#i’m watching the movie for the first time lol and this shit goes nasty i love it

[honimello]

okay but what if i wrote a phantom of the opera au where terzo is erik????? (and he’s evil but we like him so that’s ok)

[truglori]

Sneaky Link 🔗

Synopsis: Black Reader and Eric find each other online!

Pairing: Erik Stevens x Black Reader

Warning: Language, Smutt, Raw sex

Flopping on the bed Y/N found herself bored for the fourth Friday night in a row. This was supposed to be the season of hook ups and living her best carefree lifestyle that she had planned out but yet is was the exact opposite. Being on summer break from college Y/N had to come back home with the schools being closed. It was something she dreaded.

Home for her wasn’t the best place to be. Between her judgmental and nagging parents and older brother, Chris, Y/N was ecstatic when she discovered that she would be going to a school that was over three hundred miles away. Being four hours away gave her enough freedom knowing that she didn’t have any one breathing down her neck or snitching to her parents about whatever she did. With it only being her sophomore year Y/N loved the college lifestyle.

Getting up she went to her window to open it and put in her square fan. Her air conditioner that she always kept in her room was now being used by her brother so she had to settle for this. Turning the knob she felt the warm cool breeze coming through and taking up the room. Walking back to her bed she logged into her laptop going onto the web browser. Clicking the history she found the website she was searching for and tapped it.

Quick Link popped up on her screen. It was a site that allowed people to meet and chat with other people. Even though Y/N has been going on it for weeks now back and forth, she never met one person that she has chatted with yet. She was okay with talking to them online and even over the phone but the thought of seeing them in person scared her. With all of the Lifetime movies and ID channel she would watch, doing something as small as meeting up with them could be dangerous.

Y/N scrolled through her recent messages. She had over ninety-nine notifications. She knew that she wasn’t going to reply to them all, only the once she found cute. It was like a broken record being played. They all inbox her with the same messages, hey sexy! Y/N rolled eyes at the un-originality. To her it seem like the guys didn’t even try to put in any effort.

Tapping on the keyboard she began to text back the handful that she found attractive when she got two notifications. Hurrying up her sentence she exited out of the chat and clicking on her new direct messages.

HandsomeAssNigga👅- Y/N, what in the hell is yo ass doing on this shit...10:35pm

HandsomeAssNigga👅- And I know you still online. I can see the green bubble by ya picture...10:36pm

Y/N squinted at the name. Who the hell was this texting her like they knew her? The question alone made her stomach flutter at the idea of getting caught on a dating site by someone she knew or knew her. Clearly this person recognized her enough to boldly message her. Clicking on their username she went to their page. Her heart stopped and thighs clenched at the same time.

It was Erik fucking Stevens aka her brother’s childhood best friend. Chris and Erik were the same age and only three years older than Y/N. Growing up Y/N stayed crushing on Erik. It was his braids that he rocked back in the day that had her drooling over him but also how nice he was to her. Y/N remembered the time when she was a freshman in high school and Chris and Erik were both Juniors she would always get a ride with them every morning in his 2005 Honda Accord. He would steal glances at her through his rear view mirror that only she would catch but to afraid to ask him about it.

There would be times that she would find underwear from a girl tucked under the backseat. Y/N heard about the rumored that went around the school that Erik was a player. An experienced one at that. He was grown before his time and with the way the lucky girls who had a chance to sleep with him describe it, he gave dick like he was a grown man as well.

Hearing that did nothing but spark the flame that she felt about him. She wanted to experience it herself. But being the quiet and timid person she was then, she never did. It wasn’t until Y/N went to college where she lost her virginity her freshman and started having sex on the regular with her ex who was also her first. From the first few times they did it, she could never cum from penetration. Y/N thought it was normal and that every girl dealt with it until she shared a few stories with her friends and they would tell her about the way their guys would make them squirt.

Squirting was something Y/N always wanted to do but could never achieve with her guy. She loved feeling him inside of her stretching her open but he was a quick pumper. He came too fast for her and couldn’t last long enough to get her to nut. So after every session she would take her bullet and tortured her clit until she felt her cream escaping her hole. Not having sex since the last time she was at school had Y/N body extremely horny and hot and ready like a little ceasars pizza.

Clicking through his pictures had her clenching her thighs. After he graduated high school, the graduation was the last place she seen Erik. She wasn’t even sure if Chris and him were still close friends. But what she could say is that he grew up very nice. He now had dreads that hung over his eyes with a clean shape up to top it off. His teeth pearly and white accompanied by gold canines he was wearing in every other picture and last but not least his body was everything. Standing at 6’3 and looking like a solid 215 from her view Erik was fine as fuck.

Giggling and embarrassed with herself she replied back.

BlackBeauty- Erik omg...this is so embarrassing. How did you find me?...10:40pm

Biting the nail on her thumb she waited for him to answer her. To her surprise he wrote back fairly faster than what she expected.

HandsomeAssNigga👅- Noticed yo little ass on the explore page. I know you not on here meeting with these wack ass niggas...10:42pm

She laughed re-reading his message. To her it sound like it was possessive but she didn’t want to over think it.

BlackBeauty- Never!! I am not stupid. I haven’t met one person yet...10:44pm

Hitting the send button she rolled her eyes noticing herself getting desperate from his attention.

HandsomeAssNigga👅-Okay bet! I don’t wanna have to fuck you up youngin 😈...10:47pm

Biting her lip, she stared down the emoji. She wondered what that meant. She wondered in what way did he meant when he said he would fuck her up. At this point Y/N was dripping between her thick thighs.

BlackBeauty- What about you? I know you out here fucking these bitches you meet on here. Don’t lie lol...10:49pm

Y/N didn’t want to seem nosy, she was just trying to make conversation.

HandsomeAssNigga👅- Damn you cuss now? And second of all don’t be worried about what I do with my dick. I’m grown and that’s different...10:51pm

Bringing a hand down to her covered pussy Y/N caressed it. The warmth coming through her panties and cotton shorts. She didn’t know what it was but the way he was responding had her feeling a type of way. She wasn’t the shy young girl anymore he used to know and she wanted to make that clear.

BlackBeauty- I’m grown too Erik 💦...10:53pm

Her heart beat sped up when she sent the text not knowing how he was going to respond.

HandsomeAssNigga👅- To who? I know ya young ass ain’t out here fuckin yet. You was too shy for that last time I saw you. Even if you was, I know you ain’t getting know real dick...10:55pm

HandsomeAssNigga👅- What’s that emoji supposed to represent? Ya pussy or sum shit? Let me find out Y/N 👿...10:56pm

There goes that little devil that had her questioning herself again.

BlackBeauty- I get dick on the regular. Good dick! And yes Erik that emoji reps my pussy. Same young pussy that’ll be too wet for you to handle! I’ll have you drownin in my shit...10:59pm

Y/N could always talk a good game online. It was where she could be get as nasty as she wanted without actually putting in work. The guys who would hit her up loved her foreplay that she had spit over the internet and she was fortunate enough where they never pressed her to meet in person.

HandsomeAssNigga👅- Bring that pussy here and I’ma show you if I’ll drown in it. Stop fucking playing with me Y/N if you not gonna pull up. I don’t do this back and forth teasing shit. You tryna do a Sneaky Link or what?...11:02pm

Checking the hall Y/N seen that the lights were off. Her parents were most likely sleeping and Chris always worked Friday nights. This was the perfect time and opportunity to leave. She would have to sneak the keys from the key holder and use her dad’s car to get to his place. Y/N didn’t do this on the regular but because it was Erik she was curious. She wanted to see for herself if all of the rumors were true. Y/N was going to fuck him tonight.

BlackBeauty- Send me the addy..I’m on my way...11:04pm

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After showering and preparing for her dick appointment Y/N successfully snuck out of the house. She put his address in her GPS. It was a twenty minute drive to get to his apartment. Putting the car in park and turning it off, Y/N felt the butterflies in her stomach grow while walking into the building. Taking her phone out she went to his message and looking up the apartment number he gave her. Apartment 3B.

Knocking on the door. She held her hands together tightly. She was beyond nervous and rethinking her decision as her heart kept thumping. She couldn’t believe that she was really going to go through this. After so many years of fantasizing about him in her room she was finally going to see the real thing. Y/N only wondered if it was as good as she hoped.

The door swung open showing Erik sipping on a glass of dark liquor. In nothing but a tight wife beater that clung to his chest and his sweats that hung low Y/N could see the print poking through so visibly. It looked like he was free balling it.

“Damn ma. You wasn’t lying about getting grown. You look good as shit.” Erik sipped from his glass. He stepped aside inviting her in.

Y/N smiled softly going inside. She only took a few steps in and stood to the side waiting for him. She heard the door lock behind her as it caused her to gulp hard on her spit.

Erik eyed her with his low eyes. He chuckled seeing that she was clearly nervous.

“So that’s ya thing?” His voice was low and deeper than what she remembered.

“What’s my thing?” Her soft voice speaking up.

“Talking shit online but quiet it person.” He stated putting her on the spot.

Y/N smacked her lips and rolled her eyes. “Whatever.” She turned facing his livingroom.

“Nah ain’t no whatever. What’s good ma? Where that big girl energy go?” He walked up behind her pressing his body into hers. The hand that wasn’t holding his cup wrapped around her waist gripping the small pudge on her stomach.

Y/N shivered when she felt his dick on her ass. Her assumption was right. He wasn’t wearing any underwear beneath his sweats. She could feel the coldness of his chains on her shoulder when he leaned on her due to her only wearing a tank top. She grabbed his hand, not pushing him away but holding on to him.

“I’m here aren’t I?” She gazed at him over her shoulder.

He smirked at her smart remark. “You need anything before we start? A drink, blunt, something to help you calm ya scary ass down.” He teased.

She pushed his hand from around her waist and folded her arms. “I’m not scary Erik. If I was I wouldn’t be here.”

“Then why you barely saying shit?” He licked his lips.

Y/N shrugged. “It’s just been a while since I saw you. You look...different.” Playing with her diamond earning, she occupied her fingers.

“I may look different but I’m still the same Erik that used to jack ya brother up every time he fucked with you when no one was looking. Ain’t shit changed about me ma so you can relax. I’m tryna take care of you tonight.” He spoke stepping closer.

They were now face to face. Y/N’s frame staring up into his 6’3 one. When she would inhale she could smell his expensive cologne mix with the Hennessy he’s been sipping on since she got here.

“Okay.” She answered with a bite of her bottom lip.

Erik groaned at the action. Both of his hands behind his back now, he bent down to her level to meet her halfway. “C’mere.” He demanded a kiss with messy dreads hanging over his eyes.

Meeting him where he was, Y/N listened giving him one. The taste of the dark liquor transferring over to her taste buds from his tongue invading her mouth. The warmth of it made her melt under him and causing her head to lean back. She was already growing weak just from the kiss.

Erik reached behind her slapping her ass and gripping it with his free hand. “Fuck you doing all that for and I ain’t even do shit yet.” He spoke against her lips peaking through his eyelids.

“Hurry up then daddyy.” Y/N whined.

“That’s my name for the night? I like that shit.” He walked them backwards until they reached his room which wasn’t far away from the front.

Placing his glass down on his dresser he lifted her up by her thighs, picking her up. Y/N squealed from the unexpected action. She held onto his neck hoping he wouldn’t drop her. Erik chuckled playing with her ass cheeks before laying her down on the bed gently.

“You sucked dick before...miss grown?” Bringing his hand down, he massaged his print through his sweats.

Leaning up on the palm of her hands, Y/N nodded answering yes. She did it plenty of times with her ex, who she could make cum quickly off of head alone but the way Erik was grabbing his tool made her think differently.

“So what’s up then? Come show me what that mouth do?”

Kicking off her sandals Y/N got off the bed. His eyes stayed glued to her. Getting on her knees in front of him she tugged the sides of the grey sweats and pulled them down to his mid thigh. His dick sprung out almost hitting her in the face had she been centimeters closer.

Long and thick was what it was. A beautiful smooth brown texture covered his heavy package. Y/N felt her mouth watered thinking about how her cream and juices would look being all over it. This man was truly blessed and so far proving the rumors to be true.

Erik twisted his hips side to side wagging it in front of her. He lifted the wife beater up and tucked it under his chin so that he can get a good view.

Grabbing the base of his length Y/N eyed it. She was trying to figure out ways to be able to swallow this monster without choking. Sticking her tongue out she tapped his tip against it. A string from her saliva on her tongue being attached to his head every time they separated. With her prior experience and watching porn she grew to have her own technique.

Y/N allowed the spit to build up in her mouth when she sucked on his tip. No nigga likes dry head and she wasn’t going to start giving it today. She wanted it to be extra sloppy for Erik. Tightening her jaws she went up and down on his dick. Taking only about four inches of him and using her spit to stroke the rest of him. With just the little bit of his length she was able to take she could already feel him reaching her back.

“Fuck that throat feel good. Shitt!” Erik groaned gripping her tight kinky curls and putting them into a ponytail. He tilted his head watching her go stupid on his dick. He sucked in his lower lip when she began to swivel her head around.

Long drips of spit went falling down on her black tank top. Erik’s eyebrows scrunched up the moment he felt her take his balls in her mouth and suck on them lightly while stroking his tip. His stomach started to tighten and his toes dug into his carpet. This girl was trying to take his soul the way she sucking him up.

“Man whatchu doing Y/N?” Erik asked amazed, closing his eyes for a second. He couldn’t remember the last time he had head this good.

“I’m showing you that I’m grown daddy.” She answered coming up.

Now both of her hands were focused on playing with his balls while she sucked his tip and some of the few inches she was able to reach. Her eyes stared into his not stopping at all. She had him right where she wanted him. She could tell from the way his breathing sped up that he was getting weak and ready to bust a nut. Y/N tightened her suction to make it happen when she felt him pull her off by her hair.

Erik took one hand gripping her spit covered chin and tilted her head up to look at him. “Fuck is you doing sucking my dick like that ma? You tryna make me hold you hostage for the whole night?” He asked seriously.

Y/N giggled. “I just wanna make you cum Daddy.” She reached for his tip and gripped it making him jerk forward.

Erik smacked his lips annoyed that she had him feeling like sensitive. “Chill with that. Let me fuck you first before you suck this nut out.”

Helping her up and placing her back on the bed Erik slide off her biker shorts tossing them somewhere. Underneath them she had on some cotton hipster panties with little rainbows spreaded everywhere. Erik laughed when he seen it.

“Why you wearing shit like this ma?” He teased stepping out of his pants and getting on the bed.

“Because it’s cute. Why you worried about what I’m wearing instead of taking them off?” Y/N mocked his question.

Erik smirked bringing his hand up to the piece of cloth and ripping them straight down the middle and threw them on the ground. A gasp left Y/N lips as she was shocked from him doing that. Slapping his forearm, her lips went into a pout becoming upset.

“Erik, I just brought those two weeks ago.” She smacked the hand that was rubbing her thigh.

“You said to take them off. My bad. That’s the way I usually do it.” He lifted her legs by the back of her thighs while he consoled her as a distraction.

Y/N was frustrated at the fact that he ripped her new panties but also that she wasn’t going to have any to wear back home after this link.

“I don’t care how you do it, you shouldn’t have- ohh shiitt!” Her rant was cut off with the sound of moans leaving her mouth.

Holding her legs by the back of her knees Y/N glanced down to see Erik flicking her clit. The tip of his tongue felt wet and firm, in a good way. She really started to feel it when he took one hand and spread her phat pussy lips. Now her clit was out in the open and more accessible. Erik’s eyes met hers through his dreads when his lips wrapped around her bud and began to suck.

“Mm fuck...daddyy!” The sensation had Y/N’s hips thrusting to meet his vacuum like suction. So powerful and wet.

“I want you to cum on this fuckin tongue!” His words were muffled by the lips of her pussy surrounding his but it was enough to reach her ears. Taking a hand he smacked her outer thigh making his demand clear.

Her warm and slick juices ran out of her opening. It was something about the way he commanded her to nut that made her wetter and willing. Y/N liked to be dominated. Lifting up the tank top and pulling it up to her chest she tweaked and flipped her nipples adding to the stimulation. For her the feeling of having her nipples played with while getting her pussy ate made her orgasm a hundred times better.

“Eat this fucking pussy b-babyy-“ She whimpered feeling a tear slide down the corner of her eye.

Even though he noticed it, Erik didn’t stop. The juices that he caught in his mouth made it hard. He loved a good tasting ass pussy. Y/N definitely had one. Moving his assault from her clit he put his tongue in her tight opening. He began to fuck her with it. Erik put his hands under her ass cheeks and got a good cuff before bringing her back and forth on his stiff tongue. With the way her legs were still in the air he could see Y/N toes curl the second he started the action. She began leaking so quickly. Erik chuckled inwardly when he felt her walls squeezing on him.

“Mhm.” He moaned teasing her.

Y/N was cumming from the second time just off of his mouth alone. She reached down to rub her clit while he stuck his tongue deep inside her. She ain’t never got head this good before back at college. Her thighs began to shake as she felt another mini orgasm hit. Her pussy growing sensitive and overstimulated.

Grabbing his dreads she lifted his head up. “Daddy you was eating my pussy so good. Fuckk!” She moaned with a quiver in her voice.

“Now I’m bout to beat this pussy up real good too. Turn around. I want that ass from the back.” Erik barked getting on his knees.

Swiftly taking off her tank top, Y/N turned around like he said and got on all fours. She felt a firm smack to her right ass cheek. Moaning she rocked back and forth and twerked each cheek individually. Y/N looked over her shoulder behind her seeing Erik watching her move it so effortlessly. His hands went up to her waist and pulled her closer to him. Now she could feel her mound rubbing against his bare hard rock hard stick.

“Doing all this ass shaking, you better not try to run from the dick. I don’t want none of that.” He gripped a cheek spreading it watching her pussy lips follow.

“I’m not gon run daddy..I promise.” She reassured him softly.

Erik gripped the base of his length. Smacking it against her her clit he played with it for a while to warm her up. When he heard her moaning and seen her backing up against him he knew she was ready. Erik sent a drip of spit on the tip of his dick and rubbed it over it with a free hand. He teasingly dipped in and out of her tight hole. Y/N pussy was tight as fuck and he knew he had to work his way in. Getting deeper and deeper with each inch her warm wet walls clung on to him.

“Ooh fuck!” Y/N eyes closed not expecting him to feel like this. Erik was stretching her pussy out. Her arms sprawled out in front of her gripping his sheets.

“Tight ass pussy you got. What happened to getting dick on the regular? Hmm?” Holding her down by the small of her back Erik made her arch deeper as he stroked her slick walls.

Y/N’s mouth couldn’t close or make a sound. From the position he had her in she couldn’t move or run if she wanted to. Pinned down and made to take it. Erik was dicking her down. His heavy fat dick busting her pussy open and touching her stomach. Fuck that. He was putting it in her chest. Y/N reached behind her to hold on to his wrist while he pounded her pussy with precision. Her face smashed into the bed. His dick was too good for her.

“Ooh baby... Daddy don’t fuck me like this!” She shouted not knowing what she was saying. Y/N didn’t want him to stop but she couldn’t handle the pressure he was putting on her bladder.

Erik didn’t have just a big dick that could stretch a pussy out. He knew how to fuck with it. When he stroked he didn’t use his whole body he worked his hips and that’s what drove bitches crazy about him. Erik would fuck like he was trying to make a baby.

“I thought you came here to get fucked?” He asked lifting off her. He bended one knee and balanced his weight on his foot pressing it into the bed. His hand wrapped around her throat as he caught a rhythm making her throw it back on him.

The sound of skin clapping filled the room. Y/N’s arch was now the deepest it’s ever been with Erik choking her from behind and making her head tilt up towards the ceiling. Cramping in her stomach let her know that she was about to break. She was finally about to cum from penetration alone. His curved tip would press on a spot she didn’t know she had there causing her legs to convulse. Her whimpers and moans only encouraged him to keep doing what he was doing. Which was tearing her pussy up.

