#my second-favorite grouch

[sundayswiththeilluminati]

The Vex Labyrinth: immense hostile computational network of impossible power and memory spanning unfathomable permutations of simulated and parallel universes from before the dawn of time

Asher Mir:

[coffee-and-geto]

“HAVE YOU SEEN MY PANTIES?”

pairing: satoru gojo x f!reader

summary: in a lazy, hot summer afternoon, it’s your boyfriend’s turn to do the laundry. but why doesn’t he respond when you’re asking where’s your panties?

warnings: +18, smut, nsfw, gojo is your boyfriend, needy! gojo, cute! gojo, fluff, nipple play, panties sniffling, masturbation (m), oral (f!receiving), overstimulation, sex (p in v), also based on a @/yunonoai’s comic!

wc: 2,128

“Babe, can you do the laundry? I have a call.”

“Sure,” Satoru replies, standing up from the couch where he was lazily lying down, chilling out in front of some tiktoks.

He steps towards the bathroom, the laundry hamper waiting for him to be emptied and washed. With a resigning sigh, he looks down at the heap of dirty clothes. One of them overhangs them all: your favorite panties — the one he bought you last month. 

The lace surrounds with finesse the satin fabric of your favorite color.

So how can he not be hard at the only sight that reminds him how long you both haven’t had sex?

Fuck.

His breathing becomes heavier, each inhaling being a trial to not pay attention to the prominent bulge swelling down his gray jogging pants. Of course, the memory of your whimpers will always be like music to his ears, the fwap sounds of his cock buried deep, so deep, inside of your wet pussy, and his balls, so much filled with his cum and tightening when he's about to climax, slapping against your ass at each pound into you.

He is grouching now, at the edge of whining in need of your full attention — but of course, you needed to have a call at this very moment.

His hand twitches to his crotch, palming his already hard erection through the soft fabric of his pants, electricing at quiet moans, Satoru’s beautiful face wincing in pleasure. He swallows thick, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and gives in. With messy movements, he lifts up his black shirt to grab the hem at his watering mouth and muffle his cute sounds between his clenched teeth and jaw. The fresh air blow at his hard abs, making him tensing his belly with scorching skin.

His big, calloused hand fiddles with his erection, so ready to free himself from the torturous sensation of your pretty panties, which he holds between his fingers and brings to his nose to inhale your scent, which makes him like a little puppy for you. Satoru utters a desperate whimper and finally buries his hand under his clothes to release his quivering cock.

It’s much bigger than usual, beads of precum glistening on the angry red tip, and veins sinuating the flesh. Of course, it’s perfect. That’s why it will never seem strange to anyone to see him stroke himself. He lazily fucks his tight fist, picturing your sweet pussy as he closes his eyes, beads of sweat leaking from his temples a flush spreads all over his cheeks.

His length girth throbs between his digits, coursing waves of lust through him as Satoru quickens the pace, as the same as his heartbeat. Saliva damps the fabric of his black shirt, and the idea of substituting the hem of his shirt with your panties carries out straight away, increasing his arousal until it’s twitching in a maddened way. With each stroke, the pre spreads along his shaft to allow it to be lubricated, at the point that if you all of a sudden show up in the bathroom, you both can skip the foreplay but damn!

“Toru? Did you see my panties?” Your voice echoes through another room.

But he doesn’t answer anyway.

“Fuck,” he grunts in a quiet whine, “miss you so much, babe.” His balls tighten, following the next moment — and it doesn’t take that much time he expected, because a few seconds after he twists his wrist in an upstroke movement — the exact way you’d do to him — he’s already cumming on the heap of laundry, dirtying them even more they already were, puddles of a viscous liquid, spreading out in droplets as the orgasmic peak subsides.

Panting heavily, he doesn’t hear you burst into the bathroom as you exclaim, “Satoru? You serious? Look at the state of the laundry now!”

With a swift gesture, he removes your panties from his mouth and turns his head suddenly towards you. He’s unable to justify himself and simply watches your disapproving pout ruffle your pretty lips. “Sorry babe, I'll clean it up.” He also notes how your mere presence makes him hard immediately despite having softened a moment earlier with the moment of “relief” he wished to provide for himself.

“Where are my panties?” you ask a second time as you rummage, eyebrows furrowed, through the basket of dirty laundry.

Satoru rubs the back of your neck nervously and hesitates to hide your underwear in his palm. “Uh... here,” he murmurs softly, slightly discomfited as you pinch the bridge of your nose in exasperation.

“You’re that much needy?”

Satoru looks down, a little boyish pout on his lips that breaks your heart. “Sorry...”

Your frown softens. “Oh, um— No, Toru, please don’t gimme that look,” you whisper, walking over to him, your hands instinctively cupping his cheeks to make him look down at you. “I’m sorry, my love. You need to tell me when you need me, okay?”

Satoru nods slowly, still guiltily pouting. “Can I have you? Please? Just one round, I swear I’ll be gentle,” he murmurs.

His request makes your lips curl up. “My boy does want me? You’re cute, almost begging like this.” You graze a kiss on his cheek. “Get on your knees.”

“Like that?” His knees make contact with the floor, his cock still outside his dangling jogging suit. He so fucking cute, listening to you so obediently.

“Good boy,” you coo, sliding pants down your thighs. Your black panties hug the swell of your hips, your intoxicating scent spreading toward Satoru’s nostrils.

He moves towards you using his knees to grip your hips and sniff your scent once more. The action makes you giggle so much that it makes you suck in a breath when he pulls down your underwear to kiss your groin. “Love you,” he whispers. “I want to taste you, please.”

“Satoru, just wait I—” But he cuts you off, darting out his tongue to lick a strip enough to feel your bundle of nerves. A moan escapes your lips, driving your breath as crazy as he’s doing with his skillful mouth.

“You’re dripping,” Satoru comments, kissing your lower lips swiftly before grabbing you by the thighs and lifting you up, dropping you off the washing machine. “Spread your legs,” he mumbled, all needy and flushed to eat you out.

And how long he hadn’t—

It’s like he’s drunk on you, ignoring your moans and whimpers as he rests his cheeks on your inner thigh to wrap his wrist around your thighs. His fingertips dig into the flesh of your thighs, trapping you firmly. “Keep ‘em spread, baby,” he purrs, lapping your soaked core and sensitive, puffy clit. “It tastes s’good, I’ve missed you.”

His dick twitches and throbs afterward, your sweet sounds re-hardening him and making him more swollen than he was even after the few rubs he did to relieve himself.

“Hmm, ah, Satoru, you—” you trail off, throwing back your head against the wall, your hands grabbing the washing machine’s edge until your knuckles turn white. “I’ll be close, I—” you babble, and the realization of how much not having sex with him for so long is turning you into a virgin-like. And also, the clenching feeling of your pussy, lips parting and closing around nothing hits you so hard.

You need to cum on his cock.

“Satoru, stop,” you gasp, your fingers snaking gently through his white lock and tugging them carefully.

He stops the moment after your whine reaches his ears — a sound ringing like music to his ear. “But… I haven’t made you come yet,” he murmurs, rubbing your clit slowly with his forefinger and middle finger. His cute pout is now begging you to give him grace.

“I want to cum on your dick,” you clarify, leaning in, your lips pressing down a gentle, loving kiss on this beautiful forehead of him.

“You sure? I haven’t stretched you beforehand.” He rises from his former crouching position and holds his sensitive length closer to your core.

“I don’t mind, I just want you right now,” you blow out, kissing his free hand.

Satoru blushes — and oh, how can anyone fall in love with this cute little face you want to madly shower with cuddles and kisses? “Can we put it in while I kiss you?” he requests, bringing his lips closer to yours.

You let out a little laugh, pressing a first kiss on his lips. “You’re so cute.”

But something makes your eyes drop lower, and you feel it. Satoru’s hand holds his shaft enough well to tap the tip and the length below on your core, teasing your squelching cunt.

“C’mon, don’t tease me, I want you n— Ah!” He shuts you down by crashing his lips on yours and sliding himself easily in you, stretching you impossibly wide. “S-Satoru, you’re bigger than usual,” you whimper. 

Your hands grab his broad shoulder, nails sinking in his compressed black shirt, lips moving on their own to taste yourself on his wet lips. His tender tongue asks to enter you, and you allow him, soft strokes on each other’s tongue.

Satoru moans in the melting kiss, waiting for you to adjust, and starts gentle back and forth hips moves, hissing through his teeth by the sweet, delicious tightness of yours. “You feel so good,” he squeals between kisses. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You gasp, swallowing hard because of the different paces your brain can’t focus on — stolen kisses and perfect pounds into you. It’s so deep, so mastered, that it’s driving you mad and making you see stars.

Breaking the kiss, Satoru wraps his muscled arms around your back and encircles you flush against him, your heartbeat matching with his, and your fingernails slide down his back as you almost lose strength and balance every time his tip brushes against your cervix, etching red scratch marks for sure on his back as soon as he will remove his shirt.

With another buck before pulling out fully, he slides back in and manages to reach your deepest point, making your back arch and cry out. “Satoru, please, I’m so close,” you whine, wincing because of his hips rocking in you faster and harder. 

The washing machine sways to the same rhythm, threatening to give way under your weight. Your heavy, ragged breaths fill the air in a kind of steam room. Blood beats at your ears, your gummy walls clenching around his long, big dick without ceasing and have mercy for you.

But as if that wasn’t enough, Satoru slides your top off with a swift movement of his hand to free one of your breasts and taste the nipple. He sucks hard, tongue pulling and swirling at the nub like no other. The action makes you roll your eyes, the overstimulation engulfing you like a wave would.

He then uses his head to tease your nipple with a gentle tug, his cerulean-blue eyes captivated by your curve. You squeal, your walls swallowing up his thrusts inside you, tightening more and more until he gives in and takes you back into his arms, but this time with a hand under your thigh to lift it up and enable him to reach an even more precise and deep angle, making you scream out his name.

