#how the fuck is he looking so massive out of all of them????

[elliesspacewalker]

Ellie being the bully of reader but secretly being like very obssesed and possessive over them. Maybe even in a secret casual relationship but being rlly jealous.

I've decided I will make this into a series, so please enjoy!

"shup up Ellie"

Warnings; transgender!ellie, semi enemies to lovers, Ellie plays rugby and so do you, weed usage, Ellie is a jerk lol, pure angst and fluff.

fynn = brother

Ellie fucking Williams, your brothers best friend- she was probably one of the biggest bullies towards you, even after you graduated high school, she would constantly throw slurs at you or make you feel bad about what you were doing. It never mattered what it was, you could just be making food and Ellie would comment on how you're making the food wrong even if you were doing it right.

"Fynn! Come have a look at this fucking idiot" she called your very stoned brother over who laughed at you after you spilt chocolate powder all over yourself. "Ellie it's not funny"

"It's fucking hilarious dude" Fynn says trying to calm his breathing as he laughs even harder, "funniest shit ever, anyways me and Ellie are going to go play video games, don't interrupt us" you scoff, before moving to grab a cloth to wipe up the floor, looking up from the floor you see Ellie still staring at you.

"Bro what do you want?" you ask her and she shakes her head "you look pathetic by the way, you're clumsy as fuck and you need to stop spilling everything" you wanted to cry, Ellie always bullied you, even if she took it too far she never apologized to you. "okay" you say with a tired tone, so done with her shit.

It was 9pm and your parents weren't home yet, but at least you finished baking your brownies! You sigh before grabbing a few and putting them onto a plate, making your way upstairs quietly and knocking on your brothers door softly to see if he's still awake after almost hot boxing the entire house.

Ellie opens the door and a massive amount of smoke blows into your face, you cough and start moving your hands to get rid of the smoke "bro what do you want?" Ellie says with a frown.

"I just wanted to see if you wanted some brownies I made, nothing personal" you hand her the brownies and she looks at you, maybe the only time you've seen her genuinely thankful for something you gave her.

"thanks bro" she mutters under her breath and you give her a subtle 'you're welcome' before shutting your brothers door and making your way to your room...

You sit cross legged on your bed and open your mac book to finally get some school projects done, before you know it three hours had passed and there's a knock at your door.

"come in?" your voice low, but sweet. it was so intoxicating. it was Ellie, you have a confused look on your face- her eyes red and looks like she had been crying but it was just the weed

"it was uhh." she itches her ear, "it was good, thanks" you study her face, and she's being genuine "if you want more go for it" you sigh, closing your laptop.

"you coming to the game on sunday?" she mutters out, "ellie if you're here to bully me or whatever just don't bother with it, I'm done with your shit"

"i'm trying to be fucking friendly for once" she spits out and it gives you a slight shock "right" you nod, she rolls her eyes and slams your door pretty loudly, making you flinch.

You ended up going to the game on Sunday, which fucking sucked- you and Ellie were on the same team during rugby and your team lost by almost 30 points and you didn't know what to do...

You were sitting in the locket room with Ellie, fiddling with your bracelet begging Ellie won't try to talk to you.

"you did good out there" she mumbles to you "huh?"

"I'm saying you did good, we probably would've had it if Bredon didn't fucking injure his foot half way through the match" you giggle and agree.

"Nice bracelet by the way, where'd you get it?" Ellie moves her attention from your wrist to your eyes, you hum and decide if you should tell her or not "my grandma gifted it to me before she passed away"

"Oh- I didn't know I'm sorry for your lost" she says in a sympathetic tone, to say the very least you were confused about why she was acting nice to you... It was slightly overwhelming, you decide the tension is too think and you can't handle it anymore, you say bye before grabbing your gear and going out the locker room.

"Hey hun, that was amazing!" your mom hugs you tightly, you roll your eyes knowing she was only trying to be nice even though you lost, by A LOT.

Ellie was going insane, she felt crazy for the awkward interaction with you "really Ellie?! Fucking 'nice bracelet'" she groans, pulling out her phone and sitting on her bed defeated- she knew what she was doing was wrong but she couldn't help it, she was obsessed and it was unhealthy, even she knew it.

She unlocks her phone before typing in your name on Instagram and following you, she sighs and flops down onto her bed.

Before she knows it, you accept her request and text her.

She shoots up and looks down at her phone to see your notification that says 'hey, did u mean to follow me?' she groans loudly, feeling awkward and didn't know what to say to you.

Hey yeah I did mean to..

Oh k

I don't wanna seem weird rn but what you doing over the weekend?

nm, y u askin?

Wanna come over to mine?

els if this is a game, just don't

Her heart thumped at you calling her els, she hearts the message and replies back fast.

Its not, I'm being genuine

Come over at 7pm tmmr?

sure cya then

a/n: part 2?

[alice-after-dark]

Vox as an Abuse Victim

So here is that massive Vox post I promised, a day late for...reasons. I swear I have been working on this post for days, even before that StaticMoth discourse influx in my inbox.

After making my post about Vox and Angel and reading @deeply-unserious-fellow's post about a similar topic, I thought it might be finally time to make this post. Most people who have seen my content know how I typically portray StaticMoth. I have mixed feelings about Valentino at the best of times and outright dislike him at the worst. But frankly this post isn't actually about him (well, mostly). It's about Vox and why I am really hoping that Viv keeps the angle of Vox being an abuse victim.

TW for domestic abuse, physical violence, implied sexual abuse, abusive relationships, gaslighting/victim-blaming, and other canon-typical triggers. Contain abusive StaticMoth.

Honestly? The primary reason I hope she keeps it is because it would make him an even more complex character and bring attention to a criminally underrepresented group: abuse victims who are also bad people.

As pointed out in the post I tagged above, the world has become obsessed with this idea of a "palatable" victim, the poor suffering cinnamon roll. An abuse victim is expected to look like a victim. You're supposed to instantly feel sorry for them and want to protect them...but that's not so easy when the victim is someone who also hurts people, is it? It's not so easy to pretend they didn't do bad things too...but they are still a victim. That does not change just because they are a bad person. And thus it becomes complicated and interesting. Because it's not so easy to root for the victim when they're also victimizing others, especially when those others are people we care about...like Angel Dust. At the bare minimum, Vox is doing nothing to stop Valentino from abusing Angel or any of his other employees. Having Vox be a victim of the same abuse that Angel Dust suffers (at the hands of the same abuser no less) and yet also being someone who enables Angel's abuse creates a very complicated situation.

In a most media, the discovery of a mean/bad person being abused is frequently portrayed in a "well, they were abused so you can't be mad at them anymore" kind of light. Like "see? They're just an asshole because they were being abused! Now that we know, they're suddenly a good person!" Except that's not how it works. Someone can be a bad person and also be a victim. And even if them being an asshole was the result of their abuse, those behaviors and the consequences of those behaviors don't just vanish. They still hurt people and frankly I would riot if it came out that Vox was being abused by Valentino and then everyone in the show just up and forgave him for being an asshole. Like...no? He would still need to make up for his own shit and actually work towards being a better person. I like this character because he's an unapologetic asshole. If making him a victim takes that away, then that would be such a missed opportunity.

In fact, one thing I find interesting is that I definitely believe that Vox would have no problem admitting to being a bad person, but would rather fight an exorcist alone than admit to being a victim. His ego won't allow for it. He would probably laugh in your face and call you delusional while literally having a broken screen. Because he can't admit it, even to himself. He would see it as a sign of weakness and that's not acceptable to him (side note that being a victim does not make you weak, that's just what Vox's toxic mindset tells him). While I am fairly certain that he would have moved on from most 1950s mindsets since he is all about the future and progress and moving forward, toxic masculinity is still very much a thing today and I can definitely see him embodying it in some aspects, like needing to appear strong and in control at all times (and Hell's power hierarchy definitely encourages this mindset, so...). Fuck, even now in fucking 2024, men still have a hard time being taken seriously as the victims of abuse. Unless of course you fit a certain mold.

Angel Dust is the perfect example of this. He is a palatable male victim. He's effeminate, he's funny, he's friendly, he's caring, and we actively see him miserable in his suffering. Despite being in Hell just like the rest of them and having been a former mafia member and clearly able to stand on his own two feet it combat, his victimhood is constantly on display and the audience wants to protect and save him. On the opposite end, Vox is shown in a position of power that is constantly reinforced. He's an Overlord, he's manipulative, he's cruel, he's greedy, and he enables abusive behavior from others. He is not a palatable victim, which is why it's perfect.

Now let's get into what I believe is the actual evidence that this dynamic could still be present.

Something I see people commonly say is that Vox being abused by Valentino doesn't make sense because why wouldn't Vox just fight back? He could just shock Valentino into next Tuesday? And to these people I kindly say fuck you. Because while physical strength can be a factor in abuse, it is very rarely the thing that keeps the victim from leaving. Abuse, even when physical, is heavily psychological. It's like telling a victim "well, why didn't you just leave?" It's not that easy. Abusers tend to target those with low self-esteem and it's made pretty clear that Vox is a very insecure person (I feel the need to point out that having an ego and having high self-esteem are not the same thing, in fact having a big ego is typically a side effect of very low self-esteem). It's entirely possible that Vox makes the conscious decision not to fight back because he's afraid of what will happen if he does. He's afraid Valentino will leave. We know Valentino is just as mentally and emotionally abusive to those around him as he is physically abusive and we have actively witnessed him playing into Vox's insecurities and mentally messing with him (specifically in the events leading up to "Stayed Gone").

So let's talk about the scene leading up to "Stayed Gone," because I also see Vox's behavior towards Valentino here used as justification for why it's not possible for Valentino to be abusing Vox. Full disclosure, I myself in the past have even thought that it demonstrated them being mutually abusive towards each other, but have since changed my opinion after reading more takes and doing further analysis. Having rewatched this scene many times now, I have some observations.

There's a small moment that always caught my attention when I watched this scene because I wasn't sure what it meant, but looking at it in the context of this post, I think I can see a possibility. When Vox goes to see Valentino, he approaches the doors and they are opened for him by Valentino's servants. Vox pauses in the doorway, glances at them, then continues on inside.

What was the point of this moment? It seems out of place. Surely Vox has gone to Valentino's room before? Surely this door opening thing isn't new? And looking at Vox's face here, he looks...concerned? Like...they might hear what goes on inside? And he maintains that expression even as he enters the room, like he doesn't like that those two are out there and might hear them.

It also makes the entire situation feel so routine. Like Valentino is upset and these girls just expect Vox to show up and take care of it. And the scenes prior to this also sets it up as a normal occurrence. Vox rearranges his entire schedule to deal with Valentino, like he absolutely expects this situation could take up the rest of his day. And Valentino clearly doesn't listen to Velvette in this regard as she had to call Vox to come deal with Valentino despite him wrecking her department. Her comment even further establishes this as normal when she tells Vox that Valentino is "up in his tower, waiting for a flat-faced prince to calm him down." And when Vox arrives? "FUCKING FINALLY!" All of this sets up a standard situation: when Valentino is upset, it is Vox's job to calm him down and make him feel better. Valentino is a full grown adult and yet he has made it someone else's problem to manage his emotions.