“Shiitt!!” She cursed grabbing onto her titty to have something to hold on.

Erik bit his lip seeing her ass tremble from her orgasm and feeling her squeezing his dick with a vice grip. He slapped her left cheek before pulling out to flip her over on her back. Looking down at his meat it was covered in her creamy juices. His dick jumped at the sight.

“Good ass pussy.” He mumbled in a trance.

Using the weight of his hips he thrusted finding his way back inside of her. The warm wet tunnel closing in on him. Erik lifted up the wife beater that was still on in the mist, and brought it up under his chin tucking it to move it out of his way. His hands found the back of her thighs and pinned them against her chest. He began stroking and getting deeper from the angle.

Being trapped from his hold that he had on her, the only thing Y/N could do was bring her hands to his hips trying to interrupt his movements. Y/N didn’t like this feeling. He was going too deep. Deeper than what she was used to. Shaking her head from side to side she pushed at his hips that only kept going due to her weak and trembling arms not being able to produce enough strength.

“Move ya fuckin hands.” He demanded while keeping his steady stroke. Erik cussed under his breath hearing the smacking sounds coming from her hole that could be mistaken for a pot of mac and cheese being stirred. That’s how good Y/N pussy was.

Her tight walls gripped his dick. Erik looked between their bodies watch the beautiful art being made. Her pussy following him whenever he pulled out to the tip just to be sucked back in. Pussy as good and wet as hers always got him to bust hard. He was close. Leaning down to her neck he kissed and sucked her skin while having her pinned down taking his length. Erik felt her walls slick up and knew she was about to nut again.

“Let that shit go mama.” He whispered in her neck.

Y/N’s nails scratched against his back. Her eyes wailed up with tears feeling the pressure in her stomach building up. She lost count of how many times he had made her cum tonight but she knew she was grateful and only prayed that this wasn’t the last time she got dick this bomb.

“Unhh.” She couldn’t produce any words. Her toes curled as she gazed at the ceiling feeling her body shake.

“There you go.” He pecked her neck.

Erik talked her through her nut while he continued to chase his. It wasn’t long before he felt his dick throb and grow inside of her. Pulling out he climbed on top of her holding his body up with one hand pressed into the bed as he stroked his dick with the other. Y/N opened her mouth and sucked his tip. She could feel his seed spilling on her tongue and traveling down her throat. She wasn’t usually a swallower but the way he had just fucked her he deserved to have his dick milked.

“Ahh shit!” Erik cursed caressing her jaw as he watched her suck him dry. She was cleaning both her juices and his nut off of his dick.

A popping sound escaped her mouth when she released him. Y/N’s body couldn’t move as she laid back staring at him with disbelief. Erik caught her face expression.

“What?” He asked standing on the side of the bed.

“Nothing. It’s just the rumors that I heard about you were all true. You do give some good dick.” Turning to lay on her side Y/N smiled.

Erik laughed. “Yeah well I could say the same about you.”

Her brows knitted in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Little birdy that goes to your college told me about how good ya pussy was. Had to find out for myself.” He smirked at her.

“Erik what are you talking about?” Y/N sat up.

“I’m talking about your ex that you fuck from time to time is my second cousin. Nigga couldn’t stop running his mouth about you. Small world ain’t it?”

He paused watching the confusion clouding over her face. “Besides why else you think I had hit you up tonight? It damn sure wasn’t to reminisce over the past.”

Taking off the wife beater, Erik leaned down to kiss her lips before walking away.

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[sortasirius]

what makes you think the writers want deancas? not trying to be an asshole, i'm just genuinely curious as to why you think that. i know berens' episodes are pretty heavy with subtext so i can see why you'd say that he wants it, but i'm not so sure about the rest of the writers/dabb. it seems like meghan isn't a huge fan either, given her "they twisted it so fast" tweet :/ of course she's a very new writer (think she's only writing one ep this season?) but still

OKAY this is a great question, welcome to my dissertation.

I’m going to address the end of your question first. Meghan is actually DeanCas positive, she has been for quite a long time. She actually, a few years back, posted a picture of her reading a literal book about Destiel and captioned it “writing reading” or something like that.

This whole thing just comes out of a boiling over of tensions because of how nasty fandom twitter can be. Like I said here, I think this has just gotten blown out of proportion, they shouldn’t have posted all this randomly disparaging stuff, but also like...can you blame them? The fandom is a lot, we always have been, and they’re probably also under a gag order not to talk about the finale, and are annoyed that people keep asking.

So nah, Meg is not anti Destiel.

To the first part!! So let’s take a look at the show runners since Cas has been around.

Seasons 4 and 5: Kripke

Seasons 6 and 7: Gamble

Seasons 8-11ish: Carver

Seasons 11ish-15: Dabb

So starting with Kripke. Okay, yes, I will be the first to admit that we have some pretty incredible Destiel moments in these seasons, but it’s less directly written into the plot and much more from Misha and Jensen’s uhhhh ~chemistry~. The only times it was directly written into the script was when the episode was handled by someone like Edlund (“On The Head Of A Pin,” “The End,” “My Bloody Valentine”). And you have to remember, if in season 5, there are moments here and there where you’re like huh that’s suspiciously romantic dialogue, remember that Cas took Anna’s place. Anna was supposed to be endgame for Dean, but due to a myriad of issues and Misha’s general greatness, Anna was replaced with Cas.

Onto 6 and 7. Hmmm. Gamble. 6 and 7 are my two least favorite seasons and that’s no secret, and that’s not only due to the plain old weird shit in the overall storyline, but also that homegirl killed off Cas in s7 and then Bobby like four episodes later. (Also it ALWAYS rubbed me the wrong way they couldn’t have Baby in that season lol). We still had some great DeanCas moments, but again, it wasn’t really written into the overall arc (until they had to change the end of season 7 because of tanking ratings and bring Misha back lol, anyone remember the fact that Dean kept Cas’ jacket and would randomly dream of him? Yeah.). But we still had those moments, those distinctly romantic moments, probably the best example in these two seasons is from Edlund again, specifically “The Man Who Would be King,” I wrote a little about that here.

We move onto Carver, who gave us, at this point, the most overt DeanCas season with season 8 (season gr8 is a better name imo), and this is the first time Dean and Cas’ relationship is directly written as an arc of the season.  I mean, you have everything in Purgatory, Dean “seeing” Cas everywhere, the fact that he felt so guilty that Cas stayed in Purgatory that he manipulated his own memories to think that he was the one that failed Cas, because he couldn’t comprehend that Cas would want to leave him, and let’s not forget Dean snapping Cas out of Naomi’s hold on him in “Goodbye Stranger.”  It was a very obvious shift, not enough to alert the general audience, but more than enough for most of us in fandom.

It’s also important to note that this is when Andrew stopped co writing with Loflin and started writing his own episodes (”Hunter Heroici” anyone?)  I like Loflin fine, but Dabb was able to stretch his legs a little bit more once he stopped co-writing, and we also began to see some DeanCas themes in his solo episodes.

In any case, them and their issues being a big part of the seasons continued with Carver, and Berens entered the scene, his first episode (”Heaven Can’t Wait”) is one of my favorites, with human Cas and the fanfiction gap and Dean and Cas just generally being awkward and funny and sweet.  This is Bobo’s FIRST episode, remember that.  He comes right out of the gate with it.

Also in Season 9, this is when Dean takes the Mark of Cain, and the Cas/Colette mirror is born, so obviously, Dean and Cas are the fabric of the season once again.  This is also the season where Metatron says Cas is “in love with humanity,” and then immediately refers to Dean as Humanity so uhhhh yeah.

Onto season 10, Dabb and Berens continue with their greatness (I could write pages on the DeanCas date in “The Things We Left Behind” alone).  And then we have one of the best scenes in the entire show in “The Prisoner” where the Cas/Colette mirror continues and Dean, driven by grief and pain and rage and the Mark, still doesn’t kill Cas.  He still can’t kill Cas.

Season 11 is important because it takes choice away from both Cas and Dean, and shows us, as the audience, how much losing each other takes out of them. We saw in season 10 how much losing Dean takes from Cas, but what about Cas losing Dean?  Dean loses his choice with his connection to Amara this season, and loses even more when Lucifer reveals he’s been possessing Cas, and plays on Dean’s connection to Cas like a mockery.  It’s also worth noting that, similarly to season 8, Dean breaks out of the connection with Amara when he’s worried about Cas, and that’s something that even SHE is surprised by.

But then season 12, the beginning to the Renaissance.  This is when we get the writer’s that become important for what Dean and Cas are today, and, truly, why I believe they want canon Destiel as much as we do.

This is the first season with Dabb’s writers: Davy Perez, Meredith Glynn, Steve Yockey, and of course Bobo all come in with their incredible talents and gave us episode after episode of good content.  “Lily Sunder Has Some Regrets” is probably my favorite, probably the best example of what I’m saying.  An episode where Dean is called out by an enemy directly, told to “roll the dice” on Cas’ life.  And Dean won’t, it’s not even really a hesitation.  And this comes from a character that has known Dean for ten seconds.  I also wrote more in depth about this episode here.  There are also some.....distinctly domestic details we get this season, specifically in “The Future” (written by Berens and Glynn) with the mixtape.  The most tropey of tropes mixtape.  Yeah, I’ll just leave that one here.

And then season 12 ends with Cas’ death, but also with the parallel between Sam and Dean with Jess and Cas.  Sam literally has to drag Dean away from Cas, just like Dean had to drag Sam out of his burning apartment in the pilot.  The episode drives it home in every way that it can: Dean is the one left kneeling by Cas’ body, while Sam goes to find out what is upstairs.  Dean is the one who stares at the sky, finally broken.  This isn’t a random thing, this is Dean’s whole arc, it’s the entirety of the beginning of 13.  Dean’s pain, his anguish, his anger.

Season 13 starts with them burning Cas, with Dean, who has begged God to bring him back, who has split his knuckles punching a door, standing, staring at Cas’ pyre with brokenness on his face.

I mean.....

Anyway, season 13 is where it gets interesting (well, I think all of this is interesting but I’m a writer nerd so).  So Cas comes back from the Empty in “Advanced Thanatology” written by Steve Yockey, and then a wombo combo of “Tombstone” by Davy Perez next (”Brokebacknatural” as the PR said at the time).  Listen.  This is the part that SPN crossed a line that they couldn’t come back from.  With Cas being Dean’s “big win,” the fact that Dean and Cas watch movies together, “I told you, he’s an angry sleeper.  Like a bear.” Talked about it here.

This is where, in my opinion, the network stepped in, but the damage was already done.  They had already established that Cas was Dean’s big win, that Dean’s poor coping was not due to Mary’s disappearance, but solely due to Cas, and that Dean and Cas have more married energy than anyone else.  The network had nixed blatant canon at this point, and they writing room had been pushing the boundaries of what the network would allow. 

After these episodes, we see a marked drop off of DeanCas heavy scenes.  They’re still there, still a part of the fabric of the season, but not as...obvious as it had been in early season 13.

And this continued through season 14, we’re back to scraps of Destiel scenes here and there, but to me it always felt like there was something bubbling under the surface, something distinctly unsaid in the themes of the season, even after the walk back of obvious “Dean and Cas are in love” scenes.

And then we get to season 15, which, y’all know I talk about all the time.  What’s important here is that Bobo and Glynn are both executive producers, calling more of the shots than ever before.  Additionally, it’s important to note that, though they only co write occasionally, Glynn and Berens refer to each other as “work husband” and “work wife.”  Each episode has just turned up the volume, and, not for the first time, but certainly the most obvious, Dean and Cas ARE the season.  Sure, they’re trying to beat God, they’re trying to finally find peace, defeat the final big bad, but really?  This season has been about Dean, and Dean’s relationship to Cas.

And not only do we have obvious and clear Destiel in nearly every episode, but we have episodes like “Last Call” which canonize bi!Dean (wrote about that here).

And, maybe most importantly so far, we have “The Rupture,” the breakup, and “The Trap,” Dean’s confession (both written by Berens).  And here’s the thing.  These episodes feel connected, but also feel like they’re missing something.  Beren’s last episode is 15x18, “The Truth.”  We’ve all spec’ed about what could happen in this episode, and I think *I* know what it’s leading to.  But for it to be leading to that, it means that the network has to have approved what we’ve all been waiting for years for.

Who got this change to happen?  Who got the network to change their minds?  It wasn’t us.  It was them.  I am fully convinced that Dabb and Berens quite literally put their careers on the line for Dean and Cas.  They believe in them, they’ve shown that from the beginning, but the only thing standing in the way was the network, never allowing them to take the final step. 

So, to answer your question: I think the writers want canon DeanCas because they’ve already shown us that they do.  Take a look at their episodes, at Dabb’s, at Beren’s, at Glynn’s, at Perez’s, at Yockey’s.  They’ve been telling us what’s going on with Dean and Cas for years.

Sure, I’m not in their heads, I guess I don’t know for *sure* that this has been their thought process, but if we put it all together, from the marked shift when Dabb fully took over in s12, to the change right after “Tombstone,” to the new shift, the blatantly romantic shift in season 15, what else is there?

I’ve said for a long time that we, the SPN fandom, are beyond lucky to have the writer’s that we do.  They’re all going to go on to have prolific careers and we were lucky to get them at the end of our little show.  I give them a lot of credit for what we have in the show today.

Just remember, they’ve been telling us in all of s15 who Chuck is.  He says he’s the writer, right?  But a writer who doesn’t have control of his characters?  A writer who wants to do the same ending over and over because it “works”?  That doesn’t sound like a writer, it sounds like a network exec.

They’ve been showing us what they want for years, and the way s15 is going?  I think they may have convinced the network to let us have it.

[jean-kayak]

Highlight Of The Summer

Summary: You’re staying with your cousin for the summer, and it turns out to be the best decision you’ve ever made

OR

The four times you tease Matsukawa and the one time he pays you back

Pairing: Matsukawa Issei x black!fem!reader

Warnings: a whole lot of sexual tension, sexual tendencies, use of drugs: weed, shotgunning, a whole lot of teasing, (smut 18+!!), unprotected sex (stay safe out there dudes!), fingering (f. receiving), oral sex (m. receiving), throat fucking, ass slapping, daddy kink, nipple play, little fluff and aftercare at the end LMAO

Word Count: 5,847 (words of just filth)

A/N: I don’t know if y’all know, but I am a WHORE for Mattsun, so please enjoy this for you fellow people who agree with me. Also, this was wayyy longer than I thought it was going to be, but whew chile I got flustered just writing it lmao, so here y’all go. P.S: I also mention something about a sleep bra? Like a bra that’s not a bra bra but it’s not a sports bra either?? Idk what it’s called so, I just called it a sleep bra lol

PART TWO//PART THREE

"I forgot to mention, I need to warn you, dude," Hanamaki speaks up as he passes the ball to Matsukawa, who continues peppering, but now there's a confused look on his face.

"Warn me about what?" he questions playfully, spiking a controlled ball to Makki.

"My cousin's coming into town, and she’s staying the whole summer." Makki's words show that he's annoyed, and Mattsun chuckles.

"Okay. Still doesn't tell explain why you had to warn me."

"She's crazy, man. And gets on my last nerve." Mattsun chuckles again at his best friend's opinion. He goes to respond, but a voice stops him before he can speak.

"Hiro!!" Hanamaki catches the ball as his head drops as he lets out a groan. Mattsun watches a figure run up behind Makki, and they wrap an arm around his shoulders, catching him off guard as his body falls forward slightly. "How's my favorite cuzzo doing, huh?"

"Was doing just fine until you came," he spits, and you laugh.

"Oh, come on, cuz, don't be like that. I know you love me deep down, don't fight it." You laugh again when he throws your arm off his shoulders, and your laugh stops when you land on the guy standing a few feet away from him. "Now, Hiro, why didn't you tell me that you had hot friends?"

Mattsun feels his face heat up at your sudden compliment as he lets out a choked laugh. You walk forward a bit as you start talking. "I'm l/n f/n, but I'm willing to change my last name to yours. Care to tell me what it is?"

You finish with a smirk, and you can help but feel more confident when he gives you a slow once over. "Ma--"

"None of your business," Makki cuts him off, and you roll your eyes as you turn to him.

"Oh, come on, man, don't be like that. I'm gonna find out anyway because I'm gonna be staying with you." His eyes widen at your statement as you smile widely at him. "Oh, you didn't hear? Our moms thought it was a good idea to let me stay with you. For the whole summer." You pause before saying the last sentence for dramatic effect, and your smile doesn't falter as Hanamaki's scowl gets deeper.

"You have to be fucking with me right now," he says, and you shake your head eagerly, knowing that he can't refuse.

"Nope. I'll go get my bags from the car." You bound over towards him, wrapping your arm around his shoulders before rubbing the top of his head with your fist. "This is going to be so much fun," you say excitedly, and he shoves you off of him.

You chuckle and start to walk off to your car, but not before you send a wink to the hot guy standing in front of you.

You bounce happily to your car, and Makki lets out a tired sigh as he fixes his hair, his face showing how pissed he is when he looks at Mattsun, making him chuckle. "She's...something."

"ONE more game, alright?" Makki pleads, and Mattsun rolls his eyes but gives in.

"Fine." Mattsun's phone dings twice and he picks it up quickly before Makki can see the screen.

"Someone important?" he jokes, and Mattsun doesn't look him in the eye as he struggles to find an answer. "You gonna tell me who it is?" Mattsun gives him a look that tells it all, and Makki scoffs. "How'd she get your number?"

"From your phone obviously, Hiro," you bud in, your face right next to Makki's as he jumps away from you. "You know your phone password is really easy. You should change that."

"What did you do?" he asks, and you wave him off as you stand upright behind the couch.

"Oh, relax, just his number...and I sent a few selfies of you to myself." Makki scoffs again as he turns to look at you. "You know, to post for your birthday."

Makki releases an angry sigh as he stands, mumbling something about going to the bathroom, and you roll your eyes at his dramatics as you smile.

You glance at Mattsun, who's not looking your way, and a devilish smirk makes it way onto your face as an idea comes to your mind, your core pulsing at the idea of it.

"You know, Hiro always loved to collect movies," you say out loud, more to yourself, testing how he reacts.

"Yeah, it's gotten bigger since I've last seen it," he responds easily, and you hum as you walk around the couch, making your way towards the entertainment center around the TV full of movies.

"It's been a while since I've seen it, but it's definitely grown since then." When you get to the entertainment center, you bend over to look at the movies on the lower shelves when you hear Mattsun's breath hitch behind you.

You know that these are a shorter pair of your shorts, you must've put these in the dryer by accident, and you can feel that a good portion of your ass is out, and the fact that you know he's watching you, sends a jolt right down to your core.

You don't know what it is about this guy, but teasing him riles you so easily that you can feel your juices staining your shorts. You bend over a little further, and your smirk widens when you hear a muffled groan come from behind you.

When you hear footsteps coming from the hallway, you stand back up and turn around, the both of you keeping your eyes on each other as you walk towards the couch just as Makki is coming into the living room.

Makki sits where he was sitting, his attention still on his phone, and you walk to the back of the couch, leaning down next to Mattsun's ear, the one that Hiro can't see.

"If it wasn't obvious," you whisper just loud enough for him to hear, "that wet spot was for you." Your tongue darts out to touch his earlobe, pulling on it lightly with your teeth, chuckling softly when you see his hands grip the controller harder.

You stand up and start walking out of the living room. "Make sure you guys keep the noise down, 'kay?" you say as you disappear down the hallway.

Meanwhile, Mattsun's solely focusing on not getting a boner with his best friend right next to him. "She say something nasty to you?" Makki speaks up, making Mattsun jump.

"W-What?"