“Baby, I’m gonna cum,” Satoru warns you, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down, and his jaw tense from clenching. “Please, where—”

“Inside me, Satoru,” you whimper in the hollow of his neck, closing your eyes before the following ride crashes the two of you.

Pussy clenching around his length, you squirt on him with a small cry, and Satoru does likewise, twitching as he grunts and his hips jerk to reach your womb and fill you up with his cum.

Muscles trembling from the aftermath, you pant against him, as weak as after an intense workout. “I’ve missed you so much,” Satoru whispers in your ear, in the same state as you. His large, quaking hands stroke your hair, soothing you.

White strings escape from your full, swollen-lipped pussy, the sound of trickling filling the silence of the room.

“I promise I’ll do the laundry, but please, can we have cuddles?” Satoru demands, blinking down at you with puppy-dog eyes.

You rest your cheek on his shoulder and nod, a smile stretching your lips, as you reach out to stroke his cheek.

“Of course, my baby.”

DING DONG.

The ringing of the front door echoes in your ears and a memory pops into your head, slapping you in the face.

“Wasn’t Suguru supposed to come to borrow the washing machine here because his is broken?”

Satoru froze, flickering his eyes. “Huh?”

a/n: feelin to write something cute and smutty haha! i think writing things easy like this is unwinding me.

see how he’s so cute? 🥹 pls God give me one…

tags: @ssetsuka @zara-zara11 @bearwithmoo @elliesndg @lymsfm @mutsu422 @whathappenedtobees @drippymcdrippison @koshhin @v31v3t

[th3secr3th1story]

gojo and geto when you don't say "i love you" back

biggest losers ever

gojo

"baby, i'll see you soon, ok? don't miss me too much," gojo whined, attached to your hip as you rubbed his back.

he was assigned a mission somewhere in rural japan and likely wouldn't be back for a couple days, which was especially hard for the both of you seeing that you were never separated for more than 12 hours. (you and gojo were typically assigned to missions together, but this one wasn't a special-grade curse so it was only given to him. what a loser.)

"i should go," he sighed into your shoulder. "don't cheat, call me every day, don't start any new shows, don't go out, don't let anyone talk to you, buy tons of sweets for me, annoy megumi, punch nanami for me, don't for-"

"'toru! it's just a few days, i'll see you soon. just be careful, ok?" you giggled.

he (begrudgingly) removed himself from you, turning towards the door with a massive pout.

"alright, baby, i love you," he grouched.

"stay safe, 'toru! bring me back souvenirs," you smiled, waving at him.

except he didn't leave. he stood there, grinning at you expectantly, one hand on his mini suitcase and another on the doorknob.

when you simply kept waving at him, confused, his smile dropped.

"okay, fine. i guess i won't come home then," he said with a pout, glaring at you.

"huh?! what are you talking about?"

"well, since you clearly just want me to kill myself because you don't love me anymore, i guess i'll find someone else to marry," he sniffed.

"stop playing around, 'toru. you know i love you."

and just like that, gojo satoru was grinning like an idiot.

"okay, sweets, see you soon!"

and just like that, gojo satoru was out the door.

geto

the two of you were currently coddled up in your bed, you on top of geto as he massaged your scalp.

you weren't sure how long you both had been laying there, but neither of you wanted to move.

geto listened to you talk about your day, mainly filled with complaints about gojo and his weird behaviors.

you were currently telling him how itadori pranked fushiguro earlier that day in your class, barely able to suppress your giggles.

"-and then he put a fake spider on his shoulder. i swear, when fushiguro saw it i thought he was going to cry. it's so hard being a teacher sometimes, i forget that i can't laugh at the students."

geto chuckled lightly at the story as he listened to how happy you sounded retelling jujutsu high's antics.

once you finished, the two of you laid there in silence, simply enjoying each other's presence.

"you know i love you, right? you're the most important person in my life, y/n," he said softly.

you simply sighed and kissed his neck, happy to be in geto's embrace. but after a few seconds the head massaging stopped.

you whined and looked up to see why he paused. you were met with his dead stare.

"why'd you stop?" you asked, confused.

"'cause you don't appreciate me," he teased.

"no! you're my favorite man ever. i love you so much, suguru," you wailed, pressing his hand back on your head.

"man?"

"fine. you're my favorite person ever."

"person?"

"you're my favorite...organism ever?"

"that'll do, i guess," he mumbled, smiling.

geto resumed his ministrations and slowly lulled you to sleep with his light humming of a song gojo couldn't stop singing earlier that day.

(it only sounds good when it comes from him. no offense, gojo.)

[morganbritton132]

This is so silly, but I watch Sesame Street with my kids these days and thought about Eddie being one of the first artists adapting his lyrics to be numbers and colors!

The first thing to pop into my head after reading this prompt is Eddie, age 25, sitting on a stoop next to Oscar the Grouch and I love it.

The second thing to pop into my head is Corroded Coffin, in all their heavy metal glory, playing a rock n roll version of the rubber ducky song on toy instruments. Gareth uses Oscar’s trashcan as a drum and at the end of the song, he comes out of the trashcan like, “Hey, someone’s livin’ here.”

I think Eddie would absolutely jump at the opportunity to be on the show because (1) he was a Sesame Street kid and understands it’s importance, (2) thinks it’d be hilarious and piss off a lot of conservatives (his favorite hobby), (3) Steve is a second-grade teacher and he shows this show to his kids on rainy days, and (4) he fucking loves Big Bird.

As predicted, the episode gets quite a bit of backlash even though the whole theme of it was about not judging people based on what they look like and that there is good in everybody. There were even a few years where PBS took the episode out of rotation after receiving so many complaints.

When asked about it in an interview, Eddie says, “Hey, before we were devil-worshiping Satanists, we worshipped the bird.”

Many years later when Eddie is thrust back into the spotlight by being a dork on a social media app, he’s asked to go back onto the show. They do an episode about epilepsy and Eddie causes a whole different controversy by mentioning that his husband from his same-sex marriage is epileptic.

[a3risbaby]

what we whispered in the dark [m]

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 stardew valley : sam x afab!reader (no pronouns)

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 Between the sneaking around and him nearing cumming in his pants from a heated kiss, you don't feel like a pair of twenty-somethings who are three and a half seasons into their relationship. And something about that makes your heart soar. He always finds a way to make you fall in love like it's the first day all over again.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 smut (minors dni), fluff, established relationship, face-sitting, vaginal fingering (barely), cross-posted on ao3 | 1.9k words

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 my first x reader smut! i was going to continue, but i figured that this was a good stopping place. let me know if you liked it :)

On your first day in Pelican Town, you tried to greet everyone, introducing yourself as the new farmer taking over your grandfather's dilapidated farm. The reactions varied from the gruff Get the fuck out of my face (Shane, your favorite grouch) to the stand off-ish Oh...you're not what I was expecting (Jodi, who's warmed up a little) to the pleasant Nice. I'll see you around (Alex, one of your fastest friends).

And Sam? Sam was sweet, you realized immediately, and your impression hasn't changed since. With his bright hair and even brighter smile, he always passes you with a chipper wave, kicking off on his ever present skateboard, and you find yourself saving all of your fished-up Joja Cans just to see his face light up. Sam is sweet and kind and nice and just a little dumb and funny and currently doing a really shitty job of sneaking out of his house.

"Can you be a little quieter?" you hiss from the bushes, wincing as his knee hits the windowsill for the second time.

You're not worried about Kent. In fact, he's watching the two of you right now from his usual spot underneath the front yard tree, the smallest frown marring his features. The last time you were rushing to avoid the 2AM fine, you made a point of stopping and asking Kent for his blessing. Less because it mattered and more because he often sat here until late, and you weren't sure if you could avoid both his insomniac habits and the town's curfew.

"His mom leaves the house around ten," Kent murmurs. "Make sure to set an alarm before you get distracted with playing your video games."

"No worries, sir, I'm up by sunrise," you say, eyes not leaving your boyfriend. He's finally making his way down the makeshift rope ladder. "Can you please teach him how to sneak out properly next time?"

Over your shoulder, Kent snorts softly. "Sure."

It's been years since either of you were a teenager, but Sam breathes a youthful energy back into you, taking your hand as soon as he hits the ground and running off with one last glance at his dad. You keep up with his long strides, the wind whipping at your straw hat and clothes, and have to suppress a giggle as he nearly trips over a rock. He's really bad at this. You slip an extra glowstone ring onto his thumb.

"That's the first time I actually made it out undetected," he says, a laugh bubbling in his chest. "I need to tell Seb tomorrow."

"How does it usually go?"

"Well, I barely get out the front door—"

See? A little dumb. You bite back a silly comment, shooting him a smile that he returns instead.

The journey from his house to yours isn't far—go past Leah's cozy cabin, take a right at Marnie's expansive ranch, follow the newly laid stone path until you see the telltale stable—but it's long enough for your floating moods to sink into something akin to anticipation. At the stoop, you drop your keys once, then twice. It doesn't help that Sam's trailing his fingers along your sides, dropping kisses along your shoulders.

"You should just leave the door unlocked next time," he suggests when you finally get the key in. You barely managed to pull together the plan for tonight, and he's already talking about next time. "No one's out here this late."

"Except us."

"Except us," he echoes.

You kick your shoes off, but you're not sure where they land because Sam has you pressed against the closed door, lips moving against yours, clumsy in his haste. His hands are tight on your hips as he pulls you into him. You're tempted to lose yourself in the urgency.

"Sam, wait," you manage. He hums in acknowledgement, moving to brush his nose along your jaw. "I need to take a shower first. I've been foraging in Cindersap all day."

"You could be covered in slime goop, and I'd still find you hot," he says with so much sincerity your knees almost buckle.

"Thanks, but it's not a matter of whether or not I'm attractive." You push his shoulders squarely. He yields. "I feel gross. It'll take five, ten minutes tops. You can wait upstairs for me."

"And what if I get lost?" He raises his eyebrows. "I feel like I should follow you to the shower."

You roll your eyes. "Heel, boy. I'll be right there, okay?"

