laugh as he processed the sentence. "Oh my god, that's epic. I wish I'd thought of that."

"Wait," JJ said, who had also come over and stood next to Reid, one hand holding onto his desk chair. "Hotch really thought you died?"

"Oh yeah," you confirmed dryly, biting your lip. "He was completely distraught. He hugged me tightly and said he didn't expect to ever see me again. That was really bizarre."

"I would have wanted to see his face," Morgan said, suppressing his wide smile as you gave him a deadly glare. "Hotch is usually so calm and collected."

"Not half an hour ago," you said, shaking your head. "It really shocked me when I saw him like that."

"It was just a little joke," Emily said when she finally caught her breath, even though the grin was still on her face and stretched across her rosy cheeks. "I thought he would understand."

"Emily!" you said in frustration, tilting your head to the side, rolling your eyes. "It's Hotch! Of course he didn't understand!"

Reid, who had been listening quietly and not interjecting until now, just shook his head, obviously confused. "But why did you even say that? What was the purpose?"

"I've had a tiring night and a long day. I needed some entertainment." she answered him simply, quickly turning her gaze back to you, grinning mischievously.

"Entertainment?" you raised an eyebrow, and braced your hands on her desk, bringing your face closer to hers. "You seriously made Hotch believe I was dead. It's a damn miracle that he didn't show up at my door in the middle of the night or that my phone didn't explode with messages."

"This may have gotten a little out of control," Emily finally admitted, raising her hands in a gesture of innocence. "But in my defense, it was a damn good joke."

"He hugged me," you repeated, stunned, shaking your head again as if you were still processing what had happened. You slowly raised your hands in the air, drawing a vague outline as if you were trying to reconstruct the hug. "He never does that. Never."

Morgan was now standing next to you, looking up from his phone before watching you. His eyes twinkled with amusement, as if he was waiting for you to realize at any second how absurd the situation really was. "I bet he was really worried. He may seem harsh, but everyone knows he cares about us like we're his children."

"Exactly," JJ agreed. "And if he really thought you were... well, you know, dead, then I can imagine that hit him really hard."

"Oh, I know," you said with a sigh and dropped your hands to your hips, the despair on your face replaced by a slight smile as you considered the absurdity of the situation. "He looked really upset. I didn't know what to say."

"How did you resolve it?" Reid asked curiously, tilting his head to the side and pushing his glasses up on his nose. He looked at Emily searchingly, as if he wanted to analyze every little reaction and consider the logic behind her actions. "I mean, it must have been a pretty weird moment."

Your fingers ran nervously through your hair as you took a step back, frowning in resignation. "I told him that Prentiss was lying and I was just sick. But he looked at me like I was a ghost."

"You should have just left it at that," Emily said, her laughter now completely dead and her shoulders relaxed as she looked past you to Reid. "That would have kept the tension going a little longer."

Your head snapped back to her and you glared at her. "I was about to shake him and tell him I was alive. He almost pinned me to the ground, that's how tight the hug was."

"The man is usually so stoic," said Morgen, shaking his head and his eyes wandering to the floor as if he was trying to keep himself from laughing again. "He'll never forgive you for that, Prentiss."

"I'm not sure I'll ever be able to talk to him normally again without him seeing me as a walking dead man." By now you were sitting on the edge of Emily's desk, your fingers tapping your thigh thoughtfully.

"Well," Emily said with a winking smile and placed her hand on your lower back. "You should just be glad he didn't arrange a memorial service for you right away like he did for me when I died."

JJ gave Reid a knowing look and laughed softly before placing a hand on his shoulder when she saw that he was still deep in thought. "It's fascinating how people react to such information. You'd think that a logical mind like Hotch would be immediately suspicious. But in a moment of emotion, he apparently took the information at face value."

"Spencer, sometimes you just can't act logically when you think someone you know has died," JJ said calmly as she gently tapped him on the shoulder.

"That was an extreme example," you replied, still shaking your head. "I really don't know what you were thinking, Em."

Emily shrugged and grinned cheekily at you. "Life is too short not to have fun. And besides, when else do I get the chance to annoy Hotch?"

"Scared?" you asked, needing to know if you had understood correctly. "He's ready to take you out on the field at the first opportunity..." you raised your hands again, this time to imitate a gun and pull the trigger with your fingers.

Morgen let out another laugh, followed by JJ. "Oh, I bet that'll be a fun conversation the next time he sees you."

Emily shrugged again, as if she didn't care at all. She grinned and reached forward to drop her hands from your waist and straighten some files on her desk. "I'll take the risk," she said casually, giving you another cheeky wink. "You only live once, after all."

You couldn't help but chuckle at that answer, though you bit your lip to keep it from happening. "You're incorrigible," you muttered as you pushed yourself off and slowly walked back to your desk.

"It's one of my many talents," Emily called after you, giggling softly once more. She reached for a pen on her desk and began to playfully twirl it between her fingers, giving Morgan and JJ an amused look. "And hey, you're still alive, so it's all good."

You sighed deeply again as you reached your desk and plopped down in your chair. As you immersed yourself in your work, your eyes kept wandering to Emily, who still had a satisfied smile on her face.

You turned to the others, whose faces were contorted in amusement and wide smiles. "Tell me, what's wrong with this woman?"

Everyone shrugged and scattered to their desks. It was clear that this incident would be a topic of conversation for a long time - and that Hotch might actually be plotting revenge.

[23fallencomets]

chapter four!

this took a while ngl and it’s a bit longer than usual but that’s because there’s a sliver of plot. enjoy reading and i’ll try to figure out when the next update will be 💞💞

[twitter]

user39: anyway do you guys remember the blackout of 2023

user40: babes i can NAWT do this rn

user41: the year-long blackout of logan sargeant

user42: wait what

user43: logan was being hella mistreated by his first agency that we genuinely had no way of knowing anything about him

user43: we knew he was okay when he briefly showed up in a reel Fred had posted towards the end of the year

user42: logan sued and won his case against the agency and we try not to bring it up

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!los angeles

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logansargeant: back to the city i go

oscarpiastri: all the way across the country again

logansargeant: win in spain and i’ll attend the triple header

oscarpiastri: deal

user42: bro!??

olliebearman: pls take me with you

kimi.antonelli: aren’t you supposed to be asleep??

olliebearman: aren’t you??

user44: oh my god it’s loscar all over again

arthur_leclerc: can’t believe you didn’t want me to go with you

logansargeant: you have testing in italy

charles leclerc: is this why you were looking for flights to la???

arthur_leclerc: logan’s la apartment is really nice 😞

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logansargeantoffical made a new tweet!

user45: alright who are we fighting this week

user46: is it because of what that bitchass company is saying

user47: his old model agency?? didn’t he sue them or something??

user48: yeah, he sued them mid-2023 and won in december of the same year

user49: logan i beg you to go batshit crazy pls pls pls

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logan snorts, only liam can grate oscar’s nerves like that. he’s thinking of a reply, wondering how far he can push his pr training. he doesn’t get to in the end, a message from his rep causing his heart to drop. the messages are half congratulatory and half concerned, but he’s more focused on the image.

logan turns his phone off, sliding it across the table and sighing. was he excited for the event? sure, he loves being able to support his community, even if he’s not openly out, his support has never been quiet.

the last thing he needed though, the very last thing on top of a mountain of responsibilities, was a blind item about him. the last one nearly ruined him and the very new and fresh relationship he had been in. despite things turning out okay, logan wasn’t and everything seems to come back to the stupid fucking account that nearly killed him.

his phone goes off, a one-two buzz before the continuous buzz of a call. he debates letting it ring before deciding against it and grabbing his phone.

the smiling picture of oscar gets him to answer it, holding the phone up to his ear.

“are you coming?” is the first thing oscar says, voice still thick with sleep. something tugs at logan, fondness, contentment and the ever-consuming knowledge that he’s horribly in love with his best friend.

“you made pole didn’t you.” logan says back, keeping his eyes on the laptop in front of him. it had gone dim while he contemplated his existence, the email he was in the middle of replying to ignored in favor to talk to oscar.

“mhm, don’t accept lawson’s offer.”

logan laughs, “lawson. you’re ridiculous, piastri.”

he can almost see oscar roll his eyes, “he’s lawson until he apologizes.”

“did you have to threaten him.”

oscar scoffs, “it wasn’t a threat, lolo, it was a promise.”

logan taps the touchbar of his laptop, saving the email reply before navigating his way to mark webber’s email address, cc’ing oscar on it.

“there’s a blind item about me.” he says quietly, “again.”

the call goes silent and logan knows that any residual sleep oscar had has been wiped. there’s rustling on the other side, the ping of oscar receiving the email does nothing to calm logan’s perpetual anxiety.

“god, like the last one wasn’t enough.” oscar snarks, “nearly six months of court visits and questionings and fuck-all investigations.”

2023 wasn’t a good year, half of it being because of Emmeris, the agency logan worked under. the nearly murderous hours, managers and employees that treated their guests like dolls, something to break down and mold to their liking. the other half was about the blind item, that logan was dating an indy driver, a childhood friend of his. the thing was that he was, the relationship itself last three more months before logan called it off. kyle called it dumb, but logan knew it would only be a matter of when it could follow him onto track.

