#elsewhere square

[lady-raziel]

hilarious that with each new day that passes a new bit of dirt from JD Vance's past gets discovered and plastered over the internet...it's almost as if this is why presidential campaigns have always announced their running mates well before the convention...so that if glaring issues with a candidate came to light quickly there would be time to replace them on the ticket before they were officially locked in...it's almost as if certain things in political campaigns were done for a reason, donald...because the very same critical failures had happened before...but no i'm sure you and your guys attempt to recreate a fantasy version of history while ignoring all the reasons that history was a disaster will work this time...because you are built different and the 10000th time trying fascism will work like a charm...

[roachemoji]

🤡 ⭐️ funny little cardigan 🌙 ❤️

maybe I'll actually dress up and style an outfit or something

[flagellant]

you could google search hot takes about the reality of late-stage capitalism, people below the poverty line being social scapegoats, the nature of strikes as strengthening an inclusive community vs strengthening an exclusive community, morality's importance in the face of capitalist terror of hunger or lack of shelter, and two things being true at once. if you were willing to fuck like the worlds sexiest centipede

[tiddiesoutwhenthetisout]

not me curling my laptop charger wire the way you curl band equipment cords HAHAHA god i miss it

[gregmarriage]

manifesting a scene in s4 where tom is on a beach somewhere and he gets sad and tries to throw his wedding ring in the ocean but it keeps coming back to him like gob and the letter in arrested development

[get-back-homeward]

So the phone rang and John said, “You know, I want to do a record but I don’t know if I want to do a record. I have some material, I’ve been writing for a while, writing down here in Bermuda” and of course he had a near-death experience sailing in a storm down there, which I think changed his perspective completely. Because almost all of those songs were written in Bermuda.

So it was like one creative burst. Was this 1979?

Yeah, ’79. And so I agreed that I would listen to the stuff. And he said, “Yoko has it” and she handed me an envelope that said, “For Jack’s ears only.” And I took it home and he called me at home the next day and asked, “What do you think?” And my honest opinion was that they were very primitive, a whole bunch of cassettes, there was narration in it, he talked me through it. The songs all began with an explanation, a lot of it funny, and all of them ended with, “What a piece of crap. I’m going to give it to Ringo for his solo album.”

Were these all songs that ended up being on the album?

No, there were still a few more. And there was so much on that tape that I didn’t put on the album. But the Beatles had completed "Real Love" many years later, from that cassette. They built off of that cassette. Actually, I had the original so they built that off of a copy that maybe Yoko had.

Were there any songs from that tape that immediately hit you?

Oh yes, there were so many. So many. There was so much material on that tape. Two cassettes.

Do you still have that tape?

Yes.

Did you ever digitize it?

Yes. But they’ll never be—it’s property of Yoko. Period. It’s her property. So anyway, most of it’s been released.

On the box sets [John Lennon Anthology and John Lennon Signature Box]. Yes, most of those demos have been released... Maybe not with his dialogue, which is quite funny, but he’s singing into a tape machine like a beat box, like a Panasonic from back in the day. He’s singing into it, playing guitar, and then playing that into another, just from the speakers and then singing along with it, like playing percussion or doubling his vocals. It was so primitive. Banging on pots and pans. Very primitive. And my first reaction was, “I don’t think I can beat it, to tell you the truth. It’s so good.” And he’s like, “Oh, no, no, no, that’s not—“ and I said, “John, put this out. It will be sensational. Just put this cassette out. I’m putting myself out of the greatest job I’ve ever had in my life, but I’m just telling you.”

—Jack Douglas, producer of Double Fantasy and Milk and Honey albums, on how he was first recruited by John Lennon [x]

[coffeeworldsasaki]

I wish that every person that whines about free speech while completely ignoring the consequences of some hateful stuff being said by people with a lot of reach steps on a Lego. Or a rusty nail without shoes on

[shrunkupthejams]

Double A Batteries Character Intros

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this is a bit overdue ngl, but b/n the other little projects i've been juggling, i finally managed to get this pumped out in a form that i am happy w/. there's a bit a reintro of the story premise as well bc im not happy w/ the intros i did but i don't care to redo them properly.

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Premise: Five years after discovering their superpowers, K.C. McInke properly becomes a vigilante. Between new roommates, new crushes, part-time jobs in food service, losing at least one of five senses, and big bad evils no one was expecting— things do not go as planned. 