His excitement is endearing. Between the sneaking around and him nearing cumming in his pants from a heated kiss, you don't feel like a pair of twenty-somethings who are three and a half seasons into their relationship. And something about that makes your heart soar. He always finds a way to make you fall in love like it's the first day all over again. As promised, you're done washing off in seven minutes. For a second, you entertain the idea of walking into your bedroom with only a towel, just to gauge his reaction, but you throw on a tank top and shorts instead, foregoing underwear since it'll all be gone anyway.

You find him on the edge of your bed, sorting your mail into two piles on your nightstand. He looks up with a smile.

"JojaMart's having a sale on seeds," he reports. "You can use my employee discount and get a little more off."

"Yeah?" You step between his open legs and brush blond hair away from his forehead. Your beautiful, radiant boyfriend. "How much off?"

"I don't remember. Like 10%, I think?"

"Just ten?" You shimmy your shorts down an inch. He follows their journey like a hawk. "I thought it was more than that."

"Maybe it was twenty, I'm not sure."

"That's all? A shame." You push them down further, exposing your hips, and his eyes light up as he catches on.

He wets his lips and says, voice strained, "No, it was 100%. Definitely completely off."

You let him tug your shorts down, and when they pool around your ankles, you kick them off. His gaze flickers between your exposed skin and your face, impossibly reverent. He doesn't pray to Yoba like his family, but his expression, here and now, is one of a worshiper. Devoted and devout until the end of time.

He pulls you in for a kiss, mouth open to swallow your moans, and falls back onto your sheets. Your legs straddle his hips, and you whimper as he ruts his growing bulge against the apex of your legs. The material of his sweatpants drag against you—you definitely need to throw it in the laundry before he leaves.

"This wet already, baby? The night's barely started," he mumbles against your lips. Under normal circumstances, the stain on his pants would embarrass you, but anticipation thrums in your veins. The hands on your waist force you to still, and it's pathetic how close you are to begging him to keep going. "As much as I love it, I'm not going to last long like this and I want to finish in you tonight. Okay?"

"Okay," you manage, "but you better keep your word."

He laughs. "I always do. Now how much of a discount do I need to promise if I want you to sit on my face?"

.

.

You're a sight that Sam can never tire of. He isn't the wordy kind of person, but if he was, he'd likely wax poetic about how beautiful you look right now. Something about how the crescent moon spills from the open window and falls over your skin like liquid silver.

Huh. That actually wasn't bad. Maybe writing lyrics for the band has made him better at this sort of thing. He settles on the pile of pillows on your bed, murmuring encouragements as you shift forward and straddle his face.

"Are you sure?" you're asking for the third time, and he has to hold back from rolling his eyes.

He tries his best to look you in the face, which is hard considering everything else tempting his gaze. Yoba, this is a perspective that he needs to get more often. "Babe," he says, trailing kisses along your thigh. "Seriously. I already said it before, but this is exactly what I want. You're stunning. Amazing. Perfect. I'd rather die between your legs than anywhere—" And the rest of his argument is lost on his tongue as you finally take a seat and Sam considers quitting his day job at JojaMart to do this forever.

He inhales the dampness of your pussy, flattens his tongue, and basks in the way you keel forward, fingers curling around the headboard to keep steady. A shaky breath from you and he sets out in earnest, one hand digging into your ass, the other skimming its way up your body until it lands on your chest. He's not the type to curse much either, but fuck, your tits are amazing. He grasps at them firmly, just how you like it, until you yank your top over your head and he can finally get a full view.

His hands move again, this time to spread you further apart as his tongue laps at your dripping cunt, and if your growing cries are any indication, he's proud to say that he's gotten good at this lately.

Can you be a little quieter? he's tempted to echo the complaint you had at his house earlier, but he holds back from teasing for two reasons. One, he actually hates it when you bite back your moans. Your volume is exactly why you can't do this at his place, and he relishes in the way your noises go straight to his dick, currently straining to be freed from his sweats. And two, truthfully, he doesn't think he can separate from you long enough to say anything.

So he expresses his pleasure with guttural groans and pants as you grind down into his face, your clit clipping his nose in a way that has you squirming in his hold. You're fucking amazing, and he hopes you know this. He feels like he doesn't tell you that enough.

"So good, a-ah, Sam, fuck...just like that. Keep goi—oh my—"

Your pace stutters when his lips finally suction around your clit, and his name becomes a breathless mantra on your tongue as he unravels you on his. You rock against his face, previous hesitation forgotten as you chase after your high.

"'m so close," you whimper, your hands kneading your chest desperately. "So, so close—Sam, please—almost there."

Without warning, he sinks a finger into you, the metal of his glowstone ring cold against your flushed folds, and it's enough to send you over the edge. A flurry of broken curses spill over as you ride it out, and Sam swears he can drown in your pussy, lapping at your orgasm until you push off of him and slide onto your back.

"You're too good at this for a newbie," you insist, voice petulant as you catch your breath.

He wants to kiss you so bad, make you taste yourself on the slick that runs down his chin, but he cleans himself up and waits beside you patiently until you tug at his hand. A sign that you're ready for him to make good on his promise.

[thoughtsonlou]

I just got back to my hotel after the Away From Home Festival and I needed to document my thoughts! This is the third festival in a row that I have attended and so far, this was my personal best experience. In Spain, I had planned poorly and ended up feeling dehydrated and sick, Italy was a travel nightmare (and the worst merch stand experience I have ever had), but Mexico was organized so well. Starting off, I actually got my bracelet this time (unlike Italy where most of them got thrown in the trash??). The merch line was short and efficient (I got a beautiful t-shirt—Louis’ merch never misses). The entire area was lively with colorful food stands, banners, lights, a giant AFHF sign in front of some stone. There was plenty of space, but it still felt like there were a lot of people there. The atmosphere was so chill, I loved it. Surprisingly, I never felt hot, the sun went down quickly and there was a gusty breeze most of the night.

Now for the music…

I completely missed Rodrigo Leal. I could hear Gibby while I went through the line outside (and I saw him later getting photos with fans). I thought he sounded great. I listen to some of his songs sometimes. Reverend and the Makers were better than I thought they would be. The lead singer fumbling with the Mexican flag was a bit comical, but they sounded tight as a group. Honestly, Dylan was kind of my favorite (of the openers). I didn’t really vibe with her music before the concert, but she was great on stage, and I respect that she cut all the Harry stuff. She added a rock edge to her more pop-y songs, and it changed them for the better. I don’t know she was just so charismatic on stage I dug it. Kevin Kaarl was clearly adored by the audience. Unfortunately, I don’t speak a word of Spanish, so I did not understand anything (and may have taken a bit of a snooze on the ground during his set). However, that is not to say I thought he was bad, quite the opposite. It was a nice change of pace, and his voice was moving. I love the DMA’s and were stoked that they were performing this year. They did not disappoint. I was a little distracted because Oli was like fifteen feet away from me singing along and dancing it was really cute 😊. It was so cool to have such a big band there at Louis’ festival. Ooooh the lineup was certainly my favorite of all the AFHFs I have been to so far. Spain is a close second, but I truly loved every act here, and in the case of Dylan, found her way more compelling in person.

Now for Louis…

He is pretty isn’t he. I can’t believe he essentially wore the poster as his outfit. His hair was perfect, and his skin glistening.

My top five songs from the night (in order of the setlist) were: MEGAMIX—All this time is the perfect song argue with the wall, and the live album made me appreciate the intro and transition between att and sibwawc even more than before, I though all of those sounds were prerecorded track, but I saw Steve messing with one of those sound board thingies in real time… neat! WALLS—this song just makes me emotional, especially when the crowd is so into it like they were tonight. BACK TO YOU—as much as I love a sappy moment, a festival set should be energetic and fun, and that’s what back to you is, she had me jumpin’. SATURDAYS—I admire that he has the confidence to sing alone at the microphone with hardly any backing instrumental for that long, it is so pretty, but when that build up pays off it is soooo good, the wall of sound was really taking the pain away on this Saturday. SILVER TONGUES—trust I meant it when I said, ‘I don’t feel like going home,’ what a jovial song I’m smiling just thinking about it, this song fills me with warmth!!

The instrumental outro is sick, and I can never remember what it sounds like, so that was fun to hear. I was trying not to be a grouch about the 1d songs, but why is night changes there for real? If he replaced it with We Made It, or HEADLINE?!?!?! this would be a darn good setlist. Drag me down is actually pretty good in my opinion. Where do Broken Hearts Go is fine live, but I dislike it in principle (if you’re going to sing a 1d cover, at least pick one you wrote on?).

The worst part of the night was when Chris walked right in front of me during night changes.

The best part of the night was going balls to the walls during Silver Tongues.

Truly the night (especially Louis’ set) flew by! I had a great time and cannot wait to see what is in store for next year :)

[nyuusayuri]

Captain Koby x reader

Unbreakable Bonds [Part 2/3]

Warnings: slight smut, making out, slight swearing

I apologize for upcoming spelling mistakes, but English is not my native language - hope you still enjoy it!

Decided to do 3 parts since I wrote a bit more than I wanted^^"

And so the days went by as Koby tried to get information about the scroll out of me. Even though I stubbornly kept my mouth shut, he didn't seem to mind, while others would have already lost their patience. No, instead he checked on me regularly and made sure I had enough food and enough to drink. He seemed to genuinely care about me, but I didn't quite understand why. Was it just me or was he this nice to all pirates? I doubt that it was his way of luring others into a trap. He just didn't come off like that. He came by again today and brought a tray with some bread himself. "Hey. So how is my favorite prisoner?" I raised an eyebrow at him as I sat quietly on the wooden floor and leaned against the wall. "In case you haven't noticed, I'm your only prisoner." He laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of his head with one hand and holding the tray with the other. ,,I'm sorry. I didn't know how else to start the conversation. Small talk isn't really my forte." "Whatever" I muttered quietly to myself so as not to offend him unnecessarily. He never meant any harm towards me and that's why I didn't want to act like a total grouch towards him. In general, I felt the need to be nicer to that sweet face of his than to others.