“it’s about us,” logan adds on, “you’re the only one of our friends on the grid, liam and fred don’t count because they are reserve drivers.”

he can hear the cogs in oscar’s mind turn, always trying to be one step ahead, to navigate himself out of a car crash. the car crash in this situation being logan, again.

“let them think what they want.” oscar said, “we can talk about it when you get here, and we can face it together, just like we did last year.”

“with or without liam?”

oscar laughs, “without him this time, please, i do not want him hanging all over you again.”

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Can't Resist

A/N: Female reader, I had this in the back pocket for a good little while now already edited for halloween. So happy halloween! I kinda skimed it for warnings. Can't really remember but I know its nothing wild.

Day 31: Free day

Word count: 1771

Warnings: smut

AO3 Kinktober Masterlist

His breath on your neck was almost as warm as his body pressed flush against your body. The heat was only barely mitigated by his clothes. Unlike him, you were only in a set of underwear and one of his loose old shirts. His hand snaked down in front of you and comfortably circled your clit through your underwear. 

"Stop squirming." Despite his command, there was a chuckle in his voice. An amused tone as he placed his free hand on your hip. 

Your hips didn't—couldn’t—stop though, you continued to practically roll your hips in his lap, grinding down on him. A whine let your lips and he gently stroked your hip with his thumb. 

"I know baby, I know. I'm sorry I have to work at home. It's been so long since I've been here. Just this paperwork and I promise I'll make it up to you." Phillip pressed a small kiss on your shoulder and you deliberately pressed down over where his cock had started to harden in his sweatpants. 

A curse bit from his lips and that hand on your hip gripped you a little tighter. "Fuck, baby what did I say? I can't baby, I can't. You're killing me here. I'll get you off I promise, just don't grind down."

You turned your head and locked eyes with him. For a second you stilled yourself and relief crossed his face. His eyes moved towards his work laptop that sat on the desk to your right. An open-mouth kiss nipped at his mouth and chin. Right at the same time, you grabbed his two fingers that were on your clit and directed them inside you. All the while, you deliberately grind down on the hard length of his dick. 

"Fuuuuuck, you're so wet. Fuck. Fuck!" His hand left your hip and pushed back his golden hair. 

His hand snatched away from your cunt and before you could react, he snapped the laptop closed and pushed you off his lap. 

Your feet caught yourself and Graves pushed you against his desk and bent you over it. One hand felt up your bare ass while he swore again under his breath. There was a small creak from his chair when he stood up and pushed it back. His belt brushed against you slightly as he undid it and dropped it on the floor.

"Fuck I can never say no to you." The warmth of his hard cock pressed against your ass as he pulled your underwear to the side. He bent over your body and his lips brushed against your ear. "And you know it, don't you baby?" A strained sound whined from your lips as he pushed in. "My spoiled little girl." Phillip's voice was slightly shaky in your ear as his hand felt up your body.

"But God damn, you know I love spoiling you. Give you the whole fucking world if it would make my baby happy." 

"Well, that's good 'cause you’re my whole world, Phil." You managed to choke out with a cheeky grin to the side. His hand snaked in front of you and grabbed your throat. There wasn't any squeeze around it but he used it as a grip to straighten you up.

"That's something I'm supposed to say." There was a smile on his face while his eyes flickered over your face. 

"Oh so only you can shower me with affection? I can't love my husband, hmm?" 

"You know it still gives me shivers when you call me that." He breathed out. 

"What? My husband? My beautiful and handsome husband? My amazing and perfect husband who I love with all my heart my-" 

"Fuck, you're a minx huh?" 

"I have no idea what you mean."

"Uh-huh. You find a weakness and you run with it." His cock twitched inside of you and he swallowed for a moment. Phillip moved back and rolled his hips forward back into you. The stretched old shirt on you was pulled off with ease and he threw it over his shoulder onto the ground. 

His hands wandered over your now bare body while your back pressed against his clothed chest. "Fuck." He pressed his face into the crook of your neck and grabbed at your body. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He swore out and groaned in your ear. "You, God. I swear I lose myself whenever I'm around you. It's like I don't know how to breathe." 

Phillip hiked up your leg and put it on the desk so he could angle himself deeper. "You feel so fucking good baby, you take me soooo fucking good. Just like that. I love you so fucking much." 

He let go of you and once again he found your clit. Phillip had long since memorized exactly the way you liked to be touched. His fingers were experts at circling it and you couldn't help but whimper out and he rubbed it. 

"Yeah? You like that baby? Fuck I know you do. Thats it baby, that's it. Fuck yes, sweetheart take everything you need." Wet sounds of his cock thrust into you mixed with his rambles. "So fucking perfect. My perfect fucking girl."

"I missed you." You whimpered out as your walls clenched around him. 

"Baby, I missed you too. I'm sorry I spent so much time away, so so sorry. Leaving my girl here all alone. How can I make it up to you?" He continued to thrust into you, each time your hips would dig into the desk but the pure amount of pleasure he brought outweighed the discomfort by a mile. 

"Money? Clothing? Cars? Anything for you."

"Just want to spend time with you, Phil."

"I can do that." He panted. "Yeah, I can, I can do that for you." Phillip pulled out and lightly pulled on your side to direct you to turn around. He sat back down in the large chair and patted his lap. "Come 'ere."

At his encouragement, you settled into his lap and he immediately welcomed you into his arms. Phillip slid into you with ease as you sat on him and his arms wrapped around your body. 

"I'd spend every damn moment with you if I could." 

With his hands on your thighs, he lifts you up and down, bouncing you on his cock. Your hands settled on his shoulders with your lips parted, simply there for the ride. 

His face buried in your chest where he started to suck on your chest. There was a small growl in his throat and you felt him lightly bite down before he continued to suck. 

A little yelp escaped your mouth which turned into a moan and you buried a hand in his hair, pulling him closer. 

A loud wet sound came when his lips detached from your skin and you knew right away that there would be a red mark that would bless your skin for a few days. "Hickies? What are you, sixteen?" You mumbled out with a moan.

"Can you blame a man? You are fucking gorgeous- and mine. Just reminding anyone who gets too close."

A laugh bubbled in your chest and you stroked his hair while pleasure threatened to overtake you. "Oh, and the rings on my finger don't already do that?"

"No one's looking at your hand when you're showing these off. That little red dress?" He let out a whistle. "Men would go to war for that, let me tell you."

"Who says I'm wearing that dress anytime soon?" Your eyes shut and you could hear your blood rush in your ear while your hands dug into him. 

"Doesn't have to be that one, or a dress if you don't want but I do. Gonna get you nice and dolled up, we're going out for dinner tonight."  

Your head tilted down and you blinked at him. 

"Huh?" 

Phillip laughed and pressed his lips together for a second. "Don't worry about it baby, you just focus on feeling good for me. Your close aren't you?" 

"Mhmm." 

"God, you're so perfect. Cum for me baby, wanna feel you come undone."

"Phil…"

"That's it baby, don't worry about a thing. I've got you. Come on darlin', let go for me."

You hunched over into his arms and buried yourself into his shoulder. The whimpers that left your mouth were muffled against while Phillip cooed you through your orgasm. He stilled himself from thrusting up into you and stopped lifting you. As you panted out, he gently stroked your head as you settled into his lap. Waves of pleasure had removed every thought from your head, only his presence being the only thing left. 

"We're going out to dinner?" You eventually collected yourself and you felt him vibrate with a chuckle. 

"And here I thought I lost you for a moment."

"Yeah, yeah bet you’re real proud of yourself Graves."

"Mmm, I certainly am. Listening to you moan out my name like that? There's not a better sound to my ears."

You rolled your eyes and pulled slightly back so you could get a better look at him. His focus immediately went to your face, his eyes flickering over every inch of it. Committing it to memory. 

"You should have told me earlier, I need to get ready." You went to move but his arm around your waist tightened and you hesitated. 

"We can get ready later. Besides, you always look perfect to me."

"Oh yeah? What happened to that little red dress?'"

"Just a different flavour of perfection. We can take a shower and get dressed later. For now, stay here on my lap."

"With your dick still inside?"

Phillip used the desk to pull the chair in slightly more so he could reach his laptop again. "It will keep me relaxed while I work-"

"Uh-huh."

"I just need to finish this and then we can get ready. Call me greedy but it's been so long since we saw each other. Forgive me if I don't want you to go."

"And what if I do this?" You slowly rolled your hips and his hand flew to your hip to stop you. His eyes closed for a moment and a shutter traveled throughout his body. 

"You won't."

"Oh? Says who?"

"Well never leave this office if you do."

"Mmm, I'm not hearing any downsides."

"Please? Baby, I want to enjoy you to the full extent without anything else on my mind." His eyes wandered to the side for a moment and you finally caved. You snuggled in closer to him and lay your head back on his shoulder. 

"Make it quick."