Vibes: superheroes in a sci-fi/modern fantasy setting, loyalty and betrayal, (found) family, queerness and identity. 

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Characters: 

Kesh Corin McInke • "K.C." • Double A 

( they / them / theirs / themself ) 

( he / him / his / himself ) 

son of affluential scientists, Dr. Boyer & Dr. Boyer-McInke 

20 (1302.03.05) • 5'7" • nblm/nblnb • transmasc • granchild of Zola 

They discovered their powers at the age of 15 after an accident in their dad's at-home lab. Their powers are electricity-related, and they believe them to be a result of the accident. Kesh also lost their sense of smell in the accident and acquired severe chemical burns, including colourful lightning-like lines from magic chemicals. The discovery their powers led to them running away from home and living on their friends couches until they could afford their own place. Their relationship with their parents at the beginning of the story remains strained at best, though Kesh oftens attends prestigious social functions with their parents to maintain their family's social image. Generally speaking, Kesh cares very much about doing the right thing and helping others, even at their own expense. 

Delian Zola Mikael Lox • Pythian 

( they / them / theirs / themself ) 

( he / him / his / himself ) 

Aina's cousin's cousin 

23 (1299.mm.dd) • 5'11" • nblm/nblnb • non-binary • mortal 

Originally from Randia, the only family Delian has any contact with (other than a few very distant cousins) is his great aunt, Ester. Ester practically raised them after they were estranged from their family at 15, and has since become their mentor. In addition to be fairly new to Ro-khui Alba, they just moved to [whatever fucking city DAB takes place in] for school, studying genetics at the renowned local university where Kesh's father teaches. Delian, after becoming roommates with Kesh (that was Aina's doing), find himself pulled into his aunt's shenanigans more than ever before as they become increasingly worrying. Generally speaking, Delian struggles to figure out where their loyalty lies and what the right thing to do is, and this comes back to bite them more than once. 

Aina Jan Ivey • "Ten"

( they / them / theirs / themself ) 

K.C.'s best friend 

20 (1302.02.01) • 5'4" • sapphic • non-binary • mortal 

Since they were young, Aina has never been more fascinated by anything than they are by the supernatural and the magical. They have made it their mission to see as much of [whatever fucking city DAB takes place in]'s underground magic scene as they can. Despite their (sometimes dangerous and ill-thought-out) magical endeavours, Aina is often a voice of reason and a rock for Kesh. Generally speaking, Aina is careful in taking very good care of their friends, though that kindness isn't always extended to themself. 

Miles Minoru Dacquery 

( he / him / his / himself ) 

K.C. & Aina's best friend 

20 (1302.08.15) • 5'6" • bicurious ace • trans man • mortal 

Miles is a very quiet person and someone whose words often fail him. He struggles to express himself and what he wants, though his friends have come to excel at anchoring him and helping him articulate his feelings. While he finds himself reliant on others, Miles tries very hard to figure out how to give back to them in turn. Generally speaking, Miles is a quiet person, keeping all his chaos and turbulence pointed inwards, unless up to no good with Aina. 

Annabelle Clyde Edwards • "Annie" 

( she / her / hers / herself ) 

Miles's girlfriend 

20 (1302.01.06) • 5'9" • straight • cis woman • mortal 

Though she can be a bit foolish, Annie is very smart (particularly in well-versed in fashion history and its connections to culture and society) and a skilled tailor, thanks to her parents encouragement. Her social skills put K.C.'s "press face" to shame, and unlike Miles, she is very outgoing. Her most foolish exploits include dating Miles to get K.C.'s attention/make K.C. jealous before starting to like Miles instead. Generally speaking, Annie can be the odd one out when it comes to Miles and his friends, but she is very good at committing to the bit, whatever the bit may be. 

Ester Cretin 

( she / her / hers / herself ) 

Delian's great aunt (?) and mentor 

??? (????.04.16) • 5'4" • ??? • cis woman • mortal (?) 

Honestly, no one in Delian's family is quite sure how she's related to them, just that she's been around as long as anyone can remember. No one is sure of her age either; she's looked old as long as anyone can remember, too. But, don't worry about that too much, it's probably not relevant, right? She's the only family Delian really has anymore. Delian thinks she may be involved in something big, and the more he learns, the worse things look, but he got to be missing something here… right? Generally speaking, Ester may not mean as well as she says she does. 