Then of course we have the classic moment of Valentino literally throwing his glass at Vox only seconds after Vox has arrived. And this has to have been a conscious decision, because right before that, he throws his first glass on the ground before demanding another. So if he wanted to just break something, he didn't need to throw it at Vox, but he did. And I definitely don't think he cared if Vox got out of the way or not. But how easily Vox moves aside tells us that he fully expected to have things thrown at him and was ready for it. Now, I do believe that Valentino would throw shit at literally anyone when he is mad, but the key here is that Vox, his supposed friend, on-and-off lover, and business partner, is not exempt from this behavior. He even breaks Vox's phone when he realizes Vox is not paying attention to him. He has no qualms breaking Vox's property just to soothe his rage (I would also like to point out that he fucking obliterated that thing; just how hard did he fucking throw it?!).

Something in this scene that did initially throw me as I was writing this is that Vox doesn't seem particularly afraid of Valentino. Not the way we see Angel is when Valentino gets angry. We also see him actively get angry with Valentino, get in his face, and manipulate him. In the past, I believed this behavior from Vox to have established their relationship as mutually abusive. However, after reading yet another post from @deeply-unserious-fellow, I realized that everything Vox does here is only in direct response to Valentino's tantrum.

So let's go through some things here. When Vox initially tries to tell Valentino he can't go to the hotel, Valentino straight up ignores him. Does not respond to Vox's words, completely carries on like he didn't even speak. From this point on, Vox takes an entirely different approach to the situation. He manipulates Valentino into thinking that not shooting up the hotel is his idea and even offers further appeasement in the form of shooting his own employees as a method to satisfy Valentino's temper. I admit to initially viewing this as Vox being abusive, but frankly, when your options are being manipulative or letting your business partner go shoot up a hotel that houses the literal Princess of Hell, yeah, I'd take the manipulation route. Because, as I pointed out above, Vox cannot actually control Valentino. He tries to give him an order and is completely ignored. And even when he does successfully manipulate him, he still has to appease him in some capacity.

Now, there's also something here that is often played for shits and giggles, but I'm taking it 100% seriously right now. Many people point out that Vox's screen gets brighter when he gets in Valentino's face. Valentino is a moth demon and after Vox does this, he seems to be dazed for a moment, enough for Vox to rapidly switch back into manipulator mode and does his thing. It seems to have snapped Valentino out of his rage and I literally can't help but think that Vox has learned this as a defense mechanism. Valentino can't see very well, so it's very likely Vox's hypnotism doesn't work on him, so Vox had to find other ways of manipulating him and calming him down when he's in one of his rages.

Something I also want to point out is that it is made very clear through a single solitary moment that Valentino is in no way afraid of Vox. When he tells Vox about Alastor, Vox screams in his face, manhandles him, and Valentino just...pushes him off and saunters away, grinning like the cat that caught the canary. He doesn't even look upset or concerned when Vox grabs him. He just...laughs it off...like he knows Vox won't actually hurt him. Because I genuinely think Vox won't. Later in the episode, we hear Valentino's voicemails to Angel Dust and how he's emotionally manipulating him, telling him he can't really get better. I wouldn't be surprised to find that he's given Vox a similar treatment, especially considering that it's obvious Valentino knew what kind of reaction he would get out of Vox by bringing up Alastor. And sure, he brushes it off with a kink joke, but in all seriousness, why did Valentino keep Alastor's return from Vox? We know Angel has been at the hotel for a little while and Alastor has been involved with it as of a week prior to the beginning of season 1, so why suddenly bring it up? It's almost like he was specifically holding onto this information, waiting for the perfect time to use it that would be the most beneficial to him.

There's also another little scene that always caught my attention. It's when Valentino is getting pissed about the shadow construct that Angel Dust is flirting with.

Valentino starts getting pissy again, demands Vox's attention, gets annoyed when he doesn't get it, then immediately switches to mocking and confident when Vox starts bitching about Alastor. Like...he's so fucking proud of himself for getting Vox all worked up over Alastor. Like it's some kind of game for him. Riling Vox up and messing with his emotions is fun for Valentino. Alastor dredges up some real shit for Vox and Valentino exploits it. And from here on, he just keeps egging him on. Now, I'm pretty sure "Stayed Gone" would have happened with or without Valentino, but the point here is that he is definitely playing with Vox's emotions here.

As for the not being afraid aspect, again, Valentino hasn't actually threatened him with something that truly scares him. I don't think he's afraid of what Valentino could physically do to him. It's more likely to make him mad than anything else, even if he doesn't fight back (he'll probably go take out his anger on someone else). The thing about Vox is that we see that he does not like to appear weak in any capacity and I think this extends well into his own psyche. If he admits, even to himself, that he's a victim...to him, that's admitting weakness and he just can't do that. So Valentino's not abusing him, they just had a fight. He didn't hit back because he's in control of himself and he knows he could totally toast Valentino. It's Vox's own fault for pushing his buttons when he knew Valentino was mad. It wasn't rape cause he never said "no".

TLDR: Vox can be both an asshole and an abuse victim and it would be a really interesting aspect to his character as long as the show does it right and doesn't scrap his assholeness to make him a more palatable victim. Show him being a victim and also victimizing others. Show him not wanting to accept that he has been abused. LET PEOPLE BE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH FEELING SORRY FOR HIM.

(that's all for now, I have literally been working on this post for days and I'm exhausted)

[pizzaapeteer]

Torn Facade

You are the only one who can see through Enzo’s sweet facade and see the true insufferable motherfucker that he is.

Warnings: Toxic Enzo!; NSFW, fem! reader, one use of y/n and y/l/n, degrading, throat grabbing, swearing, semi-public sex, PiV, fingering, fem orgasm, Enzo is literally just a big asshole in this. Word count: around 4k.

An: This was based off this lovely edit by @finalgirllx that sparked the idea. Also big thanks to all my muts who helped me 💛 Esp @fuckaperioddrama & @slytherinslut0. Pretty diver from here.

You knew it was him. That little fucking thief. That wasn’t a sufficient insult for how you truly felt while you stared down at the torn out pages. In a book you had been once enjoying, a treasure now snatched from your clutches, a prize that was yours and now remained in the hands of an insufferable criminal. The worst possible timing too, you were just reaching a moment of truth, a massive revelation that would explain all things just for it to be gone. Ripped literally from you. 

Your eyes held a narrowed gaze on the Slytherin boy who sat only meters away, sitting nestled with his own book. Though you knew it was just for fake appearances, a technique of his to appeal to the sweet girls who populated the library. His brow cocks as he catches your agitated expression, a sinister grin flashes only noticeable by you, before he covers it with a mask of innocence to all those around. Coquettish banter surrounds the room, words spilling from his lips covered in honey, gobbled up eagerly by the many followers. The fools of girls willing landing in the sweet nectar of his venus fly trap. 

Rolling your eyes at his feigned saccharine commentary, and his attempt at being witty, you storm your way over towards him. Thundering clouds growing in your wake at your rising irritation. Ignoring the dirty looks thrown your way, you push through the gaggle of girls. “You really are an asshole, you know that?” Your voice tears through his conversation, sharp as a blade, your glare deathly, shaking the ravaged book at him. “I know this is your doing.” 

Dark brown eyes roll up aloofly, drinking in your exasperated energy, his lip quirk holding back a smirk. He shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” His tongue darts out slowly, licking his lips as his eyes stare at you with an intensity that holds warning you should be ready for. But within seconds, a pleasant smile replaces his once ornery expression, his gaze moving to the neighbouring female audience. “You’ve clearly mistaken me for someone else, sweetheart.”

The gaggle of geese like gals erupt into a fit of laughter, some rolling their eyes at your little misunderstanding. To them, Lorenzo Berkshire is nothing but a shiny knight of armour. He’s every bit the gentleman, a helping hand. It was all a facade, and you seemed to have been the only one to pick up on it. Enzo knew this. Scoffing under your breath, you slam the book down; it falls open to the shards of ripped paper, turning and making your way back to your belongings. 

You catch the start of disparaging gossip erupting out amongst the gathered girls, mutters about your ridiculous and rude attitude towards sweet Enzo. Your body flares with a heated energy, the temperature sweltering beneath your skin itching, burning in frustration. The embarrassment you felt being so easily dismissed by Enzo riled your blood, causing you to tear your sweater off in annoyance. Marching down into the thick of the library, scouring the bustling shelves for another copy of the novel you were once immersed in. Ambitiously you look assuring yourself a second print must exist in the ancient library of Hogwarts. 

At your stroppy departure, Enzo watches onwards, smirking at the riled up attitude you're displaying, a deep satisfaction glowing, blooming in his pit. It doesn’t last long as the once betrothed flock of desperate females disperse from around him; the chatter following. His once lively corner now stood still, a silent hum drifting through the air. Enzo drops his feet from their propped position, an anger rising at the realisation you had done this. Whether or not intentional, you had disrupted his tactical approach and ruined his chances of scoring. Exhaling an exasperated breath, he grits his teeth, frustrated by his growing temper, and hastily follows you into the depth of the shelves. 

He moves amidst the shadows of the towering lumber encapsulating the rows of delicate books, his eyes stalking you with a ferocity intensity. His icy eyes stay targeted on you, burning into the back of your skull with a deadly glare, his mind boiling beyond irritation at your earlier interruption. He moves swiftly, a cascading rush of water on its quest for more thirst, seeking gratification from you. Watching your unguarded nature walk towards the reading material by muggle born authors, his mind turns with a carnal energy, watching his prey inattentively stumble confidently into the spider's web.

Jolting forwards, you wince at the sharpness of the wood digs into your chest, your hands falling to steady yourself on the edge of the bookcase. The wind is knocked out of you at the force the invader applies to your back, a hot breath snarling in your ear. “Fucking ruined my chances back there y/l/n, all for what, you to whine over how your precious book was destroyed.” 

The quickness in which your heart jumps up your throat is like a bolt of lighting, striking your nerves with a sensation that makes you still. A thumping rings out in your ears, your heart rate increasing at the recognition of his voice and the anger that is laced within his tone. Any signs of your past frustration vanish, your temperature rising again, but by the close contact between you, his own heat radiating, flowing onto yours. “What did I tell you about interfering with my shit?” 

It doesn’t take an intellect to realise his question is clearly rhetorical. A surge of fear and arousal consumes your body, your mixed emotions clear by the breathy whimper that escapes you. His words are laced with a deep resentment for you, as his fingers grip, digging into the sides of your waist. “I think you’re just needy for attention. Can’t help but be jealous of all my admirers, huh?” 

The rising anger instantly simmers your fear by the cockiness exhaled into your ear. The peak of your annoyance grows at his arrogant blow, feeling the heat of his breath on the nape of your neck. An agitated huff leaves your lips. “You're full of shit Berkshire. I know you ripped those pages out.” 

Enzo chuckles deeply, murmuring back with a sarcastic taunt, “come on now, you think an angel like me would do that.” His hands twist, spinning your body to greet him, his lips pull into a tantalizing grin, his eyes gleam with threat, “why don’t you be a good girl for’me and stop spreading bullshit.” 