[seattlesea]

Lorien Legacies Characters as Things My Family and I Have Said (part five)

Nine: God the smell in here is making me want to die John: Then go outside Five: Then die --- Maggie, writing a book: Can your breathing get cut off if there's a heavy weight on your chest? Adam: Yeah Maggie: Cool Adam: That's how they killed people in the old days, by stacking a bunch of rocks on their chest and suffocating them Maggie: Okay a 'Yes' would've been fine --- John: Finish your food Nine: I'm going to go home and take the fattest shit you've ever seen do not make me eat more --- Eight: I'm psychic, I can see into people's futures. I see in your near future that you're going to get sick Eight: *coughs in Nine's face* --- Adam: Did you eat? Maggie: Yeah. A strawberry Adam: That's it? Maggie: Two strawberries --- Six and John: *talking about spirit animals* Six: You'd be a swan John: Because I'm so graceful? Six: No cause you're white --- Sam: I was actually really good at orchestra in school, I was first chair on the cello Six: *puts her hand to her chest and gasps* Oh my god! Sam: What? Six, sarcastically: What a cool story! --- Six and Marina: *having a normal adult conversation* Eight: My black olive just rolled across my laptop --- Nine: Dirty mother... John: *giving him a dirty look with Ella next to him* Nine:...Of...Jesus --- One: Hey what're you gonna be for Halloween? Adam: I dunno yet what about you? One: I was thinking of being a witch Adam: Oh that's cool One: Yeah maybe you can be my broomstick so I can ride you all night Adam: WHAT- One: What, is that bad? Would you rather I be a pirate and you be a sword so I can stick you in me? Adam: *screaming* --- Ella: *touches a gross blanket* Ew Marina: What? Ella: It's giving me the ick Marina: The what? Ella: I'm acoustic --- Six: Bitch, I do NOT lift to be called a lipstick lesbian --- Five: *staring at a candle* Eight: What are you doing? Five: Trying to light myself on fire with my mind --- Nine, in public loud as hell: Yeah I'd fuck young Elvis Strangers passing by: *giving him grossed-out looks* Nine: What? You would too Nine, muttering: Prudes --- Sam: Look at my skeleton animal collection. I can a bat, I got a rat, and I got a cat Hannu, sadly: But no hats --- John: *celebrating his birthday and opening gifts* Five, silently crying: *places a couple wadded-up singles in front of John* That's all I got --- Six: You know it would've been easier if you just took the highway Marina: But...the trees... --- Adam: I'm gay John after taking Adam to a Fall Out Boy concert and watching him sit on the floor with three empty couches: Cool --- One and Six: *Talking about the ped@ at their job* Six: He's the reason there's an 18+ age limit --- Five: Despite popular belief, I will be going to Heaven because Satan will be jealous someone has a fatter ass than him --- Sam teaching the Lorics to make cereal: Okay first gather your things Lorics: :) Sam: Then, you put in your milk Daniela: Huh? Lorics: :) Sam: Next, you add your cereal Daniela: Hell no Lorics: :) Sam: Then drizzle in your honey Daniela: Bro WHAT Lorics: :) Sam: And finally, put it in the microwave Daniela: WHAT THE FUCK Lorics: :) Sam: And then you have cereal Lorics: Yay Daniela: I'm going to kill you --- Marina: So what is credit score? Sam: *ten minute explanation of credit score, payments, debt, and loans with examples* Marina:... Sarah: The loophole so the bank can't lend poor people money to stop being poor Marina: Ohhhh --- Nine: Damn, dude, I really don't know anything about you. I only know like your favorite color and animal, the music you listen to, your favorite movies, how you dress, your favorite coffee flavor, your personality, your deepest fear, your address, your entire backstory, all the people you like and hate, and your habit of needing to use a straw with every single drink or it doesn't 'taste right' John:... --- Eight: Damn I'm thirsty Adam: Then go drink water Eight: I can't, I'm fasting Adam:...Well I think you're supposed to drink water if you're running around all the time Eight:...

[flufallo]

Um.... I found a random quote generator

Cat king: Hello all, it is I, your favorite person.

Charles: Actually, Edwin is my favourite.

Cat king: Okay then, it is I, that bitch.

Edwin: Do you have a self-care routine?

Jenny: "Keep going bitch" said to myself in different accents.

Charles : Do you guys want to see a butterfly?

Niko: Ooh, yes please!

Jenny, with their laptop open: I'm not going to stop working to look at a stupid bug!

Charles: It's not a bug though...

Jenny: ...

Niko: ...

Jenny: Well I still don't want to see.

Niko, realizing: Please don't throw-

Charles : Whee! *throws a stick of butter*

Monty: Edwin keeps forgetting which WiFi network they're supposed to use.

Monty: So I renamed ours to "Edwin, use this one" to help them out a little.

Charles: How would you like your coffee?

Crystal : As dark and as bitter as my soul.

Charles, shouting to someone behind the counter: I need one vanilla latte with extra cream and sugar!

Cat king: Fuck you.

Esther : No u.

Cat king: I'm down.

Esther : You're like 2, what the fuck-

Cat king: I AM NOT 2!

Cat king: Monty is a strings kid. We must sacrifice them to the band gods.

Charles: Yes.

Crystal : You're right. It'd be a good initiation for me.

Monty: Wait, guys, what about the truce we signed-

Charles: What truce?

Cat king: *sigh* The truce that we must destroy all the choir kids and leave the strings alone.

Esther : Wait, I'm a choir kid!

Everyone else: *prepares for sacrifice*

Squad reactions to being called straight:

Jenny: The fuck, no I'm not.

Edwin : Excuse the hell out of you?

Cat king: Ding dong, you are wrong!

Charles: Who told you that? And why did they lie?

Niko: Rude.

Esther : *punches the person*

Cat king: FIGHT ME, YOU NERD ASS SLUT!

Esther : At least try to sound slightly more sophisticated when you threaten someone.

Cat king: Oh, I'm sorry. I should ask; dost thou want to engage in a duel, my good bitch?

Esther : Somehow that's worse

Jenny: Well, if you're not at least a little bit gay for your friends, then what kind of friend are you?

Monty: What makes a bigger memory than a passionate kiss?

Edwin: A stab wound.

Jenny: You are now one day closer to eating your next plate of nachos.

Monty: That's the most hopeful thing I've ever heard.

Niko: But what if I die tomorrow and never eat any nachos?

Crystal : Then tomorrow is nacho lucky day.

Niko: I just want someone to take me out.

Crystal : On a date?

Cat king: With a sniper gun?

Esther : Both if you're not a coward.

Esther : OKAY, YOU KNOW WHAT?! TIME OUT! GET ON TOP OF THE FRIDGE! GET UP THERE!

Monty: *Climbing* THIS HOUSE IS A FUCKING NIGHTMARE!!!

Cat king: Is this mistletoe?

Edwin: Uh, no, no, that is basil.

Cat king: Too bad cause if it was mistletoe I was gonna kiss you.

Edwin: Yeah, no, it’s still basil.

Charles: You know what’s funny about Edwin? They’re my best friend, and anyone who’d hurt them is someone I’d murder, probably.

Charles: I’ve only had Edwin for a day and a half but if anything happened to them I would kill everyone in this room and then myself.

Cop: What are your names?

Esther: Don't tell them, Cat king.

Cop, writing: Cat king...

Esther: Crap.

Cat king: Nice going, Esther.

Cop:

Cat king: Uh oh.

Monty: I’m taking a look at your numbers, and it doesn’t look good. You have a lot of measurements. Quite a few variables.

Charles: Is that… bad?

Monty: Variables are the #1 risk factor for outcomes. The past is a big contributor to the future.

Charles: Isn’t that just causality?

Monty: Causality is the leading cause of death in this country.

Charles: So what are my odds?

Monty: Do you have a family history?

Charles: Of what?

Monty: Just, in general.

Charles: …Yes?

Monty: Oh no.

Niko, texting Edwin : *sends a voice message*

Edwin , texting back: I’m a little busy, is it urgent?

Niko: No, don’t worry, just listen later.

*later*

Edwin : *presses play*

Niko's voice message: THERE’S A FIRE-

Monty: Onion rings are vegetable donuts.

Esther , used to Monty being dumb: Sure...

Monty: Your stomach thinks all potatoes are mashed.

Esther : Okay?

Monty: Lasagna is spaghetti flavored cake.

Esther :

Monty: Lobsters are mermaid scorpio-

Esther : Jesus, that one is a little-

Jenny, interested: No, no, Monty, keep going.

Crystal : But we’re friends! I was building up to calling you a nickname soon!

Edwin: That’ll never happen! In fact, you just lost “Edwin” privileges. From now on, you can call me by my last name or ‘Hey, you.’.

Crystal : Come on, Edwin.

Edwin: *glares*

Crystal : Come on, Hey you.”

Crystal : That shirt looks great, Charles.

Charles: Thanks.

Crystal : But I bet it would look even better on Edwin's floor.

Edwin: Are you hitting on Charles... for me?

Cat king: What do we think of Monty?

*pause*

Charles: *sighs* Nice pal.

Crystal : I think they're gay.

Esther : What am I supposed to do?

Monty: If I were you? I’d try and make peace with whatever deity, pantheon, or Divine Other you believe in.

Esther : I’m an atheist.

Monty: Then just get ready to die I guess

*playing twister*

Crystal : Right hand red.

Charles: *ends up on top of Edwin *

Edwin: You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?