Koby came to me and stopped in front of the bars to use his right hand to get the keys for the door out of his pockets. My eyes followed his movements carefully and I didn't take my eyes off of him for even a second as he unlocked the door and entered the cell. He carefully leaned down to me, like a cat he was afraid of scaring, and placed the food on the floor in front of me. ,,Here. You should eat something. You haven't touched the other one properly. I don't want you to end up starving." I first looked doubtfully at the food before turning my gaze to him and tilting my head. "Why are you so nice to me? Have you forgotten that I'm a Pirate? You should loathe me like everyone else." I immediately looked away from him again, pulled my knees to my face and buried it inside them, hoping he would take this as a hint to leave me alone. But instead I felt the hesitant touch of a large, warm hand on my left knee. Surprised by the unexpected physical contact, I turned my gaze back to him. He looked at me gently and with a sad smile. "Sure, I'm a Marine Soldier and I hunt Pirates, but I actually have to thank a Pirate that I'm standing here today as a Captain and can fight for the lives of others. Besides...I could never detest you...Y/N. Not after all this time." Towards the end, his look became more and more sad and mine became more and more confused. After all this time? What did he mean by that? Certainly not the few days that I spent on this ship, or rather, in this cell.

"What...what do you mean by that? We don't even know each other." When I said this, I saw how my words hit him. His look clearly told me that I had hit a weak point. Disappointed, his eyes dropped to the floor, but he tried to hide it with a smile. "I knew you wouldn't remember it. It was ages ago. But it's not that important." Just as he was about to get up, I reflexively grabbed his arm and stopped him from leaving. Koby looked at me in surprise before his face turned red and he looked away embarrassed. Only then did I realize what I had done and immediately let go of his arm. "Sorry..." I whispered, tilting my head to the side in embarrassment as I tried to ignore the excited pounding in my chest. Koby swallowed hard before finally clearing his throat and leaving the cell. Shutting it in a frantic movement, he closed the door and left the room. Sighing, I leaned my head back. What had gotten into me? Something inside me screamed not to let him go. This feeling seemed so familiar and yet so foreign. Everything was spinning inside me and random memories appeared as individual images in my mind's eye, even if only blurred. I desperately tried to remember something in more detail, but it only ended with a severe headache. "Whatever it is, I won't give up until I found it out! I just have to know what he meant by that!"

Since then, Koby hadn't visited me as often and instead sent Helmeppo to me, who continued to try to question me about the scroll. As always, I remained stubborn and either didn't answer him at all or just made a few jokes about his stupid chin. In the end he no longer had any nerve for it either and left the room with boiling anger. I didn't hear anything all day and just stared boredly at the ceiling as I lay stretched out on the bed with my arms folded under my head. As far as a wooden board with a thin sheet could be called a bed. In the middle of the night's silence, I heard the creaking of a door, whereupon I immediately sat up and watched the slowly opening door with narrowed eyes. My gaze softened as I saw the all too familiar pair of pink hair. Koby timidly peeked past the edge of the door towards me and finally went all the way in. Judging by the look on his face, something seemed to be on his mind. He came to me with uncertain steps and stopped close to the bars. Curious about what he was up to, I stood up and faced him. Always amazed at how much this guy towered over me.

“Here, I was looking for this all night yesterday. Maybe this will help you remember." He slowly reached his hand through the bars and held it out to me. Inside was what appeared to be a selfmade bracelet. But it was clearly far too small for his muscular arms. It would be more like a child's fit. Hesitantly, I took it and inspected it more closely. It wasn't just a simple bracelet. Apparently it was supposed to represent a good luck charm. On closer inspection, I could see an engraving that seemed to be carved quite roughly. "Unbreakable friendship...Y /N and...K?" Confused, I looked up at Koby, who nodded with a gentle smile. “K as in Koby. That's what you did for me before you and your family moved away." Shocked, I almost dropped the bracelet and clapped my free hand over my mouth. My mind strained again to make all these memories clearer. But aside from his pink hair, the boy I saw there looked nothing like the man standing infront of me today. A flood of confusion and still very blurry memories overwhelmed me. I held my head in pain and fell to my knees. "Y/N!" Koby immediately stormed into the cell and grabbed my shoulders to hold me upright. "Y/N! What's wrong? Talk to me Y/N!" Even completely overwhelmed with my reaction, I heard him desperately trying to get through to me and persuade me to calm down.

With my head buzzing, I leaned into his strong arms and buried my face in his chest. I felt him stop under my sudden action and his whole body tensed up. My head seemed to react to his comfortable proximity. The pain slowly became a little less, but didn't go away completely. My breathing became more regular again and I leaned closer to him almost as if I'm attracted by his warmth. It wasn't until the sweet scent of rose petals and sea salt hit my nose that I realized what I was actually doing. Suddenly I sat up and looked at Koby with a bright red face, who still seemed to be completely frozen and looked like someone who's head was soon threatening to burst due to the increase in blood in it.

,,I am so sorry! I...I don't know what came over me..." I had absolutely no idea how to explain what I had done, so instead I kept my mouth shut and nervously bit my lip. Koby slowly seemed to come back to himself, but the color remained in his face, which somehow made him look like a sweet little boy. "That...It doesn't matter, Y/N. The main thing is that you feel a little better." Nodding, I agreed with him before remembering what he had said to me earlier. "You knew that my parents and I moved away and you also had the bracelet. But you don't look like my old friend I was with back then. He was short and slightly chubby with thick round glasses on his-..." Before I could finish, he had already pulled down the glasses, which were resting on his forehead the whole time over the headband, so that they were now sitting in front of his eyes . He grinned mischievously at me. "Like that?" My jaw literally dropped when realization hit me. The little scared boy from back then, who almost peed his pants every time he thought about Pirates, was now sitting in front of me as a Captain of the Marines. Before he was smaller than me, he now towered over me by 1 1/2 heads. Where before there was only skin and bones, he seemed to be hiding a fairly well-built body under his white jacket. Even his face had completely changed so that he was almost unrecognizable.

What happened to the ugly little boy who gave me no peace until I finally agreed to be friends with him? "Koby...But how...How could you change so much over the years? You look like a completely different person!" Embarrassed, he laughed at my disbelief. But before he could say anything, I wrapped my arms around his neck and let myself fall towards him. We both almost fell over as a result, but he tightly held the both of us, while his body froze again under my unexpected embrace. Totally taken by surprise by my feelings, tears suddenly welled up in my eyes and I couldn't control it as I started to cry in his arms. Not a second later, his arms were wrapped around my waist and pressed me even tighter against him, while he buried his face in the crook of my neck. We sat on the floor like that for what felt like an eternity until I finally stopped crying and my grip around his neck loosened a little. Slowly we both leaned back, but I stopped just in front of his face and looked him in the eyes. He raised a hand to wipe the tears from my cheeks, which made me slightly laugh. He smiled happily at me and looked deep into my eyes. "I never thought I would find you again. Especially as a Pirate and in a fight against Smoker-kun." "We've both changed quite a bit." Laughing, I lowered my head and leaned on his shoulder. "Btw...thanks for saving me. Without you, I wouldn't have gotten away with it so easily." With a smile, he leaned his head against mine and gently stroked my back. "I told you, one day I'll be strong enough to protect you."

I hadn't heard those words in years and it made me overjoyed to see what my little chubby friend had become. A strong man with a pretty face and an even bigger heart. I slowly lifted my head from his shoulder and placed a hand on his cheek, gently stroking it as I looked at his face. His cheeks heated up under my touch, causing a small grin to creep onto my face. Some things probably never change. And that was especially true of Koby's shyness. Without taking my eyes off of him, I leaned further forward so that my lips stopped right in front of his. "I really missed you, Koby." I whispered seductively against his lips only to smile at his completely overwhelmed reaction. "Can you do me a favor?" He nodded hesitantly to my question. "Close your eyes." At first he looked at me confused, but finally he listened to my request and slowly closed his eyes. Excited, I bit my lip and turned my gaze to his. They were already formally inviting me with their soft rosy color. I didn't hesitate any longer and gently pressed my lips to his while my hand continued to rub soothing circles along his cheek.

At first all of his muscles tensed and his breathing stopped briefly, but I pulled him closer to me and pressed my lips a little harder against his. It didn't take long before his hands reached carelessly for my waist, his lips pressed against mine, his body was still slightly tense, but he slowly seemed to lose himself in the kiss. I couldn't help but smile due to his innocent nature and finally started moving my lips. Koby immediately copied me and repeated the movements with his own lips. My hand around his shoulder clung to his jacket while the other slowly moved from his cheek to his neck, making its way into his fluffy hair. A small whimper escaped him when I did this, which encouraged me to playfully bite his bottom lip. I noticed with joy how the grip around my waist tightened and he began to kiss me with more desire. Without breaking the kiss, I scooted closer to him until I ended up sitting on his lap with both of my legs wrapped around his waist and both hands clawing into his hair. Teasingly, I ran my tongue along his lips, waiting to see if he would allow it or push me away. But my thoughts were interrupted when he opened his mouth and let my tongue slip inside without further hesitation.

A small moan escaped me as the kiss became more intense and I slid my hips further forward. Koby broke the kiss as he exhaled loudly, throwing his head back and pushing his hips towards me. I quickly noticed the clearly visible bulge in his pants. Grinning, an idea immediately came to me and I licked my lips lazily at the thought. Koby groaned in surprise and looked at me in shock as I started moving my hips against him, rubbing against his bulge. I could already feel myself getting wet between my legs. Koby's hands gripped my sides tightly, unsure if he should stop me or help me grind against him. "Koby...please. Make me feel good." I begged him with a whimper and pulled gently on his hair. He deeply growled and gritted his teeth before grabbing my waist and rubbing me harder against his erection. Surprised I let slip out another moan and watched how he enjoyed the feeling of my pussy rubbing harder against him. One of his hands went up to my neck and in the next moment he pulled me into a deep kiss.