Tilting your head, the harshness of his hand as it clenches your chin sends a wave of heat rippling throughout you. His cold gaze studies the candor of your eyes, blown wide with lust, and no room for your desire to hide. The ambiance of the once bubbling library clouds with a spike of anticipation, the growing tension lingers between the two of you. Sliding his hand further back to hold the back of your neck, he doesn’t waste time claiming your lips. 

The kiss was nothing but sweet, as the power of Enzo’s dominating force sweeps through, pressing onto your lips. His tongue pushes demanding entrances which you grant almost instantly, unable to stop yourself melting despite his roughness. Your hands fumble, moving to hold on to any part of him, already overwhelmed by the sensations he makes you feel. 

His lips move, attacking your neck with heated kisses while his hands continue to press you firmly into the bookshelves, enticing small whimpers from you. A satisfied grin is felt, teeth scraping against your skin, his hands maneuvering down quickly and under your skirt. You're in no position to protest knowing how wet you already are, despite your ongoing hatred with Enzo. 

He knows it too. A deep chuckle rumbling in your ear as he manages to slide his hand under your panties, sliding his fingers along your slit. “Wow, no surprises here, already soaking for me like the little slut you are.” You moan at the pressure of his digits pushing into you, his lips still covering your neck in warm wet kisses. A clear goal set in his mind to mark your body, leaving it displayed with an array of purple scatters. “Can’t even hide your growing desire for me sweetheart, been craving me haven’t you.” 

Shame washes over you, finding yourself tangled in the same old web, the same old tale. Unable to help your wanted longing for him, you involuntarily release another moan, feeling his digits stretching you out. Your body erupts with hot flashes, your hands gripping tightly to his shirt, while you attempt to shoot him a glare. Not allowing yourself to utter a word and give him the satisfaction, but it does little to bruise his ego. 

His eyes gleam with pure delight at seeing you weakened by him again, like a moth drawn to a flame, the corrupted path of a recidivist. “Just so needy for me, aren’t you, angel. going to let me do whatever I want, huh.” His fingers thrust faster, vigorously spurring more desperate moans from your lips. He watches as your feeble glare melts away while you greedily clench around his fingers. “Go on, tell me to stop.” 

His lips curl into a sadistic grin, his eyes bore into you with a delicious intensity that has your head thudding back against the solid wood. Though mostly hidden away in the muggle born section, a small part of you remembers your surroundings as you grow weary of the lingering students around corners. But you do nothing to stop him, your mouth stuck in the repeated motion of panting breathless moans. His fingers pull, retreating out, your eyes flicking open at the sudden absence of his touch, making you cringe at your pathetic desperation for him. 

He laughs a cold, condescending snigger. Icy fingers brush your cheek tapping your chin up to tilt your head back. “you love this don’t you, can’t even muster up the strength to tell me to stop me.” 

Making haste, his coated fingers tug on your undies relishing in how you naturally widen your legs apart, letting them slide down. He knows how badly you're craving this, despite how he treats you. And it only fuels him more, you’re essentially helping load his gun, you're the one willing handing over the detonator to the explosive that sits within you. “You really do want me to fuck you in the library.” His voice carries out a smugness that makes you want to smother him. 

Shallow breaths hit his chin, your eyes lowering cowardly as any last shards of pride wash away. The notion that if anyone came around the corner they’d see you flushed, with your undies hanging down your legs. A bile taste of shame sits on your tongue at your own desperate desire for this man. A man of many talents, a wolf dressed in sheep’s clothing. How have you, of all people, fallen deep into the spiraling trap that is Lorenzo Berkshire. Not even the sweet false charms he manipulates people with, but to the true him. It made you feel sick knowing you were willingly allowing yourself to be seduced by the true version of him.

Your lack of response gives him all the answers he needs, causing him to chuckle darkly, tutting, “but I’m not going to, until you beg me. Put those lips to better use and ask me sweetly." His head tilts tauntingly at his dare to you, he already knows you'll do it but adds in an ultimatum."And maybe I won't leave you here like the pathetic mess you are."

How wrong were you to think your pride couldn’t be shrunk anymore, but it crumbled, swallowed whole in one go at his smug request. Shrivelled up to the size of a spec floating out in space, and he could sense it, a wicked grin spreading, highlighting his gorgeous face. His eyes taint you, waiting for you to give in like you always do, his fingers guide along your skin in a sort of soothing way, but there’s a sense of dominance within their hold. 

At your silence to his request he groans, his patience running thin, fingers hard as iron grip your chin to hold his gaze. His next words slice through the air in a sickening hiss, “so quick to make a scene back there, wanting my attention. And now you hold it all in, sweetheart.” His eyes flash with a sense of anger at having to repeat himself, “So beg me to fuck you, slut.” 

His fingers insert back up into your cunt, a desperate whine pulling from you, fingers instantly soaked in your juices, having grown even wetter from his degrading words. His anger simmers at the realization and he moves his fingers, curling them painfully slowly, another whimper escaping you. Your own body’s patience is shrinking as your mind and pussy fight with defiance. Unwilling to break yet, you utter out a quiet plead, "Berk will you fuck me.” 

Enzo’s fingers still, slipping out, letting the chilled air brush against your swollen cunt his fingers tantalizingly move to rub your clit. “That wasn't very nice, angel. Do it again and say please.” He commands, his lips moving to ravage your neck, nipping a little more aggressively. He’s enjoying this as he always does, the growing need to hear your words is like a sweet nectar he's craving to have injected into his body. Your submission and desperation is what he craves, what he needs to feel fulfilled.

Your eyes narrow, teeth gritting as he continues his taunting ministrations rubbing your sensitive clit. Despite your desperation increasing to tenfold, you can’t help giving him some cheek, letting out a mocking plea. “Oh Enzo fuck, please I need you, im craving you so badly.” Adding to the effect, you release an overtop pornographic moan a little loud, suddenly feeling your bolder self reemerge. 

The enjoyment of seeing Enzo’s face contorting into a grimace, a darkening scowl adorning his face. “Shut that mouth before I do it for you.” 

Your eyes gleam with amusement, “You told me to beg, I did as you asked. Does that not make you happy, Sir.”

Enzo has no time or appreciation for your brattiness, “Enough.” His hand against your jaw tightens intensely, his cold brown eyes piercing into yours. With haste, he’s grabbing at your tie and stuffing the makeshift gag into your mouth, watching your eyes widen. He smirks in mild amusement at your sturdiness, before he’s pulling his hands away from your cunt and trapping your own hands into the bookcases. 

Swiftly his belt is unlatched, and with a quick tug he’s freeing his throbbing cock, a sharp exhale breathed, hitting the skin of your neck. His eyes shimmer with a craze, feeling his tip sliding forwards, sinking into the warmth of your pussy he releases a deep groan. The sound of your muffled noises causes him to smirk arrogantly at shutting you up, his brows scrunching, breath ragged as he shifts his hips, rocking into you. "Fuck me...god always such a tight pussy." He murmurs breathlessly.

Your body is inflamed at the sensation, frustration rising at being gagged, though the feeling of his cock being buried deep inside you makes you unable to glare properly. His grip on your wrists burns, your skin pinching harshly as your back is slammed into the wood at his relentless pace. Biting down on the tie at the growth of your climax, he watches, sensing your closeness already. 

“No no, hold that fucking shit. needy sluts like you don’t get to come yet.” His raw tone breathes into your ears as he scrapes his teeth against the shell, the strain clear as the pleasure pulses through him. He can’t get enough of the way your pussy fits too perfectly for his cock. The compelling pull of power itches through him when he watches your eyes squeeze shut, the delicious sounds of your muffling moans in protest. 

Despite not acting originally like every girl falling at his feet, you always eventually did. That was a sweet satisfaction that thrilled him more than anything. “Such a fucking slut, you're so bloody predictable y/n.” He breathes harshly in your ear, kissing hard down your neck. “Just love to be degraded like this don’t you.” 

His hips thrust vigorously, roaming his free hand up under your blouse, groping over the surface of your tits, pulling it free from the confines of your bra. Hands cold and large squeeze at them hastily, kneading his fingertips deep, almost painful into the tender flesh. A loud squeal escapes through the fabric of your gag, nimble fingers pinching at your sensitive buds, sending you into overdrive. His lips gloss over the shell of your ear at the pleasant noise. “Someone’s feeling sensitive. You poor thing.” 

Knees weakening, your muscles wobble on the verge of collapsing at the inexorable ministrations, he pushes your body to endure. Skin burning at every touch of his fingertips, your legs struggle to keep steady, which Enzo notices. Readjusting his hold, allowing your hands freedom from his clasp, he replaces his hold on your hip sturdily. Fresh oxygen seeps into your lungs at your own removal of the gag, though it’s stolen from you instantly with the claim of Enzo’s hungry lips. A kiss that directs power and control, his tongue forcibly commanding entrance with cogency. 

The warmth that envelops you from his feverish kiss and the devilish toying on your overly sensitive nipples nears you to your breaking point. Your desire, like an overflowing dam threatening to spill as you gasp out babbling in need, “Enzo please i’m going to cum -.” 

He senses your seriousness, groaning at how your pussy clenches his cock tightly, suffocating him till he’s near choking on his breath at the pleasurable feeling. A guttural groan rips from him as he snares in your ear, “Fucking cum on my cock then slut.” You don’t need to be told twice, letting your orgasm pulse through you, your stomach coiling in pleasure. With a soft thud, your head rests on the hardened wood, incoherent moans falling from your lips. 

Enzo watches entranced, eyes glowing with his own ecstasy at seeing you fall apart. Though he couldn’t stand you and your inability to always interfere with his plans, he took great gratification in being the one to wreck you. The one to push you over the edge in more ways than one, the satisfaction that you hated him for his counterfeit ulterior was just too delicious not too divine when you submitted. Time after time, an abiding loop you were stuck in, a broken record and your luscious moans were the melody that Enzo’s ears itched to hear repeated till the end of time. 

There is little interval between your climax and trying to catch your breath, for Enzo’s hip continuously snaps into your cunt at a brutal pace. Squeezing tightly onto his arms, your eyes plead for him to ease his speed, show mercy on your overwhelmingly sensitive cunt. But it's Lorenzo fucking Berkshire, and he doesn’t do benevolence. He does the opposite in comparison, instead reaching up to clutch your throat, squeezing it just past gently, to show his dominance. The stretch of his hand fits perfectly around your delicate skin, his fingers curl around the nape of your neck, watching how your eyes roll back in pleasure. 

He shoots you a sadistic grin, cooing, “you look so pretty when your put in your place.” His eyes glimmer with threat, possessively drinking you in a black widow about to eat its mate. You can’t decipher between your thrill and fear, descending further down the rabbit hole of your lust. His eyes shift, closing as he rests his forehead against yours, almost sweetly, his movements becoming jerky and erratic at his own rising climax. His breath hits you, a heat wave of desire and lust, releasing a deep groan as his hips slam forcibly deeper into you. His body shudders, filling you up completely, his tip pressing tightly into your snug walls before he paints them, his muscles convulsing. 

A wave of ecstasy swells throughout your body, injected deep into your veins as he ruptures inside of you, a sense of fulfilment warming you from seeing him spill over the edge. He stills his breath ragged, eyes still closed while he allows himself a moment. His hand loosens its grip around your throat, rubbing at the skin in a sort of caresses that takes you by surprise. It doesn’t last long before he pulls back from you, a stoic expression gracing his face while reassembling himself. 