"Yeah, sorry about that. She's always saying some out of pocket shit." Makki clearly doesn't understand what kind of out of pocket statement you just said to him, and he clears his throat as he nods, thinking about anything but you as he tries to control himself.

TWO sounds come from behind you as you're sitting in the backyard. A sliding door and footsteps coming closer to you. "I'd knew you'd join me sooner or later."

He chuckles. "Yeah, well, I wanted to see what your definition of 'surprise' was."

You laugh lightly as you reveal your surprise without looking at Mattsun, the little plastic bag in your hand.

"Is that what I think it is?"

"Yep," you respond, popping the 'p' as you turn to him. "Found Hiro's secret stash. Wanted a smoke buddy. You down?"

You look back at him, and he shrugs saying fuck it as he sits in the lounge chair next to yours. You roll the first one, putting it in your mouth as you flick the lighter. You take the first drag, coughing a little as you blow out the smoke. "Damn. Should've known that Hiro had the strong stuff."

You pass it to Mattsun who does the same as you before passing it back to you. You both pass it back and forth two more times before you speak again. "You ever shotgunned before?" you ask, your brain already feeling like it's slowing down. He keeps his eyes on you as he shakes his head slowly.

"Wanna try?" He thinks about it for a second before nodding once. You clumsily find your way to get up without dropping the blunt and walk over to where he's sitting. You rest your free hand on his shoulder as you lift one leg, moving it to the other side of the chair as you straddle him.

You bite your lip as you sit on his lap, feeling him through the thin material of both of your shorts. His hands find purchase on your waist, his fingers rubbing on the exposed skin under your crop top.

You keep your eyes on his as you pull from the blunt, and your other hand finds the back of his head, your fingers threading through his hair as you bring his head closer, your lips dangerously close to touching.

You breathe out, both of you watching the smoke go from your mouth to his. You watch as he breathes in then tilts his head up to breathe the smoke out. He blinks slowly as he tilts his head back down, both of you maintaining eye contact as he grabs the blunt out of your hand.

You watch as he takes a hit, and one of his hands runs up your back to grab at your neck, a shiver running through your spine the opposite way. He pulls your head down, lips brushing against each other as he exhales into your mouth.

You inhale deeply, lifting your head as you breathe the smoke out. You look back down, keeping your head in the same position, making your lips touch again. "I noticed that you sometimes sleep on the couch," you speak up, your lips keeping close contact, you're almost kissing him.

"Well, the bed I usually sleep in is taken," he quips back, and you lean into his ear.

"You could always join me. I don't bite," you whisper, and you roll your hips forward, and you don't miss the way he releases a shaky breath in your ear, the sound going south easily. "Whaddya say?"

"THREE scoops of ice cream should be enough," you say to yourself as you put the top back on the ice cream container, placing it in the freezer.

You grab a spoon from one of the drawers and find a seat at the island in the kitchen. You're halfway through your ice cream when you hear footsteps coming into the kitchen. "Who eats ice cream at three in the morning?"

You smile at the question as you dig into your ice cream. "Me. What about it?" The owner of the voice walks into your view, standing on the other side of the island. "I didn't wake you, did I?"

He shakes his head. "Nah, I couldn't go to sleep anyway," Mattsun answers honestly. He hasn't been able to sleep well every time he's over here. You suddenly filling up every one of his desires. But one day, he's going to get back at you. The more you tease him, the more he gets riled up.

"Want some?" you ask, sticking the spoon in your mouth and dragging it out slowly, his eyes never leaving your mouth. He nods silently, and you put some ice cream on the spoon, moving the spoon towards his mouth.

He grabs your hand, moving the spoon towards his mouth, his eyes never leaving yours. He slowly pulls the spoon out of his mouth, letting go of your hand. "Tastes really good." He stands up, leaning over the counter. "And you've got some," he reaches his hand out, his thumb gliding over your bottom lip. "Right there."

He puts his thumb in his mouth, licking it clean before he smirks at you. Two can play at this game.

You grab his hand, leading it over top of your bowl. "And you've got some," you dip his finger into some of the melted ice cream. "Right there."

You coat it in the creamy liquid before lifting it up to your mouth. Staring right at him, you put the digit in your mouth, tongue flicking all around it, making sure you get all of it off.

He lets out a garbled 'fuck' and you pop the finger out of your mouth, giving him a proud smirk.

"FOUR pancakes? You're gonna eat four pancakes at once?" Mattsun asks his pink-haired friend as said friend stacks them on his plate.

"Yeah, I am," he deadpans, "and you better go wake Y/N up or else she's not getting anything." Makki takes the plate, walking out of the kitchen as Mattsun takes a deep breath as he walks to your room.

He knocks on the door, and when he doesn't get a response, he cracks open the door to see you on your stomach, covers sprawled out everywhere. He lets out a small huff as he smiles, walking towards your sleeping figure.

He can't help it, and the first thing he does is rake his eyes down your body, one leg bent at the knee, the other one straightened out. Your shorts have come up in your sleep, your butt on display, and Mattsun diverts his eyes as he calls your name.

You don't respond, and he leans down to shake you gently. You turn your head, and he can see that your eyes are still closed. "Y/N." He says your name a little louder, shaking you a little harder.

You stir and your eyes open slightly, a sleepy smile coming onto your face when they land on him. "Hey, Issei." You take a deep breath, and Matsukawa ignores the way your sleepy voice saying his name makes him feel. "What's up?"

Your legs switch positions, making your ass shake from the movement, and he wills himself not to look. "Makki made pancakes," is all he can manage to get out, and you roll over on your side to stretch, but that doesn't make things better for Mattsun. Your boobs falling out of the sleep bra you're wearing.

He looks away, willing the thoughts to go away as you stand up, fixing your clothes as you yawn. "You're not gonna put a shirt on?" he asks as you head for the door, and you wave him off.

"Nah, it's too hot. And you like the view too, so..." You trail off, walking out the room as Matsukawa's face turns red.

He takes another deep breath as he follows after you, and you've already made a plate. "Jeez, Y/N, couldn't you put some clothes on?" Hiro complains from his place on the couch and you shrug.

"Well, when you stop turning off the air conditioning during the hottest day of the summer, I would have some clothes on." You pour syrup over your pancakes, and when you see Mattsun watching you, you slide out of your cousin's view.

You put the syrup down before dipping your fingers in the pile of syrup that dripped down from the pancakes onto your plate. You coat them in syrup, lifting your fingers up in front of your mouth, spreading them apart watching the strings connect your fingers.

You look right at him as you stick your fingers in your mouth, and as much as he needs to, he can't look away, and he's teetering on the edge of a dangerous cliff. You see his fists clench as he pushes his lower half into the island.

You pull your fingers out when they're clean, and you walk towards him, setting the bottle of syrup next to his plate. "Seems like you've got a problem there. Let me know if I can help." You walk out, sending him a wink over your shoulder, and he waits until you're out of view to slam his head onto the counter.

"FIVE minutes until what?" Makki asks into his phone, and you see his face drop before he slaps a palm on his forehead. "Shit, that's today? Okay okay, relax, I'll be there in like fifteen." He hangs up the phone, and you watch as he runs into his room, and when he comes out, he dressed a little more formally.

"Wow, who are you getting all dressed up for?" you ask, spreading out on the couch.

"I forgot about this thing my friend wanted me to attend to." He makes sure he has everything before booking it to the door, but not before he turns to you. "Y/N, please behave."

You roll your eyes. "Sure thing, Dad. Have fun." And he leaves.

You lay down on your back on the couch, humming a tune to a song you can't bring yourself to remember the name of when you hear Mattsun walk in. He's shirtless and you assume he just took a shower because he has a towel resting around his neck.

"Did Makki just leave?" he asks you, standing behind the couch, and you nod.

"Yeah, had to do something for a friend. Probably won't be back for a few hours." You put one arm behind your head, the other resting on your stomach as you shift a little, making yourself a little bit more comfortable.

Mattsun's eyes drag down your body, and you feel your body ignite under his gaze. You watch as he walks around the couch, standing where he's looming over you. "Need something?" you ask, and there's a different look in his eyes.

"Stand up." His voice is deeper, darker than it usually is, but you don't move. "I won't tell you again." You don't admit that this new sounding voice makes your core beat in excitement, but you stand anyway, standing right in front of him.

He gives you a smirk that nearly makes your knees go weak, and he steps beside you, taking the towel from around his neck and spreading it out over the couch. You raise an eyebrow, and when he turns around, you go to speak, but he wraps his hand around the back of your neck, crashing his lips onto yours.

You squeak in surprise, but it's easily swallowed as Mattsun kisses your mouth hungrily. His other hand palms your ass, gripping it tightly as he pulls you flush against him. When you gasp, he shoves his tongue in your mouth as your hands find their way onto his broad shoulders.

He breaks the kiss, and it takes you a while to come back to your senses, your head dizzy with lust as you catch your breath. "I don't think you can take it," he says into your neck as he starts planting hot, open mouth kisses, stopping at the bottom of your neck, grabbing the skin there with his teeth, making you hiss.

"T-Take, what?" Your brain is barely keeping up with his words, only focused on what his mouth is doing. You hear him chuckle against your skin as he moves to the other side of your neck, both of his hands now on your ass, and he presses you against him even more, and you can feel his erection digging into your thigh as you let out a quiet moan.

"This dick," he tells you bluntly, and he lifts his head up. Now that he's not on your neck, your head is a little clearer, and you chuckle softly as you raise an eyebrow at him.

"Oh? Confident in your skills I see." You start to drag a hand down his ridiculously toned torso as you start talking. "I've never been one to back down from a challenge." You feel your mouth drop open when you feel how big it is, and Mattsun huffs at you.

"You sure? You don't sound very convincing." You erase the initial look of surprise on your face, replacing it with a confident smirk, making him raise his eyebrows at you. Before you can say anything else, he's spinning the both of you around, pushing you so you're sitting on the couch, the obvious tent in his shorts in your eye line.

You rake your eyes done his naked upper half, eyes zeroing in on the happy trail that disappears into his shorts. He shoves his shorts down his legs, his cock flinging up, hitting his stomach, and your eyes widen when you see his size. He's huge. He's bigger than anyone you've taken, and at your reaction, he smiles. "I thought you don't back down from a challenge?" he picks at you, and lick your bottom lip as you smirk.

You lean forward, taking him in your hand, and you can feel how heavy he is as you guide him towards your mouth, tracing a thick vein with your tongue up the side of his length. You hear let out a deep sigh before you take him into your mouth, and you don't even have him halfway in when you feel your gag reflex surfacing. You try to use your hand on the rest of him that's not in your mouth, but he pushes your hand away.

"Nuh-uh. You can be a big girl and use your mouth," he tells you, and you start to sink further down. "Fuck," he whispers harshly, and his hand finds its way to your hair, and you close your eyes as his grip tightens. He starts to push your head further down his length until your nose is brushing those soft curls. "Shit, your mouth is good for something other than being a tease, who knew?"

He starts thrusting into your mouth, and you relax your jaw as you breathe through your nose, your hands digging into the thick flesh of his thighs, and he hisses at the feeling. The noises he's making are making you even more aroused, and one of your hands leaves his thigh to try to give you some release, but he stops you once again. "Don't you fucking touch yourself. Do it, and you won't, fuck, won't get to cum at all. Shit." You attempt to whimper around his length, the vibration sending a chill down his spine as he feels himself getting closer.

The rhythm of his thrusts starts to become sloppy, and you bring a hand up to tug at his balls, and that sends him over the edge. He cums with a loud groan of your name, you swallowing every last drop before he lets go of your hair, and you fall back against the couch as you catch your breath. He wobbles a little bit as he takes in your disheveled features, drool and tears running down your face, and he feels himself getting hard again.

He pulls you up from the couch, sitting in your spot before pulling you back down on his lap. Your shirt and sports bra are taken off quickly, and he attacks your chest making you cry out in pleasure as your hands grip his hair. His mouth is sucking and biting at one nipple while his hand is stimulating the other and then he alternates.

"Shit, Issei, fuck, please." Your words have no thoughts behind them, your brain no longer operating, and you push him away from you before you stand up, shedding your shorts and sitting back down on his lip, a breathy moan escaping your lips when you feel his dick brush your folds.

He watches your reaction when he lightly drags his fingers back and forth across your folds, and you whine as you grip at his shoulders. "Please don't tease, Issei, c'mon," you beg, and your eyes look at him when you hear him laugh.

"Oh, now you don't like teasing? Maybe I should just keep teasing you and not give you what you want," he proposes, and you shake your head as you rub against his fingers, trying to get some release. He looks down, seeing your folds shining with your juices, a huge strand falling onto his fingers and he holds back a moan. "You're soaked, Y/N, all this for me?" he questions, and you nod your head vigorously.

"Yes, Issei, it's all for you, just please touch me," you plead and he shoves two fingers inside your pussy, making you release a loud moan as you lean your head in the crook of his neck. You can hear the squelching sounds as he fingers you, and you dig your nails into his shoulders as you feel him stretch you out on his thick fingers. "Issei," you start, but a loud smack echoes through the room, and you let out a whine as you feel your ass cheek sting.

"That's not my name, sweet girl. I think I've let you get away with it for long enough, don't you think?" he whispers in your ear and his voice sends a tingle right down to your core, making you clench around him. "Come on, baby, you know what it is." He stops moving his fingers, and you whimper against his neck, trying to move, but his grip on your hip keeps you still. "Say it, pretty girl."

"Daddy, please, don't stop," you sigh out, and you can feel him smile in satisfaction as he continues his fast pace, and you cry into his neck at the sudden movement. "Please, oh, please."

"It's okay, tell Daddy what you want," he coos, and he pushes onto your clit with his thumb, and you arch into him, his fingers a stark contrast to his other hand that's rubbing soothing circles on your hip.

"I need--" You cut yourself off with a scream when he pushes against that spongy spot inside of you.

"Tell Daddy what you need, baby."

"I need you inside me, please." He adds another finger, and you grip his wrist as he curls his fingers inside of you, nailing your g-spot with ease.

"I don't know if you deserve all of that," he responds, and you whimper as you lift your head to look at him. "If I recall, you've been nothing but a tease, no?" You shake your head immediately as you try to move your hips again but failing, his grip still strong on your hip.

"Please, Daddy, I'll be a good girl, just please, I need you so bad." You're so desperate, and that gives Mattsun a thrill; seeing someone who usually knows just what to say to him, reduced to nothing but a begging mess on top of him.

"Well, since you're begging so nicely," he approves, removing his fingers, and you lift your hips up eagerly as you look down, seeing that he's fully hard again, the tip leaking precum. He guides his shaft into you, and you let your head fall back as you feel him stretching you open the best way possible. He groans as he feels your walls tightening around him, and you look down to see that he's still not all the way in, your legs starting to burn from the position you're in.

"Come on, baby, just a little bit more for me. Can you do that for Daddy?" he purrs, soothingly caressing your thighs, and you rest your head against his as you watch the last of him disappear inside of you. "Holy shit, you feel so good. Goddamn, baby," he sighs out, letting you adjust. "I'm gonna move, okay?"

You nod quickly, and you brace yourself as you feel him lift you up before slamming you back down, making you cry out, the head of his cock hitting that spot inside of you. He kisses you roughly, swallowing all of the noises you make as he continues to ram himself inside of you. You pull away as you feel the knot in your stomach starting to tighten.

"I'm close, ah, please don't stop," you cry out, and you feel his fingers digging into your hips, you're sure that there's going to be bruising. "Right there, please, Daddy, right there."

"I got you, baby girl, I got you." His finger finds its way to your clit, rubbing harsh, fast circles, and your orgasm snaps, making your arch your back and scream his name. The sight of your coming undone in front of him and the way your clenching around him, makes his orgasm crash into him right after you. "Fuck!" He fucks you through both of your highs, stopping when you whine at the sensitivity.

You lean forward, body going limp as you catch your breath, both of your bodies covered in a layer of sweat. "You know I'm not done with you yet," he tells you, and you don't get a moment to respond before he's lifting you off of him, and you land on your stomach with a soft thud. He brings your hips up, your back arching instinctively, and he groans at the sight of you.

He prods a finger at your hole, and you whine, trying to move away from his touch, but his grip on you makes it useless. He runs his hands over your ass, squeezing the globes in each hand. "This ass has been teasing me ever since you got here." He spreads your cheeks, getting a good look at your puffy, swollen hole.

"I know it has, it was fun to see you flustered," you respond, your words muffled by the couch, but still clear to Mattsun, and he smiles mischievously as he lifts a hand up, smacking your ass, and he watches it jiggle, the sight mesmerizing as you mewl at the sudden pain.

"That's for bending over in front of me." He smacks the other cheek. "That's for grinding on me." Another smack. "That's for the ice cream." You can feel the heat coming off your ass when he smacks it for a fourth time. "That's for the syrup." You can tell that he's loving this, but you can't say that you aren't, you just hope he doesn't see that. He does it again, and you hiss at the pain, but the pleasure wins out. "That's for walking around here practically naked."

He massages the heated mounds of flesh, and you know he's found you out when you feel him spread them followed by a cocky laugh. "You liked that a lot, huh?" He toys at your hole again, watching your juices gush out, and you wiggle your hips a little. He sticks his fingers in, pulling it out with his fingers covered in your slick, and he groans when he puts them in his mouth. "Fuck, you taste good."

"Are you gonna fuck me or what?" you snap, and you hear him chuckle as he runs his the head of his length across your folds to your hole.

"Now, is that any way to talk to your Daddy? I thought you were gonna be a good girl?" he taunts as he teases your hole, and you exhale forcefully as you give in.

"I'm sorry, Daddy. Please fuck me," you say, and he smiles as you feel him start to push into your hole.

"You're gonna be a good girl? No more being a brat?" he asks, and if you could, you would stomp your foot because he's dragging this out.

"I promise, Daddy. I'll be good." Liking the sound of your answer, he lines himself up, hands resting on your hips, and you scream when he rams into you, your body still sensitive from the first earth-shattering orgasm you had. He doesn't give you time to recuperate as he rears back, slamming into you again, keeping a relentless pace that hits your spot with accuracy.

Mattsun watches your ass shake with the impact, and you both can hear his balls slapping against you as you feel your orgasm approaching quickly. He pulls you up by your hair, pulling your back flush against his, keeping his persistent pace. You share a sloppy kiss as his hands come up to play with your nipples, and you whimper into his mouth, and he groans when you clench around him.

"You gonna cum? Huh?" he sucks on your tongue as he brings a hand down to your stomach, and he brings your hand up to your stomach, and you can feel the bulge which makes you release a broken moan. "Who's making you feel this good?"

"Y-You are, Daddy," you barely manage to answer, and he slides his hand down until he's pressing onto your clit, making the knot in your stomach come closer to snapping.

"You wanna come on Daddy's cock? Huh?" he asks, and you nod easily, your hands finding their way into his hair. "Then do it," he spits. "Cum on Daddy's cock like the filthy slut you are." He gives a firm push on your clit, and that coil snaps hard, your eyes screwing as you scream out his name, your back arching as your hands clamp down on his hair.

He keeps bucking into you, your pussy almost stopping him from moving from how hard you're clamping down on him. "Shit, fuck," he swears, his thrusts losing rhythm and getting sloppy. The last time you clamp down on him, makes him see stars as he cums hard, painting your walls white before you both collapse on the couch, heaving breaths coming from the both of you.

He wraps his arms around you as he turns you both over, keeping himself still sheathed inside of you. "Holy shit. That was, oh, my God," Mattsun comments, and you laugh tiredly as you smile, your eyes starting to close.

You're about to drift off when you hear the door slam. "What the fuck?!" You and Mattsun both freeze, your gaze slowly drifting to the door to see a very confused and pissed Makki standing at the door. Mattsun quickly grabs the blanket draped over the back of the couch, putting it over the two of you.

"It's, uh, it's not what it looks like," you try, and Makki just blinks at you.