Anliu Mercer Ivey 

( he / him / his / himself ) 

Aina's dad 

43 (1279.05.24) • 5'8" • aroace • just some guy • mortal 

Mercer uses a cane, and occasionally a wheelchair, to get around. He works as a dispatcher for an emergency services dispatch. Mercer has always been happy to let K.C. crash on their couch as long as they need, and he was very proud to see K.C. finally get on his feet enough to get his own apartment at 20. Aina and K.C. have been friends for so long that Mercer sees K.C. as family after the amount of time K.C. has spent around their apartment. Generally speaking, Mercer is giving and soft-spoken, and he is glad to see that he has raised his kid well and that Aina takes care of others. 

Dr. Ruth Cardem Boyer-McInke 

( she / her / hers / herself ) 

Kesh's mum, married to Dr. Boyer 

48 (1274.03.17) • 5'2" • mean bisexual • cis woman • mortal 

Ruth inspires a lot of fear for someone who's 5'2". She's also a scientist, like her husband, but she specializes in environmental science and sustainability. Though pollution is much less of a problem in Dirt than it is in our reality, Ruth is a fierce advocate against it and for protecting the ecosystems of the Archipelago. As renowned of a scientist and environmental activist as she is, however she is not doing as well with parenting without her former wife there to help balance her out. Without her, Ruth and Stanley are far too good at getting stuck in the science aspect of their lives more than the family aspect. When she puts her mind to it, however, Ruth can be incredibly compassionate and caring towards Kesh. 

Dr. Stanley Melys Boyer 

( he / him / his / himself ) 

Kesh's dad, married to Dr. Boyer-McInke 

50 (1272.02.18) • 6'5" • nblw • agender/gender apathetic • mortal 

Stanley's not the best parent, but he's trying. Also he "swears" like a 12 y/o and gets really excited about science. Love of science blinds him a bit when it comes to raising Kesh. He specializes in genetic science and microbiology, which he teaches at the local university. Stanley is unfortunately involved in some things he shouldn't be involved in. To elaborate on his attitude to gender: "Why would I care about gender when there's a microscope with microorganisms under it right there?" 

Inka Solrune McInke 

( she / her / hers / herself ) 

Kesh's other mum, Dr. Boyer-McInke's ex-wife 

49 (1273.06.06) • lesbian • girl-adjacent • child of Zola 

Yeah, there's a story there and it's mostly redacted. Inka is from Iroma and was in their military as part of the Knights of the Capita, the division for children of Zola, which is much less prominent and rather smaller than it was originally intended to be. She left Iroma and her position in the military behind without leave for love (she's still wanted by their military). Her powers are storm-related with a particular affinity for thunder and lightning. Kesh has never met her, that he remembers. 

Chamomile Maril Edwards • "Cham" • "Mari" 

( she / her / hers / herself ) 

( they / them / theirs / themself ) 

Annie's younger sister 

19 (1303.13.13) • 5'10" • queer • girl-adjacent & sungender • mortal 

Cham is a war history buff, thanks to their parents' encouragement and fierce love of history. She is studying marine biology at the local university, though she plans to transfer to a school on the coast for ocean proximity. Unlike their older sister, Cham is nowhere near being a social prodigy. They're not unfriendly, but keeping most people within the acquaintance realm is so much easier to maintain. Generally, Cham tries very hard to avoid any and all of her sister's drama, including her friend group (if Annie is even considered friends with most of them). 

Duchet Yerbin Envig Onh Ahin of A-Rivelta • "Envie Gin" 

( ze / zem / zers / zemself ) 

Aina's friend 

??? (????.??.??) • 5'1" • sapphic & aroace • agender & gnc • vampire 

Don't even worry about what that title and long name mean– story irrelevant spoilers and pre-vampire backstory. It totally doesn't come up elsewhere; don't worry about it. Envie runs an underground café for supernatural types, which is how Aina met zem. Zer coffee shop is named 'Blood Caffeine Content'. Ze conduct some dealings with demons and summonings, though I haven't figured out why yet– possibly business related. Ze seem to get a kick out of those types of things. In the story, they mainly exist as Aina's in with the supernatural underground of [whatever fucking city DAB takes place in]. 