Gingerly, you gaze watching him, anticipation creeping inwards for his next move. Stepping back, Enzo takes in the mess he’s made, a beautifully haunting piece on a canvas, the flushness of your cheeks and wideness of your inquisitive eyes. He helps to redress you before reaching above your head to grab a book, though he’s quick to retract the novel out of reach. Raising it above your head, when he sees the recognition in your eyes and your eagerness to have your hands on it. His lips curling into an impish grin, “Aw you’re so naive, sweetheart, thought it would be that easy huh.” 

At the realisation he will not give you the book you had been seeking, opens the earlier cut of simmering anger, now bubbling threatening to spill over the pot. Eyes narrowed, brows lowering, you stare heatedly at him, crossing your arms with a huff. “What’s it going to take for you to hand it over to Berkshire.” 

Enzo’s eyes lighten at the ease in which you offer defeat. A deep chuckle vibrates out of him. “What do I want? Hmm.” With slowness, he rubs his chin, enjoying driving your patience up the wall. He put some thought into his request, but he needed nothing. Anything he wanted from you he had already taken. No doubt swam in his mind that he’d ever grow tired of taking it. 

“No more outbursts, y/l/n. I want you to remain quiet about my dexterous facade. If you have a problem with me, you can address me privately. You understand?” There's little humor held in his swirling dark orbs, his tone melted down to a frosty blast. 

Your face contorts, processing his words. The idea you couldn’t confront him in public anymore irritated you. It’s not like you ever planned on it, he just found a way to spoil your day and wake the dragon within you. Yet you find yourself nodding, eager to get your hands back on your book and finish your story. He grins, satisfied with your agreement with a shove he’s pushing the book into your grasp. 

He pats your head condensing, “That’s a good girl. Happy reading angel.” With long strides, he’s halfway down the aisle slipping out of the shadows, a disguise resurfacing into the sunlight that seems to now shine down upon him. The wolf draped in sheep's wool camouflaged back amongst the rest of the followers, who can’t tell one side from the other. 

Tearing your gaze from him, a grin widens upon your face, reading over the title of the novel Enzo had originally ruined. Flicking it open to examine the beautiful textures and scriptures, your draw drops in disbelief. You knew it was too good to be true. Why did you think Enzo would be nice? A wave of déjà vu washes over you, staring down at the ripped pages in the new copy, the exact spot you wished to regain. That little shit.  Masterlist 🌟

[highdefhoetry]

being a brat to sir crocodile has serious consequences.

cw: nsfw!! female reader, bratting, brat taming, spanking, rough sex, penetration (penis in vagina) unprotected sex, creampie, vaginal fingering, G-spot stimulation, slight degradation (use of the term "slut"), no use of y/n

“Where the hell have you been?” Sir Crocodile is less than pleased when you saunter into his office, visibly annoyed with your sudden reappearance. You had been gone all fucking day, having slipped out that morning without a word, and hadn’t so much as called or texted to let him know when you’d be back. His eyes narrow when you take your time answering, his impatience simmering behind a darkened expression.

“Noneya.”

You give him a bratty response before plopping down on his leather loveseat and making yourself comfortable. He takes a large puff off his cigar and watches the smoke rise to the ceiling as he exhales.

“You know I don’t like it when you give me an attitude,” he warns, growling in a low voice.

“Then do something about it.”

Another exhale. Another wall of smoke blown in your face. He stands up, slowly making his way towards the loveseat. His shadow looms over you, and the smell of tobacco fills your lungs. You see him staring down at you with furious disapproval. His eyes… you recognize that look. It frightens you, makes your hair stand on end. He only ever got that sadistic glint in his eye when you truly fucked up.

Before you can say anything else, he lifts you into the air and flings you over his shoulder. Dazed, you try worming your way out of his grasp, and he responds with a firm slap on your ass. You yelp at the harsh impact. 

“Oh, sorry princess. Did that hurt?” he chuckles darkly before giving you another spank.

“Stop it!” you cry out, earning another swift smack.

“I’ll stop when I damn well please. You’re gonna learn your lesson one way or another.”

He carries you to the master bedroom, a giant room filled with expensive furniture and designer art pieces. You fall onto the silk sheets after he tosses you down, but you don’t get a chance to reorient yourself before he hikes up your skirt and yanks down your panties. He unzips his pants, takes his cock in hand, jerks it slightly until it’s nice and stiff. You only have a moment to admire the thick, girthy member before he shoves it inside you.

He holds your legs wide apart, pumping in and out with rapid, deep thrusts that make you cry so loud your voice starts to go hoarse. His dick is massive; you fear it’ll tear you in two if he keeps going like this. But the way he pumps it in and out feels too fucking good. His eyes never leave your face, relishing in your pained expressions and the pitiful noises falling from your lips. He grunts, cigar hanging from his mouth, a few strands of slicked black hair falling onto his forehead. 

God knows how much time passes before he finally cums. He fills you with his load, a familiar warmth explodes inside you. He waits until he’s milked dry before pulling out. 

Exhausted, you can’t do much except gasp for air with your legs still spread wide. You close your eyes, but they’re forced back open when you feel two thick fingers push into your hole. He curls them upwards, massaging your G-spot until you’re singing in octaves you never thought you could reach. You cum so hard and so quickly that you see stars and squirt all over his silk bedding. You’d surely be punished for that, as well. 

He pulls out his fingers and licks them, tasting your sweet juices and his own seed with a smile on his face.

“I’m gonna go ahead and assume you only misbehaved so I’d fuck that rotten attitude out of you. Isn’t that right, princess?”

Still trying to catch your breath, you take a moment to respond only for him to grab your chin and force you to look up. 

“Answer me, slut,” he glares. “And don’t you dare say no. I know all of your little tricks.”

You nod, your legs still quivering like jello. A twisted grin creeps up his face, and he finally lets you go.

“Thought so. Now hurry up and get dressed for dinner," he barks, his back turned to you as he makes his leave. "I’ll reconsider punishing you for making a mess out of my goddamn sheets if you behave for the rest of the evening.”

You push yourself off the bed, looking back to see the giant wet spot you left behind. With your lips curling into a smirk, you rush towards the walk-in closet to pick out a pretty dress to wear, most likely one of the ones he bought for you on his last business trip out of the country. While your back is turned, he gives your ass one last firm smack before disappearing back into his office.

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

The Ewan characters are getting married. What are they like on their wedding day. Who's the ugly crier and who can't wait for the wedding night?

Abraham - proud as punch. Hair is the fucking hugest it’s ever been. Has the biggest smile during the ceremony, but is really just thinking about pulling her garter off with his teeth once the reception is over.

Aemond - no real feelings either way. He’s performing his duty, so will do it to the best of his ability. Quiet and upright during the wedding feast. Loses his entire mind during the bedding when he realises how good it feels and that he gets to do this every night forever.

Billy Taylor - fumbles his vows and goes bright red. Trips during the first dance and chokes on his champagne during the toast. Has a little cry after they’ve done the do on the wedding night, because he just can’t believe how lucky he is.

Billy Washington - watches his bride walk down the aisle with a lump in his throat. Over does it at the reception and can’t get it up on the wedding night. More than makes up for it with sloppy hangover sex the next morning.

Ettore - likes the idea of marriage in the old fashioned sense of owning a woman as property, but would never actually do it. He’s not the marrying type.

Genyen - likely has a green card marriage that he did for money

Michael - you can see every tendon popping in his neck as he strains to say his vows perfectly. Looks absolutely miserable at the wedding reception, as that’s not his scene at all. Makes up for it by getting his new bride to sit on his face for most of the night afterwards.

Osferth - doesn’t buy into the idea of marriage as he believes being a bastard is a curse, but would be quite into the idea of a hand fastening to bind himself to someone he really loves. Cries happy tears then fucks them against a free afterwards.

Tom Bennett - a massive shit eating grin all throughout the ceremony, then spends the entire reception whispering to his new wife about how he can’t wait to get them out of their dress. Goes at it like a red setter chasing a tennis ball once the evening’s over.

[waltat04-kevinknight]

(Credit to @evenmorefatallyobsessed as he is the creator of these pictures)

Jaune was sitting on a park bench waiting as he looked at the current news on his Scroll humming a tune before his attention was caught.

"Jaune~, sorry we're late!" A feminine voice called out to him as Jaune turned his head and smiled at the voice and blushed when he saw the two older women standing.

"H-Hello Jaune," Willow said shyly as Jaune admired her light blue shirt and deep blue skirt outfit

"W-Wow you two look absolutely gorgeous" Jaune says blushing as he stands up and the two woman smile and walk to each of his side and plant a kiss on his cheek, with Willow doing a shy kiss on the cheek while Kali does a more tender cheek kiss.

"Are you two ready for our date?" Jaune asked the two women as they nodded and walked with him through the park , enjoying their time together with their boyfriend.

Jaune knew Weiss and Blake weren't happy that he was dating their mothers but Weiss quickly got over it since Jaune is a far better man than her father and Kali lost her husband and needed tender love, both thins Jaune could provide. And both Weiss and Blake knew Jaune needed all the love he could get after everything he's been through, losing Pyrrha at the Fall, having to take Penny's life and then being alone for 30 years. They both couldn't be mad at him if he found happiness in their mother's, and they couldn't think of a batter person for them.

"So I booked us a reservation at a high-end restaurant in the city at 7 tonight I'll pick you two up at six?" Jaune asked them as they nodded.

Kali placed her hands on Jaune's cheeks and pulled him in for a deep tender kiss, tongue, and all, while Willow did the same but was the more submissive one as Jaune took control of the kiss. The two women waved goodbye and walked off with Kali, having her hand on Willow's hips teasing Jaune of what's to come.

Later that day, Jaune was wearing a black suit as he knocked on an apartment door, and it was long before he was greeted by his two lovers.

"Hello darling~ hope you like our dresses" Willow and Kali said union as they both kisses his cheek.

"Oh, you look so handsome, honey," Kali says, admiring Jaune's suit.

"And you two look beautiful and delicious~" Jaune flirted to them as he placed his hands on their hips. "Jeez Kali, no outfit can contain that bakery, huh~?" Jaune asked, making Kali smile.

"That's right darling and maybe if you're good.~ I'll treat you to some of our cake~," Kali cooed as Willow blushed.

Jaune held them by their hips and led them to the restaurant where he pulled out their chairs as they sat down and had a good time, and even ran into Blake and Yang.

"Hey Jaune, how's the date going?" Yang asked smiling.

"Great we just finished our food and we're getting ready to leave, how about you and Blake?" Jaune asked as Blake perked up.

"Oh, we had fun, and we were just about to head back to the apartment to enjoy a movie. I'll let Weiss know how you three are doing. Thanks for being their for my mom. Jaune, see you around," Blake says, leaving with Yang.

Jaaune smiles and stands up, offering his hands to Kali and Willow, who take his hands and lead him back to the apartment and it wasn't long before Kali and Willow's dresses were on the floor, Willow's ass was in the air, cum flowing out of her pussy. While Kali was getting her pussy fucked with no mercy.