"Man, I wish I could say I'm sorry, but I'm really, really not," Mattsun speaks up, and you cover your smile with your hand as you hold back your laugh.

"Love you, too--" Your words are cut off by Makki leaving and slamming the door behind him. You and Mattsun both laugh for a bit before you finally quiet down. "He's so going to kick me out," you say, and you hear Mattsun chuckle against your neck.

"Well, if he does, there's always my place."

BONUS:

Mattsun rubs your shoulders as you lean back against him, the warm water soothing the ache in your muscles, mostly your legs and backside. He had brought you water and a tray of fruit before getting in the tub behind you, fatigue catching up to you as you relax against him. "I was serious about the chance of Hiro kicking me out," you joke quietly as you cuddle further into his wide frame.

He laughs softly as he runs a finger up and down your arm. "And I was serious about you staying at my place. You're not getting away that easily." He looks down at you, and you smile widely as you lean up to kiss him, him meeting you halfway. "Makki might not talk to me for a while though," he speaks up after he separates his lips from you, and you snort as you snuggle back into his chest.

"Ah, he'll be fine."

A/N: Bro the whole numbers thing was so hard for me to come up with lmao, but I think y’all can see how much I love this man, and how much I want him TO ROCK MY SHIT, but that’ll never happen sadly, but like I feel like he would be the best at aftercare in my opinion

[sarenhale]

Tell me your ffxiv house snagging secrets? 🥺 life has been really shitty lately so I’ve been trying to get a house but have been having zero luck. I tried following advice I found online but I guess I’m doing it wrong. Love your blog, and love Aydee, precious little meow meow

Gonna put this under read more since it's a bit long.

Ok so I have no idea how experienced you are in ffxiv housing hunting, but first of all, you should totally be in these discords that give great and lenghty advice on how to camp plots without losing your mind/wasting your time: Sadu's (if you play on NA) Alisaie's (if you play on EU like me)

My tips are:

Only and always camp in prime time (prime time is the time window between 10 hours / 14 hours AFTER a plot goes up as available to grab. You can check when a plot came up in these two discords (depending on the world/DC you're on) as people regularly go check available plots and tell everyone when they became available. Then you make your own math and count to time the plot became available -> around 10h past to 14h, it's prime time, so time to camp that plot and smash that 'buy plot' button on the placard babey. ( Basically people have done statistics on the time plots unlock and people manage to snag 'em, and the statistics point to the 10 / 14 hours as the prime time of plots unlocking. (People way more intelligent and math savvy than me have done the maths on this, and I can personally say It Works. The numbers don't lie!!!) )

When you're camping, decide how long you're gonna stay and use your time to do this thing- set limits, and don't overdo it. If you're tired, just rest. A house isn't worth losing your mind and hands over. But if you're up for it, smash that button- in the end, the plot has more probability to go to the one that is costantly clicking. It's true it's random and luck- but costantly pressing the button is what makes the difference. When I got my personal plot, I was competing against other 5 people, but only one other person was clicking at that time (since I was observing everyone and watching if they were actively clicking), so that made my win much more probable

Use the numpad or a controller. Don't use your mouse, you're gonna get tired real quick, and your fingers are gonna start hurting after a couple of minutes. Use a controller instead, or the numpad on your keyboard. Much easier on your fingers and quicker too (both disc servers I linked have more detailed information on how to use your numpad and set up your controller)

Put on the 'busy' status, as some people are out for blood and will try to trade you costantly to prevent you clicking (and generally this way you avoid any harrassing tells you could get... unfortunately some people get real nasty over this shit)

Unfortunately there are a lot of people using third party clickers spammers programms. This is unavoidable. But if you see someone using one (a way of telling is if they're never moving, emoting, saying anything, and most of all, stay spam clicking for minutes/hours even after someone has got the plot or they themselves got it!), report it via the squenix support tab, on the squenix site or in game. (support-> contact us in game, report for cheating, third party softwares)

Put on a movie, podcast or call a friend on discord or something. Chances are you're gonna do this a lot and spend some time clicking and spamming, and god knows you will need the distraction. I personally put Safiya Nygaard's video on youtube because she makes me happy LOL

Your health comes first!! if you see you're getting in a bad mental place, your back/hands hurt too much, STOP. A virtual plot of land isn't worth screwing your health over

Related to the previous tip... take breaks!! While I was house hunting, I wasn't doing it every single day, that would've sucked so much and reduced me to the husk of a human being. I took some well deserved breaks, week long breaks, and then came back with more energy and determination when I was feeling less frustrated by the clicking and losing.

And finally... my experience isn't universal, I'm on a EU data center which is waaay less competitive than NA housing (and my world is also one of the less populated on my DC!) , so if you're on NA or a more populated world/DC, chances are your experience is going to be way different than mine. It sucks to hear, but it is easier to get a plot in less populated DCS and worlds, which is my case. I don't even wanna think about how getting an house on NA DCS is like. BUT! It isn't impossible! A lot of people get their plots daily on NA servers too, so if you really wanna do this, keep your chin up and keep trying, with regards to your health, of course. And then... GOOD LUCK!! I cast good luck on ya!!

[makoodlesarchive]

Hello there! I love your blog. I started my period & was wondering if you could write like a story with Kiri and a fem reader where kiri tries to get ahold her but she doesn't answer, gets worried and goes to check on her and it just turns out that the reader just started her period so the cramping is just killing her (metaphorically lol) and without saying anything he goes out to get her everything she needs and to comfort her and they just end up cuddling and other fluffy stuff in the end

hiya!! yes absolutely! i completely understand your pain, i get the worst periods i hope you feel better soon anon!pairing: kirishima x readerwarnings: mentions of periods

The cool ceramic of the bathtub feels glorious against your flushed face, though the heat from your skin leaches the coolness from it quickly. You swear you can’t remember ever feeling this miserable in your whole life; you’re way too hot, you’re all bloated, you’re sweating too much, you feel nauseous, and your cramps are killing you.

You’ve been lying in your empty bathtub wearing nothing but your underwear, hoping the chill will help cool your flushed, clammy skin. It feels like your cramps are radiating from your core right up your spine, and you clench your eyes shut and whimper a little as a particularly nasty one rocks through you. The pain sends you into a near dissociative state – you have no idea how long you’ve been in the bathroom, whether it’s been minutes or hours. You’re pulled from it by a hesitant call of your name.

You had left the bathroom door open when you stumbled in, and it didn’t take long for Kirishima’s head to appear in the doorway. “Babe?”

“Oh no.” you mumble, and cover your face with your hands. 

There’s a frown creasing his forehead, though it fades a little when he sees you. “I’ve been calling you! I was getting really worried when you weren’t answering, I thought something bad might have happened.”

You can’t help the sharp flare of hot embarrassment; you and Kirishima haven’t been together for that long, and he certainly hasn’t seen you like this before. “Don’t look at me.”

“What?” Kirishima laughs softly, then pads quietly into the bathroom, “Hey, what’s- oh.”

You peek through your fingers to see what he’s looking at, then follow his gaze down to your bare legs. You’ve leaked through your underwear. “Oh god,” you whisper, sitting up to try and cover yourself, “Kiri, leave. Please.”

Kirishima looks away and tries to make eye contact, but you’re too embarrassed to even look at him. When you bury your face in your hands again, he edges out of the bathroom and closes the door behind himself. You’re aware on some level that you’re overreacting – periods are natural, and you know that Kirishima would never think any less of you for something like this. But that doesn’t change the fact that you feel completely miserable, you probably look like shit, and you just really don’t want your boyfriend to see you like this.

You close your eyes again. The bathtub isn’t exactly the most comfortable place to fall asleep, but you’re exhausted enough that you think you might manage it. You drift for a while, unable to fully fall asleep thanks to the constant throbbing discomfort in your abdomen. Eventually, you manage to force yourself up to shower. 

The shower helps – you feel a little more alive once you’ve rinsed off the sweat and blood, and by the time you’re wrapped in a fluffy towel you feel like you’re human again. The cramps haven’t abated at all, and your lower back is aching uncomfortably, but you feel so much better now that you’re clean.

When you slip back into your room to get dressed though, you’re faced with cruel reality; you’re out of pads and tampons. You could honestly cry. You knew you were supposed to restock after your last period, but you had just totally forgotten. 

You’re ready to just lay down on the floor and hope you sink down into it when there’s another gentle knock at your bedroom door. 

“Y/N?” Kirishima’s voice is a little hesitant, as if he’s worried you’re going to turn him away again, and your heart clenches. When you open the door, you’re greeted with the sight of Kirishima bouncing on his toes with a nervous little smile. “Hey,” he says quietly, as though he’s afraid of spooking you, “I know you’re not feeling good, so I went to the store for you.”

He pulls out a plastic bag from behind his back and offers it to you with that same nervous smile. You take it, and offer back a tired smile of your own. “You didn’t have to, Eiji-” you break off once you take a peek inside the bag. It’s full of more pads and tampons than you could use in a year in the exact brand that you always buy, along with packs of your favourite candy, painkillers, and heating packs. You stared at it all for a long moment, before realising that your eyes were prickling a little with unshed tears.

“You just looked so miserable earlier, and I wanted to try and cheer you u- oh god, don’t cry!” Kirishima’s voice went high with panic, his eyes widening as he caught sight of your face, “Did I get the wrong ones? I can take them back and get new ones-!”

“No, they’re perfect!” you hurry to assure him, rubbing at your eyes with a wobbly smile. “I’m sorry, I’m just in pain and hormonal. It’s all perfect. I’m sorry for yelling at you earlier.”

“Nothing to apologise for, baby.” Kirishima murmurs, and presses a soft kiss to your temple. “I’ll set up the TV with a movie – have you eaten?”

You shake your head, “I didn’t feel well.”

“I got you soup.” he says, then grins proudly as though that was the height of domesticity, “I’ll go heat it up. You do what you need to do, then we can cuddle and watch Netflix! Sound good?”

“Yeah.” you say quietly, clutching the plastic bag to your chest like it was filled with gold. “Sounds great.”

You smile back, helpless in the face of his blinding grin. As he disappears down the hall, you allow some of the tension you’ve been carrying in your shoulders to leak out. With it goes some of the back pain, and you sigh in relief. You don’t know how you’ve ended up so lucky, but you feel a little silly for not having called Kirishima in the first place.

Once you’ve gotten yourself all cleaned up and dressed snugly in old sweatpants and one of Kirishima’s shirts, you slip down the hall. Kirishima is in front of the television, a bowl of steaming soup sat next to him as he flicks through cheerful films on Netflix. You come up behind him and wrap your arms around him, burying your face in his neck. “Thank you,” you mumble, words muffled by his skin.

He laughs, and tugs you around so you’re sat in his lap, “There’s really nothing to be thanking me for, sweetheart. It’s the least I could do. I’m just trying to be a good boyfriend.” he beams at you, so earnestly that it feels like your heart is melting.

“You’re the best boyfriend,” you correct, leaning heavily into his chest. Your cramps haven’t stopped, but as you close your eyes and inhale deeply you can’t help but think that Kirishima just makes everything better.

[hellishvu]

Imagine BTS: and their kinks

Bottom! Bts x Top! Male Reader!

A/N: I- 7am smut is where i go, to my naughty corner CKSKD this got really nasty i need a church sometimes. oh well! dua lipa’s new album really helped me write this. lol everyone thank her. anyway hope quarantine is safe and good for you guys. i had a moment of silence because i was going through it with staying inside all day BLAH. hope this all goes away soon :( take care of yourselves <3 luv u

Kim Namjoon: <3

tags 🏷: swearing, praising, punishment, spanking, lingerie, cum, and rimming.

˚✧₊⁎ Namjoon lives off praise, from the beginning of your relationship your small compliments could make the man jump on you. If you wanted to make Namjoon cum the fastest, load him with praises and with your cock and it can be done.

˚✧₊⁎ He doesn’t shy away from punishment though, it makes praises that much special when he knows he gets it when he’s good. When Namjoon does something wrong please !! punish !! him.

˚✧₊⁎ Don’t shy away from it. Spank him and make him count every spank. Start over if he stutters or doesn’t respond in time. Make his ass red with your hand prints.

˚✧₊⁎ “One!... T-Two!... Y/N!” Namjoon cries out while you chuckle, enjoying this view of him bent over your lap. “Start over honey.” You rub his ass while he nods sniffing.

˚✧₊⁎ When Namjoon does something good please let him know, he thrives off of it. After a showcase or a tour let him rest and make him dinner. Big spoon him :(

˚✧₊⁎ But once he’s back up and his energy is up. Namjoon wants it all. Rim him to the gods, and buy him lingerie to gift him. He’ll literally melt in your arms. His favorite foreplay is rimming just because he loves to grind his ass against your face <33

Kim Seokjin: <3

tags 🏷: swearing, sex everywhere in the house, vanilla, cumming on him, and blowjobs

˚✧₊⁎ Seokjin really needs a horny police because he is always turned on. He’s not like Jimin where he’ll fuck anywhere in public but at home? Expect to fuck him everywhere in the house.

˚✧₊⁎ It started in the bathroom then moved to the living room and then the kitchen. Seokjin still dreams of the moment you gripped his thighs on the kitchen counters. Seokjin gives the small pout with his hand around your budge.

˚✧₊⁎ “I’m too horny to wait till we get to the bedroom. Just fuck me here.” Seokjin leans on the staircase while you smirk at him. “On the staircase?” You ask seeing Seokjin perfectly okay with the idea, already taking off his clothes.

˚✧₊⁎ I can see him as a occasional vanilla. He loves to have soft lovely sex in the bathtub. While you two just make out and touch each other gently. Sometimes he’ll enjoy when he’s sucking you off that you’ll cum on his face. Licking up his lips to taste you.

˚✧₊⁎ “You taste sweet. I want more.” Seokjin kisses you while you grip his ass to move Seokjin to sit on your lap.

Min Yoongi: <3

tags 🏷: cum denial, overstimulated, swearing, and tears

˚✧₊⁎ Yoongi loves to not know if he can cum. He lives for the mystery of cumming. He would kiss you and hope it’s a good day. Or if he behaved well today, he would come to you happily knowing 75% of the time he would cum that day.

˚✧₊⁎ On the other hand, when you are simply not in the mood or if he’s done something bad. You would not let the sub cum :(. Yoongi would get so close he could feel his balls tighten. Then poof it’s gone.

˚✧₊⁎ “No! Please!” Yoongi grabs your sleeve of your shirt. His cock still red and leaking precum, you leave him there. “Not today kitten.” When Yoongi heard “not today” his cock twitched.

˚✧₊⁎ You would expect it would make the poor mans cock shrink but waiting for the release made it that much more exciting. And when that day comes Yoongi would cry out, fly to cloud 9 even. Cumming loads on his chest while you fuck him.

˚✧₊⁎ You would fuck him so many times on other days that he would cum after another and cry out over over sensitivity. You’ll let him have his break then back to making him empty, after these sessions he would just pass out.

˚✧₊⁎ “You okay kitten?” You ask while he finally woke up. He wakes up to you fonding with his hair and your warm embrace. “Never been better.” Yoongi kisses you.

Jung Hoseok: <3

tags 🏷: power bottom, walking in on sex, porn, dirty talk, stripping, and choking

˚✧₊⁎ Hoseok is a power bottom. Can we argue here? No. The man can be getting fucked at 100 mph but he would still make you lose your mind. Choking you while you fuck him, rolling his hips, clenching around you, and moaning out how well you fuck him.

˚✧₊⁎ “Your cock is just for me. Shit- I love the way your cock fits around me.” Hoseok groans describing just how well you feel in him.

˚✧₊⁎ Hoseok would love for people to watch him get fucked by you honestly, like if one of the members walked in? Okay? Like at first he would hide it and like cover himself up. But now he’s got no shame around the members.

˚✧₊⁎ Sometimes you two would watch porn together, Hoseok would ask you to finger him while you two watch. Mentions of a sex twitter you two anonymously post? Possibly but that’s a secret for you two to have <3

˚✧₊⁎ Strip dance or tease, Hoseok is the absolute profesional at that. He’ll know just the way to grind his hips on your lap, and the whispers in your ear while he leg is around your waist. Whew you had to stop yourself from fucking him then and there.

Park Jimin: <3

tags 🏷: freaky jimin, public sex, swearing, and mentions of sex toys.

˚✧₊⁎ Jimin is so freaky like I cannot begin with this beautiful son of a bitch. Jimin loves to do things in public places.

˚✧₊⁎ I can imagine he’ll touch you in public all the time. Especially during a dark setting like eating at a fancy restaurant or even at a dressing room. Jimin would be all over you.

˚✧₊⁎ Jimin would always fantasy about doing the vibrator in public. He’ll set it up for you and ask you to do it with him. What are you going to say? No?

˚✧₊⁎ “I want you, fuck.” Jimin moans in your ear while he reaches for your hand to touch his cock. While the movie plays Jimin bites your ear. “I want your touch.” Jimin whimpers quietly getting turned on by a sex scene on the screen.

˚✧₊⁎ Jimin could not count the number of times he’s came in public on his hand. A drive in movie was his favorite spot especially after midnight where it’s just a lovers paradise.

˚✧₊⁎ A classic butt plug before leaving for a special and professional event is his favorite thing ever. Many amounts of touching each other behind the scene till you dragged him into the bathroom to fuck him.

Kim Taehyung: <3

tags 🏷: bratty taehyung, punishment mentions, tying up, and orgasm denial

˚✧₊⁎ Good luck trying to submit Taehyung, he’s a wild fire. So fucking hard to tame just due to him loving to talk back. Of course that’s the type of partner Taehyung needs. A person to check him, to control him.

˚✧₊⁎ “What are you going to do? Punish me?” Taehyung snaps at you while you grip his wrist pushing him into you for a make out session. You two are just angry sex reincarnated into a couple.

˚✧₊⁎ If Taehyung got too pushy, the night would end in him getting tied up. Consensual of course, but first it happened when you mentioned it on accident. “Sometimes I just want to tie you up. You are a brat.” You complained while Taehyung pressed his wrist together. “Why don’t you?”

˚✧₊⁎ The perfect combination for Taehyung is being tied up while sexual music plays in the background while you punish him. Kill him slowly while you barely touch him, pull his hair. Show him who’s truly boss around here.

˚✧₊⁎ “I’m about to cum! Please!” Taehyung fidgets in his restraints while you took the dildo out of his ass. Taehyung cries out tears flowing while you chuckle.

Jeon Jungkook: <3

tags 🏷: messy, needy, blindfolding, insults/degrading, nipple play, and swearing.

˚✧₊⁎ Jungkook loves it messy!! Please put extra lube but not just for safety but just because he loves to wash off the mess of your cum, the lube, and the sweat. Wants to feel like a whore at the end of the night.

˚✧₊⁎ Jungkook is so needy, he hates when you leave him unattended. He’s latches to you when you come home and with that ass and that demonic sexual energy the man has. It takes no time to get hard.

˚✧₊⁎ “Come on baby, let’s go for a ride. You always wanted to blindfold me.” Jungkook smirks when he sees your eyes show interest. The night lasted so long, just because you wanted to see him cry.

˚✧₊⁎ You would degrade him because he adores it. Jungkook never wants to feel like he deserves to cum. Not in your hands, all the nasty names give it to him please!!

˚✧₊⁎ Sometimes he would be too lazy to do extra stuff, so you would just lick him up. Play with his nipples and lick them till hes cumming in your lap. Untouched was one of the hottest things you’ll ever experience.

˚✧₊⁎ “You’re such a needy bitch. I don’t think such a stupid doll deserves my cock.” You would say while you pinch his nipples Jungkook whimpering.