Dani 

( she / her / hers / herself ) 

Envie's gf 

??? (????.??.??) • 6'4" • queer • what is gender?? • demon 

Honestly, Envie summoned her probably. Dani could loosely be considered one of Aina's friends as a result of her proximity to Envie and the amount of Aina spends around Envie's coffee shop. 

Marsayrus • "Maurice" 

( ix / ixir / ixirs / ixself ) 

( he / him / his / himself ) 

Possibly Envie's ward?  

??? (????.??.??) • 5'3" • aroace • genderless • demon 

Marsayrus is very unfamiliar with human customs. After he was summoned, he somehow became Envie and Dani's problem. Dani misheard ixir name as Maurice and now ix thinks Maurice is either Dani's name or an expression humans use (ex. Maurice! that opera singer is slaying absolute penis!). (This is a running joke.) As a result of being Dani and Envie's problem ix is a regular at Envie's coffee shop. Currently, Marsayrus exists largely for comedic purposes. 

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so i don't remember whether i have a wip taglist, but if you want to be tagged in the future lmk!

[thegreatsurvey]

The Grand Deck.

A recent trend that has taken developing areas of the capitol by storm is the grand deck, the bigger, the more prestigious. Intended to host parties, political ceremonies, community events and more, many simply represent the size of the owners wallet, seldom being used to their full potential. One of the most popular uses of grand decks are hosting public days where members of the public can pay to be part of a lottery, eventually choosing a certain number to gain access to the decks. Since the vast majority of buildings in the area are private, access is largely restricted to private events requiring a certain status, and these occasional lotteries.

[maythray]

big day for square cat or elsewhere fans

[starrahcoolership]

Avalos mom at the water park and all her energy @ avalos house has not been turned back on🍀🍀🔰‼️‼️⚡😱🫣🫣🫣🫣

[steampoweredskeleton]

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Ignore

[crimethinc]

As Egypt builds a five-meter-high concrete wall to seal off a five-square-kilometer area along the border with Gaza, we cannot help but think of the "no-go zone" on the border between Poland and Belarus, in which thousands of refugees have been enclosed over a period of years, trapped between countries and left to die.

https://crimethinc.com/NoBordersTeam

Since 2021, the government of Belarus has cynically used thousands of refugees displaced by wars in Syria, Afghanistan, Iraq, Ethiopia, and elsewhere as a weapon with which to exert pressure on the European Union. EU governments have callously left these refugees in limbo between two militarized borders, establishing a restricted zone so that observers cannot see them die.

The majority of the inhabitants of Gaza were already refugees from other parts of Palestine. The world has already turned a blind eye while the Israeli government has set about ethnic cleansing in Gaza. If we permit them to complete that process by forcing the survivors into a containment zone across the Egyptian border, it will set a gruesome precedent that will be repeated elsewhere around the world.

[taintandviolent]

Lime Green Jell-O; Peter Maximoff x Reader

summary: Reader is in a situationship with Peter Maximoff. It's been casual on both ends, or so you thought. You think he's jealous and you decide to tease a little hard. Peter can't take the heat, though.

word count: 2K!

w a r n i n g s: shameless smut, smut with a little plot, unprotected sex, fingering, mentions of jealousy, possible jealousy kink.

a/n: anonymous request! you guys keep asking me to write Peter, and I'm nervous every single time, istg. I hope it delivered, and you enjoyed reading it! ps: dividers are by firefly-graphics!

full fic under cut! ↓ / ao3 link here! / I don't have a taglist, but please turn on post notifications if you want to be notified of future fics!

Peter sat bolt upright, as if you’d just announced the most horrible thing in the world. Which to him, you had. 

"So, you've been seeing other guys?" Peter asked painfully casually, working overtime to control the pitch of his voice. Any hint of his true feelings and he'd be done for. 

You scoffed, feigning offense. "Of course I have." You gulped down the last bit of soda, and crawled over on the bed to throw it in the bin. Most of your free days were spent in his room, fooling around, playing video games with him, and watching whatever cheesy movie he’d put on. He seemed to think you had extra free-time that you’d spent with other guys.

Though it was only a nano-second, Peter's brows furrowed, and his lips frowned. You narrowed your eyes, and he immediately shifted in his jacket, returning to his previous state. No way she saw that. No way -- it was too fast. He darted to the bed, standing in front of you. 