"Fuck Willow he's gonna break me~!" Kali moaned as she brought Willow close and kissed her making Jaune even more turned on as he smack Kali's massive bakery making her moan into the kiss.

Jaune kept thrusting as he watched Kali's massive ass ripple and jiggle from how hard he was fucking her old milf pussy.

"Yes, fill me out, my stud~!" She moaned as she felt Jaune cum in her pussy and pull out.

"Girls, I've been been to ask you something for a while now," Jaune says, walking Iverson to his discarded suit and going into its pockets, pulling out two ring boxes and comes back to them.

Kali helps Willow sit up as the two watch Jaune get down and one knee and open each box and drop the question.

"Willow Schnee, Kali Belladonna. Willow you do me the honor of marrying m-" Jaune began to asked only to be tackled by the two woman.

"Yes!" Kali and Willow said as he pepper him with kisses after he put the rings on their fingers.

[homomenhommes]

STORY: Slutty Bottom Jock At The Gym

The locker room was full of even more jocks as Connor and I walked in. Bros bustling about, walking around the tiled floors, completely nude, fat half-boners flopping as they jovially chatted to one another. I noticed some of the fit jock bros would even teasingly grab each other’s cocks as they bragged to one another about their recent female conquests. Some bros had towels wrapped around their necks, or they were using them to whip each other’s fit, firm asses. Nobody was using them as intended. My slutty jock ass wasn’t complaining.

It was a horny, testosterone-filled locker room. The scent of soap and masculine musk filled my nostrils immediately. I was getting high on jock bro fumes. I still had a tender but firm grip on Connor’s cock, which I noticed was starting to go soft. Obviously, it was still massive and throbbing like a hungry twitching monster eager to penetrate the next slutty, juicy, pink hole it can find. But it wasn’t at the same hard, leaking, pornstar status that it was when it was pounding my cute little throat. 

As we got into the center of the locker room, Connor was greeted by some of the bros he knew. My big brother, Eric, was one of the loudest to greet him as he bounded over, fat juicy cock flopping towards us. I didn’t even realize he was at the gym today, but of course what the hell else does a dumb jock have to do besides eat, sleep, lift, and fuck?

“Con, bro! How’s it hangin’?” asked Eric as he practically smashed into me to give Connor a high-five. He and Connor clasped hands above me and hugged each other with the other pair. I was caught directly in the middle, feeling Eric’s juicy, meaty, flaccid, yet somehow throbbing, donkey dick press up against my tight gym shirt. Eric’s arm pit fell directly into my face, and I got a nice, big whiff of his freshly clean musk. 

I nearly shot my hungry slut bottom load right in between these two sexy bros embracing each other. One perfectly coated in sweat and alpha jock musk, the other freshly showered but still exuding all the pheromones a slut jock twink-bitch like me needed to go absolutely feral and take a juicy dick and massive warm load right then and there. But I’ve had Eric split my ass before, many times in fact. And I could have him any time I wanted. Connor was my current conquest.  Perhaps Eric heard me as I slipped out a moan, finally succumbing to the overwhelming sensation I was experiencing, because he looked down in shock to see me there. 

“Wha–oh, hey, Sammy! Little bro! I didn’t see ya’ there!” Eric picked me up like a little kid. He was so strong. He spun me around in the air once and planted a fat wet kiss on my lips. Our tongues wrestled for a brief moment and I even managed to lovingly spit into his mouth when our lips parted. He swallowed it graciously and smiled. A while ago, I “informed” Eric that this was how loving brothers greeted each other, and it was totally normal to do. He of course loved his little jock bro very much and didn’t question any of it. Now this was how we said Hi every day. Connor didn’t even bat an eye as he stupidly watched the greeting unfold. 

“Hey big bro,” I said, still a little woozy from the transition of inhaling jock pit to briefly making out with my brother, surrounded by a room full of leaking, jock cocks. “I was just heading to the showers with Connor to take his fat di—er, I mean I was working out when I ran into Connor. We’re gonna hit the showers I think.”

“Oh, yeah totally dude. Love to see my little bro get a good pump in. Getting big for me, Sammy?” He squeezed my left pec playfully and made it bounce. I was a fairly fit jock, I have to admit. I wasn’t a 6’5 god with perfectly ripped muscles like Eric and Connor, but I was definitely in the upper-tier of men when it came to fitness. 6 foot, 165 pounds of sheer muscle. Thick thighs, a bubbly muscle ass, and a 7 inch cock to boot? I was a prime specimen and one of the best athletes in my school. But the jocks around me were just so, so much bigger, and though I may outrun them on the court, or manuever around them with ease, these big fuckers could grab me and do whatever the fuck they wanted to me. If they were a little less dumb to realize their sheer strength, that is. My big bro kept feeling my muscles, massaging deep, and was quietly grunting for some reason. Maybe he got lost in the sensation of it. He squeezed my chest again, and I couldn’t keep a moan from slipping out.

“Eh? What did you say, bro?” Eric seemed to snap out of whatever haze he got himself into.

I laughed sheepishly. “Heh, nothing big bro. I was just saying that we’re gonna hit the showers. Don’t you have somewhere to be?”

“Oh shit!” Eric shouted as he looked at his watch. “You’re right. I’m supposed to meet dad at home for our weekly massage! Fuck, he’s gonna be so pissed. Nice seeing you guys!” Eric once again hugged Connor, pressing me into both of them. This time I was ready and grabbed a handful of my brother's fat dick, which seemed to have started leaking, and massaged it during the embrace. When he let go, a strand of juicy pre-cum nectar ran from my fingers to his cock head. I quickly twirled the strand around my fingers and stuck them into my mouth, closing my eyes and sucking on them lovingly. My brother tasted so fucking sweet. 

“See ya, Eric! Let’s lift sometime, yeah?” Connor shouted after Eric as he sprinted back to his locker to get dressed. Eric gave him a Totally, dude! thumbs up in response.

“Come on, stud,” I said to Connor, resuming my grip on his fat horse cock and stroking it a few times. Blood immediately started to flood back into the meaty monster as I pulled him along to the back of the locker room where the showers were. “ Let’s get you cleaned up.”

“Okay!” Connor said happily.

The showers were in the back of the locker room, running along a wall, across from which were a row of lockers that I set my gym bag down and started to undress. It was just secluded enough that if anyone wanted, they could get up to naughty fun. A heavy layer of steam was accumulating from the various showers running on hot. Connor wiped some of the condensation forming on his forehead. 

“Alright Sam, well it was nice lifting with ya’!” said Connor as he started to unpeel his tight gym gym shirt and stepping into a shower stall. “I’m gonna hit the shower. My girlfriend is waiting for me; we’re having dinner with her parents later! I’m so excited to meet them.”

“Oh my gosh, no way Connor!” I said in mock concern, rushing to push Connor fully into the shower and turning on the hot water.. “I have to wash your body for you!”

“Uh, really bro? Why?”

“Because silly, your muscles are so tired! You don’t want to strain them trying to reach tough places on your thick, studly body, right bro?”

“Oh, hmph, yeah I guess not. That would be super shitty if I couldn’t play in Friday’s game because I strained my shoulder trying to wash my balls! Ha ha!” Connor chuckled to himself in his cute, dumb way.

“Exaaactly, bro,” I said as I already started to apply soap to his shoulders and upper back. I pressed my wet, naked body into his, looking up into those puppy dog eyes. He looked down at me and smiled. Our cocks gently rubbed up against each other, Connor’s fatter superior dick overpowering mine into submission. My jock pussy flexed in anticipation. “Now why don’t you just relax and let me do all the work?”

“Okay, Sammy. You’re really smart and know a ton about jock bodies. So I trust you completely!”

I smiled to myself. Bless this idiot jock’s heart, I thought. I started to work the soap and thus my expertly strong and gentle fingers all over Connor’s body. Very quickly I washed his arms, back, and chest, making sure to flick and pinch his nipples as I did so. Connor chatted with me, excited about seeing his girlfriend and grateful for having such a thoughtful friend like me.

“Thanks so much for washing me bro.” Connor said as I began working on his firm ass and legs. “You know, it’s so nice having a jock bro–ngh–that can take care of me. I feel like everyday there’s just so much–fuck, ugh–shit to think about.”

Connor was grunting in between his sentences, and for good reason. While I was massaging and washing his feet, then calves, and then thick muscular thighs, I also began working his heavy, cum-filled balls and base of his cock. As I got closer to his upper thighs, my other hand was stroking more and more of Connor’s fat, juicy bro meat until it was at full size throbbing and bouncing at my touch. 

“It’s like,” continued Connor, “everything I do is so damn difficult. Fuck, ngh, yeah.” Connor was talking mostly to himself now, lost in his own venting session. He didn’t seem to notice that he was practically fucking my soapy fist with his fat pulsing dick and grunting like a horny caveman in heat. 

“It’s this stupid, dumb, horse cock!” Connor exclaimed suddenly and looked down at it with emphasis. 

Connor groaned, but this time not out of hungry lust. “Fuck, see what I mean? My fat dong is even stuck in your hand! First it was your slobbery, tight, warm throat. Now this! I can’t tell you how many times my cock has gotten stuck in another bro’s butt or mouth! It seems like every damn day this stupid, fat, meaty thing finds its way into a hole and won’t cum out until I fuck it hard and deep and blow my load! It’s just so…frustrating.” Connor lowered his head in defeat.

“Hey, buddy,” I said, kind of feeling bad for the dumb fucker. He thinks it’s a “problem” that his dick falls into random jock holes instead of a goddam blessing for the lucky receiver. But all the same, I needed him eager and willing, not sad and depressed. “Your fat dong isn’t stuck! I’m just washing you is all. See?”

I released my hand from Connor’s thick juicy cock like a magician showing off a new trick, and he gasped in amazement.

“Wha–really, bro? I didn’t accidently jam my cock into your tight slippery fist?”

“Of course not bro! I was just making sure that perfect fuck stick was nice and clean. After all, you might want to use it on Ashley tonight after your date, right?”

“Ugh, yeah right,” Connor rolled his eyes. “She’s barely touched my cock since we started dating, bro! She says it’s too fat and threatening. Like her holes can’t take it or something.”

“No waaaay,” I replied, pretending to be super disappointed for him. “You must be so worked up all the time, those fat balls having nowhere to unload in, huh?”

“All the time! I barely even have time to jerk off with all the lifting and practicing Coach Sal is making us do. So I hardly ever cum. Well I guess if you don’t count the holes I accidentally get fuck stick stuck in.”

“You poor thing,” I said, rubbing Connor’s chest affectionately and pinching his hard, soapy nipples. “Well, I hope you get lucky even still. Now it’s your turn to wash me!”

I immediately got down on all fours and spread my legs so that my tight, juicy, pink bottom hole winked and twitched at Connor. 

“Uhh, bro, what are you doing on the floor?” Connor asked.

“Connor, you dummy!” I said playfully, looking back at him and wiggling my twink ass at him. “Don’t you wash your ass? I have to get my pretty, juicy, jock hole clean before we finish!”

Connor’s leaking dong twitched as he cocked his head to the side. “Oh, you want me to wash your ass, bro?”