[celestianstars]

Snowfall

Florian Munteanu x Black Female Reader

Summary: The power goes out when your cabin gets hit with a snowstorm and now you’re stuck with Florian, who coincidentally, is the one person you can’t stand 

Warnings: 18+, heaps of tension, daddy kink, unprotected sex, smut: light choking, light spitplay, general nastiness lol 

Word Count: 5.4k

Note: Merry Christmas/Holidays everyone! I hope you enjoy this and I also just want to say thanks for reading and being so supportive of me 💖

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A lake house, three cabins and a whole weekend to get away from the bustling city life, make s’mores and sit by the fire with your friends, sounded like the perfect way to unwind from the everyday life things that were beginning to stress you out. 

It was a perfect idea, until you got word that Florian would be coming too. 

He’d been getting on your nerves lately and you couldn’t stand being around him much. 

You played it off as him just annoying you but deep down you knew it had something to do with your budding feelings for him. Florian had been good friends with you for years now and he’d always been just that. But recently you started thinking of him in ways that stepped beyond the boundary of just being friends and it scared you. 

Like always, you refused to take your own advice and confront yourself about actually being into Florian, I mean who wouldn’t be into him, you weren’t crazy for wanting him, but the cautious and rational side of yourself was trying to shut down those feelings at all costs, thus bringing about the tension and aggravation you and Flo both seemed to have for each other now. 

It was all playful but you were disguising a lot more under it than you realized. 

“There’s no way we’re gonna be able to be in the car together for that long, Deja.” you crossed your arms and glared at Florian who was busy smirking as he arranged his bags in the trunk. 

“Well looks like you two are just gonna have to work it out cause Marcus already called shotgun. Suck it up, sis. Come on we both know you wanna be next to him, I ain’t stupid!” she winked and walked away to get the rest of her stuff, leaving you no room to negotiate. 

She was your best friend and god you loved her like a sister but you were suddenly regretting saying yes to this trip. 

You were trying not to be in a sour mood about the whole thing but Deja was right and you were freaking out at the thought of being in such close proximity to him. It wasn’t like you hadn’t hung out a hundred times before, sprawled out over his couch, watching movies and talking, but now it felt different to be around him.

Thoughts of curling up against him, of feeling his arms wrapped around you tight, of his lips on yours, they raced through your mind whenever you were near him. And being in a car for three whole hours was far too much time for your brain to dwell on those hopeless scenarios.  

“Fine. But if I strangle him that’s on you.” you huffed and went to pile your bag in the trunk with everyone else’s. 

“Here let me help you.” Florian extended his hand, the smallest and cutest of smiles on his face. 

The fluttering in your heart was starting back up again. 

“I can lift things you know. I got it, thanks.” you stumbled over your words, quickly looking away from his gaze. You always felt like he could see right through you, like he knew what you were feeling. It disarmed you in a way you weren’t used to. 

You felt bad for shrugging him off and being rude but this was the only way you knew of to keep those feelings at bay. 

“Oh ok...someone needs to get laid, doesn’t she.” Flo snorted under his breath. 

“What is that supposed to mean?! I could say the same about you, asshole. I haven’t seen that one chick around for awhile now, so don’t be talking.” you flicked his bicep, knowing it wouldn’t do any damage but it felt good anyhow. 

“Nah, cause I don’t want just any girl. Forreal, I’m only gonna keep messing with you cause it’s cute seeing you get angry.” he crossed his arms and leaned against the car door. 

Your mouth dropped slightly, first at what he said and then because his biceps looked way too good all on display like he had them. 

“I’m gonna beat your ass, Nasty. Watch yourself.” you couldn’t help but laugh, not able to come up with anything else witty to say. Damn him for leaving you stumped all the time. He was too powerful without even trying very hard.

That part about him not just wanting any girl was ringing in your ears. What did he mean? For sure it couldn’t be you he was talking about, there was no way and you wouldn’t let yourself even go there with that thought. Not a chance. 

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The drive to the cabins was beautiful, all the trees were a frosty white and all the nearby diners and cafes and gas stations were decorated with twinkling Christmas lights and wreaths and you were excited to enjoy some hot chocolate by the fireplace when you got to the cabin, a festive and cheery mood settling in. 

Being in the backseat with Flo wasn’t nearly as bad as you thought it was gonna be, he only bothered you a couple times but other than that he was just as busy looking out the window as you were. 

You were thankful Deja’s dad had lent her his van for the trip because Masias and Sandro had come along too and there was no way those two and Flo were gonna fit in a smaller car, you’d be squished between them. Not that you wouldn’t mind being squished up against Florian but that was something you needed to not be thinking right now. 

The boys had the snack supply for the trip well stocked, not that they wanted to share any of course. But you were good at convincing Florian to share. You’d always kinda been good at getting Florian to listen to you. 

You remembered one instance awhile back where there was a group of guys and their girlfriends who were talking shit about you at an event because you had called out one of their boyfriends on his bullshit and someone couldn’t quite handle the truth, it took all your strength to pull Florian away from walking over to their table to confront them. 

All it took was for you to reach up to cup his cheeks, forcing him to look at you. He looked so angry at the notion that anyone was saying anything bad about you but you pleaded with him that they weren’t worth a breath of his, you didn’t care, you just wanted to enjoy the night with him, your friend. 

He looked you in the eye in that moment and you saw his eyes soften, his tense body relaxed and he nodded that he understood you. 

Now you couldn’t stop thinking about the way he looked at you that night and imagining a situation where he wasn’t one of your best friends, maybe then being his would be easier. But then again, who were you against the girls he took home, you weren’t anything like them and you just knew your relationship was strictly just friends, there was no way he’d be into you at all. He just cared about you that’s all. 

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Your thoughts were dispelled once you reached the two cabins you’d be staying at, your mood lifting because it looked so beautiful and once you stepped outside, the fresh air and the gentle quiet of the place made you feel calm. 

Usually being in the cold wasn’t your thing but you were among your friends and you knew the  cabins would be cozy. Leaving your luggage behind for a minute, the group walked up to the front office of the place to check in and find out which cabins everyone would be staying in. 

“You have got to be fucking kidding me! Did you do this on purpose because really Deja?” you were back to having your arms crossed and glaring at Florian who was smirking yet again and moving both his bags and yours into one of the cabins...that you would be sharing...because someone just had to pair you with him. 

“The answer is yes and no I’m not sorry bout it. Y’all gotta work out your differences, miss.” your best friend patted your shoulder and shrugged, knowing full well what she was up to. 

Of course this had to happen. Your stay here couldn’t have been roomed up with Deja or even Masias or Sandro, no you just had to be with Florian because it was just your luck he had to show up for the trip in the first place. 

But it was fine, I mean if he hadn’t been that much of a bother during the car ride, maybe the weekend wouldn’t be so bad after all. 

And to be honest, it wasn’t. 

The first couple hours were spent getting settled in testing out the fireplace in the cabin, taking pictures for social media and playing out in the snow until you got too cold and went inside to make hot chocolate. 

You were ganged up in a snowball fight with Masias, Sandro and Flo which you argued wasn’t fair because it was three against one and they had the advantage of being a lot stronger than you and just more athletic overall, so their win didn’t count, not that they listened to you but it was still funny to try and make your point. 

You were having so much fun with your friends, taking walks around the wooded areas to take pictures and go sledding down some of the bigger hills. There was even a place to go ice skating, which you were nervous about because you’ve never been good with the skates but naturally Florian was keeping you from falling. 

He wouldn’t take no for an answer, you kept refusing his help but then you landed flat on your ass after five minutes and reluctantly held his hand with a huff. 

“I got you, fetiță don’t worry. Just bend your knees a little and I’ll show you how to move.” his voice was so gentle again, deep and baritone sounding as he always was but encouraging and not in a way that was condescending either. 

You wanted to ask what the word he called you in Romanian meant but stopped yourself, a little too afraid of what he might say which you knew was irrational but you might fall again if it turned out to be some kind of term of endearment. 

Being in love with him, if you could even call it love, was proving to be very difficult not to think about no matter how hard you tried. The walk over to the ice skating set up made your heart race because you couldn’t believe how cuddly Florian looked in one of his velvet hoodies and a jacket. He always had impeccable style and you were annoyed that even his fashion choices turned you on. 

You were already frazzled enough being in the same cabin as him, completely alone, which was odd to you considering you would have thought he would have opted to take the bigger cabin and stay with Masias and Sandro who he was super close to, but you didn’t want to think too deep into it before you convinced yourself of something and got your hopes up for no reason, because you always did that and got hurt in the end, but not this time. 

Florian’s gloved hand practically covered yours completely and it made you feel small in a good way, and protected in a way also. He would give your hand a squeeze every time you managed to correct yourself after wobbling or when you figured out how to stop without falling. 

“Good girl, see you got it!” he bent down to hug you after he talked you into taking a lap around the rink by yourself and you were surprised you hadn’t fallen. Him calling you that nearly made you trip up because you couldn’t even count the number of times you’d fantasized about him saying those two little words to you, and he actually had. Well there went any resolve of keeping calm today. 

That night everyone gathered in one of the cabins and made s’mores and someone managed to get the old school projector in the cabin going so you could watch a Christmas movie. 

Somehow you ended up being wedged against Florian who didn’t hesitate to pull you into his chest because “Well you’re gonna fall off the bed otherwise.” which you couldn’t really argue with but you were still taken aback and resisted the urge to squirm at the way his hands were placed on your body; respectful and mindful of your space, but still comforting. 

You wanted to fall asleep in his arms so bad, he smelled so good and he felt warm and you were far too comfortable to move but you couldn’t let yourself do that, that whole thing about getting your hopes up again. It was just too risky to let yourself get too comfortable, no matter what signs there were. 

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The next day would be where your unbothered attitude would really fall apart, however. 

You moved yourself away from his arms as everyone got sleepy and started to leave for their own cabins, Deja catching you on her way out. 

“I saw you all cuddled up over there. Come on girl, make a move. Stop hiding how you feel!” she whispered to you before hugging you. 

Sure, do that and then what? There were too many possibilities to that scenario. 

And then that morning you woke up to a good five feet of snow blanketing everything. Everyone was snowed into their cabins and now you were forced to actually acknowledge Florian instead of tiptoeing around him like you had been for the last day and really like you had been for awhile now. 

But you were stubborn and continued on like you had been, moving around the cabin silently, only saying good morning to him and a few short responses after that. 

Breakfast was interesting. He cooked something up for himself and though you hadn’t expected or wanted him to make you anything, he divided the contents of the pan evenly and set a plate in front of you at the small table you were sat at. 

“Oh...thank you Flo, you didn’t have to.” you shyly spoke up, picking up your fork as you realized how hungry you were at how good the scrambled eggs smelled. 

“I wanted to. And besides, how else am I gonna get you to act like I exist.” 

That made you tense up. Maybe your attitude had caused more damage than you thought. The last thing you wanted to do was make it seem like you were upset with him or weren’t acting like a friend, but when you looked up at him he was smiling like he’d caught you in the act of something damning.

And you’d walked right into it. 

“Sorry I-I don’t mean to be rude or anything, it's just that I-” 

“Can’t stop thinking about being mine and it scares you so you’re trying to avoid me?” Flo cut you off, taking a sip of orange juice from the glass he poured for himself, all while keeping eye contact with you. 

You nearly choked on your eggs and you had to look away too, his eye contact was too intense, especially after he just read you for filth with a simple sentence. 

“N-no, I...you don’t know that Florian.” you crossed your arms. 

“Sure I do. You’re not very good at hiding how you feel, fetiță. I know you want me.” he wouldn’t quit looking at you with those soft green eyes of his and yet again he’d called you out and you weren’t sure what to say or do, because he was right and you were afraid. 

You were trying to come up with something to say when the lights in the cabin went out. Surely this couldn’t mean the power was out...but after a minute of waiting and then another couple minutes of Florian checking it out and you texting Deja and Marcus and the rest, you got the confirmation that the power was indeed out for the foreseeable next few hours. 

“I’ll get the fire started, I know it’s gonna get a little cold.” Florian put a hand on your lower back and moved away from you and the light switch, his gesture making you feel like the conversation from earlier was nowhere near finished. 

He didn’t tell you how he felt about you wanting him and that made you nervous and even more visibly frazzled around him now. 

You finished eating while he started the fire and then excused yourself to take a shower. Your thoughts were racing, thinking about the man in the other room who could probably bring you to your knees, and god you truly wanted him too. He didn’t seem offended that you liked him even if you hadn’t said it outright, he knew and you knew. 

After showering and trying to rid yourself of dirty thoughts, you dried off and wrapped your hair up in one of your silk headwraps, too lazy to deal with styling it today. 

When you walked out you found Florian peering out the window at the snow that was now falling again and of course, with his shirt off. 

“Do you have to be so tempting all the time? It’s like 20 degrees out, put a shirt on Flo.” you sighed and eyed him up and down from behind before he could look. His back muscles were something you wished you could study for hours. 

“Yeah but I’m pretty sure me being shirtless makes you wet and I like knowing you’re probably thinking of touching me.” he smirked back at you and lay back on his bed hand behind his head which left his biceps in perfect view. 

His sweatpants hung low on his hips and suddenly you were too weak not to stare or think of what he’d look like without the sweats on. 

The fire was crackling steadily behind you, casting a warm glow across the room which contrasted the brightness of the snow outside. It felt cozy in here. 

“I don’t understand…” you sighed and hung up your towel to dry, pacing the kitchen area nervously. 

“Understand what? That I want you too, come on, Y/N you can’t keep denying that you want me. I want you to know that I’ve been thinking about you too. What are you so scared of?” he opened one of his eyes and smiled when he found you staring at him.

“It’s just hard to believe that’s all.” you sat in one of the cushioned chairs by the fire, pulling your legs up to your chest. 

“What, that I like you, love you even? Because we’ve been friends for years now, that gives a man a lot of time to catch feelings.” he catches your eye again and then sits ups. 

You weren’t even sure how to feel. This couldn’t be happening and yet it was. 

A thick silence hung in the air as you looked at each other, just the sound of the fire and your own heart thumping against your chest could be heard. 

“Y/N...c’mere. Please.” Florian spoke up after a minute, holding out his hand to you from where he still sat on the bed. 

You hesitated, unsure if this was a good idea. He could be playing you for all you know but at the same time, this was Florian. You knew him inside and out practically, you didn’t have to be scared of this, you didn’t need to keep playing this dancing game, you could let yourself get lost in him and trust that you’d be ok, cause Florian always protected you, you knew that since forever now. 

So you let your guard down for once, took a page of advice from Deja who’d given you a pep talk through a series of texts earlier and walked over to him. 

“I-uh I can’t believe we’re snowed in. It’s kinda cold in here.” you shifted on your feet nervously as you came to stand in front of him in between his knees, holding his large and warm hand. 

You kept your eyes focused on his hand and how it dwarfed yours, too jittery to look him in the eyes at such a close distance. 

“I know, it’s crazy. But that’s ok, I got you remember. Just relax. And I guess that only leaves us with one way to get you warmed up.” he chuckled and you felt his thumb brush over the inside of your wrist. 

Was this some kind of fever dream or was this real was your question because you couldn’t believe things that you’d only dreamed and thought about happening were in motion. 

“W-what way is that?” you swallowed thickly and shuffled your feet more, willing yourself to stay still. 

Your skin felt hot and you wondered if he could feel your erratic pulse holding your hand like that. 

“Will you let me show you? We can stop at any time, just tell me, but I want to do something I’ve been thinking about doing forever now.” Florian’s voice dropped just slightly above a whisper, his grip on your wrist firming just slightly so he could pull your hand forward to rest on his bearded jaw. 

Here goes nothing. 

“Yes, show me Flo. I want this.” you breathed out shakily, barely having enough time to prepare yourself before your body was crashing into his and his lips found yours in a kiss.

He tasted like orange juice, and smelled like his usual favorite cologne, lips soft, his beard tickling your cheeks just slightly. You were melting against him, your arms instinctively wrapping around the back of his neck to pull him closer to you. 

Florian was smiling against your lips, his hands on your waist, keeping you pressed against his body. It was like a dream, the sweetest kind. You were breathless from kissing him but you couldn’t and didn’t want to stop, his tongue slid against yours and you were done for. 

“You don’t know how bad I’ve wanted this, fetiță.” he sighed as he moved his lips down over your jaw and to your neck, which made you gasp again. Your neck was always such a sensitive place for you and it made you squeeze his arms in response, to which he laughed. 

“What does that word mean, Flo?” you hummed, turning your head so he’d have more of your neck to kiss, you didn’t even care that he was sucking marks onto your collarbone now either. 

“Babygirl. That’s what I’m calling you when I say it.” he pulled away after a moment, breathing heavy. 

You shook your head, of course he would call you that. You liked it, you wanted to hear him say that over and over. 

“I’m your babygirl?” you giggled and reached your hand up to rest on his bare chest again. 

“Only if you want to be.” 

You swore your panties were wetter than ever now at just the way those words had come out of his mouth. 

“I do want that, I really do. What should you be to me?” you inquired boldly, this was more than you’d ever dared to ask or discuss with him. 

“I should be your Daddy. Is that something you’d want, baby?” he smirked and picked you up so your legs were around his torso. 

He was back to burying his face in your chest and kissing you all over, fogging up your brain. 

“Hmm, is that what you want? Wanna call me daddy, want me to make you feel good and take care of you, make you mine?” he whispered against your skin, making you squirm from how hot he sounded. 

This was insane and you felt so hot and you wanted exactly that, all of it, everything. 

“Yes, yes I want that. Please, I’ve wanted to be yours for so long. Please make me feel good.” you whimpered and dug your nails into his skin, trying to relieve some of the aching in your core but being stopped by his strong arms. 

Florian turned around and lay you down against the plush covers, your legs still wrapped around him. 

“Yes what? Answer properly and I’ll give you what you want, prinţesă.” his forehead was resting on yours, arms braced on either side of your head. 

“Fuck..yes, daddy I want that. Please, daddy!” 

That was all it took for Florian’s control to snap, he wanted you and needed you and he promised he wasn’t going to hold anything back now. 

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Foreplay with Florian was nearly enough on it’s own to leave you satisfied but there was no way he was gonna stop at that. 

The way he let you lay back and get comfortable while he let his hands roam your body, let you see the sheer size of them on you, how he could grip your body so firmly, the way he encouraged you to grind your dripping pussy against his thigh while he continued to kiss you was sending your brain into overdrive. You were pretty sure you couldn’t think straight already. 

And then your top was off and he was making swift work of getting your leggings off while he swirled his tongue over your brown nipples, sucking hungrily and looking up at you every so often to guage your reaction. He craved seeing you look so content, the way your jaw dropped open when his fingers slid over the wet folds of your pussy was everything to him. He wanted to make you make that face again and again cause there was nothing like it. 

Florian rubbed your clit gently, exploring how you liked to be pleasured with everything he had to offer. He was proud to make you mess up your headwrap when he moved down your body and finally buried his face in your pussy, tongue lapping up every inch of you. He liked that you didn’t know what to do with your hands and was very proud at how he could see your curls popping out of the scarf while he gripped your hips and held you to his mouth. 

He had pulled three orgasms from you with his mouth alone and your legs were still twitching when he pulled away to stand up and take off his sweats. 

Your mouth watered at how big he was when he took himself out of his boxers, a thick vein stretched across the length of his shaft which you wanted to run your tongue over so so bad. His dick was big, just as you’d always imagined it to be and girthy too, you just knew you’d have to really open your mouth to fit him inside and it made you wet all over again. 

“C’mere, I’ll let you get a taste.” he laughed at your pleading pouty eyes. 

You bit your lip and giggled as you crawled across the bed to sit on your knees at the edge, your hands running over his abs and down to grip his shaft, pumping it a few times while you looked up at him, his green eyes dark with arousal for you. 

“You’re so big daddy.” you leaned down to lick his pink tip, swirling your tongue over it like a lollipop. 

Florian grunted, his hand coming up to rest on your head, gently grabbing some of your curls. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna ruin you so bad, you have no idea.” he growled and helped guide your mouth down on his length, your spit coating him sloppily, just how he liked it. 