Getting to your knees, you squared up. Inhaled and closed your mouth, crossing your arms firmly across your chest, underneath your breasts. Your shirt was low-cut enough that he saw the shift in your cleavage. He clenched his jaw, averting his dark eyes elsewhere. This wasn’t the time to start getting a stiffie. 

"Peter," you started, a reprimanding tone in your voice. If he was going to pull the loyalty card now… you smirked. "The first time we hooked up you said, and..." You brought your fingers up to make quotes in the air, in front of his face. "I quote: 'Nothin' serious, babe'. So....." 

Damn. Peter pushed his lips forward, nodding. "Right, yeah, I did say that. And I so totally meant it." 

"Good, so… you shouldn't care if things are getting pretty serious with one of them. Like... really serious. Serious enough that we might have to stop hanging out as much." Bam. Mic drop. 

That was a lie; a blatant one. Little did he know, you had been dating casually, but doing so completely uninterested. No one had matched your silver speedster; not in sex, not in personality, not in anything. He had zipped his way into your heart and wasn’t leaving. You weren’t about to let him know that though, and decided to dig a little deeper with the teasing. He was cute when he was jealous… which he was. You knew it. 

Instead of confessing everything right then and there, Peter stiffened and mirrored your position; arms crossed over his muscled chest. He shook his head and shrugged. Cool as cucumber. No way were you winning this one. 

You smirked again, this time, raising a single brow. "Are you... jealous, Maximoff?" 

"Pffffbfbbtbt." Peter blew air through his lips, slicing his hand through the air like he was swatting a fly away. "Totally not jealous." 

"Good, because if you were, you'd hate to hear that Tommy and I went on the most adorable date the other night, and he was --" 

His hands flew up, waving slightly. "Woah, don't need to hear the deetz, babe. No thanks." 

"Oh no? I think you are jealous... I absolutely think you are, because..." 

Peter's fingers shushed you, smushing into the fullness of your pout. He didn't want to hear the (probably one-hundred percent correct) explanation that followed the 'because'. Your eyebrows flew up on your forehead, expectantly. You tried to speak through his finger, but he pressed harder. Peter screwed up his expression before rolling his eyes towards the ceiling. He huffed a breath, and looked back at you.

You yanked your face away, narrowing your eyes into knowing slits. You barked out a laugh, unable to control it. He had always been a terrible liar, but this took the cake. “Oh, you totally are. You are lime-green Jell-o, Peter.”

“I am not.” 

“Are too.” You jabbed your index finger into his pec. “You so are.” 

He huffed and dropped his arms. You weren’t budging, and if he kept up, you’d win. He knew it, you knew it. It was a good old-fashioned standoff. You cocked your hip out to the side. 

"Okay, so maybe I am jealous. Fine. Sure. Whatever. Now, c'mere."

Exhaling heavy over his bottom lip, Peter took hold of your face and pulled you into a warm kiss. The tips of his fingers stroked your hairline, urging you closer to him - as close as he could get you without melting into you. Surprised, your eyes widened into the kiss, but after a few seconds, you couldn’t help but melt into him. 

"Peter, Peter," you murmured into his lips, pushing away slightly to look over his face with a weighted gaze. "You're really jealous?" 

Saying nothing, he nodded heavily and went back to kissing you, his tongue slipping along your bottom lip before breaching. You whimpered into his lips, the vibration tickling slightly. Peter pressed his chin into yours, gently forcing you to scoot backwards on the bed. The kiss deepened for a moment before Peter broke it, his dark orbs scanning your face. 

“Yeah,” he whispered over your lips before urging your back against the mattress. “I am super jell-o…” He mocked. 

“Want you for myself. All for myself. Okay? Just… lemme’...” 

Peter nuzzled your neck, soft lips ghosting the skin and peppering kisses from your ear lobe down to your collarbone. Just above there, he began suckling the skin, pulling it into his mouth. He sucked harder and harder until you finally yelped, jerking your head away slightly. The skin left his mouth with a wet pop. 

"Ow! Peter, what are you doing?" 

"Markin' my territory.... err.... something." He pulled back to look at his handiwork. The skin where he'd been sucking was scarlet, heading to purple, and by that evening, it would be a wicked bruise.  A little gift for whoever you saw next, if it wasn't him.

He grinned as you rubbed at the skin, feeling the tenderness of it. “Did you just give me a hickey?” 