Crystal : I stopped spinning like 15 minutes ago. Honestly, I'm surprised you didn't notice

Cat king: So... who's the big spoon and who's the little spoon?

Edwin: We're chopsticks!

Cat king: Well... that's cute!

Cat king: Does that mean you two snuggle together perfectly?

Charles: No, it means that if you take the other away, the only thing the other is good for is stabbing.

Monty: Do you want to play 20 Questions?

Edwin: Sure!

Edwin: Whats your favorite color?

Monty, laser fucking focused: Triangle. Do you like men?

Edwin: I love the term 'partners'. Are we dating? Are we robbing a bank? Are we the dedicated detectives who investigate these vicious felonies and are members of an elite squad known as the special victims unit? Who knows

Cat king, to Esther : All right, let’s tell each other a secret about ourselves. I’m going to go first– I hate you.

Cat king: I’m a bad person, I’m a very bad person, I’m a horrible person.

The Squad:

Cat king: No you’re not, Cat king! We still love you, Cat king!

Esther : This should be illegal!

Jenny: It is.

Jenny: What scares you guys the most?

Charles: Werewolves!

Niko: Sharks.

Edwin: The unstoppable marching of time that is slowly guiding us all towards an inevitable death.

Monty:

Monty: Edwin.

Charles: What do you think Cat king will do for a distraction?

Edwin: They'll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That's what I would do.

*Building explodes and several car alarms go off*

Edwin: ...or they could do that.

Charles: Pfft, you should meet Niko, they're such a tsundere.

Monty: They... they just stabbed you.

Charles: So cute.

Cat king: All in all, a 100% successful trip.

Niko: But we lost Esther .

Cat king: All in all, a 100% successful trip!

*Cat king falls over*

Monty: Cat king! Are you alright?

Cat king: Is that you, God?

Monty: What?

Cat king: It's just, you sound a lot more like Monty than I expected.

[birrdify]

OKAY. OKAY GGUH. HOW DO YOU COME BACK FROM AN 11 DAY HIATUS........things HAPPENED holy HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!/POS

number one hi again tumblr waves at you!!! youre still as awesome as i remember you to be!!!! second why do i have more than 400 notifs on here STOOPPOYOP HEL third WHY DO I HAVE 14.9K NOTIFS ON MY DISCORD DO YOU WANNA KILL ME!!???????? /?? /SILLY

uhhh...updates...im gonna have to renovate my whole blog ,, im PREEEETTY sure my artstyle changed throughout the week and a half i was gone, i'm now known as birdy4/smg4, i got married in an smg34 wedding as smg4, what else is new.......OH YEAH i have SO MANY DRAWINGS PENDING. JESUS CHRIST. gotta WORK ON THAT IMMEDIATELY!!! i miss drawing too cause uhhh i wasnt able to do that the entire trip:[ cause im a mouse artist....i draw on my laptop... cries

(everything below is just me rambling and i dont wanna flood your feed,,. TL;DR im BACK BABY!!!!!)

gonna have to work on that one drawing i promised, sever the ties and/or fragmented struggles (check those fics OUTT!!!!) doodle dumps....marware, th. THE ICE SKATING COMIC OH MY GOD. im gonna have to make the cover art for that,, wait no. i havent drawn in AGES itll look like dogshit UHHhhhhhhh ill go make . a practice drawing (colored and rendered) ANYWAYS HIII HI AGAIN HI!!!! back to HAUNT EVERYONE with my trash art

i might....miiiiigghhttt.t..t.... make a promo vid or promo art...for this smg4 fanserver im in...cause i consider them as family and everyone there is awesome...,,,

[cannedbeefaroni]

What's the betting that mr manipulate, mansplain, malewife, Calvin acts like a pissy, jealous little brat when he wants your attention and/or he wants you to hate fuck him. And you know what it would work everytime, like call me a fucking slut again you whore I dare you.

He can't keep getting away with it!!

I LIKE YOUR THINKING ANON LEMME WRITE THIS

Summary: Your boyfriend is an annoying brat so you try to put him in his place.

Content: SMUT (MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT), SLUTSHAMING, DEGREDATION, HATEFUCK, femdom, malesub, switch, maledom, femsub, oral sex, p in v sex, Calvin is a piece of shit

Reader is referred to as you/yours and has AFAB genitalia

There you were, lounging on Calvin’s couch in deafening silence. You could hear a wall clock somewhere in the house ticking, and it was driving you insane. You tried to keep to yourself, doing whatever on your phone to occupy yourself while he sat across from you on his laptop, shaking his leg. You glanced over at him, noticing how clearly still upset he was, and you sighed, realizing you had to address the situation once again. 

“Cal, what’s on your mind,” you shoved your phone in your pocket, turning all your attention towards him, but he remained preoccupied. 

“What do you mean? I’m absolutely fine,” he said nonchalantly with a slight sarcastic tone. 

“Oh my g- Cal, if you’re gonna act like a baby over this then you’ll never get over it,” you spat while walking over to him to shut his laptop and force direct eye contact. He rolls his eyes. 

“Look, I’m just saying, am I so wrong and crazy for being mad about you talking to men who are clearly trying to flirt with you? Especially right in front of me?” he whined, making your blood boil. 

“What the hell are you talking about? All this just because one guy was bothering me today?”

“Yeah, well, you were engaging him.”

“Because he wouldn’t leave me alone! God, what was I supposed to do?” you crane your neck downward, glaring at him sitting so smugly on the couch looking up at you. 

“I dunno, maybe yell at the guy ‘hey, fuck you, I have a boyfriend, fuck off’ and don’t make them think they have a chance with you?” he jeers.

“I don’t wanna cause a scene in public! I’m not an immature brat like you.”

“Yeah, well at least I’m not a slut,” he says under his breath, causing you to laugh.

“Oh yeah? Huh? Tell me how you really feel, Calvin. Go ahead,” you exclaim with a mixture of anger and amusement. He shrinks into his seat, but he’s still smiling. 

“I bet you did that on purpose. You knew what you were doing when you decided to go out today in that tiny dress. I could see your whole world in that thing, and I’m pretty sure everyone else could too!” his bratty tone was grating. You seethed, staring at him with narrowed eyes. 

“If you’re trying to get on my nerves it’s working,” you say through gritted teeth. “What are you trying to get out of this?” you lean against the back of the couch, pinning him in place with your arms on either side of him.

“You’re the one making this into a big deal,” he whispers. 

“Do you like it when I get mad at you?” you lean in, staring him down. You begin crawling onto the couch, your knees pressing into the edge of the cushions. “Because right now I wanna kill you.” 

“No,” he sinks into the couch, tensing up. 

“Then why won’t you stop fucking smiling?” your face inches closer to his as you sneer. 

“Because you’re cute when you’re mad,” he grins at you, pushing you over the edge.

“Shut the fuck up,” you slap your hand over his mouth, and he gasps against it. He looks up at you with wide eyes. “Are you kidding? This is really what you wanted out of all this?” you stare into him, and he nods frantically. “You little shit-” you push him down against the couch and climb on top of him, tightly pinning him down. He whimpers with each of your movements, making you lash out, telling him to shut up again. You bring yourself up so you’re sitting on his chest, dangerously close to his face. You pull off your panties from under your skirt, and toss them aside. You get up and hover over his head. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

“Y-yeah,” he whines under you. 

“Then you’re gonna have to beg for it, slut,” you spat, resting your upper body on your elbows as you kept your pelvis elevated in position. 

“Please, sit on my face,” he mumbles breathlessly. 

“You can do better than that. After that stunt you pulled, you gotta try harder,” you tease. 

“P-please… ma’am,” he whispers. 

“What?”

“Please! Please fuck my face, ma’am. Please let me be your good boy,” he cried out, body convulsing with each breath, making you laugh. 

“God, you sound so stupid when you get like that,” you taunt as you lower yourself, sitting on his face. The second his mouth makes contact, he mouths at your clit, licking it. You don’t hold your weight and let yourself onto him, and he doesn’t oppose. He wraps his arms around your thighs as he eagerly laps you up. His tongue drags to your hole, licking it in circles before sticking it in. He’s madly making out with your pussy as fluids drip down his chin, and you just hang your head down, watching him grovel underneath. His tongue fucks you frantically, and his lips suck on your folds.Your fingers lace through his hair, pushing it back to get a better view of his desperate eyes, then you grab it forcefully. He whines into your pussy as you ride his face. Desperately, he stares up at you, eyes glimmering. You throw your head back in ecstasy, moaning loudly as he whimpers against your pussy. “You better not be fucking touching yourself, you little whore,” you look behind yourself to see his lower half, and he’s palming himself over his pants. You clench your thighs around his face, suffocating him. He squeals, flailing around a little before tapping your thigh to stop. You lift yourself up, letting him catch his breath. His face is beet red, his glasses are askew and slightly fogged up, and the area around his mouth is soaked. “You’re so much prettier when you shut the fuck up,” you coo at him, demeaningly. 

You move down his body and sit on his thighs so you can pull his pants down. His cock springs out, harder than you expected it to be. It bobs against his stomach, red and dripping with precum. You watch it twitch before giving it a few jerks. “So easy. You’re ready to cum just from me sitting on your face.”