Uncontrollably, he rolled his bulge between my legs, quickly turning me into a whimpering mess as he gently bit my bottom lip and eventually made his way down to my jawline. I threw my head back with pleasure and clung tightly to his broad shoulders. His lips moved uncertainly over my skin to my neck. A loud yelp escaped me as he bit curiously into my neck, immediately hitting a very sensitive spot. At first he wanted to pull away from me, afraid he had hurt me, but he quickly noticed that I was pressing myself tighter against him and holding his head against my neck. He licked the wound a little more confidently before he started sucking on it and eliciting more and more sounds from me that drove him crazy.

Carefully and deliberately, he made his way with kisses to my collarbone, his hands slowly felt their way under my blouse and I felt goosebumps running all over my body. My heart was racing as my right hand made its way to his chest, only to feel the muscles underneath tense. Teasingly, I went to the zipper of his jacket and took my time pulling it down, exposing piece by piece of his bare skin underneath. I felt Koby whining beneath me, both of his hands pushing further and further up, pulling my blouse with them on their way. Finally the zipper reached the end, whereupon my hands gently ran under the jacket, where the warmth of his skin greeted me like a feud. He nuzzled my neck again and sucked enthusiastically on the sensitive skin, while I, breathed heavily, I began to slide my hands over his strong chest up to his shoulders and slowly peel off his jacket. At the same time, his hands followed my movement and grabbed the bottom of my blouse to pull it over my head. We both quickly threw away the annoying items of clothing and looked into each other's eyes, breathing heavily. The air in the room felt a lot more stuffy and warmer than before, his skin practically glowed under my gentle touch and his face had become so flushed while his eyes seemed more and more dazed and looked at me with an intensity as if he was about to devour me. I smiled gently at him and teasingly pressed my pussy against his bulge once more, eliciting a tempting whimper from him, which only turned me on even more.

With both hands on his chest, I leaned in for another kiss when suddenly someone came through the door, muttering something under their breath. We both immediately froze and looked into the horrified face of Helmeppo, who was standing there with a jug of water that threatened to fall out of his hand. He quickly composed himself and put the jug down, trembling, before turning back to us and giving an indignant look to his friend in particular, on whose lap a half-naked Pirate was sitting. ,,What the-. Koby! What the hell are you doing?!" Within seconds, Koby carefully lifted me off his lap and placed me on the floor next to him before immediately putting his jacket back on and standing up. Stuttering, he rearranged his things and turned his head back and forth between Helmeppo and me. Laughing, I watched him as he was completely overwhelmed by the situation and threatened to blow up as his face started to blush more deeply. "It...I...we... ", the poor Captain stammered and tried to find the right words for a good explanation, but we both knew that it wouldn't be of any use.

I watched Koby walk out of the cell and towards his friend. He locked the door with shaking hands, but gave me one last apologetic look before turning to his friend, who reprimanded him and dragged him out of the room. Shaking my head, I grinned to myself and put my discarded blouse back on. "That's exactly why I can't stand this Helmeppo. He's a real Spoilsport. We were just getting to the good part." Disappointed, I sighed and went back to my bed. Grumbling, I collapsed onto it and tried to somehow sort through my thoughts during the night. I skillfully ignored the excited tingling between my legs. Without Koby it wouldn't be half as much fun anyway.

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More smut will follow in the final Part!

[wthtorke]

Coffee

Asa Emory (The Collector) x Gender-neutral Reader (because I just had to write another one lmao)

Warning for homicidal thoughts - Seen earlier on P4tre0n

At first, it was a game. Asa didn’t think he’d get so invested in the house ‘playhouse’ thing. It also started as a personal challenge. Jokes and jabs were made at him by work colleagues who were only temporarily safe from his wrath for being too close to his…civilian form.

“Emory is going to die bitter and alone.” “Not even the spiders will handle such an old grouch.” “Professors party is next month Emory, no date to take yet? Did you ever have one?”

He decided to end things. He couldn’t end their lives just yet, but he could stop the rumors. Stop the pestering buzzing of flies that mocked him just outside his web. He’d get them in time.

But still, in order not to feel so pressured into doing it, Asa challenged himself. Could he fully morph into one of them briefly? Could he achieve the perfect disguise? His daytime mask wasn’t perfect, and he knew that.

Entomology wasn’t the most normal job out there. And while his house looked pleasant and well cared for on the outside, he still couldn’t hold off his deeper interests in the inside decor. He had flaws. Maybe this would stretch his ‘normal person’ muscles. Who knew?

And then he met you. Or well. He chose you. Old habits die hard.

He planned to keep things shallow and neutral. He didn’t want you coming over more than necessary, nor did he have any interest in going to your place that often. Too much effort.

What he didn’t plan, however, was that you would respect his privacy. And while Asa Emory, Ph.D. in entomology, hadn’t had many close, normal, lasting relationship experiences– He was pretty sure that’s not how things usually went. He also had not planned that whenever you did come to his place, you would be pleasant to be around.

Asa hated questions, especially from people he despised and especially from stupid people. Odd, given his job- but it was just how things were. Anything to keep appearances.

So he tightened his jaw the second you pointed your finger at his Five-Horned Rhinoceros beetle diorama. “Did you preserve that one yourself?”

He almost shifts on his feet, almost. Good question. “I didn’t. It was gifted to me by my college professor.” He hadn’t thought about him in months, even if the diorama was one of his favorites.

You smile, “Oh, that’s adorable.” Nothing about him was adorable other than the fact he liked to be adored. Like a God.

He thinks about killing you after that. Especially after you’ve had sex, especially now that you’re laying right beside him, dead asleep. Vulnerable.

You shift awake, and he doesn’t try to look away from you. He’s too focused to pretend right now. Still, you blink a couple of times and scoot closer to him. His hand twitches under the covers.

“Can’t sleep?” You ask. His eyes shift to your lips as you speak before coming back up. You smile, and whatever is going through your head right now definitely isn’t the same as his. But you still run your hand up his arm. It's almost like asking permission. Asa doesn’t like to be touched, but you learned that if he lets you touch up his arm, the rest should also be okay.

You learned fast. Maybe that's why you were still alive. He was still deciding if he was thankful for that or not. “Come here, then. It’s too late for staring.” You open your arms and use your hands to bring his shoulders closer to you. Closer to your chest.

He goes.

He scratches the thought of killing you after that.

While Asa was not one for getting unfocused- he did blink twice when the professor’s party email popped up in his inbox. And while you had been bringing coffee over, you sure felt concerned for whatever got Asa to blank so hard. You came to learn that 2 seconds was too long without a response from your entomologist. “Asa? Asa-?”

“I forgot about the Professor’s gathering.” He says. You slowly nod in understanding, “Ohhh…Were you obliged to do something for it?” You ask. He then remembers his coffee mug in your waiting hand. “No,” he takes the mug, “we just have to go.”

Your eyebrows do a little jump. “We?”

At this, he turns at you. “You’ve seen them before.” You nod, “Well, yeah- but only when we had a date after your shift- or when we had lunch together.”

“That’s what people in a relationship do.” He says, not trying to make you feel stupid, but almost like he was reassuring himself. You let out a soft laugh, “Yes, but I mean-. Look, I know you like your space, and your things- you don’t have to take me to a formal event because people think its the right thing-”

“But it is.” He counters. You grimace a little, taking a seat beside him at the kitchen table. “Depends-, do you want to go?” You ask him. He frowns.

He considers.

“No.”

You nod. “Then we don’t have to go.” You say, putting your hand over his on his leg. “How about we stay home and do something else? Or we can go somewhere else, or you could use that night to-”

“Stop.”

You freeze, swallowing your words as you retreat your hand from his. “Oh- sorry.” You look up again when he sets his mug on the table, barely having time to react when Asa’s hands cup your face and his lips close in on yours.

You lower your mug more and more as he continues to kiss you. Kissing him was always something different. Different doses of desire, roughness, and dominance. Different amounts of tenderness and care, and sometimes you swore you could feel something else. Only sometimes.

This was one of those times.

You blindly try to set your own mug on the table until his hand guides yours. His hand wraps around your arm and pulls you closer. And closer, and closer. Until you’re getting up from your chair and moving toward him.

Your chest touches his when you straddle his legs. His hand goes up in your hair while the other caresses your face. He breaks the kiss to look at you for a second. His eyes always had that power over you. The power to make you feel bare. Vulnerable.

Your breathing is strained from the kiss. His is from restraint.

He kisses your cheek and moves to your neck. The way he breathes close to your ear in between them makes your legs shake the tiniest bit.

When his hands hook under your thighs, your arms lock around his neck. He lifts you up, and you know what’s next. What you didn’t expect to hear was the small, barely audible “Thank you.” He whispered as he carried you upstairs.

Asa Emory had played himself.

He almost fell for it when your hand touched his in the kitchen. When you looked at him with all the honesty in the world over something so stupid. So willing to mold yourself to him.

But the feeling didn’t go away. Not after the sex, not after the sleep. Not for anything.

He wakes up, and you’re not there. The sheets are cold.

He gets dressed and goes downstairs. The smell of breakfast hits him like a train. Not many times did you both eat like this. At least not in the morning. And if you did, Asa made it. He always woke up first, made breakfast, and left it for you. He always left for work before you woke up. But this time it was different.

He didn't ask for it.

But Asa never had these small gestures of affection towards him. He always had to do shit alone. Always. He almost can’t believe his very eyes. And he definitely cannot believe he’s not -very- angry right now.

He’s standing at the kitchen entrance watching you making breakfast for you both when he realizes that he's in deeper than he thought.

When did you outsmart him? When did he let his guard down?

When did he start liking you this much?

Still, he should have known himself, his soft spot. You.

You were his soft spot. But still, he didn’t imagine it’d go so far. Had he always longed for this intimacy? Deep down? Maybe he did. Maybe the scared little boy did. But he had it now, hadn’t he?

"Alright, all done! And would you look at that, you actually have time to eat before going out! I-...Asa?"

Asa blinks when he hears his name, coming back to reality, "Hm?"

You smile. A soft, fond laugh escapes you as you shake your head. "Come on Mr. Emory, let's get some coffee in you".  You grab his hand, pulling him towards the table where everything is set.