“Not just my ass, Connor,” I said. “You have to wash my hole! Now hurry up, so you can get to your date and fuck Ashley!”

Connor grunted and quickly got on all fours too and started to massage my juicy bubbly ass with his massive hands. The reminder about getting to fuck his girlfriend seemed to spring him to action. It felt so fucking good to feel his strong fingers grope my cheeks, the slippery soap making his fingers move around my sexy twink-jock butt with ease. He spread, squeezed, and gripped my cheeks with a beautiful mix of tenderness and rugged animalistic hunger. He even smacked my left cheek for some reason. I was quietly moaning and thrusting myself back into Connor’s hands, and I yelped like a silly school girl when he smacked me.. When I looked back at him, I saw how intently he was staring at my juicy pink cunt. He was even drooling from his half-opened mouth like a stupid oaf! I made sure my hole gave him a conniving wink. 

“Mmm, hey Connor,” I said in my lustiest voice. “Don’t forget my hole, bro.”

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“Hmm–what? Your hole?” Connor said, snapping from his pussy-enduced stupor. 

“Yesss, my hole, babe–I mean bud. You have to shove something in there to clean it! Otherwise we won’t get the job done. How about…” I reached back and grabbed one of his strong hands and pointed his index finger straight to my hole, where it rested gently on the quivering, pink entrance. 

“Oh, I get it! Just. Like. This,” Connor said, and with each word he thrust a portion of his finger into my hole, until it reached the base of his finger. I sighed with relief, feeling the thick meaty finger of the school’s top athlete penetrate me. His finger was probably the size of the average male’s penis. Luckily, I never had the misfortune of fucking the average male, so I wouldn’t know. But any other bottom would be lucky to be finger fucked by this stud. However, my pussy was hungry and needed to be fed real meat. 

“Yeah, that’s it Connor!” I said, my voice growing lower and lustier. “Now go in and out to help spread the soap.”

“Like this?” Connor asked, immediately fucking me fast and deep with his finger. He even knew to shove two more fingers in me, making me moan and tremble until I was fucking myself on his hand.

“Ngh, fuck yes Connor, just like that. Open this jock pussy up!” 

“Yeah you like that, slut? Want that twink pussy spread open? Mmm what a good pussy you have. Looks prettier than Ashley’s. Tighter too… fuck,” Connor said. He was subconsciously stroking his massive cock with his other hand now, the water bouncing off of the throbbing, pink head. He also didn’t seem to realize he was working up a steady stream of dirty sex talk. Maybe he thought it was all in his head? Either way, this stupid horse cock idiot was ready to go if he was openly talking about my “twink pussy” being tighter and prettier than Ashley’s. He was right of course, but now it was time to show him just how right he was. 

“I think,” I said as I leaned forward from Connor’s relentless finger fucking so that they left my hole gaping and winking back at him. “That we need to go deeper.” 

“Oh, really, bro?” Connor said, still mindlessly stroking his cock and looking from his fingers to my juicy pussy to my face. “How do we do that?”

“With this, bro!” I said, grabbing Connor’s meaty, leaking donkey dick. The heat it gave off was incredible. Even though the shower was hot and full of steam, Connor’s cock was even warmer. I stroked the length of his cock a few times while we both stared at it for a moment.

“M–my cock?” Connor asked stupidly? 

“That’s right! My hole goes pretty deep, so we need that massive anaconda to get in there too and fuck–er, I mean work on me deep. This juicy, tasty, grade-A boypussy needs some serious help from you massive, manly, throbbing, leaking olympic-sized co–whoa!” 

Connor surprised me by lifting me and pinning me to my back. He moved so suddenly and with such strength, I barely understood what was happening to my body. He had a determined, almost possessed, look on his face. He didn’t seem to care about the fact that his cock didn’t have soap on it to “clean” my hole. Not that that mattered since that wasn’t how you cleaned out an asshole, and I always am prepared for any dicking down. He also didn’t realize his fingers weren’t covered in soap when he was fucking me earlier. Describing my pretty pussy wrapped around his leaking dong must have triggered the primal in him. Before I knew what was happening, Connor was hovering over me, lining up his cock with my hole. He had one hand holding me down by the shoulder. I smiled widely and braced for the moment I had been waiting for. My 7-inch cock was throbbing and leaking too, knowing what was going to happen. 

“That’s it, Connor. Clean this fucking hole.” 

Connor’s cock entered me, and I saw white. The pain of his massive cock head stretching my hole was unbelievable. In fact, it wasn’t even pain. The fullness I felt was like no other. Heaven, basically. And it only lasted for a second. Connor did not wait for my asshole to adjust to his size. Within a second of being inside me, he plunged the full length of his cock into me, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. We were off.

“Ohhh, Connor!” My whimper barely escaped my lips. Connor began full on fucking me, like a dog in heat. He pounded me, in and out his cock slide. I felt the full length of his girthy, veiny, horse dick stretching me. My delicious pussy accommodated it perfectly, gripping him and pulling him in each time he pulled out. Connor responded by grunting and muttering to himself. I could make out some of the words, but I couldn’t be sure over the plap plap plapping sound our bodies made.

“Take that…gotta help my bro get clean…right in that pussy–ngh!...oh fuck you’re so tight…Ashley…that bitch….never takes it this hard…slut hole…tight jock…juicy…cock…boycunt…fuck, fuck, fuck!”

I merely moaned and encouraged him as he fucked. It was like watching Superman save the day. A mustang galloping across the plains. A legendary pornstar working over a slut. I became lost in watching every muscle flex. I could not tell the difference between the sweat from his effort and the water from the steamy shower. And I watched his beautiful eyes bore into mine. His stupid jock mouth agape, as usual. Not a single thought was occurring in his head, other than how desperately he needed to penetrate my slut hole and unload his golf ball sized nuts. Thick, sweat, ropes of prime athlete juice was going to be inside my ass in a few minutes, and it was going to be glorious.

Connor was obliterating my cute jock ass. He was fucking me so deep and fast that our bodies moved to face the shower curtain. And after I reached forward to try and pinch Connor’s meaty pecs, he responded by thrusting into me so deep I lost balance and reached back, grabbing onto anything I could to hold steady. Including the shower curtain. I ripped down the entire curtain, exposing Connor and myself to any other jocks who happened to pass by. And by now, most of the athletic bros working out were probably hitting the showers. This could be a problem. 

“Connor, wait,” I tried to say, but he did not hear me. He was still babbling to himself, and watching his own cock slam in and out of my tight slutty boypussy, gripping him as he pulled out to the tip, only to slam back in and make me gasp and moan like a whore. He seemed fascinated by the effect it had on me and watched it with stupid curiosity, like a monkey playing with an abacus. I couldn’t stop him even if I tried, and I sure as hell did not want to stop this sensation he was sending through my whole body. I can’t even remember Eric pounding my hole like this, and I always worked him up even more. Connor simply had unmatched levels of animal horniness. 

“Ngh, fucking–fuck,” Connor grunted still babbling. His thrusts were getting shorter. I could tell he was close. 

“That’s right, Connor,” I said, encouraging him. “You’re helping your bro out so good. Fuck! Using that big, meaty cock to clean out this jock bro ass. Sliding in and out. So fucking nice of you. Yeah, right there, fuck! Get deeper for me bro. I need that fat fucking load inside this pussy to finish the job!”

“Fat load…juicy pussy…helping…clean…in and out…fuck…in and out…so good…this is helping bro?” Connor asked, suddenly innocently.

“Oh yes, bro!” I moaned. “This is perfect. I’m going to feel so good after this.”

“Ngh, yeah…feel so good…slut hole…better than…ngh….fuck!...girlfriend…take this cock…swallow…fucking…yeah…sooooo good…take this cock in your boypussy, FAGGOT!”

That last word sent electricity up my spine and back down to my cock. All 7 inches of my dick throbbed and shot rope after rope of cum on my tight abs. Connor watched as I squirmed in my orgasm. My hole clenched around his cock even tighter somehow. His eyes grew wide. 

“Oh fuck, Fuck bro! Take this cum. TAKE IT!”

Connor plunged deep into my ass, deeper than anyone ever had gone and unloaded what felt like the biggest fucking load of cum any human had ever shot. He kept thrusting and pumping into me; he had no control over his body, and I felt more cum inside me. He leaned over me, panting. We stared at each other. His mouth was still gaping. Those pink juicy lips were drooling jock spit directly into my mouth. I reached up and pulled his face down into mine and kissed him. Connor kissed me back, though I doubt he had enough brain power to realize he was kissing another bro. He probably was thinking about Ashley and the feel of my soft slutty lips only cemented that for him. 

We made out for what felt like 5 mins, while the shower was still running. Connor’s cock didn’t go soft necessarily, but it did get less hard, which meant his fat jock load started to leak out of my well-used hole, making sloppy slutty sounds you only hear in perverted pornos. We rubbed out wet naked bodies until we heard what sounded like a groan/grunt from above us. 

I looked up and 4 fit, jock studs were standing above us outside of the shower. And they were naked. Not only that, they seemed to be stroking their cocks too! And all of them had that same stupid, unconscious look on their faces that every jock gets when they’re inexplicably horny. 

“Ngh, uh, you almost done with the shower bro?” said one of the jocks. His dick was the meatiest, probably around 10 inches. They must have caught me and Connor fucking and couldn’t help but start to stroke their cocks. I could imagine walking in on two sexy bros fucking would be the entertainment of a lifetime. However, they probably didn’t interpret it as fucking because Connor wasn’t gay. And neither was I to them. And two straight dudes just don’t fuck. Duh!

“Oh, yeah!” Connor said. He finally was awakening from his sex-possessed state. He put on a genuinely cheery smile. “Sorry about that! I was helping Sam get clean!” Connor tried to shift his weight to stand up but slipped on the wet tile. This caused him to thrust into me again since his porno dick never left my jock hole. Connor and I moaned in unison, and he gave me a few more strokes of his massive cock until he could gain his footing and stand up. This made the bros watching us stroke their cocks even harder. They were now leaking a steady stream of pre-cum that reached from their cockheads to the floor. I tried my hardest not to immediately get up and slurp up the strands. 

“No problem, Con!” said another of the jocks. “I’m taking this one bros!”

The other jocks groaned in disappointment. “Fuck dude! Said the jock with the 10-inch cock. Every shower is taken right now.”

“You guys could always double…or quadruple up,” I said with a slutty smile. Unfortunately, Connor was too powerful of a fuck to go for another round, but these horny dudes would probably all accidentally fuck each other if they were in such close quarters. And that image turned me on. They also hadn’t stopped stroking their big leaking cocks either, which was interesting.

“Oh, yeah, true!” said the third jock grunting a little from working his dick. 

“Well,” Connor said, stepping out of the shower and clapping one of the sexy bros on his beefy shoulder. “We’ll get out of your way. See ya!”

All four of the jocks smiled at him and thanked him for giving up the shower. Meanwhile, I was making a show out of standing up. All the jocks, including Connor, watched me as I turned from laying on my back to all fours. My fat juicy ass was gaping and I shook it at them. Turning around to get a good look at them, I saw how the four bros were still stroking their dicks, entranced by the sight of my freshly fucked cunt. One of them even licked his lips. Connor looked at me smiling, almost as if he was proud of his bro. 