“I’m not even close,” he smirks, causing you to grip him tightly, making him whimper in pain. 

“I’d fuck you, but I don’t know if you can even last a minute like this,” you demean as you tightly and slowly stroke his cock. 

“I can last!” he whines. You let go of his aching dick, and he moans desperately at the lack of contact. You grind on his cock torturously slow, and his breathing hitches. Your hand finds his neck, grabbing it as you rut your hips in a circular motion. 

“Are you gonna quit being a little brat and be a good boy for me?” you sneer.

“Mmh,” he turns his head, looking away. 

“Look at me,” you grab his face, squishing his cheeks as you force him to look at you. 

“Mhm. Yes ma’am,” he nods. 

“Good. I wanna use this pretty cock of yours,” you hum, listening to him mewl in pleasure from the way you degrade him. 

You lower yourself onto his swollen dick slowly as he gasps from the sensation. His mouth hangs open as he throws his head back. You began riding him shallowly, leaning forward directly over him, trapping him between your arms. You loosen your hips, swinging them in a circular motion, skin slapping against skin. You grind your hips down on him, taking him deeper, causing him to exhale sharply. His hips twitch as he leaks into you. He stares up at you desperately. 

“Oh my god- fuck, please don’t stop- don’t stop,” he cries, hands gripping your thighs, fingers digging into your skin. 

“I thought you weren’t even close?” you smirk, bringing your face down to his. You slow your pace, making him groan viscerally from your long, deep strokes. 

“Fuck, you won’t stop clamping down,” he grunts while grabbing onto your hips for dear life. 

“You can’t cum until I say so,” you giggle, slowing your pace, grinding yourself on his base. He continues to grip your body with clawed fingers, grabbing at the fat of your thighs and ass. You lean down and place a sloppy kiss on his wet lips, and his hand comes up to grab the back of your neck, keeping you firmly against him. His lips part as he tilts his head, shoving his tongue down your throat. You make muffled moans against his mouth as he fucks you hard and quickly. He pulls his cock all the way out and shoves it back in all at once, making you squeal. 

“I’ll just have to make you finish first,” he pants against your lips before messily making out with you again. 

“Ugh! I hate you!” you whine, putting your head on his shoulder as he fucks you visciously with his arms squeezed around your waist. You felt like you were losing at a game of who gets to dominate.

“Yeah? You hate me so much you wanna cum all over my cock?” 

“You’re so fucking annoying!” 

“You love how I annoy you,” he grunts in your ear. You lift yourself up, hovering over him as you let your ass bounce on his lap as he fucks you. He stares at your tits as they swing in rhythm with your body, spilling from the low neckline of your top. He moves his hands up your body to your chest, groping you. You gasp as he fondles the tender flesh, and pulls your top all the way down to play with your hardened nipples. “Fuck, you’re getting so close, I can feel it.”

“Shut up!” you cry, squeezing your eyes shut from the overstimulation. You feel his lips latch onto your breast before he sucks and bites gently on it, marking the skin. 

“Come on. Cum for me,” he pulls your head down to whisper against your lips before viciously kissing you, throwing you over the edge. You scream, unable to keep your voice down. Every muscle in your lower half tenses, putting his dick in a vice. Your cunt throbs around him, and you grab his shoulders so tightly your fingers dig into them. In the midst of your orgasm, he pulls out and lifts you off of him, making you sit on your knees, blissfully unaware of him standing up in front of you. You desperately finger yourself, feeling empty, while you stare up at him pumping his cock over your face as his eyes narrow down at you. He grabs your jaw and forces your mouth open before blowing his load all over your face. It shoots out hard, and there’s a lot. You gasp and pant as he rubs the tip of his cock on your tongue to get every last bit out. Once he’s done, he glares down at you with your tongue out for a moment before telling you to swallow, and you do so thickly, cringing at the sour taste. 

“That’s not fair! I was trying to be dominant!” you whine. 

“Try harder next time,” he wipes the cum from your lip with his thumb, then brings it to his mouth, sucking it clean.

[cookietrains]

Some fun mechanics, I think, would be neat to add to the Killer Klowns Video Game

(This is in no way belittling the game - I think the devs get enough of that and it's so sad. These are just some cute thoughts I've had that I think would be really neat of they added these things to the game :) -also, I want to note that I have not played the game myself. I'm way too poor for not only the game but also a nice computer to play it on. No way my windows laptop that i got.. in 2017? Is gonna be able to hold the graphics. But I do watch gameplays and keep up with all the updates And I want to make it clear I love this game. )

• Adding the option (as a Klown only) to go back to the ship. Maybe to either recharge weaponry or take a cotton candy blood break idk In my head though, the thought of being inside the ship is so fun. You could interact with the other Klowns or take a relaxing dip in the ball pits ヅ I think it would be fun if we could go back to the Klown planet too,,, but little steps...even though I wanna see the Klown planet ;;

● I need to see the Game Version of Jojo / Klownzilla. If we could play as him ??!! 😩🤌 But I would love to be able to just get a sneak peek of him before we actually SEE him, y'know? Cause he's supposed to be intimidating >:I and scary

so I imagine it would go down like - The humans hear him in the woods while approaching the ship. OR - Jojo could be seen as a shadow cast on / in the ship and he's massive. ORRR - we could have a scene like the final part of the movie. We hear Jojo roaming the ship (massive footsteps and deep guttural growling throughout the Big Top) before we see him decent the ceiling on his little...puppet strings.

• I think it would be funny to have the Klowns trip on things. They're chasing a human and while they're running they're just knocking shit all over the place. BUT that's what they did in the film. They were efficient but clumsy ^^ and I love them for that

• Story mode with cutscenes but I think this is widely anticipated.

• we don't really see baby Klowns in the game, I would love to see some of the baby klowns either biting on a helpless human running by or they're crawling all around the town.

• I don't think we've seen Wesker yet..? (God, I wish they would have come up with a different name. Only bc it makes me think of Resident evil 😭 and that's a crossover I'm.. I wouldn't love it) But I think it would be fun to see Wesker and maybe his hideout. I'll bet it's just a home made of this

All his theories just ruminating off of every wall decorated in red lines and push pins. But! That would be a major lore point! 😃 maybe.. they are just theories lol

• I got this idea from Zombieland, but how fun would it be if you could play mini games (only human) while also popping Klown noses. Or ride the rides while killing klowns. There's a whole Amusement Park setting just *There* for a boat load of wonderfully chaotic ideas :3c

• speaking of wonderfully chaotic ideas - this game is also supposed to be scary (goofy silly scary, sure) we should have a part where we have to traverse the amusement park attractions (for example, the fun house or mirror maze) and have it be scary. Like, have Klowns or Popkorn just slithering / sauntering around in the shadows while they mock the player. If they catch you they can kill you~

• (a tad more nit pick towards the game) BUT WHY ARENT KLOWNS USING BALLOONS TO CATCH PEOPLE >:I and I want to see Slims car (Not the invisible one - the one that has a need for speed) OH- side note, it just occurred to me Slim has more than one vehicle... is he rich? 👀 Is Slim A Rich Klown??? Unless of course the small vroom car could also be the invisible car... just un-invisible.

• it would be cute if there were ncp klowns ? Klowns that *could* kill you if you got too close, but if you watch from a distance they're just being inquisitive about Earth. They could be looking at a mural on a building or (like said in the Lore Tapes - they could be just stood in front of a store and they can't move or look away, just staring at whatever caught their attention) I also really like the idea of Rosebud and Daisy just chilling in the background picking flowers or sumn Just being adorable

[manikasu-nyx]

winters in sumeru (part 1)

OH MY GOD THIS ENTRY IS SO LATE I’M SO SORRY @kunikushi I hope you enjoy this despite me being to late to finish it I’m so sorry again 😭 also the formatting might be weird cause tumblr just??? Broke on me!???

right before posting edit: hey so I think I hit the word limit so I have to split this into two posts so the second one is here

charas/content: al-haitham, scaramouche, gender neutral reader, modern/college au, inaccurate weather scenario, author writes Cheese, kinda ooc i'm sorry i tried my best

Al-Haitham:

You placed the tip of your pencil against your lip as you chewed on it thoughtfully, staring down at the problem in your textbook. You understood the material fairly well, but this problem was made to be difficult, and you knew it’d be on your exams. You sighed and placed your pencil down, opting to run a hand through your hair in frustration instead. You’d been staring at that problem for almost fifteen minutes now, and it’d take a miracle for you to understand it. “You’ve been staring at that problem for a while. Are you sure you don’t want my help?” A voice asks from over your shoulder, causing you to turn your head to look at the source. Al-Haitham was sitting on a stool at the kitchen island, a book in his hand and a cup next to him. His face was blank as usual, but also had a fair bit of concern on it. You shook your head at him, turning back to the books in front of you, deciding to move on to a different subject. “No, I’ll be fine. You can’t help me on the exams, so I have to do this by myself,” you said, going back to scribbling down more notes, cutting the conversation abruptly. After a couple more minutes of writing, your coat was placed next to you, and tapping was felt on the crown of your head. “Well, at least take a break,” Al-Haitham said, pulling on his own coat, slipping on his shoes. “C’mon, we’re going for a walk.” His tone of voice told you that it was less of a suggestion and more of a command. You stood up and put on your coat, deciding that it’d be good for you to stop staring at the same tiny font for now. The words were jumbling together anyway. “Hey, wait, does Kaveh have his key?” You ask, looking up at him as he gives himself a small smirk, locking the door and placing his key in his pocket. “No,” he simply replies, starting to walk off, you giving a little gasp as you caught up with him, smacking him on the arm lightly with a pout. "You're so mean to him!" You exclaim, him only giving a shrug as he kept walking, slipping his hands in his coat pockets. "Oh well. He should've taken his key. But don't worry about him. Just walk with me for now," he said, slipping a hand out of his pocket and grabbing yours, squeezing it gently. "Just focus on me for now, okay? I'm not particularly fond of you thinking of him while you're with me," he said, mumbling the last part, locking his neck and eyes forward to avoid your gaze as you looked up at him. "What do you mean by that?" "Whatever you think I mean." "You know I can't think, my brain is fried!" "That's a shame." "Al-Haitham!" He laughed at your pout, looking up at the starry sky above the two of you, watching your breaths of air create small puffs of steam. Maybe after exams he'd elaborate. But your brain was already fried, so there was no need for him to fry it more with the knowledge he liked you, right? 'Soon,' he told himself. 'Soon.'