He goes. Gladly.

[vodika-vibes]

Blind Date

I think this is kind of cute, but I like aquariums. But I'm also not sure I managed to get Cody's personality down. He's harder than he should be.

Pairing: Cody x Reader

Word count: 842

Songs: None

Warnings: Mentions of a stalking

“Oh, stop being such a grouch.” You roll your eyes as your best friend, Bella, wraps both of her arms around one of yours, “This’ll be fun, you’ll see!”

“Watching you and your boy toy suck face does not sound like my idea of fun.” You say dryly, even as you allow her to drag you down the street towards the aquarium. 

“Wow, rude.” She huffs, “Look, Rex is bringing one of his brothers, so you won’t have to ‘watch me and my boy toy suck face’.” Bella quotes with a scrunched up nose, “Instead you can suck face with his brother!”

You stop in the middle of the sidewalk, “Are you setting me up on a blind date?”

“Um…wellll-” She is, tellingly, not meeting your gaze.

“Oh my god. You do remember what happened the last time you did this, right? Poor Cissa had to move!”

“Okay, that wasn’t my fault! How was I supposed to know that Cissa had a stalker?! And this is one of Rex’s older brothers, so he’s definitely not a stalker!” Bella exclaims, “Please? We’re already here.”

“Fine. But the second this becomes weird-” You threaten, though you would have had more luck talking to a brick wall, based on how she squeals and pulls you into the building.

She releases you as quickly as she latched on, instead flinging herself into the waiting arms of Rex. Rex, at least, seems to enjoy your friend's unique brand of affection, if nothing else.

“Ah, you made it.” He smiles at you, and then motions to his left, “My older brother, Cody.”

You flick your gaze over Cody, who looked about as thrilled as you felt at being there. “I’m fairly certain this is actually a kidnapping,” You admit to Rex as you fold your arms, “She kind of just, broke into my house, threw clothes at me, and told me to come with her. I wasn’t even aware that this was going to be a date until about 30 seconds ago.”

Rex blinks in surprise, “Well, you’re here now, and we’ve already paid.” He untangles himself from Bella, and lightly shoves Cody towards you, “be nice, vod.”

Cody rolls his eyes, “Yeah, yeah.” And then Rex and Bella are gone, apparently having planned this in advance.

“Yeah, that figures,” You say with a sigh, as you rest your hand against your cheek.

Cody glances at you, “You really didn’t know this was a date?”

“I never would have left the house with her if I knew. She doesn’t exactly have a good track record with this kind of thing.” You sigh, “But I’m here, and you’re probably not a stalker.” You pause and eye him suspiciously, “You’re not a stalker, right?”

“I don’t have time for something like that,” Cody replies blandly.

You laugh, “Good to know.” You shift so you’re looking at him properly, “The coral exhibit is one of my favorites, do you want to go see them?”

He’s quiet for a moment, and then he flashes the smallest smile, “Yeah, alright. Lead the way.”

You grin and reach out, lightly taking his unprotesting hand, “There, now you won’t get lost.”

At that, he laughs. He shifts his hand, just a little, and laces his fingers with yours, “There, now I’ll definitely not get lost,” 

You keep your face from flushing through sheer will. Though, judging by the sly grin forming on Cody’s face, you didn’t do a very good job.

You spin on your heel, and tug him down the hall that led to the coral exhibit, finally losing your battle against your flustered embarrassment. 

45 minutes later, you’re giving an enthusiastic lecture on coral and their relationship with various forms of sea life. Cody is watching you with amusement clear on his face, and the pair of you haven’t moved beyond the very first exhibit.

He leans against the wall, lightly tugging you away from the glass partition, so some other groups could see the coral. He gently sets his free hand on your hip and stands you between his legs, it’s the only way he can think to keep people from walking into you. 

Eventually you realize how close you’re standing to him, and your words trail off, a bright blush crossing your face. “Sorry, didn’t mean to ramble.” You murmur.

“Don’t apologize,” He chides lightly, “Your rambling is cute.”

Cody glances to the side for a moment, and then, upon realizing that no one is paying attention to them, he tugs you closer. Close enough that you can feel his breath against your skin, “Keep going, tell me about the sea horses.”

You grin at him, and reach out with one hand to lightly curl your fingers around the thin material of his tee shirt. “We might be here for the rest of the day,” You warn.

“I’m okay with that.” He replies lightly.

In the end, your date lasts three days. And at the end of those three days, you have a boyfriend in the form of Marshal Commander Cody.

[oogaboogasphincter]

Voltage | Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales x f!reader

your favorite toy dies on you at the worst possible moment. frankie compensates - and absolutely obliterates - your woes.

word count/rating/warnings - 3100+ // hurt then comfort, swearing, EXPLICIT 18+ ONLY: masturbation (f), unprotected p in v sex (use protection irl!), oral sex (f (come on it’s the pussy-eating king we’re talking about here) and m receiving), light choking, squirting, anal play (f receiving), sprinkles of a breeding kink, a DISGUSTING amount of pet names, creampie, aftercare

a/n - ahh, this is the first full-length fic i’ve written in a veryyy long time! do i have two requests sitting in my inbox? yes and i send my sincerest apologies to those patiently waiting. but this idea came to me like a premonition skdjs 😭 and it is giving me the confidence to write those two! i hope you enjoy! :)

Acute, harsh tremors pulse on your clit as you hold your vibrator against the swollen bud, wiggling the head of the wand ever so slightly to radiate the stimulation. Legs spread wide and thong pulled to the side, your free hand reaches up and pinches your nipple, sending your head back in a rapt gasp. Visions of your soft, sweet boyfriend pounding into you ruthlessly fill your dazed head, aiding you over the edge of your orgasmic cliff. And just when you're about to scream his name, though he's not at home, the vibrations stutter and then fall dead.

You snap your neck back upright, eyes wide open as you inspect the toy. This cannot be happening.

"No, no, no, no," you whimper as you shake the wand, attempting to rev it back to life for the measly yet crucial thirty seconds you need it for. To no avail, the toy sits silent, unmoving in your hand. You whack it against your palm two more times before you sit up and rub your eyes with the heels of your hands, unceremoniously dropping the disappointment on the bedspread beside you.

You had needed this. Frankie had been gone all day, over at Santi's to help install a back deck - and of course Benny, upon hearing this, invited himself and his cacophonous truck over, knowing Fish had a way with machines and the patience of a mule. With the holidays around the corner, both your biological and adoptive families badgered you with messages and calls of 'When are you coming over?', 'I don't control the weather, find a way to get here, we're all counting on you', 'Oh and by the way make sure to bring a present or three for everyone!'.

Work had ramped up; the collective stress of the forcibly affectionate season was making everyone a grouch; and the dog managed to tear up your flower garden and subsequently stole your lunch break for a bath and half your dinner time for cleaning up the yard. Sitting with your knees to your chest, you can't help the tears that well up in your eyes from your robbed pleasure.

Fleck's nails tapping against the hardwood floor and the creaking of the front door signals your lover's arrival home. You get up and throw on the pair of sweats you had changed into earlier, feeling embarrassed to just sit there naked in your wallowing. Frankie can be heard greeting your puppy, setting his keys down and toeing his boots off before opening the fridge to no doubt grab a drink. You settle yourself on the edge of your shared bed, trying to compose yourself at least a little bit, as Frankie comes in.

"Hey angelface," he blurts out before he can process the sourness of your expression. He immediately sets his water down and comes over to kneel in front of you, looking up at you with concern, "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

You can't hold it in anymore. The dam breaks and you let your tears stream down your cheeks, causing Frankie to sit up and pull you into a quick, grounding hug. He drags back and puts his strong, comforting hands on your shoulders, waiting to listen patiently when you're ready. You wipe your dribbling nose with your sweatshirt sleeve and speak shakily, "I-I just had a bad day. Not bad, j-just- stressful."

Those damned puppy dog eyes of his are washed over with devastating sadness, "I'm so sorry, baby. And I'm so sorry that I couldn't be here to help you, I knew I should've waited until the weekend-"

You shake your head, "No, it's okay," cupping his cheek. The prickle of his patchy stubble never fails to calm you down, no matter by how little, no matter how upset you are. You turn to your side, gesturing helplessly at your dead toy and ramble in one breath, "And I knew you'd be tired by the time you got home and I didn't want to make you even more tired so I wanted to just cum and get it over with but then this fucking thing fucking died and-"

You had picked it up, squeezing it with rage, but Frankie places a gentle hand over yours and melts your fingers from their irritated freeze. His other hand comes up to cradle both of yours, rubbing his calloused thumbs over your trembling knuckles, releasing a pressurized huff of fatigue from you. He reaches up to the apple of your cheek and dabs a puddle of tears away with the back of his finger, "Shh, honey, it's okay. I'll make you feel better, I promise."

You glance up at him dejectedly through your waterfall, and he repeats in assurance, "I promise," before moving in to press his soft lips to yours.

They're slightly chapped from his long day of work, with minimal time and lazy effort to keep hydrated. You'll give him a smack on the shoulder for it later. For now, you let his movements soothe you, his mouth waltzing with yours with steadily increasing desire all the while maintaining his trademark gentleness. His hands fall away when you anchor yourself around his neck, only to find your hips upon landing. Those mischievous fingertips slink into your waistband, easily removing your loose fitting pants while maintaining his worship kneel and adoring kiss.

Your bright pink thong catches his eye during an enamored flutter of his lashes, tearing him from your kiss momentarily. The petulant wrinkle between his eyebrows deepens in question and you explain with a tired shrug, "I wanted to feel sexy."

He slides the scrap of fabric off, "You're always sexy," and removes your hoodie before returning to your mouth, his haven, and feeding you his tongue. You accept it with a starved moan, suddenly feeling overcome with emotion. He says it like it's a concrete fact, fast and simple. No condescending disbelief, no dramatized emphatics, not like it's a well-known fact and he's taking pity on you that you're the last one in the world to know it. But rather it's a scientific law that has mountains of evidence to explain it, that it's been tested time and time again with a guaranteed success rate. He's a scientist, driven mad with desire, and you're his favorite phenomena.