There was no doubt that he was in control here, the way he fucked your face and even spanked you when you started to touch yourself with his permission gave you a clear picture that he meant business and you were over the moon with it. You wanted him to break you, take you and make you his however he wanted. 

You coughed and sputtered once he let you come up for air, your eyes watering just slightly from gagging on him. 

“Open your mouth. That’s it, good girl.” he praised you and then spit on your tongue which made you moan so brokenly. God he was beyond hot. 

He told you to keep your mouth open before guiding his throbbing dick back inside the heat of your mouth for you to suck on some more. 

You were going crazy after that, begging and whining for him to fuck you, because you needed to feel him already, you wanted him far too much to be patient any longer. With your best “please, daddy?”’s you earned it from him, your body alive and humming when he began to rub his tip over your folds, his eyes locked on yours again. 

“Look how wet you are for me, you’re soaked. Fuck, you’re so hot you know that, prinţesă?” he leaned down to peck your lips, smirking when you tried to answer but couldn’t because he was pushing inside you now, keeping it slow and being as still as he could to allow you time to adjust to his length. 

“Fuck I can feel you stretching me open, oh god daddy!” you whimpered and latched your hand onto his forearm, needing something to anchor yourself to. 

“I know baby, such a good girl taking it like that.” he pressed more kisses to your lips, letting you get used to him as he started pulling back and pushing back in a little faster now. 

You pointed your toes and locked your ankles around his back, pulling him deeper into you once you were ready to take more, his surprise coming out in a growl as he felt how tight and warm you were. 

Florian promised you he wasn’t going to hold back and he didn’t. He was looking into your eyes as he began to fuck you, the slick sounds of your juices and his skin slapping against yours mixed with your whimpers and growing moans and his grunts. 

You were so far gone in what was happening, your head thrown back in pleasure as Florian pinned you to the bed and fucked you like you’d been dreaming of getting fucked for so long now. 

“Look at me babygirl, let me see those pretty eyes while you’re being fucked.” his voice made you tremble and as much as you wanted to listen, your brain was too foggy and jumbled to listen correctly. 

“I told you to look at me.” Florian chastised you, his hand coming up to grip your chin and turn your head back towards him, that same hand moving down to fit snugly around your neck, putting pressure on your pulse point and making your legs shake even more as a result. 

Who knew you’d want him to choke the life out of right here and now. The power he had with his hand around your throat like that, his body encompassing yours, you felt so submissive and small and his and it was everything you wanted. 

You couldn’t stop the moans coming from your mouth as Florian pounded into you, sweat slicking up your bodies even more, positions changing, him fucking you laying on your side, from behind, back to you being under him, making you cum over and over again. 

Your eyes were glassy and teary as he made you cum yet again and pulled out to cum in your mouth like you’d begged him to do. 

“Good girl.” he praised you once more when you swallowed it all down and opened your mouth with a cute little smile to show him. 

You’d never get tired of hearing him say that. 

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Florian let you curl up against him however you wanted, your thigh hitched over his waist as you both caught your breaths, smiles never leaving your faces. 

“I can’t believe we just did that, daddy.” you giggled and hid your face in one of the pillows. 

“Me either, honestly. But I’m glad we did. And I can’t wait to do it again and again.” Florian massaged your calf, placing more kisses to your cheeks. 

“Oh yeah, who knows when the power will be back. We’re gonna need to keep warm.” you winked at him. 

“Exactly, daddy will always keep you warm and safe, baby. That’s a promise.”

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Yooo this took me ages to finish I swear but I’m pretty happy with it and hope it sounds alright and not rushed or forced or anything!! Florian can come keep me warm any day he wants like this man will forever have me fucked uP! 

Thanks as always for reading and pls leave me feedback, I love hearing what everyone thinks!

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[seoafin]

if akutami’s involve in the vol 0 movie promotion,, it would probably be deadpool-esque promo for vol 0 movie :

"merry christmas ❤️" ; "a story about love"

crossing my fingers for some ovas for the lightnovel(s)

we'd be lucky if we get 5 seasons, but judging by how sensei wants to end it quickly,, well, 4 is pushing it. i think.

i rly want to see what actually happened in the goodwill event where yuuta won,, and how he left with miguel? it'd be the perfect way to tease shibuya arc (assuming that they'll release the movie before S2)

from the PV itself, i'm guessing it's gonna take 6 months (unlikely) or a year or 2 before the movie comes out,, so same rules apply with season 2, unfortunately. or, they'd release the movie during S2's break ,, or the most plausible one: after S2 (if they plan to include the time-skip and geto’s appearance in season 3 instead)

i wonder,, if they would give a glimpse of toji since playful cloud is in geto’s possesion at that time

i rly wish rika got to grow up and become the feral curbstomping gremlin shaman we all know she would have become,, the more i think of her backstory details the more i feel there’s so much unsaid abt the nature of her and yuuta's relationship

AND ???? (HOPEFULLY) JUJUSANPOS WITH SHOKO?? akutami,, u have 1 job left 😩

*clench fist* u-utashoko content pls

tbrh i feel that it's hard to say sth abt shoko from a canon pov bc we don't see her interactions with them as much, but that gives us room to play!! ,, i think she’s just as nasty in personality as they are (for some reason,, i feel like it’s fight in first sight in their first year, gojou is definitely more of a brat before meeting them) , lol, but in a more dry, cutting way - and it's telling that geto approached her after he defected even though he said he didn't think he could convince her.

i think she's quite clearheaded but very firm in her stance, and i think she would have found gojou and geto dynamic very interesting and entertaining to watch. I imagine in many cases if either of them wanted to talk about the other, they would have gone to her, bc of her familiarity, and bc she's so plainspoken. i think she knows them on a level very few other people do. in a way, she is their witness and observer. i also think it's notable her promoted ability is reverse CT - bc that's just a way of using curse power but it's not an inherited technique in and of itself. this suggests to me that her CT could actually be sth else! since the satosugu dynamics does play into the theme of power in the jjk world, it makes me curious what shoko's ability is and how it would factor into their interactions. In the team, i would wonder if shouko holds herself apart from gojou and geto

@/&/$:&3@ the way i’ll get my hands in any fan works abt shoko 😭 ,, one of my favorite doujin shows shoko’s view as an “outsider” after geto’s death, it’s privated now 💔 but i’m pretty sure it was made by either : AND__re or sin_chin_taisha

iirc the doujin took place in the summer after geto’s death and gojo barged into shoko’s office to visit his grave which confused shoko like “u made a grave for him?? when??” but gojou was “anyways, do u want to come?”— and they went over to geto’s grave and clean it,, all the while shoko had flashback of their student days and her last line was that : “in the end, both of us are a sinner” (referring to how they couldnt stop geto when he spiraled) while the panel shows gojou carefully arranging the flowers + that wistful expression

the last two panels were of stsg visiting a beach together (i assume before HI arc) and it goes like :

gojou : “what if we conquer the world?”

geto : “eh? that’s too much of a hassle”

gojou : “but we can do it anyways, after all, we’re the strongest”

geto : “*laugh* well, you’re not wrong”

gojou kept on talking but when he turn to look at the place geto sat beside him, geto has vanished and all he can see is the vast ocean 😭😭😭😭

also this (though it’s in cn, u can still google translate it) : https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/85662072 ,, this one is abt shoko’s pov starting from their 1st year and what i actually want from akutami 🥴

+ https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/77685037 (the grim/ bittersweet atmosphere + utahime 😩) - 🐱

The movie is going to kill me 😁

I am SO curious about rika like her character profile in the book was fishy as hell 😭

YES!!! if shoko was utilized RIGHT then she could be such an GOOD character. shoko is the only person in the world who knew gojo and geto on that personal level as surface level friends while still being an outsider to their relationship. she has a perspective nobody else in the manga has and yet........and YET!!!! that tentative trust on geto’s end when he approached shoko and how shoko was like “lmao you loser” god.....

that’s such a cool idea omg if shoko’s CT is actually something else and akutami shows us....I’m going to go FERAL. i just want to know more of her outside of stsg you know??? like not just shoko the thirdwheel but more about her family, her friends (whether or not she has civilian friends), etc.

the fanbook didn’t give us SHIT give it to me akutami!!!!!

[internetaddict104]

check in tag 👍

my fave @heterophobiclarry tagged me!

why did you choose your url?

Because I have too many fandoms to pick a specific url and I’m very indecisive so I couldn’t settle

any side blog?    

Technically this is my side blog but I have more personal freedom on here so I use this one more often    

most popular post?

A link to the iconic Danny Pudi “Larry I’m on Ducktales” moment I posted when Larry died

number of mutuals?

10, including my other blog

how many people do you follow?

324

how many followers do you have?

152

how long have you been on tumblr?

Since 2012/2013 (original/first blog) (I started this one in October 2020)

why did you start using tumblr?

5sos were doing a giveaway contest of some kind and you needed a tumblr to enter so I asked my mom if I could enter the contest and she said yes

do you have a queue tag?

Nope

why did you choose your icon? and your header?

I chose my icon because I needed something different and it kinda goes with my header color-wise. I chose my header because I had just watched the Given movie and that frame is fucking hilarious

have you ever made a shitpost?

I don’t think so

how do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

Some of them I reblog because they’re decent, but most I skip past

do you have a crush on a mutual?

Nah

which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

Idk I’m mutual with a decently popular Merlin blog, a big JATP blog, and idk how much this counts because the fandom’s kinda dead but I’m also mutuals with a House of Anubis blog that seems pretty popular

have you had a fight/ argument with another blog? who won?

Idk if this was a fight but I unintentionally started some WestAllen discourse (I think it’s nasty bc they’re siblings) and a pro-WA blog started shitting on me that I was wrong and wouldn’t acknowledge the factual images I posted to disprove their thinking. Idk who won bc my notifications stopped working so I didn’t see that they replied to me and by the time I did it was like 2 days later and I felt weird starting it up again

do you like ask games?

Yes even though no one ever asks me anything

do you like tag games?

Yes even though I’m rarely tagged in anything (and when I am I take so fucking long to do it lol)

how much time a day do you spend here?

Depends on my day. Sometimes I’m on here all day, sometimes I only reblog like 3 posts

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[rexsjaigeyes]

AWWKAYY update!

So I actually watched through the whole ass movie up until the point Tem/Damo died 🤡🤡🤡

Whole movie's shit. It's so cheesyy and everyone?? Just likes?? Double crossing?? Each other??

Yes i know what a slutty clown i am. I should've spent my time doing better things 🥰

I'm fucking WHORING MYSELF OUT in every Damo scene and DEAR GOD I'D VOLUNTEER TO BE THE TRIBUTE FFS. Unghh the way he carries himself YOU KNOW HE'S GOT A BIG COCK

And uh yknoww all the bullshit that's spewing from the rich asshole can make a superfluous supply of biomass energy 🙈🙈 No need to fuck around with the island's resources

Soo that scene where shoal goes boom istg it didn't have any business being lowkey arousing UMMMMM THE WAY DAMO JUST STANDS THERE WHILE GLASS IS FLYING EVERYWHERE MAKES ME WET 💀💀💀💀🤚

I recommend a Damo supercut, not the movie itself 🥺💝

YES, ALL OF THIS!!

First of all, yeah the movie was by far one of the worst I'd seen but only because of plot and the acting done by everyone except Tem (and mayyyybe Michael Rooker lmao).

Second of all, the plot itself PISSED ME OFF! A bunch of rich white people get kidnapped by "evil" islanders... and the only way it can resolve is by all of them dying brutal deaths. And yeah maybe I'm biased because Tem was one of the villains lol, but I also have no patience for these kind of movies where minority groups always have to be the terrorists and some white soldier dude saves everyone. Regardless of if the movie was based on real events or not, I just found the plot highly annoying.

But ANYWAY, yeah we on our freak nasty shit and I would like to be dicked tf down by Damo. AND YES, that scene with the explosion and the glass had no right being THAT HOT.

Plus, my mask kink was not ready for the beginning, when I heard his voice and realized who was under that mask 🙈

I have so much more to say about this but feel free to send more Tem thirst my way anytime 😂

[culebratia]

Honest opinions on horror villains

Okay so I love horror villains and horror in general. Most of them are really interesting and have a sort of grotesque charm to them that I can’t really describe, it draws you to them and pulls you into wanting more. But there are some horror villains that are either overrated and underrated, and today I’m here to discuss some of them! (I’d like to reiterate that I don’t hate any of these characters, I actually like them all! But I’m just talking in a general perspective and my view on their popularity and the actual movie they come from.)

LESLIE VERNON

* overrated.

* okay, I know, people are going to get upset at me over this. This was an amazing movie, they said. It’s so new and different from the others, they said. And I completely understand that! It’s unique and inventive and I love the whole premise of the movie, but goddamn did it bore me..

* I like Leslie Vernon as a character, but I don’t love him like I do with other characters. He’s cool! I adore his slasher design, but his personality bores me a little bit at times. There are some points where my emotions and feelings on the guy are a little bit like a rollercoaster — up and down, up and down, up and down. It’s crazy.

* once again, I like the concept of his movie, but the way it was presented in a filmmaking point of view is underwhelming.

ART THE CLOWN

* underrated.

* there are three movies I know of with Art in them: The 9th Circle, All Hallow’s Eve and Terrifer. And all of them are equally shit, which is to be expected since it was written and directed by a young guy who specialises in special effects. But damn was Art interesting to watch.

* there are some points in the movies where I think “why couldn’t he have starred in a better made film?” because if that were so, he’d get so much more publicity! Art is an absolutely terrifying demon clown creature, way more scary than Pennywise, and people from around the world should know his name! He’s the only character in all the movies who actually has good actors.

* shitty movie, fantastic character. I hope to see more of him.

MICHAEL MYERS

* overrated by a milestone.

* look, I’m all for Michael Myers. He’s hot, lemme tell you that. But he’s a really boring character. It’s all the same (apart from the 3rd movie)! Michael returns to his hometown to find and kill Laurie, killing a whole other group of people who she happens to be involved with at some time during the movie.

* when I watch a horror movie, I want to have the villain to have some sort of character. At least with Jason, you can see some emotion in him which defines him as a whole! But with Michael? He’s a clean slate, and that is soo uninteresting.

* first two movies were great, others were unneeded honestly.

BILLY LENZ

* underrateeeeed.

* stinky attic boy needs some love. He is what started the slasher genre for peats sake and yet everyone overlooks him as a horror villain. Let me tell you, that phone scene in the beginning was absolutely fucking terrifying when I first watched it, and it’s still unsettling to this day even after I’ve watched it a million fucking times.

* we never even got to see Billy’s face properly throughout the whole movie and yet he made such an impact on everyone who ever watched Black Christmas! And that ending scene? Perfect cliffhanger. (The remake was shit compared to the original)

* great movie, great character, needs more credit.

BRAHMS HEELSHIRE

* overrated.

* bet y’all are shocked at this aren’t you? He’s the character I most often write for. But that’s really because he’s heavily requested. I actually don’t really like him all that much, too much exposure I guess. I mean I have nothing against his character as a whole, he’s attractive to me and interesting but I don’t actually know.

* now the movie is something I do know about though: bullshit. Absolutely terrible. A basic plot line (which isn’t necessarily a bad thing sometimes, it just needs to be played out right) and a director which results to cheap jump scares because apparently that’s ‘scary’. The movie as a whole is so predictable and it never scared me once when I went to watch it at the cinema. I can understand why people like it though.

* decent(?) character, bad movie.

OTIS DRIFTWOOD + family

* underrated.

* okay this might have something to do with my weakness for Bill Moseley, scarily cute women and clowns, but man do I love the Firefly family. Each and every character, even the ones we barely see, within the family is so perfectly polished and unique, and I love Rob Zombie for it. He can’t write dialogue for shit but man do I love his horror villains.

* although the first movie was very confusing at some points. Like, what?? What was with that ending? It was a very good movie in my opinion and was actually pretty horrifying. It used things that disgust us and manipulated that to terrify every single one of its viewers and that’s perfect. Hated the protagonists though.

* fantastic movie, great villains, shitty protagonists,

FREDDY KRUEGER

* overrated.

* now don’t get me wrong, I love Freddy, I grew up loving Freddy. He’s witty and fun to watch, maybe not like Chucky, but after a while he gets so repetitive that it gets really really annoying. Couldn’t they think of something unique and interesting for him to say instead of him just calling everyone a bitch??

* the writing becomes boring after a while, the directors add so many unnecessary features, weaknesses and powers we had no clue even existed up until this very point, and it’s overall not a very good franchise when you get into it. I enjoyed the first and seventh movie a lot, but all of the other ones didn’t really excite me all that much.

* okay character, okay movie, but isn’t worth all the attention.

NUBBINS SAWYER, DRAYTON SAWYER, CHOP-TOP SAWYER + GRANDPA SAWYER

* un👏🏽der👏🏽ra👏🏽ted

* these boys deserve just the same amount of attention that Leatherface does. I know that Bubba is a really cool character, and he deserves attention too! But that doesn’t mean that his family get to be left out. Each and every single one of them helped shape the Texas Chainsaw franchise to what it is today, and honestly it wouldn’t have been as amazing without them in it.

* Texas Chainsaw has so many metaphors within it nobody really goes into. When we first meet Nubbins and he’s kicked out of the van, Franklin very obviously points out “would you be able to do that?” referring to Nubbins slicing his hand up, and later on we see Franklin blowing raspberries at his friends due to the fact that he couldn’t go upstairs because of his disability, which is exactly what Nubbins was doing when he couldn’t get into the van. This area is the director exploring the ways that people could so easily turn into madness without people realising it.

* Drayton Sawyer is your average looking fellow who runs the Sawyer household, but he is not average at all. He’s sadistic, witty, hypocritical, and surprisingly still a Christian. He claims that he “doesn’t like to do the killing” and yet he’s shown constantly poking and prodding at the final girls like they’re some caged animals, living only for the pleasure of himself. The fact that he’s an elderly man basically screams “wolf in sheeps clothing”, because usually when you see an elderly person, you assume them to be kind and wise, whereas, Drayton can’t even spell ‘sex’ correctly.

* Chop-Top wasn’t present in the first movie sadly, but it’s explained why, which is understandable in a filmmaking perspective. He is probably the most terrifying character out of the bunch. He’s impulsive, disgusting, and absolutely fucking insane. Whether or not this is due to his time in Vietnam I don’t know, but man does it make a great affect. And that time in the movie where he was introduced? It was absolutely heavenly. No one in today’s horror industry would build up suspense like that and cause so much raw fear from a petty jump scare. The fact that he carries around his damn brothers corpse like he’s puppet, treating him like he’s still a living being adds onto the scare factor as well.

* great villains, good movies, everything after TCSM2 wasn’t really very good though.

Okay, now that’s over and done with! Let me show you my top ten favourite horror villains (from actual horror movies), you’ll either be completely shocked or completely not! :)

Pinhead — love the creature design. Fantastic personality and concept. Annoyed he’s not a woman.

Bubba Sawyer — baby boy needs love. And affection. And kisses. And basically anything positive. We must protect him.

Chop-Top Sawyer — terrified me when I first saw him as a kid. I wanna fuck Bill Moseley. I love his personality. Wish his movie came out.

Captain Spaulding — funny ass motherfucker. Always cracks me up. I want him to be my daddy.

Hannibal Lecter — interesting in a psychological perspective. Has a way to make your skin crawl without doing much.

Art the Clown — scarier than Pennywise. I wish his movies were better. Why didn’t Terrifier make it obvious he was a demon?

Otis Driftwood — boy’s a hottie. But please stop fucking corpses. Once again, Bill Moseley.

Stu Macher — first fictional crush. He’s my irl type of guy. I dated a guy like him once.

Jennifer Check — movie was ahead of its time. Legit was about having a succubus gf. Lesbian scene was hot. I’m gay for Meagan Fox.