“Oops, sorry boys,” I said. This time I spread my ass cheeks and tried to push some of Connor’s delicious come out of my hole. “Didn’t mean to keep you waiting.” My pretty, juicy, slut jock hole gaped and farted, shooting a fat load of Connor’s prime stud cum out coating my hairless taint and balls. All four of the jocks stroking their donkey dongs let out simultaneous groans and suddenly shot their loads at the same time. Most of the ropes they shot landed just at my feet, splashing me a little with their seed. I giggled mischievously. As if in a trance, they grunted, bucked their hips, and even caught each other’s loads and ate some of it. Connor’s cock, though well spent, even shot a rope of pre (post?) cum. Before I stood up, I shoved two of my own fingers into my hole and scooped a load out to taste. It was fucking fantastic. 

The jocks stood there in shock as I got out of the shower. As I passed the jock with the 10-inch pussy destroyer, I stood on my tippy toes and gave him a kiss on the cheek and stole a swipe of the cum still dripping from his twitching cock and sucked it off my finger, giving them all a wink. 

I walked back to my locker, happy as any slut could be, smiling and humming to myself. A bottom jock like me, surrounded by stupid jock bros, could keep himself entertained forever. 

~~

[grigori77]

Critical Role, Campaign 3 Episode 96

Ah, I see, so THIS is why Liam looks like a cute beatnik from a 50s jazz club ... oh boy ... he's brought back the German accent BIG TIME and it's giving me massive Caleb vibes ... meanwhile Tal's clearly having EVEN MORE fun with this ... oh my gods ... wow ... that's a DOOZY, definitely ...

Marisha (cracking up): "It sounded like there was more!" Travis: "I know!"

So ... yeah ... it was all SO HEAVY when we ended it last week ... the group is WELL on the way to imploding under the weight of what just happened in the night ... can they come back from this? This is SO WORRYING ...

Oh boy ... RIGHT BACK where we were at the end ... wow ... so it's just the two of them again ... O.O

Fuck ... now even LAUDNA can feel Delilah's starting to take over ... that's not good at all ...

This is starting to sound SO MUCH like Laudna knows she's not going to be around when this is all done ... oh man ... AND she's starting to think maybe that's A GOOD THING? Fuck ... no, really, NO ...

Imogen's trying SO HARD to keep this all together for BOTH OF THEM but I can feel her breaking too ...

Come on, Imogen, that's it, bring her back from the brink ... LISTEN TO HER, Laudna. She's the best thing in your life, and she feels the same way about you, luv. You need to buck up ...

Imogen: "I'm gonna miss our little cottage." Oh fuck ...

Ah shit ... the tissues ... yeah, that's how it is with ALL OF US right now ...

Crap ... that's right, Dorian's missed A WHOLE LOT, he doesn't KNOW about Delilah, not really ... oh, and also about IMODNA ... XD ... AND Chetney's threesome with Fearne and his ex ...

Oh yeah ... Bordor ... that was a whole bunch of wrong ... that took a whole lot out of ALL OF 'em ...

Ashton being all philosphical again abdout villains trying NOT TO BE ... yeah ... he's pretty spot on ...

Dorian: "CAN she be trusted?" Oof ...

Ashton: "You okay?" Imogen: "No." Ahston: "SHE okay?" Imogen: "No." Ahston: "Okay."

Laudna's just been having a good powerful MOPE while all of this has been going on ... yeah, of course she has ... oh FUCK OFF, Delilah. You're not welcome right now ... oh yeah, Fearne, great timing, snap her out of it!

Orym: "Are you all right? I didn't hurt you too terribly did I?" Laudna: "Oh, I think I can see a few ribs ..."

Yes ... please, come on you too, make up. You're FRIENDS, you mean so much to each other. MAKE UP. Yeah. That's it. Exactly that.

Yeah, exactly. Fuck Delilah, we just want our LAUDNA.

This is exactly it, yeah ... she's not alone, they're ALL carrying their own big mistake baggage, she's not alone in that ...

Awwwww ... Ashton's BIG SISTER Laudna ... I love it ... :3

Wow ... yeah, it may be a joke, but Chetney DOES have a point there ... Dorian's the one true innocent in the group now ... you poor sweet summer chaild ...

Nice move, Chet. Yeah, that works.

Oh, that's interesting ... yeah ... that pipe ... yeah ... that could be REALLY GOOD for Laudna right now ... go on, girl, take a puff ...don't be afraid, this can only HELP ...

And then Dorian comes in with the sweetest cap for all that ... awwww ... :3

AAAAAAND just like that Chetney's OUT. XD ... of course he is.

Spin the bottle? REALLY?!!! LOL ...

Wow ... not they're just getting ridiculous ... XD ... "Hammer time?" Yeah, that's the worst one yet ... "Chetney needs sleep"? Slightly better, maybe ...

More rest, at least ... which is needed ...

Liam'#s giving Orym a point of exhaustion for NECESSITIES ... of course he is ... wee selfless lad ... we love him but he does punish himself sometimes ...

THAT'S what the Gambler's Blade does? DORIAN!!! O.O

Essek is a bit ... MOODY this morning ... hmmmm ...

"I like pulp!" XD

Ah, so everything's ready for them ,then? Sweet ... cue gearing up montage ... LOL ... oh, and descriptions too ...

Hot Shots: Part Deux for Chetney ... XD

Oh shit ... that's right ... they're back from the Moon ... IS Orym a little different? And our boy's a bit toussled now ... yeah, that's CUTE, I'm sure ...

Imogen's wearing PANTS now? Okay ...

Dorian's wearing "THE SLUTTIEST SHIRT"! Cute ...

Nipple talk ... oh dear ... XD

Oh wow ... Laudna's kind of giving me some subtle Harrow the Ninth vibes right now ...with a touch of DELILAH too, which is ... worrying, just a little ... O.O

Ashley's alwasy SO GOOD at weaving a beautiful picture, she really is ... and a utility belt. Yeah ... :3

Ashton's rocking a CROPTOP right now? Awwwwww ... and a spike trade with Fearne, too ... cute ... ooooooh ... and "Smiley Day" ... oh man ... I love it ...

Matt makes a rather pointed "prepare your spells" statement that everybody IMMEDIATELY takes as SUSPICIOUS and I'm right along with them. What are you planning, Mercer?

Yeah ... that fucking bloody apron's just gonna leave a trail behind them THE WHOLE WAY ...

Divvying up stuff ... here we go, ten minutes of inventory bookkeeping while we wait for the game itself to start up again ... XD

Ah ... sucking up one Ring of Protection with the harness ... hmmm ...

Imogen's jealous of Essek's floating thing ... not surprising ...

Ooooh ... ExU: Calamity recap ... cute ...

A FEW tries? Oh, I don't like the sound of that ...

Wow ... they're all REALLY crossing their fingers ... XD

Rolling a D100? Oh fuck ... 14? Hmmmmm ... ouch ... oh, that didn't go well ... they went NOWHERE and took 11 points of Force damage each ... bugger ...

Second try ... ANOTHER roll ... 45? Okay ... SEEMS like the right place ... an abandoned encampment? Interesting ... oh, sounds like it's NOT where they should be, then ...

Lyrengorm? Where?

He can only do it ONCE MORE for the day? Bollocks ...

A final roll ... 61 ... MORE snow ... much colder ... Orym's ENTIRELY BURIED ... a particularly AGGRESSIVE mountain range this time ... some kind of VERY fancy castle ... oh, so we ARE in Eisselcross ... but we're not sure WHERE ... oof ...

Crap ... they've been spotted ... by SOMEBODY ... big lumbering somebodies ...

Undead ice giants? Yeesh ... yeah, better hide ... argh ...

Matt: "There's a reason you took a BOAT to Esselcross last time!"

And now it's time for a break ...

Do they run? Do they fly? WHAT DO THEY DO?!!! Hiding's obviously out of the question ... eep ...

A DISTANT Command on one of them? Risky, Imogen ... "HALT!!!" Oh, it doesn't work on undead? BALLS ...

And now one of them flung a rock ... BAIT & SWITCH!!! Nice save, Orym! Crunch ... STILL 26 points of damage ... ow ...

There's a whole BUNCH of 'em coming now ... AAAAAAAH!!!

Essek's trying a HIGHER level Teleport ... okay ... one more roll ... 48? Oh bollocks, Laura! This is so bad ...

DO NOT give Mercer ideas, Ashley! O.O

More snow ... elsewhere ... hmmmm ... Essek has no idea where they are ... great ...

Yes. Sniff the wind, Chetney ... the air is THINNER ... oh, they're AT ALTITUDE right now ... cute ... on a mountain, then ... that's just PEACHY ...

Oh, if they had something FROM Aeor? I mean THEY COULD just use a piece of FCG ...

Looking into Essek's memories, then ... O.O ... and a glimpse of Aeor ... it's all VERY dramatic ...

Aha, a specific anchoring point ... good idea ...

Laura: "Guidance? Will that help?" Matt: "No, but it's nice to have." XD

So, the Staff ... oh boy ... this could go SO BAD .... she rolls 99 for it ... well, that's ... potentially good?

A frozen woodland glade ... Huh?

Don't shoot the rabbits with your harp, Chetney. They'll only explode and that's not what ANYONE wants ...

An amber coloured dome of energy over them? Oh, yeah, that definitely rings a bell ... XD

At least it's nice and warm in here ... although they are in danger of getting buried under the snow before morning ...

Essek's just IMMEDIATELY going to sleep, then ...

Fearne, you're adorable ... :3

Chetney's going hunting. WITH THE HARP. Oh boy ...

And he shoots a boar? Oh, okay, I suppose that's too big to just blow up ... food!

There's a huge city out there? Hmmmm ... no chance that's Vasselheim, maybe?

Time for food, then ...

Another try at Teleporting, then ... roll AGAIN ... 53? Fuck ...

They land ON THE SLOPE of a mountain ... AAAAAAAAAHHH!!!

Another jump ... another roll ... 46? No, NINETY-six ... somewhere icy and cold ... oh, that's it, then. They made it ... phew ...

Yup, they're here. On the VERY EDGE of the ruins, then ...

Time for Stealth, then ... group check time ... oh boy ... fucking hell, Travis ... 41?!!! How the FUCK did you do THAT?!!!

Shit ... are those more of theose undead ice giants? Oh no ... gods, bo what to know WHAT these things are ... eep ... O.O

Going down into the gloomy underground darkness ...

ICE TROLLS?!!! Lovely ... yeah, just GO QUIETLY, please ...

It's getting STUPID tight in here ... this is NOT GOOD ... Chetney's going ahead to check the route ...

Oh, that's a DROP. Great ... now what?

So they have to climb down with the rope ... great ... oh, Chet wonders if he could ICE-CLIMB down? I really don't know about that ... oh, the Immovable Rod, that shoudl be helpful ...

Yeah, this couldn't possibly go wrong ... O.O

A ruined courtyard? Fascinating ... smelling for anything alive down here ... a clean must? Strange ...

So he's climbing down, then ... okay ... the others getting down will be ... INTERESTING ...

Oh yeah, some light might be helpful now ...