He shrugs his dirty coveralls off; though they make him look absolutely adorable, you're buzzing to see him naked. Deeply entranced in his poignant relaxation, you lie back into the bed and run your hungry hands from his neck to his collarbone to his shoulders, biceps and back, retracing your favorite sensuous steps again and again. Covering your body with his delectably broad frame, his hardened, heated cock brushes against your splayed entrance, making you both break apart in a gasp. Seeing evidence that you had pleasured yourself - even though this time it was anticlimactic - never fails to make him hard. You reach down and grab his hips to pull them into yours, telling him that you're ready to take him by rubbing his length through your puffy folds, coating his shaft in your slick.

He groans at this, tucking a jostled piece of hair away from your precious face in awe before leaning down to give you a searing kiss, his tip catching at the tight entrance of your heat. You exchange moans into each other's mouths as he slowly breaches your hole, warmly welcomed by your quivering, plush walls. Although you felt like you'd hollowed yourself out trying to rub away the stresses of the day, he still gives you time to adjust, something you always need because of his impressive girth.

"Fuuuuck," he chokes out. The way the elongated expletive strangles itself out of his throat would've made you laugh any other day, but tonight it cradles your distressed heart in gentle fingers. He begins to move, and with every gratifying push forward and aching pull back of his hips, it feels like he's returning every part of yourself that you lost during this hectic season back to you.

He nuzzles his nose against yours, dots kisses across your forehead and holds you so tight that your pieces have nowhere to fracture. Your shaking hands yank at his hips, eager to catapult yourself to your peak once and for all, "Faster, Frankie."

"Do you trust me, bebita?" he asks, eyes closed, blissfully lost in your sensations.

You respond, "Yes," memorizing his relaxed expression that he only slips into when he's with you.

"Then you'll take what I give you," he strains, his teeth gritting together on the last few syllables. He's restraining himself with brute strength, determined to give you a languorous night of luxury rather than a one-note eruption.

He keeps his slow pace, making your nerves all over itch with impatience. Although you clench his biceps in anticipation, nearly squirming underneath him, you do trust him - you may think you know what you want, but he always knows what you need.

His speed doesn't change, but the depths at which he surges inside you grow ever deeper. It doesn't take long for it to feel like he's grazing your cervix. And with that, a familiar squishy feeling in the pit of your stomach arises. Coupled with his mustache tickling your lip on every thrust and his hot breaths swirling in your open mouth, you're dangerously close to your final destination.

"Please make me cum, Frankie," you whimper against his flushed skin, begging for a better outcome than the last time you were at this altitude.

"You don't have to ask, baby, I got you," he watches, eyes half-lidded trying to stave off his own release, as your face mirrors your body; scrunching up and then sobbing with relief as endorphins drown your nerves. You mewl his name down his throat, your body sparkling with exhilaration. But as he momentarily slips trying to steady himself and his thrusts get quicker, his cock punches that sweet spot inside you that makes you gush. Through your ecstatic haze you seize the opportunity and wedge your hand between your impossibly close bodies, playing with your clit until you scream.

"H-holy fuck," Frankie stutters as he hears what's happening below, leaning back to watch you drizzle over his groin. Overwhelmed tears skip down your cheeks and dampen his hair as he buries his face in your neck. He hisses, his resolve on the brink of collapse but steadfast in prolonging your joy. His grunts from continuing thrusts sound near agony, every primal instinct in his body igniting and shouting at him to stuff your womb full of his cum until it seeps out of you.

He goes until he knows for certain you've begun your comedown, abruptly sliding his cock out of your wet channel. You whine at the loss, your pussy clenching in aftershocks.

So stunned you don't even realize it's happening, he hoists you from he edge to the middle of the bed and climbs on after you, laying on his tummy and holding a quivering thigh in each hand. He takes his time prying you back open, mindful of your body's involuntary response to clamp away from such breathtaking pleasure. Once he's got you spread out, he leans in and takes a drink of your juices directly from the source, moaning at the way his tongue glides over you effortlessly thanks to your copious amounts of slick. He revels in your taste; tangy, fleshy, sweet.

He shares your fluids with you, feeding them to you with his tongue on yours, sighing, "How's it taste?"

"Fucking delicious, " you giggle out. He joins in your chuckles, the skin around his eyes crinkling from his wide smile as he swipes his thick fingers through your folds, plunging two down to the second knuckle in your magnetic heat. He brings his hand back up, offering you his middle while he takes his index. Together you swirl your tongues around his digits, hungrily lapping up your flavor, staring at one another in the close proximity and basking in the debauchery with mutual glimmers of mischief in your eyes.

Drunk on pleasure, you want as much of him inside you as you can manage. So you take his large finger back deep, groaning in happiness at the feeling of something of his being shoved down your throat. A new wave of fervor crashes through your veins and lubrication oozes from your core and coats your inner thighs.

"Oh no, you don't," he smirks and retracts his finger from your trap. His hand slithers to your throat and takes control, confining you to the soft - and sweaty - sheets beneath you. He takes a moment to just look at you: a complete 180 from what you were feeling like a little bit ago. He can't wait to make you smile so much your cheeks hurt tomorrow. And maybe make some other body parts sore too.

"C'mere bebita," he rasps, rolling onto his back and beckoning you to climb on top of him. You gladly follow his call, straddling his lap and molding your bodies together, your cheek pressed firmly against his sternum to hear the harsh thrum of his heart. He encapsulates you in his arms, squeezing you firm to his chest, and plants his feet steady into the mattress. Giggles tumble out of you on butterfly wings as you anticipate the speed and force that he's capable of in this position, triggering a chorus of his own playful chuckles that vibrate your face. With no time left to waste, he enters your swiftly - no pinch of discomfort after your rainfall - and gets straight to reacquainting you flesh.

"Oh, fuck, Frankie!-" you shriek into his neck, dappled with drops of exertion. His answering grunts are born from unbridled passion to deliver pleasure to every square centimeter of your cunt and steeled willpower to keep himself from exploding at any given second. He drives his cock into your pussy severely and at a devastating pace, letting the instinct inside him to breed you rage on. He wants to claim you, to fuck you so often that your plushness sculpts to a shape that only fits him. You constantly remind Frankie that he's the only one for you, forever and always, but it's still fun to demolish the nonexistent competition.

Not long after he begins his onslaught of drilling, you're close to falling into that bottomless valley of carnal eruption again.

"Please, please, please, please," you chant the request to him with heightening strangulation, the ripples of his affectionate passion seizing you from your tightening core outward.

And then he makes you fly with the tip of his finger teasing your asshole. As you come apart, he pushes inside your ass; just barely, but enough to make you bury your face into his shoulder and scream his full name, "Francisco!"

Your squeezing of his finger and massaging pulses to his cock force him to slow down, moaning heartily into your hair while you gyrate your hips against his, juicing every last drop of pleasure from your body's breakdown. When your tensing subsides, you're heaving, your breaths skidding across his collarbone like glittering desert over dunes in a sandstorm. His hands come up to hold it between his palms, gazing up at you with an amused twinkle in his eyes.

You brush through his beard, staring at his pouty lips before lowering to them, "It's your turn, mi nutria."

He smiles against your kiss, "Had to take care of my lady first."

Slipping out from underneath you, he gets to his knees and starts waddling behind your drained frame. With his aching cock bobbing in your face, you can't stop yourself from grasping the hairy base with a trembling arm and latching your mouth to his tip, suckling. He groans loud, painfully. You're only able to get three thorough swirls of your tongue in before he's jerking his hips back. "Not now, bebita. Too c-close," he stammers out, completing his trek around to your ass.

He wraps his hands around your hips, modeling your near-dead weight into the correct form. They then glide up and down your dipped back - his cock rutting in between your cheeks - soothing your twitching muscles to stabilize them for one last fuck. He enters your pussy in one swift motion, tired but eager to deposit his load inside your needy hole.

Plunge after plunge he takes, your cunt swallowing him whole each time. Only a handful of thrusts later he falls over top your back, reaching around to fondle your breasts. You arch further, into his touch when he rolls your nipple between two fingers, pinching it gingerly when he stifles, "'M gonna cum baby."

You contort to brush his sweaty chocolate curls off his forehead, swiping the sweat off of his brow, "Cum for me, Frankie."

He does exactly as you say, halting when he's buried to the hilt, his spine pulling the reins of his hips and grinding them into yours with every jolt of his orgasm. His cum is thick inside you, its warmth radiating from your womb to your stomach, enveloping you both in a final blanket of sleepy heat. Like the last dribbles of his spend squeezing out of his cock, your name on his tongue tapers from hypnotized groans to faint echos in the night.

His weight presses you both flat into the bed, sleep pulling at the corners of your eyes. Chin on your shoulder, he mumbles, "Feeling better, sweetheart?"

Using every bit of strength you have left, you huff out from under his heavy, lax muscles, "Abso-fucking-lutely."

His laughs lift him off your back, but not before pressing a kiss to your shoulder, then he ghosts into the bathroom. He returns with a damp washcloth, cleaning up your mess, his mess. It feels nice - he had taken the time to let the water warm up before soaking the cloth. You reach a hand out, patting his thick thigh in gratitude, "I'll take care of you tomorrow."

Keeping his languid swipes through your folds, his forehead wrinkles with incredulousness, "What do you mean? You're already taking care of me."

That makes your heart sing and eyes shine. Impatient to laze with you, he chucks the rag into the laundry bin in the corner of the room and flops on your back, the sound of your sweaty skins smacking causing you both to giggle. He swathes you both in the damp top sheet; you know he'll sneak away from your grasp in the night to retrieve some fresh blankets once you've both cooled down and dried off. Nuzzling into your neck, he kisses you randomly, murmuring against your skin, "Get some rest, angelface. Santi and Benny gave me the day off tomorrow, I'll be here in the morning."