Scaramouche:

You let out an internal sigh as you watched your lover walk into your shared home, already ranting about different people he had seen today. You had just wanted one night of peace, but no. Not tonight. Not with him. But you loved him regardless, so you took a sip of your tea, closing your laptop and placing it to the side, glancing over at him. He had taken off his jacket and placed it on the coat rack, still grumbling as he took his spot next to you on the couch. "And seriously, if Childe says something else about our professor being hot I'm gonna kill him. Like that's not just our professor, jackass, that's my fucking mom!" You had to hold back a snort, knowing that any sign of amusement from you would only make him angrier. You listened to him go on a bit more before placing your cup down and grabbing his face, making him pause mid-sentence. "And I swear if I could I'd have Dottore blown away in a-! …What. What are you doing?" He asked, still confused by the sudden warmth on his cheeks. You nodded a bit, as if in thought, before standing up and handing him your blanket, pointing to your balcony. "Go sit out there. I'll be out in a minute," you said, walking off before he could question you, let alone protest. He eventually decided what you had planned couldn't possibly make his day any worse (he was being dramatic, it was only slightly annoying at best), and wrapped the blanket around his shoulders, going to sit on the couch, shivering at the cold on it.

You walked out soon after, holding two steaming cups, handing one to him as you took your seat next to him, wrapping your half of the blanket around you in a shared cocoon. Scaramouche shivered, and you scooted closer to him, knowing he was both too cold and too smart to make a remark to push you away. "What's in the cup?" He asked, you taking a sip of your own. "Hot chocolate." "With milk or water?" "The way you like it." He let out a small hum, taking a sip of his drink, letting the liquid warm his insides and simultaneously calm him. "Feel better?" You ask, glancing over at him. He took another sip, giving a small nod as he answered under his breath. "S' fine. But why are we out here when it's so cold?" He asked, you simply raising a hand and pointing up. "Look up," you said, his indigo eyes looking up with an eyebrow raised. The sky was clear, and the stars were shimmering. And some of them were... Moving? "It's snowing...? But it's completely clear out!" He exclaimed, his understanding of earth science failing him. "Diamond dust." "Huh?" "Diamond dust," you corrected. "It happens when the surface is a lot colder than the air above it. It takes the moisture from the warmer air above and freezes it. It's like snow, except it doesn't accumulate. That's the short version, anyway," you explained, not noticing how his eyes gazed at you with wonder, like a child seeing a firework for the first time.

"Is that why you brought me out here?" He asked, you giving a nod as you leaned over to him, resting your head on his shoulder. "Yep. It's pretty, and it's hard to be mad while you're looking at something pretty," you commented, looking out at the dust, the stars, and the city. "...Yeah. You're right," he said, nodding with your words. The sight calmed his mind and his heart, but made it race all the same. A small smile graced his face, placing an arm around your shoulder. But he wasn't looking at the city. He was looking at you.

[jasmyluv]

i wanna be yours

heizou & kazuha x gn!reader | wc: 1518 | college!au | them courting you :)

~ courting ; evident in courtship in the philippines is the practice of singing romantic love songs, reciting poems, writing letters, and gift-giving before having a romantic relationship with the filipina. this respect extends to the filipina's family members.

~ in heizou's part, reader is said to be a psychology major

shikanoin heizou ♡

meeting heizou:

you went to the library to get some books for the midterms, you wanted to study as much as you can.

when you first met him, he was reading a… criminology book?

interesting… you thought. 

unfortunately for you, he felt someone staring and looked right back at you

(awkward…)

“hi! can i help you?” he broke the silence.

“ah, no. just surprised a criminology major would be reading a book instead of practicing martial arts.”

“haha, well yes. i could practice. but, professor sara said i need to study more about criminal behavior. besides, i’m already pretty good at punching and kicking stuff.”

you giggle at his words. 

“is punching and kicking really all there is to martial arts? it sounds easier than med.”

“well of course, criminology isn’t always about martial arts. it’s also about predicting what the criminal will do and what the outcome might be so you can stop whatever they’re doing.”

“true… you know if you’re struggling with human behavior, i can help you with that.”

“oh? what’s your major?”

“psychology.” 

“well, then, future psychiatrist, i’ll give you my number and i’ll ask you when the time comes.” he tries to subtly wink, though failing because you saw him.

“you’re funny, what’s your name?” you ask, getting more curious as to who this is.

“shikanoin heizou. yours?” wait…

he’s the shikanoin heizou!? 

the one that could beat you to a pulp with a single punch!?

“hehe, you looked surprised. something on your mind?” he asks nonchalantly. 

“uhm- no, it’s nothing. just didn’t expect i was speaking to the guy who could kill you with just his hands.”

“kill is too harsh, no? i prefer beat. you still haven’t told me your name yet, sweetheart. unless you prefer for me to call you that.” you’re flushed and he’s using it to his advantage. is that a skill criminology majors have? 

“it’s [name]. [name] [last name].”

he went silent for a few seconds, then smiled.

“hm, [name] as in campus crush [name]?”

“hah!?” you almost screamed, what was that nickname and who made it?

“you didn’t know? almost everyone wants to be you or be with you.”

“who made that name for me?”

“someone named “kaeya” from criminal justice.” you should have known…

“well i’ll go talk to him. i need to go now, heizou.”

“wait, where’s your number?”

“oh yeah, a second…” you typed in your number phone, he beamed once you gave it back.

“alright… i still need to study for midterms. bye.” you swiftly left the library, forgetting to get some books you needed.

kaeya also got a special visit from you.

heizou courting you:

he’s a peculiar type, always trying to annoy you or, in his words, spend time with you.

he uses the “i need help with human behavior” excuse but most of the time, it’s just him trying to flirt with you.

“[name], what else do you do best other than taking my breath away?”

“do you know what kind of fruit you’d be? no? well, you’d be a fine-apple.” (i laughed here)

“are you dead? ‘cause you seem like you’re straight from heaven.”

“would you be the muse to my inspiration?”

“do i ever tell you how dreamy you are?”

would give you his jackets and hoodies just out of the blue or when you’re cold and you forget to return it.

they’re all bad and you know it, but he still manages to make you blush.

you didn’t know if it was because of his looks or his lines because they were so cheesy.

“aren’t you cold? here, have my jacket. no, i’m not cold right now.”

he also gives you gifts randomly. but when it’s for your birthday, god damn, where did he get the money for this?

he also calls you pet names.

“here! happy birthday! hm? well, it’s a laptop. why? ‘cause i know you need it and i had some money so i thought i could gift it to you. me? i already have a laptop.”

“sweetheart, could you help me with this?”

“lovely, can i borrow a pen?”

“well, don’t you look good, darling.”

you don’t really mind since you think it’s his nature to subconsciously call people pet names.

whenever you try to tease him by calling him a pet name, he’s as red as the youtube icon.

“heizou, darling, kindly give me the pen back.”

“huh-!?”

yeah, not very composed.

though you have to admit that it’s cute.

people always see you and heizou around campus, almost as if you’re stuck together by the hip.

people ship you two but you’re more focused on getting your diploma before any relationships.

but, dear lord, how annoyed you were when heizou heard this.

“hehe, others also seem to think we’d be a good match. don’t you?”

kaedehara kazuha ♡

meeting you:

a new café just opened, of course you’re going to see what it’s like!

once you’ve set foot inside, you were met with the amazing smell of pastries being baked and coffee being made

yup, your new study area.

you decided to try their latte, it looked good on the menu, it should taste good too, right?

“next, please.” the cashier told the line. you were next, so you mentally prepped yourself. let’s just say you're more on the introverted extrovert side.

“good afternoon. may i take your order?” the cashier asked.

“uh, can i have a latte?” you tell the person. the cashier looks like your age, he has a unique hairstyle, might i add.

“of course, that will be $3.99.” you give five dollars, getting the change back.

“what’s your name? for the latte.” he asks, if you were being honest, he looked cute.