“Maaaybe.” 

“You dork,” you murmured. Peter crushed his lips against yours again, inhaling your scent. His hands trailed up your waist, gripping it hungrily. This is exactly what you’d thought about earlier; every time he touched you, it felt electric, and nobody had even come close to that sensation. You bucked your hips up into his, grinding against the tent in his sweatpants. Peter pressed back against you, hissing through his teeth at the sudden welcome friction. Beneath the fabric, you felt the heat and pressure of his hardening cock and whined. 

“What the heck d’ya want, babe? What am I doin’ wrong here? You want a romantic? You want a casanova?” 

“No,” you started, raking your nail along his t-shirt, the fabric catching underneath your nail and exposing his luscious neck just a little bit. “I  just want you, Peter. Only you. No other guys matter, and I only… I only said that because you said it was casual, I didn’t want to seem desperate.”

“I dunno, I think I’m actin’ pretty desperate right now.” He rutted his hips against you, his cock bumping into your cloth-covered cunt again. You bit your lip, rolling your eyes back. Every whimper, moan and mewl you made coursed through his veins, straight to his dick. They made it ache, and burn, and he couldn’t help but roll his hips against yours, dry-humping you urgently. 

“Fuck me, Peter.” 

Just what he wanted to hear. He nodded in response and brought his fingers to the waistband of your pajama pants, slipping inside. He drug his middle finger up along your folds, smearing your precum over the warm flesh. You were already so wet, Peter grit his teeth, slipping a single digit inside. You vocalized at the sensation, and he slipped another finger in, pumping them in and out slowly. You loved when he did that; just felt you, played with you like a little sex toy. 

His nimble fingers slipped out, and began toying with your cunt, making tiny, quick circles on your swollen clit. The muscles of your thighs quivered hard and deep with every pass of the pad of his finger. He always knew how to make you writhe around, practically shivering with pleasure. You felt the wetness pooling underneath your ass and whimpered, shyly. You always got so wet around him, almost to the point of embarrassment. Peter never made fun, though; if anything, he was always delighted by it, and loved to feel it soaking through the fabric of your cute, little patterned panties. 

As he flicked at your sensitive spots, your lids drooped shut, thinking about how good he was going to feel. It pressed against your hip, hard and demanding, like it was searching for somewhere to go. You couldn’t wait anymore. 

“Gimmie that cock,” you whispered against his ear before nipping at his lobe. Higher than he wanted to, he whined and withdrew his fingers, planting them on your hip bone. 

“Mm’yeah…. gonna’ give it to you,” he nodded, breathless. “‘Cause you want it bad, right?” 

“Yeah, I do. The only one I want.”

Wasting no time, Peter freed his throbbing dick from his sweatpants. It bounced heavily in front of you, the searing hot tip pressing against your tummy. Biting your lip, you took it in your hand, giving it a few generous pumps. You then pushed his cock between your legs, lining it up with your slit and forcing the tip in for him. The action sent a shockwave through his body; he jerked up and groaned. “Fuuuuck…” 

Peter threw your legs over his shoulders, angling your body up. 

“C’mon, give it to me…” 

He clenched his teeth and bottomed out, slamming the lower half of his toned body into yours. It filled you, stretching your walls and pressing against them in the most erotic, tantalizing way. He found a rhythm quickly, and made sure to keep it, his balls slapping against your ass as he thrust into you. You threw your head back and let out a breathy moan, pressing your head into the pillow. You swallowed, wetting your throat and looked back up at him. 

Above you, Peter was extra-whiny today. Sweat collected on his forehead, beading up before ribboning down his temples. His silver hair stuck together in clumps, and when he looked from your pussy to your eyes, he smiled weakly. He was fucking you hard, harder than he usually did and you could only assume it was because he was taking out his aggression, his jealousy.

“Oooh, yeah, just like that, baby… Just like that. You’re so… you’re so jealous.” Your words were punctured by lewd moans and breaths, but you finally got out the teasing statement. Then, Peter did something he didn’t usually do. He gripped your shoulders and pulled you onto his cock over and over again, relentlessly, bucking his hips up to meet yours with every thrust. The tip of his cock hammered your cervix, hitting your deepest parts. Your jaw dropped, brows peaking together as he fucked you. 

“....oh….oh my fuckin’....” 