Billy Lenz — terrifying phone calls. Nasty boi. The remakes will never be as great as the OG Black Christmas.

Anyways, so that’s it! It’s past midnight currently so I might just go to bed lol but whatever. I’ve wanted to write this out for a whiiile but decided to just get it over with now. I’ll say it all again: every character I write for, I like, I just have different levels of like, so please no hate over this. Thanks!

[ssentiwsavonej]

Game of Thrones: Battle of Winterfell Dead Pool

*mostly conjecture, but spoiler warning to cover bases*

Ok, so: after watching 8.02, I’ve been thinking a lot about the looming largest battle sequence out to film, and obviously given the happy moments in the lead-up, a lot of our faves are gonna bite it next week. So I wanted to put my thoughts to paper, as it were, and talk about the major players, where they’ll be, and what could happen to them.

Jon Snow

Location: atop Winterfell battlements, then eventually in the thick of it, because Jon

Outcome: ALIVE. C’mon, I barely have to say anything here. Jon Snow/Aegon Targaryen is far to pivotal to the titular game to die here. Plus he’s gotta sort things out with his girlfriend/aunt Daenerys. Speaking of...

Daenerys Targaryen

Location: based on previews, she’s gonna be all over Winterfell: atop the battlements, viewing the battle from afar in the nearby hills, and even in the TOTALLY 100% SAFE NOT-AT-ALL DANGEROUS CRYPTS

Outcome: ALIVE. Literally same reasons above. She’s key to the Game and she’s gotta deal with Jon’s poorly timed bomb drop. Plus she’s gotta survive here to potentially become a villain herself down the way as the Mad Queen/Night Queen

Ghost

Location: probably three feet from Jon at any given moment

Outcome: DEAD. “Whaaaat? You mean they’d really bring Ghost back for five seconds this week, just to kill him next week???” You’re goddamn right they would! And for a very utilitarian reason that every major crew member has said many times over: those Direwolves are hella expensive to make (somehow more so than dragons? I’m guessing because they still have to use live wolves, so getting the animal to behave just so, and then enlarge them in post is likely a bigger pain than straight CGI? Anywho...) so Ghost is gonna be badass and rip some throats out, probably save some asses, and then get the shit wrecked out of him like Summer did.

Sansa Stark

Location: She’s gonna be in an interesting spot, too bold to hide in the crypts, but not a fighter. So she’s gonna probably try (and fail) to stay high and dry.

Outcome: ALIVE. I don’t have as strong an argument for her survival, but I just have a feeling. She didn’t have any serious revelations or resolutions in 8.02, aside from flirting/fighting with Dany, so her death wouldn’t be AS heartbreaking as some others.

Arya Stark

Location: in the battle with her new weapon, though also from previews she ends up in the crypts (and looking fucking terrified)

Outcome: DEAD. It hurts to say this, but Arya is very likely going to be done saying “Not today” to the God of Death. She banged the hell out of Gendry KNOWING THIS COULD BE HER LAST NIGHT ON THIS PLANET, and ignoring that cardinal cliche, something in the crypts is going to scare her shitless, and to do that to Arya, it’s gotta be something BAD (more on that later) **EDIT: I also think her death next week would go down as the ultimate prank, because when she went on Jimmy Fallon and “accidentally” let loose a spoiler as an April Fool’s joke, the (supposedly) fake spoiler was that Arya died in episode 3. What greater troll could there be than her fake spoiler not being fake at all?

Bran Stark

Location: in the Godswood, seated in the perfect spot to make awkward eye contact with the Night King

Outcome: ALIVE? The situation with Bran and the Night King is interesting, and undoubtedly won’t be as cut-and-dry as “two men enter, one man leaves.” Like, obvious the Night King ain’t going down here, but I feel like the Three-Eyed Raven is too cosmically important to not survive this. So I feel like if/when these two meet, it may not end in death, but change of some sort. (If the Night King even shows! Speaking of...)

Night King

Location: outside Winterfell *MAYBE*

Outcome: ALIVE (generally speaking). As I said before, the Night King is too big a deal to go down here without more of Westeros dealing with him first. So if Bran’s plan works, something more nuanced is gonna go down in the Godswood. But here’s the thing: what if the Night King isn’t even here? In the preview we see a line of White Walkers on horseback, seemingly in the lead position of the army. But no Night King, no Viserion. He knows where Bran is, so he’s in no rush; what if he’s taken his dragon (and some of the army) on past Winterfell, marching instead directly on King’s Landing? Bran had previously seen a vision of a dragon’s shadow darkening the skies of King’s Landing - what if this was the Night King, not Daenerys?

Theon Greyjoy

Location: in the Godswood with Bran and the Ironborn (aka the bait)

Outcome: DEAD. Theon has had a very very strong arc over this show: we’ve liked him, hated him, felt beyond bad for him, and then grew to care for him again. But with this week and Sanaa’s hug, his arc is complete. Plus, if the Night King does show, he’s at GROUND. ZERO. He’s fucking toast mate.

Jaime Lannister

Location: on the flank with Brienne and Podrick

Outcome: ALIVE. Our second-favorite Lannister has had a lot of character development (which usually means a tombstone), and he’s not a super capable fighter on a dangerous fucking part of the field with Brienne. Despite all of that, the Kingslayer’s probably gonna see the other side of this battle, because he’s gotta A) deal with Bronn coming for him and Tyrion, and B) fulfill the prophecy Cersei has obsessed over and be the “little brother” that kills her.

Tyrion Lannister

Location: In the completely ironclad safe crypts

Outcome: ALIVE. I’m gonna talk more about the crypts later on separately, because it’s gonna get a bit contradictory. Obviously the crypts aren’t safe, but there are a solid couple of charcters down there that I think will make it out. Tyrion’s safety is twofold: A) they made all that fuss of everyone, especially Jorah, telling Dany that Tyrion should remain her Hand. That would be a lot of wasted runtime if he dies here, and B) like his brother, Tyrion currently has a former traveling buddy coming for him with a crossbow, and Game of Thrones is known for many things, anticlimax not being one of them.

Samwell Tarly

Location: on the battlements, ready to go balls-out, apparently.

Outcome: ALIVE. Despite Sam being a not-at-all capable fighter, I think he’s going to live by simple fact that somebody has to finish that book at the Citadel about the history of Westeros to present day (and totally title it A Song of Ice and Fire), but he’s also gonna have to do some mourning of his own...

Gillie

Location: those ironclad crypts of solitude

Outcome: DEAD. Gillie and Sam has their happy moment, and frankly, Sam is more important than her. So she’s gonna die, and to distract himself from the grieving process, Sam is gonna lock himself away in the Citadel to finish that damn book.

Jorah Mormont

Location: probably protecting Dany, then breaking off at some point when it goes to shit

Outcome: DEAD. Jorah’s has quite a ride, in and out of the friend zone with Dany from the beginning, and as of now he’s accepted his place and even gone to bat for Tyrion as the better man for his job. Couple that with his reunion with his family, and Sam passing on his family sword to him, and Jorah is going down swinging (and those swings are probably gonna save Sam’s ass, because it would be poetic to save the man who gave him the sword)

Sandor “The Hound” Clegane

Location: in battle somewhere (ideally far from fire, if he had his way)

Outcome: ALIVE. Though the Hound has solid development and actual dimension as a character this week, he’s gonna see it through for one simple reason: CLEGANEBOWL! This is something book fans AND show fans have been teased with for years, and this battle is likely the last hurdle between the Hound and burning his undead brother right the fuck back.

Varys

Location: the crypts, because lol at the idea of Varys fighting and not hedging his bets

Outcome: DEAD? I was more certain of his survival initially, because come onnn it’s Varys! The Spider played things in the shadows better than Littlefinger, and always knows how to avoid the God of Death. However, since my first thoughts, I was reminded that Melisandre mysteriously told him he would die in Westeros. So, the crypts could likely become his tomb.

Gendry

Location: swinging a big ass hammer somewhere, no doubt.

Outcome: ALIVE. I debated on Gendry’s survival for a bit, considering he was recruit to smith, and he did his smithing (not to mention the horror movie trope of “you fuck, you’re fucked.”) However, I think he’ll see it through just because he’s still Robert Baratheon’s son, and could therefore complicate the line of succession for the Iron Throne once Cersei is finally knocked off.

SER Brienne of Tarth

Location: on the flank with Jaime and Podrick

Outcome: DEAD. Also painful, but after this week, the writing is on the wall is tears and giant’s milk for our favorite honorable knight. She is officially a knight of the seven kingdoms, saved Jaime’s ass from a barbecue, and noted that she’s fulfilled all of her oaths. She’s going down, but she’s not gonna go down easy (probably going to be the reason Jaime survives).

Podrick Payne

Location: on the flank with Brienne

Outcome: DEAD. Pod’s golden pipes and magic cock can’t save him here. He’s noticeably better with a sword now, but even Brienne said he’s not there yet. Plus he got to sing that song to the drunk sharing circle. Pod’s going down, and I’m betting he’ll be one of the first.

Grey Worm

Location: in the battlefield somewhere nasty

Outcome: DEAD. Not much to say here: Grey Worm promised to take Missandei away after the battle, wherever she wanted, and they can be happy on a beach. He may as well have said he’s two weeks from retirement.

Missandei

Location: the danged ol’ crypts man. Can’t say much else here without repetition.

Outcome: ALIVE. This is by a razor-thin margin in my head, but everyone’s favorite translator is going to live for one reason and one reason alone: she’s the perfect candidate to cry over Grey Worm’s body after the dust settles. Because let’s be honest: they made the cardinal mistake of talking about their futures, so (at least) one of them gotta die, and Grey Worm is a soldier on the field.

Dolorous Edd

Location: atop the battlements, for now anyway.

Outcome: Edd’s DEAD, baby. He survived the wall coming down, made it back to warn his friends, and hugged it out. Jon said it himself: the Night’s Watch has no purpose now, meaning Edd has nothing to be Lord Commander of. His watch is ending next week.

Tormund Giantsbane

Location: somewhere in the thick of it, with a belly full of giant’s milk

Outcome: WILD CARD. Honestly, I couldn’t peg down Tormund, and it’s just because he’s so damn bonkers. Like, he survived the wall, and we got more insight to his (alleged) upbringing, and his surprisingly liberal ideals when it came to Brienne’s status, which could spell death. But he’s just such a crazy bastard that if anyone could defy the writing on the wall, it’s him.

Davos Seaworth

Location: on the battlefield, giving everyone a good what for

Outcome: DEAD. He’s had a good run, but it’s time to say goodbye to our dear Onion Knight. He said it himself: he’s been through a lot of battles and he’s not even sure how he’s made it. He’s been a mentor, but they’ve all gotta spread their wings, plus he had those moments with the reluctant militiamen and the adorable Shireen stand-in. He’s going out like a damn champ.

Beric Dondarrion

Location: somewhere out there with his medieval lightsaber

Outcome: WILD CARD. I couldn’t pin down Beric because he’s in a very unique position: Rhllor the Lord of Light has brought him back from the dead 13 times. Despite his weapon being covered in something very effective against the undead, there’s no doubt he’ll fall in battle. My question is: which side will he fight for when he gets back up? The Lord of Light could bring him back, but the White Walkers also have a knack for putting corpses back on their feet. Or even crazier, will he become some sort of halfbreed, with tht eyepatch covering a glowing blue eye? (Probably not, but it’s a fun idea)

Lyanna Mormont

Location: the front? The crypts? I don’t know, she does what she wants.

Outcome: WILD CARD. I’m leaning slightly towards the dead end of the scale with Lyanna, because despite how sharp her tongue is and how big her balls are, she’s still a small child fighting an army of zombies. She’s a badass and could make it, but she’s a child and could just as easily eat it.

Bronn

Location: somewhere between King’s Landing and Winterfell

Outcome: WILD CARD. I can’t even say if Bronn will show up for this battle, but we do know he’s on his way with a big ass crossbow called “poetic justice” (according to Cersei). So he totally could show up and off one or both Lannister brothers while they’re distracted by zombies, or he could learn the true meaning of friendship and forsake the money to help out. And possibly die saving them. Or he won’t even make it there until afterwards. Who knows here man.

Now, a little more on the crypts, and why they gave me problems. So, they put the non-combatants and the children in the crypts, because it’s underground and by all accounts, safe. However, sollowing cinematic rules of foreshadowing, repetition is the surest sign that something’s important. EVERYBODY said the crypts are safe, repeatedly. Couple that with the shots of a very frightened Arya running from something, and it’s shaping up to be bad news bears down there. Many have guessed it, but for the sake of thoroughness, here’s the issue: the crypt is full of DEAD STARKS, and we all know how fond the White Walkers are of raising the dead. Provided they’ve got the range, Arya could be facing down the dead wearing the faces of her family. And given that, we could figure who it’s likely going to be. Ned is headless (plus it’s been mentioned that his bones were returned, implying there’s not much to bury), Robb is also headless and possibly not even buried in the family crypt, considering his body was paraded around on horseback with his wolf stitched onto his neck, so aside from ancient Starks, that leaves two candidates: Rickon (which, let’s be real, nobody cares about him and he’s not that intimidating either), and Catelyn. We don’t know if she made it to the crypts either (because Red Wedding), but she’s the strongest candidate for a truly unsettling foe for Arya, as well as an in-point for the TV show to introduce a skewed and twisted interpretation of Lady Stoneheart from the books into the show.

So yeah, with this information the Crypts could have a much higher principle death toll, but I think Arya being in the crypts sets up a heroic sacrifice scenario where she can ensure the other (important) people get out alive.

With a score of 11 - 11 - 4 the Battle of Winterfell is shaping up to be a potential Thanos Snap for our cast of characters next week. I can’t say how right or wrong I am on this, but this is the most thought I’ve put into predicting character deaths since Negan whistled his way onto the Walking Dead. So regardless, I’m excited to revisit this after the episode goes up on Sunday!

[thedevianthunterrk800]

Response Time (Captain Allen x Reader)

Request: Could you do a gender neutral EMT!reader who's always patching up the swat team and just goes "If I didn't know any better I'd think you guys were trying to get hurt"

This honestly reminds me of that episode of 30 Rock when Jenna makes Kenneth eat strawberries to get an allergic reaction so that the cute EMT comes lol like big mood™️

i don’t actually know anything about being an EMT so pls excuse if i don’t portray that correctly ahhh

Tags: @connorfixinghistie @wiredhawkes 

Masterlist

The first time you’re dispatched to treat the Detroit Police SWAT unit, you admittedly prepare for the worst. After all, you’ve only ever had to deal with local emergencies so far, like car accidents, scuffles that’d gone south, and the occasional call to bring elderly to the hospital. While you’ve aided your fair share of officers and detectives, you’ve never once been in contact with the SWAT unit.

Until today, that is.

Now, you watched a lot of television growing up, and so you’re well aware what kind of situations the SWAT team normally responds to. You expect there to be bloodshed, explosions, fatal gunshot wounds; you know, the standard stuff you see in action movies.

That’s not the case, however.

The SWAT team comes out unharmed. Well, mostly unharmed. You treat a few of them for some cuts and grazes, but nothing that requires immediate transportation to the ER, surprisingly.

Not to mention, you notice that the guys don’t seem to be bothered by the whole ordeal. Whatever situation they dealt with must’ve been child’s play—or maybe they’re simply used to responding to all sorts of violence by now. Still, it’s unsettling to see them joking around as if they weren’t being shot at by armed hostiles only a few minutes ago, but you suppose all that means is that you aren’t cut out to join the SWAT team. 

There’s just one guy in particular who remains quiet the whole time you examine him, which is unnerving in a different way because he’s the most handsome of the lot. Hell, he’s the most handsome guy you’ve ever met, and you wish he’d talk more because it’s getting increasingly difficult not to gawk at his perfectly sculpted face while dressing the cut on his neck.

Still, it’s not his obligation to make small-talk with you.

Not that you don’t try.

“Any other injuries?” you ask once you finish up, smiling at the expressionless SWAT member. He doesn’t return your smile, simply getting to his feet.

“That’s it. Thanks,” he says, giving you a curt nod. You offer him a small wave as he walks off, and you have to stop yourself from staring at his retreating back.

.

You don’t expect to see him again as quickly as you do, but not even a week later you’re once again gazing into the unimpressed face of who you mentally refer to as “SWAT Guy”. Of course, you know that there are other members in the squad, but only one of them looks like there’s a piece of shit right under his nose all the fucking time.

The situation they just handled appears to have been more dangerous than the last one, considering this time a few of the guys actually did sustain gunshot wounds. They’re immediately sent to the ER, and you’re left to check the other officers.

SWAT Guy at first glance looks alright, but you notice that he winces when you ask him to take a seat. He’s not bleeding, to your relief, but there’s no doubt he’s in pain. You have him remove his gear when he admits that he’s suffered a pretty nasty fall, and while your only goal is to tend to his injuries, you still can’t help yourself from feeling slightly flushed when he removes his black hoodie and shirt so you can examine his bruises.

You really try not to stare at his scarred six-pack and tattooed biceps.

..

It’s truly unfair that the only time an extremely gorgeous man strips in front of you is when he needs you to clean and bandage his wounds, but you would honestly consider these frequent exchanges with SWAT Guy to be one of the most intimate relationships in your life right now.

At this point, you’ve gotten used to working with Michigan’s finest SWAT unit. Either Detroit truly is in shambles or the DPD just sends these guys out for every little thing because there’s no way it’s normal how often you’re called to deal with them.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you guys are trying to get hurt,” you tell SWAT Guy one day. Considering he’s barely started speaking more than three words to you at a time, you never thought you’d live to see him actually laugh at one of your jokes but he suddenly does and the first thing you think is that it’s beautiful and you’d love to hear more of it.

“Shouldn’t this be good for you?” SWAT Guy replies with a small smirk, and you subconsciously swallow at the sight. “This means you’ll always have a job.”

“That’s true,” you agree with a devilish grin of your own, handing him an icepack for his many bruises. “I get paid per bone that you break.”

“I haven’t broken any bones.”

“Well, that’s why I keep telling you ‘break a leg’ every time we’re done here, huh?”

SWAT Guy shakes his head, but you swear you see the corners of his lips twitch upwards.

.

“I should really start handing out stamp cards,” you say jokingly as you apply antiseptic to the large cut on the SWAT captain’s forehead. You’ve already finished patching up the rest of the squad because the man always insists on being the last one checked out, regardless of the injuries he’s sustained. It’s pretty stupid, and on more than one occasion you’ve ignored his request, but still, you can’t help but admire his stubborn dedication.

In response to your teasing, Captain Allen—whose name you only discovered a few days ago—rolls his eyes, but he’s too slow to hide the smile that always seems to grace his lips during your brief exchanges. You grin and finish bandaging the wound, and you’re too focused on the task at hand to notice that Allen’s eyes never leave your face.

“All better!” you chirp, patting the freshly-dressed wound lightly. 

“That was quick.”

“Thanks to you guys, I’ve gotten really good at dressing cuts. I can do it with my eyes closed.”

Allen fake-scowls and you’re furious how someone can look so effortlessly attractive. “You better fucking not.”

“What, don’t you trust me? After everything we’ve been through?” you gasp, holding a hand over your heart, which hammering in your chest at a thousand beats per minute right now. You can’t help it; not with Captain Allen sitting in front of you looking so calm and edible. He’s unbelievably charismatic and you’re a little annoyed that it took him so long to open up because he’s actually quite hilarious and you can’t get enough of him.

His job worries the shit out of you and of course you’d never wish for him to have to be sent out just so you can see him, but you definitely get a thrill every time you’re told to aid the SWAT team.

At your questions, Allen raises an eyebrow, and fuck if that isn’t the hottest thing you’ve ever seen a man do. “What makes you think I don’t trust you?”

“I can see the doubt in your eyes, Captain,” you sniff dramatically, pretending to wipe a tear from your eye. Allen chuckles at your antics once again before a more serious expression crosses his face.