“[name].” you gave an innocent smile after.

“alright. i’ll call you when your order’s ready.” he gave the same smile back, it sent butterflies in your stomach.

god damn, he was cute. you thought.

you went to your table getting out your laptop to start an essay due.

after a few minutes, you finally hear your name get called.

“[name]?” 

you get up and get your drink, thanking the cashier as well. you could see that his cheeks were tinted a baby pink after handing your drink, almost as if he was embarrassed to give it.

you go back to doing your essay, going on for hours until it was sunset and they were closing. only then did you notice there was something written on your cup.

“hey! text me when you have time :) xxx-xxxx-xxx -kaed” 

you blush, did the cashier really like you so much that he gave his number?

little did you know, he watched your reaction and he must say, you’re cuter when flustered.

courting you:

ok.

when you both found out you go to the same university and were in the same creative writing class, you were suddenly always sitting together. 

some found it weird but let it go because it wasn’t their business.

he also gets lattes from the cafe and gives it to you when visiting.

his love languages are quality time, words of affirmation, and acts of service!!

i can picture him going to your apartment and just do random shit with you.

example; going on omegle and calling random people, although you do most of the talking, he just listens to your melodic voice

another is writing poems and showing them to you, yeah you’re a blushing mess when you find out his inspiration is you.

whenever you both are together, he would always tell you words of affirmation, one way or another.

“you look beautiful.”

“have i ever told you that i’m grateful you’re in my life?”

“i’m proud of you.”

“i’m lucky to have met you.”

whenever you’re struggling in your literature class, he would just give you pre-made poems and sonnets so you won’t have to and, of course, they’re amazing.

they make your heart flutter, especially when it’s love poems.

“to have you in my life is amazing, 

because of you, i would do everything.

the shining sun does not compare to you,

for your smile is everlasting and true.

i adore everything about you.

you welcome the world as if it was new.

of course, i love everything you do,

how i wished you knew my feelings for you.”

of course, you would get a high score but would feel guilty

so you bring him to whatever store he would like and buy him anything he wants.

but he always declines and says “i offered to give you my work. i don’t need a reward in return.”

gosh darn it, he’s so humble i can’t with this man!!

he would play you tunes by his leaf

you were obviously very confused and a bit concerned because what the hell, who plays with a leaf?

but when you heard it, oh my god it was so good!!

you told him he could be on a band

he said no and stated that “it is but a hobby i do for fun and i don’t plan on pursuing it in the future.”

i love him sm

[khaleesiofalicante]

Lance + Magnus and Nicotine

“How many slides does it have?”

“It’s very brief.”

“How many slides does it have?”

“I told you it’s brief.”

“Pépère,” Lance said menacingly. “How many slides does it have?”

“57,” Magnus relented. 

“Oh my god.”

“Only because I needed to extensively cover peer pressure and smoking,” Magnus said quickly. “You need to know now that you’re going to college and everything.”

“No one is peer pressuring me to smoke!” Lance groaned. “If anything, I’m peer pressuring them.”

“You are what?” Magnus gaped. 

“Not literally,” Lance rolled his eyes. “They said it looks cool when I do it and now they want to try too.”

“Okay. Okay,” Magnus said and grabbed his laptop. “Now I need to add a couple of more slides about negative influences and-”

“Oh my god,” the boy groaned again. “Can we not do this?”

“You will listen to me, Lancelot!” Magnus wagged a finger.

“That’s not my name,” the boy grumbled. “And why would I listen to you? Your own husband doesn’t listen to you.”

Magnus gasped in offense and looked at the man cooking in the kitchen. “You have raised a very rude child.”

“He mostly grew up with David. This is all David’s fault,” Max reminded him. “Europeans, bapak. They’re out of control.”

“You’re the one who taught me how to smoke weed,” Lance pointed out. 

“You did what?” Magnus barked. 

“It’s medicinal,” Max put up his hands. “I’m innocent, your honour.”

“You should do a PowerPoint for Cami,” Lance noted. “She is trying to get a face tattoo.”

“Do not mess with me!”

“I’m being serious!”

“You are both cancelled,” Magnus announced. “From now on, Arthur and Arjun are my favorite grandchildren. They will get all my money after I die.”

“What the fuck do I get?” Max demanded. 

“You can have some if you can get this one to stop smoking,” Magnus muttered and looked at the boy. “Listen here, you little nicotine nightmare. If you don’t stop smoking…I will tell your girlfriend. Ha! How do you like that?”

“Blackmail only works if you’re scared of that person. I’m not scared of Theia,” Lance snorted. “Besides, she thinks I look hot when I smoke.”

“What is wrong with kids these days?” Magnus groaned. “Smoking is not sexy! Smoking kills! Do they not put these messages before the movie starts in the cinema?”

“Ew. No one goes to the cinema anymore. We stream everything online,” Lance pointed out. 

“I think we should compromise,” Max interjected carefully. “Lance. Maybe you can consider vaping.”

“No vaping,” Magnus shook his head. “Lance. Let’s start with the side effects of smoking.”

“No!”

“Bapak,” Max sighed. “He is not going to listen to you.”

“He will when I tell him smoking can cause lung cancer!” Magnus said seriously. 

“We all die one day,” Lance shrugged. 

“Smoking can cause heart disease!”

“The heart is a fragile bitch,” the boy hummed.

“Smoking can cause erectile dysfunction!”

“My deepest condolences for your sex life,” Lance replied. 

“I can’t!” Magnus put up his hands. “I can’t with him!”

“Better luck next time,” Max patted him on the shoulder. 

[erwinsvow]

Hi!! Was mia all weekend cause last week absolutely killed me. Literally slept twelve hours each night lol wanted to pop in and say how much I loved the recent drabbles especially the touchy Rafe one omg has to be one of my favourites!! Also love the pope love s3 pope does something to me😵‍💫 hope you’ve been well!

Much love xox

-💓

Ps spent the weekend just thinking about Rafe doting on me🙁 he’d be all pissy and act annoyed and huff cause I was barely functioning but he loves stepping in to take care of loved ones it comes naturally to him

oh my god literally missed you so much!! hope you are feeling better and well rested now! its so tough ugh on one hand you want to use the weekend to be productive and then you also want to rest. rest always win tho <33

you are still the sweetest ever thank you!! literally been wondering your thoughts ur my og rafe fan! the touchy one had me acting silly goofy. i also felt like it was the most accurate to show rafe. i think my most favorite recently was the one with the shoes (sarah's friend) and the one from yesterday with sneaking into his room!!! and stoppp pope has me feeling stupid n crazy. why is he so hot. him n jj both dating reader makes me feel afijdoshajf<3

and stopppp ugh rafe is the worst when ur out of commission. seriously. takes out his anger on innocent bystanders and his family bc he's worried about you and also just misses you but knows ur so burnt out and need to recover before he goes and bothers you. but when you wake up and are like come over n bring snacks he races!!! runs to the gas station to pick up chocolate and drinks and then curls up in bed with you watching ur silly romance movies <3 he's just happy to be back with you.

i can picture it so vividly, he's the type to bring his laptop and try to do whatever random work he's doing on there sitting up next to you on the bed. leaves every hour to stretch his legs and makes you drink some water while youre all sleepy and slurry. he's a doter he just gets so embarassed if anyone finds out, like if ur friends call to make sure ur still alive and you tell him like yeah, rafe's here taking care of me and he's like shut up. i'm not. just making sure u don't die of dehydration. ur like sure... whatever u say...

trust it's a fuckfest when ur back to normal mode. lol. <3 love you!!!

[angy-mouse]

A Day in The Life of A Live-In Whore Vol. 2

second verse, same as the first-

lowkey building 'screenshots' of readers twitter to post

&lt;Pev

Baby Reveal

Realistically, it was only a matter of time before one of the boys let something slip on camera. And, realistically, it was definitely going to be George.

He instinctively turned towards the movement in the corner of his eye, lighting up when he saw you peeking through the doorway. “Hey, luv,” he purred without a thought.

“You’re not streaming?”

Your words hit like a sack of bricks as he slowly turned back towards his monitor. A couple of hundred thousand people were typing at light speed. “... Fuck.”

With the cat out of the bag, you reached your arm into the frame to smack him upside the head. “Fucking dumbass.”

It’s a Muscle

You stared at him, jaw dropped. “What?”

Dream laughed at your expression. “It’s a muscle, just like all the others I work out to make bigger.”

“...What?”

Your eyes snapped instinctively to the movement in the corner of your vision, missing Dream’s cocky smirk as he made his dick jump in his sweats again.

“...WHAT?!"

Butts

"You got a cute butt, y'know that?"

You glanced back over your shoulder, seeing Sapnap watching you dig through the cupboard- correction, he was watching your ass- with a dreamy expression. 

"Thanks?"

He hummed appreciatively, giving an innocent smile that made you trust him enough to turn back to your search for the Tupperware.

Crrrrack!

"I knew it!" You shot up, clutching your ass as he ran away giggling. "You get back here so I can kill you right now!"

"I couldn't resist, sugar! You can't stay mad at me forever, 'cause I put the Tupperware on the top shelf!"

"Damn you tall bastards!"