“....shit-shit-shit, Peter…” 

Your pussy clenched around his cock, and you couldn’t control it. She fluttered, coating his dick in warmth. Peter groaned, closer than ever. 

“You should… you should be –” You moaned, digging your nails into his shoulders. “...be jealous more often.” 

That did it. Peter lost it, spurting his white heat  inside of you, pumping it deep. A melody of groans between the both of you filled the room, as the thrusts slowed and the sweat dripped. He collapsed on top of you, kissing every inch of bare skin that he could find. 

After a few moments, he snapped up, hands on either side of your head. He looked down at you with a quirked brow, and a mischievous smile. You grinned back at him, lust-blown and giddy. You loved these afternoons, where you just fucked each other like teenagers. 

“Wanna’ play some video games? Or did you have another lame-o date planned?” 

You sniggered. “The only lame-o I’m dating is you.”

[deepwoundsandfadedscars]

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[woso-dreamzzz]

Practice II

Hardersson x Teen!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: You practice with your mums

You are a keeper.

You've been a keeper since you were a child. You were always going to be a keeper, deep down. One day, you are going to be the greatest keeper in the world. One day, you might even be the greatest keeper in history.

But right now, you are not.

You are just a girl in her backyard with inflatable people blocking your view of Pernille and her wicked shot.

She chips it over your line and you jump up to meet it.

Pernille and Magda aren't keepers. They have never been keepers. They will never be keepers.

But they're trying, for you.

They're trying to think like keepers.

"Do you think you organised them right?" Magda asks from the side," Your defenders?"

Today has been tactical training.

You'd seen keepers organising their lines at games before. You'd seen keepers throughout your childhood yell out orders before.

You'd never really been a yeller though. You weren't confrontational. You weren't loud. You weren't a leader.

"Well...I got the ball?"

Magda nods. "Okay. Let's run it again."

Pernille goes to take her kick again but squares the ball to Magda waiting in your empty middle. She shots in one touch and you scramble from where you thought the ball was coming from to get a brief glove on it.

Her shot is hard and fast but you manage to just graze it with your hand and roll it to the side.

"And now you've conceded a corner," Pernille says.

"Well," You pant, still laying on the ground," I couldn't exactly grab it."

"You need to trust your wall and be ready for the shot to come from elsewhere. Nine times out of ten, they'll send in a cross rather than a shot," Pernille continues," You need to be ready."

You're pretty sure your shoulder is bruised from the amount of times you've had to go to the ground with a ball.

Pernille used to pull back the power of her shots when you had a kick around but now she doesn't. All gloves are off and a few times you've felt a little winded after gathering one of her strikes.

But you wanted this so you're going to take advantage and repeat it again and again until you think you're ready.

Magda has been helping you with your tactics and it's with her that you find yourself now, staring out as Pernille waits to take a penalty.

"Half of it is guesswork," Magda says into your ear, standing behind you so you can both stare at your Momma," But when you're in a team, there'll have been analysis and things but right now, I want you to study the way she's moving. I want you to look at her run up and the way she's positioned herself. Some of it's subconscious. She doesn't even notice it but you have to."

You nod.

Pernille takes her penalty.

You go the right way and save it.

"Good," Magda says," But make sure you wait as long as possible. She's studying you like you're studying her. If you give an indication of what way you're going then they'll go the opposite direction.

You groan. "And everyone does this?"

"Not everyone," Pernille laughs," Only the good players."

You huff, pushing off the ground. "Alright. Let's go again."

You're hot and sweaty when practice for the day is finally over and fall face first onto the sofa.

"Hey." Magda swats you with a tea towel. "Shower, please. I don't need that sweat all over my new cushions."

"Leave me here to die," You reply, remaining where you are.

Magda's hands are on you, trying to roll you off but you go rigid in an effort to delay her. You lock up all your muscles and go stiff as a board and Magda has to bite back her own laughter at how stubborn you're being all of a sudden.

"Come on!" She says," Off! Get off!"

"No," You reply with a small laugh," If I move I'll get cramp."

"You'll got cramp because you've gone all stiff. Go and shower!" She tries to rock your body around but you refuse to even give her an inch to work with.

"No!"

Finally, she rolls you off and you flop onto your back on the carpet.

"I'm telling Momma!" You're up like a shot, running up the stairs.

Magda laughs after you. "I thought that if you moved, you'd get cramp!"