You take note of this and frown. “What’s wrong?”

He suddenly hops to his feet, eyes wandering over to the SWAT vans where the rest of his team is mulling about.

His answer is unexpectedly sharp. “Nothing. Thanks again for your help.”

So much for trust, you think disappointedly as he stalks off.

..

Seeing Captain Allen evokes a combination of giddiness and fear in you that’s morally questionable for someone in your profession but regardless, you can’t help but look forward to treating him. Sometimes you find yourself feeling disappointed when you’re sent on a regular call, which is pretty fucked up because you’re definitely not supposed to have preferences as an EMT, but it’s gotten really hard to control yourself around a certain SWAT member.

Besides being unforgivingly handsome, he’s an exceptional leader and more level-headed than you can ever hope to be. He’s stoic and fearless to a fault, sure, but then he smiles and it knocks the wind out of you.

Uhm...you definitely don’t have a crush on him, though. That would be entirely unprofessional.

No, no. You just admire the man.

Really.

“Yesterday a kid called us because he didn’t want to go to school,” you tell Allen, who hasn’t sustained any injuries but decided to come talk to you anyway. You try not to read into that but you’ll be lying if you say you’re not extremely giddy right now. “We spent like, thirty minutes trying to figure out whether or not we actually had to take him anywhere.”

Captain Allen snorts, crossing his arms as he leans against the ambulance doors next to you. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Nope. His mom eventually figured it out and I’m pretty sure he’s dead by now.”

“You should be fired for leaving someone to die then.”

“But then who’ll be there to patch up the local SWAT team?” you ask playfully, glancing up at the captain with a mischievous glint in your eye. The man is obviously trying not to smile but he almost gives in when he sees you waggling your eyebrows at him.

“I’m sure we’ll find a replacement.”

“Yeah, right. Who else is willing to come out every other day just to take care of your asses?”

Allen is full-on grinning now. You suddenly feel the urge to wipe it off his face with your lips. “Are you getting tired of us?”

Never, you think right away, but fuck if you’ll actually admit it. “Maybe a little. You take up all my free time, you know.”

“I apologize you have to do your job,” Captain Allen replies sarcastically and you laugh at that.

“I don’t mind if it’s you,” you reply without really thinking, and your eyes widen when you realize what you’ve said. Allen looks a little surprised but it’s nothing compared to how horrified you are right now by your own careless words. You chuckle nervously, pushing yourself upright and taking a few steps away from the captain. “Uh, because I wouldn’t want the SWAT team succumbing to their injuries or anything. Yeah. Imagine how fucked we’d be without you guys around, you know? Anyway, I have to go now. People be dying.”

It takes Captain Allen a good few seconds to process the complete bullshit that’s just spewed from your lips before he shrugs and steps away from the ambulance. He follows you quietly as you trudge over to the driver’s side of the vehicle, and you’re too busy mentally kicking yourself to notice him until he opens the door for you.

You blink. “Oh. Uhm, thank you.”

Allen nods distractedly. He waits for you to climb inside the cab and gently shuts your door. Starting the engine, you offer him a brief, sheepish smile. 

Before you can drive away, he suddenly taps on your window and you jump.

Feeling your cheeks heat up, you lower the window, hands shaking a little in anticipation—for what, you don’t exactly know. Still, you did sort of accidentally admit to Allen that you’re interested in him, so there’s no way he’s stopping you just to say bye, right? Maybe he wants you to clarify? Does it mean he actually feels the same—?

“Hey, I think you’re forgetting someone,” Allen’s voice cuts into your thoughts, and when you only continue to gape at him, he simply points to the distance where the rest of his team is, along with…

Fuck.

You almost left your partner.

“I was just warming the car,” you spit back as Allen shamelessly laughs at your mortified expression. You flush and sink backwards into your seat, covering your warm face with your hands in an attempt to block the world out.

You’ve never felt so fucking embarrassed in your life, and the fact that Captain Allen is the one to witness everything makes you want to crawl into a hole and fucking die.

.

Your stomach drops when you hop out of the ambulance and see at least six different police cruisers and two SWAT vans haphazardly parked outside a decrepit warehouse. There’s already another ambulance on scene and you mentally curse the Detroit traffic for slowing you down.

“I heard they’ve already evacuated half the team,” you hear your partner say from beside you, and for a second your world halts as you imagine a certain grumpy someone lying cold and lifeless somewhere in that warehouse. The thought shakes you to the core and you’re momentarily floored by how terrified you are for someone you barely know.

“Do you know who’s still in there?” you ask shakily, your ears ringing as you stare at the entrance of the warehouse for any sign of movement—any indication that SWAT Guy is alive and well.

“I know as much as you.”

The sound of several gunshots in the distance silences your reply and for a split second, everything stills. The world only gets much louder and livelier when you notice that SWAT members are now entering the premises.

“Why are they going in?” you ask nobody in particular, and as much as you want to run into the warehouse to see for yourself, you know better than to be that careless. Out of the corner of your eye, you see your partner shrug.

Truthfully, you don’t realize how invested you are in Captain Allen until you finally see a group of men walking out of the warehouse doors. You suddenly find yourself charging into the sea of commotion, weaving between officers to get close enough to the SWAT team because you have to know—

And there he is.

He looks agitated, if anything, running a hand through his slicked-back hair as he barks orders over his earpiece. You’re rooted to the spot, staring at him, transfixed, as though you’ve never seen him before, and you barely notice that he’s caught sight of you and is now headed in your direction.

Captain Allen begins to say a quick greeting when he reaches you, but he doesn’t even get a word in before you’re grabbing him by the front of his gear and tugging him down for a reckless, impulsive kiss.

He makes a noise of surprise and you feel him grip your shoulders, but instead of pushing you away like you expect, his hands only slip downwards to your waist and he pulls you so close you can feel every bump on the bulky vest that always seems to be attached to him. You sigh into his lips and he smiles at your contentment.

When you finally part, Captain Allen smirks at you. “Is that what I get for filling my stamp card?”

“Shut up,” you mutter, silencing his laughter with yet another kiss, hopefully just one of many more to come.

[icarusatmidnight]

Oleander, Thyme, and Daed? :D

Absolutely!! :D Sorry, this took a few days too! I had many words, heh.

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Full Name: Oleander Everclear Wormwood.

Gender & Sexuality: Agender + Grey-aromantic pansexual.

Pronouns: He/Him or They/Them

Ethnicity/Species: Child of the Inbetween?? is his best guess??

Birthplace: Northern Iceland.

Guilty Pleasures: Ha, Oleander doesn’t do guilty pleasures. He likes what he likes and what he likes is nunya business~ :P

Phobias: Water in the sense of being wet; not being able to breathe.

What They Would Be Famous For: He’s pretty infamous as Lund’s former apprentice (har har) and for being an Archmage at a terribly young age, at least in the sense people know of him in a really vague sense.

What They Would Get Arrested For: He can be so lazy at times, I’m going to go with just plain ole trespassing or being Daed’s accomplice.

OC You Ship Them With: Thyme!! Kingcup too in that good brotp way, but Thyme’s the only person I ship him with ~*romantically*~.

OC Most Likely To Murder Them: Hahahahahahahaha!! Best of luck ‘cause you won’t succeed. Lund has the most motivation to do so though, just out of pure spite, but he’d never get close enough.

Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Horror, horror, horror! From classic and shitty, he loves bingein’ on horror films. Reading is basically a chore though so he doesn’t have a favorite there.

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: Mhm. I don’t think Oleander is well-versed in the language of cliches enough to know what his least favorite is. He doesn’t like it when the hidden big bad is revealed to be an Inbetweener (so so lazy and overdone!) or when people just split up. He’s always gonna death-glare while muttering to himself ‘why do you want to die?’. It’s just madness.

Talents and Powers: He’s absurdly talented with Anima Magic for his age and there’s …other… things… too… :)

Why Someone Might Love Them: He’s sturdy like a rock! That’s definitely a huge reason both Kingcup and Thyme like him. It’s really hard to honestly rattle him and that’s kinda nice to have in a friend, you know? He’s also a massively sarcastic little dipshit with a sharp but not cruel tongue and a love of truly bad things. He knows how to have a good time, you know? :P

Why Someone Might Hate Them: I wanna say the massive sarcastic little dipshit thing sarcasm (and it’s definitely a possibility) but I honestly feel the monotony of his voice would probably get to people first. In high doses, I imagine it grates real easy.

How They Change: Out of the three mains, Oleander probably changes the least. He starts as a deadpan snarky kid who goes to support club to basically shut up his roommate and at the end, he’s still really similar to that person. But~! That’s okay. He ends knowing more about himself and what happened to him in his past and he’s on a much healthier path for healing because of that knowledge and that kinda overjoys me a lot. c:

Why You Love Them: !!! I love his silliness! I love his bluntness!! I love his monotone sarcasm and his love of ugly awful things that he sincerely feels are wondrous!! He’s been such an old character of mine for years and years now and I still just love learning new things about him and seeing how far he’s come from his original pissy protective edgelord beginning and I’m so so so happy I finally wised up and made him the main character of Icarus. It works so much better now. Just! /love love love

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Full Name: Thyme René Oxeye!

Gender & Sexuality: Cisguy and bisexual!

Pronouns: He/Him

Ethnicity/Species: He’s from a werewolf clan, though not technically one himself. He’s a junk wolf and has a bit of fae in him too. \m/!!

Birthplace & Birthdate: Romneya Backwoods and March 20th!

Guilty Pleasures: Tabletop RPGs. He needs to run a game for Oleander and Kingcup one day, needs!!

Phobias: He has a lot of general anxieties and a nasty habit of internally catastrophizing most of his actions but as for actual phobias, not really.

What They Would Be Famous For: Raising the Dead? Unfortunately??

What They Would Get Arrested For: I’ve mentioned it before but stealing dogs, for sure! He hates seeing them neglected and he has no qualms stealing them to give them some joy~ 💕

OC You Ship Them With: OLEANDER! 😭💕💕  I love them together so much but for less obvious choices though, him and Deacon are my strictly fwb guilty pleasure and I think him and Volkamenia would be good together too. They’re both just so cute and dopey.

OC Most Likely To Murder Them: I wanna say Kingcup just because but she’s really not the type to murder. So Thyme’s roommate Deacon is gonna be my choice! They have a fun relationship. :’D

Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Thyme loves documentaries so damn much, that nerd!! 😭! He knows so much useless and stupid info because of them, especially given how many bad ones he watches it. It’s ridiculous. Like Olea too, he’s not a huge reader but he likes …absurd queer adventures like River of Teeth? He’d love that kind of book.

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: Mhm. He’s really bored by gritty grimdark cynicism? Just, no.

Talents and Powers: He has his death empathy thing and Thyme totally does the Elle Woods ‘What, like it’s hard?’ thing when it comes to natural magic too, lol.

Why Someone Might Love Them: Despite his anxieties and insecurities, he’s a very outwardly bright and compassionate young man who does honestly try his best to bring some more warmth and happiness into the world.

Why Someone Might Hate Them: Oh ho ho. Outside of his anxieties and insecurities which feel like unfair hits, Thyme comes off as a little goody two-shoes at times and someone who is more nice than he is kind. It’ll rub people that wrong way for sure but honestly? Kingcup is screaming that Thyme is far too reckless when it comes to his magic!! He took a miles width chuck of the Backwoods into the Inbetween, raised a rabbit from the dead, got burned and took none of that to heart!! What the Fuck, Thyme!! Any one of those things would be bad but all of them combined?! What were you thinking!!

How They Change: 😭😭😭💕💕💕  Thyme starts off treading through a sea of guilt while spiraling downwards in anxieties and chipperly trying to pretend ‘Everything Is A-Okay! :)’ It’s not, at all. I love seeing him grow the most of out of the three, coming to terms with his connection to death and what happened in the Backwoods and actually accepting kingcup isn’t wrong about him being a reckless little shit either thyme what the fuck. By the end, I’m basically rolling on the ground in glee and pride about how far he comes in maturing into and working towards that better version of himself that’s still uniquely Thyme and It’s Wonderful!

Why You Love Them: I love his sincerity! I love his anxieties! I love his compassion and I love his recklessness, oh my god! He is my darling bisexual disaster of bisexual and the type of character I’d fell over heels for as a teen. His journey is so so much fun and while he’s no longer my main character for Icarus, I still have a massive soft spot for him (clearly). His family back in Romneya is also extremely dear to my heart, lol. I adore puppy-like werewolves who just adopt every misfit in sight because ‘we’re your family now!! :D’. Sue me.

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Full Name: Ira Myrrh Young Daedalus York

Gender & Sexuality: Cisguy & Aro Ace!

Pronouns: He/Him

Ethnicity/Species: He’s pretty human.

Birthplace & Birthdate: In the woods and he’s pretty sure it was like July 25th. Probably. 

Guilty Pleasures: See his favorite genres except like Olea, he ain’t that guilty over it. :P He really loves living domestic life too.

Phobias: Having his horror rub off and fuck up Oleander is kinda high up there. Also, he doesn’t like insects or iguanas.

What They Would Be Famous For: He’s pretty famous for his ability to break things and his vague detective skills too actually!

What They Would Get Arrested For: ….everything. Grand Theft Auto is real high on the list though.

OC You Ship Them With: No one, not his thing! I do think him and Thyme’s mother Dahlia would bond  (and drink) over their mutual aro-ness and their delinquent children though! FRIENDSHIP! FRIENDSHIP! FRIENDSHIP!

OC Most Likely To Murder Them: Lund? His folks? Other Knights of Pandora? There’s plenty of options.

Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Trashy Romance Novels and Rom-Coms until he dies!!! \m/!!

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: Blood-Family is Absolute. Some people you need to cut out of your life and cut them out viciously. Also, just badly written love triangles?? You can do so much better than ‘x loves y and likes z and can’t choose between them’.

Talents and Powers: He has a natural talent for breaking things. \m/

Why Someone Might Love Them: He’s an effortlessly kind soul who tries his best to put some good back into the world. After all the Hell his folks have tried to raise, it’s the least he can do, you know? He’s also a great drinking buddy and the type of person who won’t ever leave you to feel sorry for yourself. He probably won’t actually help much but he’ll be there for you.

Why Someone Might Hate Them: People who figure out he’s a (former) Knight of Pandora tend to avoid him like a plague. Like there’s no need to get involve with them, and Daed doesn’t blame any of them any one bit. And while he is honestly very kind, he’s still blunt as fuck and doesn’t have the best handle of how to socialize politely.

How They Change: In the story, not much. He’s already dealt with his demons the best he’s ever gonna by then start so he doesn’t have much of journey. He’s actually more the mentor type to the three leads and I love him being the figurative dad/uncle type to them all. :’)

Why You Love Them: Daed’s Daed!! Oh my gosh, he’s a frickin snake in the best way. You see him and just thinks he’s a drunk idiot weasel and he kinda is but he’s also using that as a cover to map out your whole life and motivations and plans and figuring out if he needs to Deal With You or not.

But, you know, just for fun! :D

He’s just a strange character that you wouldn’t think sincerely wants to be a dad and dreams of having a cliche as fuck family but he does?? So so much?? Living in Dead Leaves with Oleander is like his dream come true and he’s so ready to help him be the very best Oleander that he wants to be! He’s also so ready to Beat The Ever-Loving Shit Out Of Anyone Who Dares to Hurt Oleander too. He knows Oleander can handle himself but he’s been through enough already. No more, no more.

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Did you get enough rest last night? I never get enough rest, ever

What was the last thing that kept you awake? I don’t remember, man.  it changes every night

If you have pets, do they sleep in your bedroom at night? Both of my pets are allowed to.  My dog definitely stays and sleeps under the covers with us but my cat comes and goes

Can you sleep with background noise or does it keep you up? It I prefer it to be quiet.

Do you ever take naps? Do you take long naps or little power naps? I occasionally take naps, depends.  I used to take them all the time but now I take them maybe once every couple of weeks or so.  They’re usually little power naps, nothing too crazy unless i’m exhausted.

What helps when you have trouble sleeping? literally nothing lol.  i guess sometimes meditation helps but i take benadryl and melatonin at night and also try to drink some chamomille tea, sometimes take a bath with lavender in it.  but to no avail lol.  usually none of that does shit for me

Who was the last person to cook you a meal? What did they make? My boyfriend, i don’t remember what it was though.  he has not been cooking a whole lot recently.  he did make me some overnight oats the other day though

Who was the last person you cooked a meal for? What did you make? besides when i make food for myself lol, i made my boyfriend some sushi recently.

Who is your female celeb crush? (If applicable) I don’t really know if i have a female celeb crush, there are plenty that i love and think are beautiful but there is not one that stands out more than the rest

Who is your male celeb crush? (If applicable) any BTS member or other kpop males lol i love them all they’re so fucking hot

Tell me about an interesting article you've read recently. It just read that there is a new covid variant that is basically a mix of the two that we have currently.  but there hasn’t been enough research to tell how infectious it is or how dangerous it is.  it started in europe though

Do you have a favorite Marvel character? No, I don’t like marvel at all actually

Favorite DC character? I don’t have any either

Do you read comic books? I have, yeah.  I’ve read the walking dead comics and I really like them.  Kickass was a pretty good series and i liked scott pilgrim a lot too. 

Who has been your favorite actor to play Batman (live action)? I haven’t seen all of them so i wouldn’t even know.  my mom just watched the new one and said robert pattinson actually did pretty good though so that’s interesting.

Who has been your favorite live action Joker? also, haven’t seen enough to be able to choose one.

Has a horror film ever actually scared you? Which one(s)? Not really lol.  The movie mirrors kind of made me paranoid for a while, like I could not look in mirror without being terrified and I tried to avoid them for the longest time.  I think i’m still a little wary of them thbh

What was the last horror movie you saw? texas chainsaw massacre, the new one that just came out.  it wasn’t very good lol.  i expected it to be really gory and nasty and it was kind of dissapointing

What was the first horror movie you remember seeing? i think nightmare on elm street was one of my first.  if not that, then it was saw

Name a few historical figures you find interesting. Why? ummm. i’m not sure tbh.  i’m not a huge history buff, I didn’t pay attention in history very much at all tbh so i don’t think i have any that i can think of atm

What is your favorite historical film? the boy in the striped pajamas was a good movie, i feel like that’s a historical film?  sad as hell though

Do you usually enjoy historical films? Nope

Name a sequel film (any franchise) you like better than the first film. Why is that? I don’t know, honestly.  I rarely enjoy the sequels of movies.  I enjoyed the Saw franchise as a whole.  Definitely the first one was a classic and will always hold a special place in my heart but the others are also really good and I enjoyed them as well.

Which do you find most interesting: Greek, Roman, or Norse mythology? Why? I mean, i honestly don’t know much about any of these so i wouldn’t say i find any of them the most interesting

Which tale from whichever mythology you listed above do you find most interesting? -

Do you collect anything? What was the last item you added to that collection? I collect shot glasses.  I don’t remember where the last one I got was.  I’ve been slacking a bit but I also haven’t been traveling very much recently.

Do you have any houseplants? fake ones, yeah

How do you like your tea? i like my tea hot and with sugar, sometimes honey depending on the day

Who is your favorite Muppet? I don’t have one.

What is your favorite type of bird? idk i like parrots i guess

Which streaming platform do you use the most, if any? Spotify, if you mean for music

What is a skill or useful piece of knowledge you wish you'd learned sooner? plenty of things, man.  How to properly manage my money, how to become an adult, how to do my taxes, how to take care of my vehicle, credit card stuff, how to take care of myself medically and emotionally.

What is your favorite vampire movie? I don’t like vampire movies

Your favorite fictional couple? Rose and the doctor

Do you have a favorite historical couple? nope

Have you received any good news recently? my family is coming to town and will be here in a few hours!

Have you learned anything new recently? I learn something new every day