Twitter Trouble

“They’ve seen her arm during my stream, you both have mentioned her- I don’t think it’d be a big deal to say, ‘by the way, same girlfriend.’”

“No way, dude, Dream’s fans are fucking psycho, I’m not putting our girl through that.”

“Hey, they’re not all psycho.”

“Great argument, you’re really selling me on this.”

You were getting tired of the debating extremely quickly. George was sick of having to walk on eggshells, Dream was used to hiding everything about himself from the internet, and Sapnap was stuck between ‘protect baby’ and ‘I wanna post my damn girlfriend.’ So, you raised your hand from where you were laying on the couch, waving it until you got their attention.

“Maybe this is a good time to mention half my twitter is vague-posting about our relationship and the dumb shit we do. I can just start using names. If it goes over well, you confirm it. If it doesn’t, you get to make a video reading hater messages and shitting on them- I know you love that, Dream.”

“... It’s true, I do love shitting on haters.”

The Horror

"Oh my god!"

"It's disgusting,"

"There oughta be a law."

You huffed, glaring at all three of your boys as they crowded around your laptop. "If I knew you were going to judge me this much, I would have just paid someone to fix it."

"How many fucking tabs-"

"What's with the 'ninety-nine plus' in your inbox?!"

"No wonder it's so slow, you haven't updated the system in years!"

You rolled your eyes with a groan just as George raised his hands. "Boys, let's not go crazy here. I think I have a solution." You'd hardly opened your mouth to thank him before he flipped the computer over and popped out the battery. "This can be saved. Sapnap, trash the rest. Dream, buy baby a new one."

"You guys are dicks."

Football Season

You looked between the TikTok open on your phone and Dream, who was standing to get a better view of the game (and they call you the weird one?). You waited until it seemed like nothing important was happening to lay the bait.

"I'm taking the chargers money line and under at fifty-four points, what do you think?"

"I think I'm taking my ass to jail after killing whoever the fuck taught you that."

Your poker face broke the second he whipped around, cackling as he marched past you to get his coat. "Dream, no- babe, it's a TikTok!"

"I know damn well you don't watch football, let alone football TikTok. Sapnap, let's go! We're killing baby's other man!"

"Oh my god, I don't have-" Sapnap cut you off as he came bounding down the stairs.

"About time! George has had it too good for too long!"

"How did things go so wrong so fast?!"

Towel Trouble

"Whatcha got there, baby?"

You remained oblivious to the poison in Dream's voice as you spun around, modeling the thick material obscuring your figure. "It's called a bath sheet! Isn't it great? Now my ass isn't hanging out after my shower. George got it for me!"

All three boys mumbled out compliments as you found what you'd come in the room for, but the second you were out of earshot, the massacre began.

"What the fuck did you do that for?"

"Nice going, jackass."

"I'm about to go 1776 on your ass."

"Next thing you know, he's going to get her full-length skirts, too."

"You enjoy covering her up, you sick pervert?"

George stared blankly as the two took turns throwing insults, taking a long sip of his drink. "You two done yet?"

"Suck me off."

"If it'll get you to listen for a second." He gave them a sick smile, exactly like a villain cornering the hero. "Baby now feels comfortable wearing nothing but a towel. Baby does not feel comfortable in a bra. Which means she has a reason to delay getting dressed. Which means I just made our girl happy and gave her an excuse to lounge around practically naked."

"... I never doubted you for a second, Gogy."

"You know, I think we should've never left England in the first place."

"You're both cocksuckers."

TwitchCon

“I’d like to introduce our special guest,” Dream announced as their eighteen-plus panel began. He stood from his chair, dramatically waving to the side of the stage that disappeared into the performer’s area. “You know her! You love her! Half of you wanna fuck her, don’t think we don’t see the comments! It’s Babyyyyy!”

The crowd roared as you came out, dodging all three boys’ attempts to steal a kiss as you found your seat, picking up your microphone.

“I left the food court for this, so make it good.”

[songofmadness]

Ok, Part 2: the Screaming Continues, I guess. Let’s have a quick look at the plot of NWN1. I’ve never actually played it, mostly because I was a bitty thing with no money when it came out, and now I’m old(ish) and the graphics are just below the level that my eyeballs can safely handle. So what I’ve been able to gather is from wikis and off the cuff mentions in various blogs. It was surprisingly hard to piece together, so if anyone can recommend a decent walkthrough, that’d be lovely. Alright, lets go...

Herein lies: an outsiders retelling of the plot of NWN1, with much rage-fueled flailing and confusion. There is a plague.

((This is Fine, I'm sure the subsequent games will at least take vague note of the fact that even a conservative third of the population suddenly dying is going to massively destabilise the economy and might very well lead to a decades long decline...)) Plague is being deliberately caused by BBEG1 Desther, at the behest of BBEG2, who is acting on behalf of BBEG3 the Evil Lizard Queen Morag.

(How do we know she's evil? It's literally right there in her name, in at least half the sources I tracked down trying to figure out this mess. She's a female lizard with epic teeth in a position of power! Of course she's evil. Also a slaveowner, because gods forbid we have a single instance of the Old Ones not being slavemongering shitweasels. That would be like having a Fantasy Desert Kingdom that isn't equally slavery themed! Can't be having that.) Desther's takedown leads to the remarkably stupid miscarriage of justice that is Fenthick's kneejerk execution. Dude just had shitty taste in friends, that really shouldn't be a hanging offence. But still, that's probably the best example of "medieval justice system" I've come across in any Forgotten Realms. Oh, were you standing adjacent to the guy who offended the Powers That Be? Too bad, good sir, you're dead now. And maybe your entire extended family with you! Fun.

Aribeth goes understandably apeshit due to her boyfriend's unjust execution (isn't the main religion of Neverwinter Tyr? Wut?), ELQ Morag whispers some probably quite reasonable sweet nothings in her ear -- "They killed your man, honey. Come to the darkside, we have cookies bloody vengeance!" -- and Aribeth nopes on out to lead an army of Luskans against Neverwinter.

Except. Why is Luskan now involved?? Other than the obvious reason: It Is Always Loki Luskan.

Long story short (and omitting at least six hours of me howling at my laptop), Luskan invades Neverwinter in 1372 as the grand culmination of NWN1's plot. Because.... reasons. IDFK. Why was Luskan even there? 

More to the point, why did Aribeth automatically seize upon Luskan as the best chance of achieving her vengeance? Because: 

1) she’d been in direct opposition against Luskan forces for ages, surely there had to be some kind of pushback against the Great Champion of Neverwinter suddenly showing up to take command, and 

2) Luskan’s kind of at a massive lowpoint right about then. Or at least they SHOULD BE. They’ve been kicked out of Ruathym (yet again) by the all powerful Lord’s Alliance, and they’re just finishing up a wildly unsuccessful five years trying to invade Mintarn and Orlumber. I don’t even know where that is, but I do know that five years of throwing your men away on nothing doesn’t leave you with much of a fighting force to play with.

Actually, also 3) This is right after Arklem Greeth goes full lich and reassumes control of both the Hosttower and the High Captains. Luskan has had a shit few years decades and now Daddy is home, and angry, and no one is getting away with nonsense right now. Why is Arklem F’ing Greeth handing this super a N g E r Y paladin/blackguard lady an army? Even if he wanted to (for the lulz, perhaps) how does he have YET ANOTHER ARMY to spare?

*deep breath* Ok. Ok, backing away from the Luskans for a minute. Before I actually start screaming. The ongoing nightmare that is Luskan can have it’s own post.

Right, anyway, Luskan invades, is foiled by the magnificent Hero of Neverwinter (very recently the sole graduate of their adventuring class!), Lizard Queen is also vanquished and Aribeth either dies or is later executed by her former friends. Nasher is so hacked off by this entire chain of events that he suppresses all information regarding this fuckery. Nevermind that he’s at least partly to blame - why did the KC get a lawyer despite being accused of mass murder and not Fenthick, who just assumed guilty by association? Excuse me, Tyr? Wut? And then....

World reset, I guess. I just. I have been in or adjacent to the SCA for long enough that even though my focus is very much not combat centred I have learned Much About War. Because that is often all anybody bloody talks about. And because I don't particularly care about combat itself, I generally meander off into "Ok, so there was this battle and this battle and this ten year stalemate in that region... what did that do to trade/the availability of dyestuffs for the next twenty odd years?" Because ultimately I just wanna dye some period accurate wool.

My painfully meandering point here is that the civilizations don't just bounce back after a war. They don't bounce back after a plague either. Especially one as virulent as the Wailing Death was meant to be. Every bit of lore I could scrounge about it keeps saying that "the [majority of the populace of Neverwinter] were dead or dying within a tenday". Wut?

How the hell is the city ever meant to recover from that? How is Neverwinter even functional as a city two years later? Where did all the new citizens come from? Where is the violent economic downturn stemming from the sudden traumatic loss of most of the previous citizens??

And why is Neverwinter accepting Luskan ambassadors TWO YEARS LATER?? Because lets not forget, I got into this mess trying to write a story set in NWN2. WHICH TAKES PLACE JUST TWO YEARS LATER. SOMEHOW.

Further rants about the aftermath of war and/or plague in medieval society to follow…