Bones? Frozen into the ice underfoot? Hmmm ... that could be ... problematic ... and some bodies too ... oh lovely ... there's SOMETHING unpleasant down here, clearly ...

Wait ... WHO is this? Oh ... FUCK ... shit! Oh, that is SWEET!!! Nice callback ... O.O

So, going EAST then ...

The Praesidis Ward? Hmmm ...

A giant cavern that was once a city ... weird ...

It's getting WARMER? Hmmm ...

Fearne has a point ... this DOES look like that weird ruined city in the cavern on Ruidus ...

Wait ... there's SCARY things down here to be on the lookout for? Way to bury the lead there, Essek ...

Yeah, DO NOT TOUCH ANYTHING, people ...

He became a FISH. Really? Fascinating ...

Another Group Stealth check ... generally good rolls once more ...

Skeletons? Lots of them? Great ... this place is like a necromancer's wet dream ... I really hope this isn't where Mercer's heading with this ...

Grim Psychometry? IN HERE?!!! Whoa, Chet ...

That is ... troubling and not terribly infomrative, really ...

Crap ... was that a troll?

Moving on, then ...

Weird creepy corpse ... which wasn't there LAST TIME Essek passed through ... charming ... it IS moving, but, like, RIDICULOUSLY slow? Oh, that's unnerving ...

Imogen, AGAIN, don't touch ...

Oh, this seems like a nice, fancy place ... but Essek's not taking any chances with it, clearly ... and somebody's been through here, too ... hmmm ...

HE did this? Interesting ... well, at least he hasn't lost his sense of humour ...

Another cavern ... more industrial environs this time ... fascinating ... and it's curving UPWARDS as it goes ...

The Genesis Ward ...

It just smells of metal and water ... okay ...

So we have a specific destination now, then ...

What, try to home in on Ludinus' Harness? Could that work?

Oh, so there really ARE other things moving around in here besides the group ... that's disconcerting ...

A tent? Really? Well THAT is a pretty major sign of life ... I think they may have found what they're looking for ...

Arcane Eye? Cool ...

Oh, so something happened here ... something VIOLENT, according to the blood ... and CORPSES ... Ruby Vanguard? Oh wow ... THAT'S interesting ... this was ... relatively recent, looks like ...

More of an eagele's eye view of the cavern now ... a big jagged hole in the floor, off in the distance ... great ...

Heading in to take a look at the tent, then ...

So the deaths happened within a space of DAYS, then ... it looks like they all killed EACH OTHER?!!! O.O ... whoever did this was ENJOYING themselves? Charming ... and one of them killed HIMSELF ... and apparently was very HAPPY when he did it ... that's just LOVELY ...

It's a pretty nondescript knife, Imogen ...

Grim Psychometry again, then ... oh boy ...

Oh, so the elf was the one who killed them all ... really violently, with SIGNIFICANT manic strength ... carves soemthing into his chest ... and then kills himself too ... wow ...

Chetney DRAMATICALLY unveils the elf's chest ... a sigil ... what is it, then? Ask Essek ... he doesn;t recognise it ... Laudna casts Eyes of the Rune Keeper ... no joy, it seems ... hmmmmm ...

Oh ... Laudna asks DELILAH if she recognises it ... great ... she doesn't either ... great ...

Don't take a pee on the arcane time dome, Orym ...

Something's grinding out there ... stone on stone ...

A group stelth check, but grading everyone individually as they hide? Oh boy ...

Two groups, then ... roill well, guys ...

It's VERY TALL ... oh boy ... that is DISTURBING ... that's like ... it's a hood, but it DOESN'T actually have a head? Ye gods ... and it has a VERY BIG HAMMER it's gragging behind it ... and there's LOTS of teeth in a maw in its belly ... well THAT noise was just unsettling, Matthew ...

Fuck ... a whole bunch of creepy translucent scorpion-like creatures seem to crawl OUT OF IT ... charming ... and they're searching the area ...

Laudna just gave herself away ... and they're all going RIGHT FOR HER now ... oh fuck ...

And THIS is where Matt chooses to end it ... but not before he gives us a look at the Battlemap for next session ... and it's MASSIVE ...

Oh, this is gonna be a SCARY encounter to start things off next time ... But it's the end of the month, so that's gonna be a FORTNIGHT'S wait ...

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!

[rickybaby]

[megumi-fm]

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[ravencromwell]

Finally decided to indulge in the Siuan/Moiraine meta I've been wanting to write for ages now, musing on the differences in psychology ensuing from their significantly different arcs within the book and show and why Siuan's actions at season 2's apex are entirely in psychological sync with her show portrayal, even if they swerve wildly from the books.

Let's start with some Siuan back-story context. In the books, Tear was undeniably an unfriendly city for those with the One Power. But that translated, in practical terms, to Aes Sedai keeping their stays there brief, and girls who could touch The Source being quickly bustled off to the Tower. There were no Aes Sedai advisers, as in other kingdoms etc., but neither was there the virulent hostility of the show.

Siuan left Tear quickly in the books—the first day she was discovered to have the Power, but only because a sister was traveling through and didn't wish to delay returning to The Tower for such pesky things as sentimental goodbyes. Was that harsh? Absolutely. But the world of the books is exceedingly harsh in some respects, giving girls little to no choice about becoming Sisters, should they be discovered harboring abilities. (Much of Nynaeve's back-story involved hiding her powers precisely because she didn't fancy being ripped from The Two Rivers.)

Siuan faces a much different harshness in the show. The show doesn't do a great job explaining this, but The Dragon's Fang, which is etched onto Siuan's door before her house is unceremoniously torched, is a sign of immense contempt for Dark Friends. Within show Tear, a wary mistrust of Aes Sedai has curdled into something much more dangerous. All use of The Power is suspect, because if men's half was tainted, there's nothing to say women won't go suddenly mad, too.

It's worth remembering as well here that book Siuan was roughly fifteen when she went to The Tower. Now, I'm totally blind, and audio description doesn't give me an age for tiny show-Siuan, but if she's anywhere near puberty, I'll eat my metaphorical hat. And instead of being shepherded to The Tower, she had to flee for her life.

In her family's only means of support, I might ad. Book Siuan was by no means well-to-do, but she was firmly in the middling ranks of the working poor. Show Siuan's family are on the fucking destitution brink y'all. And she took her father's livelihood. Dying destitute ain’t fuckin pretty.

Siuan is not a stupid kid, and she clearly adores the shit out of her papa. The first thing that little girl did the millisecond she got any privileges? Wrote to her papa.

And more than likely, Berden never wrote back. It wouldn't take her long to figure out what'd happened. Moiraine is at great pains to tell Alana Jenny was not "her" support dog, and we laugh it off as oh, look at Moiraine being all adorably prim. Which in one sense, it totally is. But I'd almost guarantee you there's a deeper layer there: it wasn't "hers"; it was "theirs" because once Siuan found out her beloved papa was dead, they both needed something to cuddle.

This may seem like somewhat of a digression, but I'm maundering on because in the books yes, Dark Friends are evil. But they're evil because they caused a terrible cataclysm many thousands of years ago that killed lots of people, and they wanna do it again. There's no personal skin in the game for our beloved ladies, except they get thrust into the job through a convergence of some very complicated circumstances—I'd recommend any show-only watchers read "New Spring" because while I love almost all the changes the show has made ferociously, the way Siuan and Moiraine undertake the search is vastly more plausible as presented by Jordan there.

For Siuan in the show, by contrast, Dark Friend has _very personal ramifications. Dark Friends caused the corrosive mistrust that got her papa _killed! And Moiraine, better than _anyone, knows how that broke her.

And she _knows full well she could be deposed simply for having a relationship with Moiraine. The sensible thing to keep all the awful people from committing terrible crimes that will reverberate down the centuries to impact a little girl just as she was impacted would be to keep both their noses clean. And yet, she loves Moiraine so much that she'll take that risk to maintain not only an alliance about Rand, but a romantic relationship which could, realistically, be discovered much more easily.

And now, Moiraine, the woman who parroted back her beloved father's words of farewell about how Siuan was as clever as a pike and strong as the tides seemingly willfully lied; seemingly became a _Dark _Friend. Even her admonition that Lanfear is "too strong" must bring up so many awful questions: just how long have they been working together for her to know that? Because from Siuan's perspective, what it looks like is Lanfear coming in, guns blazing, to save her accomplice, Moiraine.

When Siuan says that there are rules and they have to abide by them, it's reflecting profoundly deep fears—not only about what Rand could do, but the kind of hatred toward those with The Power it could foster. For twenty years, she's put those fears aside. And now it appears that her going against Tower Law has lost her Moiraine to the Forsaken, and made terrible outcomes nigh on inevitable. And people are really confused about why she looks beaten?

Hell, from her perspective, forget Lanfear's entrance. The very fact Moiraine seemingly lied to her and is now talking about love must seem such a cruel mockery: laughing at Siuan's weakness; just as, perhaps, she was laughing at her with that parting comment in The Tower: an Amyrlin Seat still so swayed by what her papa told her so many years ago. (Yeah, we know it was as close as she could come to an I love you, but how the hell is Siuan supposed to know that, given everything?) This was not willful emotional abuse on someone she knew to be acting in good faith, but a reaction to the person she loved enough to risk the fucking Amyrlin Seat for becoming a monster!

Do I wish they'd picked _any other direction for their relationship? Yes, yes I damn well do. There was plenty to play with for angst factor by having the coup go down as it does in the books: Moiraine not being there to save her when all Siuan wanted was more time together, for one thing. Moiraine needlessly obfuscating in front of Siuan and  the other Sisters in S1, when Leandrin already knew! about the Two Rivers folk. Thinking she was being canny, when all she did was get herself pointlessly exiled so she couldn't protect Siuan? Quite enough of an angst sandwich, thanks ever so, without this new development. But! if they were going to include this, Siuan reacted precisely as I would expect her to, given the context I've outlined above, not in some madly ooc fashion worthy of the tags descending into emotional abuse discourse.

[imaginarianisms]

more asoiaf comparisons, parallels & antiparallels to the first dance of the dragons vs the second & final dance of the dragons (& possibly the sixth blackfyre rebellion): the blacks being daenerys i targaryen's supporters, the golds being aegon vi targaryen's supporters, tommen baratheon being a close equivalent to gaemon palehair & his mother essie & sylvenna sand which may be interpreted as a parallel with queen cersei lannister & taena merryweather of myr, trystane truefyre being a close equivalent to aegon/young griff & perkin being jon connington & the shepherd being the new high septon the high sparrow, dalton greyjoy being euron i greyjoy's ancestor & the latter surpassing him, alyn waters later alyn velaryon resembling aurane waters later aurane velaryon & finishing what their ancestors started. history repeats itself.

[iliveinprocrasti-nationn]

i hate going “hey i might not be up to hanging out im just not doing well mentally” but also i know if im either constantly panicking or completely out of it while we’re hanging out then it won’t go well

[paeonie-s]

im still freaking out abt denji that was such a good fucking chapter

[earlgreybocchan]

Animating this season like you can't have the slightest bit of jest and god forbid jesting about yaoi

[preciousbasketcasexx]

Just. Venting cause idk where else to do that.