"Yay," you cheer weakly, not from lack of enthusiasm but rather blatant exhaustion. Frankie loved you so hard you'll be satiated for a while, through tomorrow if the temptation of him being close by wasn't a compounding factor. But that won't stop him from getting a midnight snack under the sheets.

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Today marks 7 years since the reawakening of my Captain Underpants hyperfixation, which had been asleep for a very, very long time.

I had first discovered the books much like any kid in the late 90s/early 2000s; at the Scholastic Book Fair. If I remember correctly, the first one I had found was the second book, Attack of the Talking Toilets. I remember thinking how silly the cover looked, and it drew my little elementary school self in like a moth to flame.

I had quickly read it and absolutely loved it, and like discovering a new favorite treat for the first time, I immediately wanted more.

I was able to find the first book in my school’s library so I was able to get the full story on the two best friends who pulled the ultimate prank by hypnotizing their grouch of a school principal, and how it immediately became the worst decision they ever made.

And I loved every second of it.

As the years went on, I eagerly anticipated the Book Fair’s arrival at my school and would beg my mom for a few dollars extra, just so I get my hands on the newest adventure.

I devoured every single story I could find and bought as soon as I could, and each one was more entertaining than the last. From alien lunch ladies and zombie nerds, to a megalomaniac professor with an incredibly silly name in a giant robot with charts that you could use to give yourself a silly name (mine is “Poopsie Bananachunks” BTW), to an insane hypnotized woman with Medusa hair that gave atomic wedgies.

The more I read and reread these stories, the more I couldn’t help but think that it would make a pretty fun movie, or at least a tv show.

These stories had been with me through a lot of ups and downs in my life, the biggest being my parents’ divorce. They were there to remind me that even when times could be tough, you can make it through and still be able to laugh at even the silliest of things, no matter how old you got.

By the time I was 10, I got my hands on the latest book in the series, The Big Bad Battle of the Bionic Booger Boy Part 1. I loved it as always, but was shocked to see it ended on a cliffhanger. This had never happened before. I was anxious to see what would happen and how George and Harold would get out of this mess.

But… it would be some time before I got those answers.

Time went on, and my attention went to other things. I found new hyperfixations over the years, and while I didn’t have the 7th book at the time, I was eventually able to get answers thanks to the internet.

Eventually I entered middle school, and I found myself drawn to new book series that I grew to love, but Captain Underpants remained a big part of my childhood and some of its happiest memories. And for a while, I thought that was all it would be; memories to just fondly look back on.

But that all changed the winter of 2016.

It was the halfway point between Christmas and New Year’s, and I was gonna be 24 in less than a month. I was spending my downtime between holidays like any other bored 20-something year old; scrolling through Tumblr, of course. It was during that time that I stumbled across this post by @mondentertainment. It was photos of posters from a Licensing Expo, showcasing upcoming animated projects, be it films or series.

Among them were a few that sounded promising, others not so much.

But what caught my eye was this.

A poster from DreamWorks with a very familiar face on it.

I could barely believe what I was seeing, and from the comments and reblogs on the post, neither could a lot of other people.

It was like a door that had been long locked in the back of my brain finally burst open, and all those memories came flooding back, particularly of a reoccurring thought that ran through my young mind whenever I would look at those illustrations every time I turned the page.

Could it really be true? Was one of my favorite childhood books finally getting a chance to truly come to life on the big screen?

It had already happened once before after I read Coraline in middle school, so there might be a chance.

As you could probably imagine, I poured my thoughts of hope and excitement into the tags as I reblogged the post.

And when the trailer finally dropped three months later, it was like meeting that one childhood friend you never truly forgot all over again.

So much happened after seeing the movie on opening night, including meeting Dav Pilkey himself!

And all the great memories and friends I’ve made since rediscovering the fandom all lead back to that one moment on December 28th, 2016.

And I couldn’t be more grateful for that.

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Random-Mailbox's Favorite Sailor Moon Fics - Week 51 - Furniture

Second last post of the series is here! This week is light and fluffy as we look at furniture themed stories. (sorry for posting it a little later than usual on a Monday - this weekend completely got away from me).

As always, my apologies in advance for spoiling some of these for you (Fic Titles are linked to either FFN or AO3 entries).

My Own Little Stage: A Collection of Prompts: Chapter 1: Prompt: Rose Chair - @tinacentury

Neo Queen Serenity is VERY excited about new office chair she got for her King Endymion.

Usagi, Mamoru, and the Three Mattresses - @kaleidodreams

Finding just the right mattress that works for both partners is a very important step. Patience is an absolute must!

Little Strawberry Couch - @sailorspacecougar

Usagi might have forgotten to check dimensions on her latest online purchase, causing chaos when she insists that the old one needs to go before it gets delivered.

Usagi and the Spinny Chair - Star17P

Who doesn't love a spinny chair?!

at heart's rest (five scenes from a relationship) - @fated-addiction

In this story we get a look through the various stages of Usagi and Mamoru's relationship and the prominent role that their couch plays in it over the years.

Mamoru on the couch - @caelenath

Above is a link to the tag that @caelenath created for her musings on why would Mamoru have to sleep on the couch. Inspiring the Little Strawberry Couch story posted above and this amazing post where you should check ALL the reblogs / additions from @areptiledysfunction1107 , @danni-bunny , @linlamont , @master-ray5 , @riverlethe , @shnuggletea and @reispinkoveralls.

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That's it for this week! Next Monday is my last and 52nd post of the series - wrapping it up with Crystal Tokyo stories.

Here are the links to the previous Tumblr posts in these series to explore more amazing works based on different themes - make sure to check them out if you haven't had a chance! (Click on title name to go to the post) - I will keep updating the list every week as new posts come up:

Week 1 - Groundhog Day

Week 2 - Established Relationships

Week 3 - Sex Positivity

Week 4 - Unfinished Stories

Week 5 - Darker Stories

Week 6 - Potions 🧪

Week 7 - Reveals

Week 8 - 👻Halloween🎃

Week 9 - Wrong Perceptions

Week 10 - Non-Senshi AU

Week 11 - In-Progress Fics

Week 12 - Mutual Pining

Week 13 - Enemies to Lovers

Week 14 - Slow Burn

Week 15 - Christmas Part 1 - Ugly Christmas Sweaters and Santa!

Week 16 - Christmas Part 2

Week 17 - New Years

Week 18 - High School AU

Week 19 - Slice of Life

Week 20 - Coffee shop AU

Week 21 - Huddle for Warmth

Week 22 - Friends to Lovers

Week 23 - ❤️Valentines Day❤️

Week 24 - Do a Grouch a Favour Day (or Cheer Up Fics)

Week 25 - Soulmate AU

Week 26 - Amnesia Fics (and resources)

Week 27 - 🍀St Patrick's Day🍀

Week 28 - Fix it Fics

Week 29 - Prompt: Mug

Week 30 - Flowers

Week 31 - Traditions

Week 32 - Dreams

Week 33 - Friends

Week 34 - Body-Swap

Week 35 - Medical Assistance

Week 36 - Sex Pollen

Week 37 - Psychometry

Week 38 - What If

Week 39 - Missing Scenes Part I

Week 40 - Green Jacket

Week 41 - Dr Chiba

Week 42 - Birthdays

Week 43 - Fluff

Week 44 - First Kiss

Week 45 - Reviving Shitennou

Week 46 - Tutoring

Week 47 - Thunderstorms

Week 48 - Food

Week 49 - Proposals

Week 50 - Locked In

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Blinding, Scorching, Fleeting and Alive

@feanorianweek Entry 3: Celegorm (+ Caranthir)- Hunting

Caranthir and Celegorm are different as can be. They don’t really understand each other. But they’re bound together, through it. Even if ‘all’ is just a stroll through the market

This one goes out to my sister, whose birthday was recently, who to this day drags my ass out of the house and to McDonalds to go get a McFlurry ‘just cause’.

Tyelkormo spied Carnistir sneaking through the back door from his perch atop the kitchen cabinets and cried, “Oh, thank fuck, you’re here!”

His brother- in the same clothes he was in yesterday, now in complete disarray- startled, but zeroed in on him in an instant with those hawk-eyes of his. Moryo’s face twisted up in anger and he reached for a bowl of fruit. Then, he chucked an orange at Tyelkormo’s head.

“You jackass!” he snapped.

Tyelkormo laughed as he held up his hands to bat the orange away. Carnistir was quick enough to catch the orange on its way back down, and for a second he seemed about ready to throw it again. After a moment, though, he sagged and turned away, grumbling something to himself that Tyelkormo could not be bothered to understand.

As Moryo begrudgingly peeled his orange, Tyelkormo understood everything he was trying to say through his hunched shoulders and unusually unsteady fingers.

“So precisely how hungover are you?”

“Screw you, not all of us can be paragons of virtue and stamina.”

Tyelkormo laughed again, and swung his legs around to gracefully jump from on top of the cabinets. Once he was on the ground, he was quick to hop up onto the table that Carnistir had taken a seat at. 

“I meant less in the sense of alcohol, and more in the sense of what did Lanye do to you last night?”

Carnistir levied a hefty glare- a very impressive expression, as it was partly inherited from Mother and partly inherited from Father, and all around violent- but Tyelkormo was not to be intimidated. It was rare that he truly got to tease Moryo about his long-distance, on-again-off-again lady love. He was going to make the most of the time this summer.

“Not all of us,” Carnistir huffed, “are so blinded by divinity that we ignore a good thing in front of us. She can do whatever she wants to me.”

Tyelkormo kicked him under the table, and muttered, “Ass,” but he was on a roll now.

“And you’re hardly better, hunting Maia instead of elfmaids or even deer when you’re away. Don’t think I don’t see you ‘practicing’ your Valarin ‘calligraphy’, writing letters to your new favorite huntsman, staring mournfully off in the distance. ‘Oh, Tilion, how I miss you, if only my cruel father hadn’t torn us apart-’”

“Okay!” Tyelkormo cried, kicking him again, harder.

Their cheeks were a matching color of red, which was never a good thing. Carnistir was laughing at him, in between throwing orange slices in his mouth.

“Do you actually want to do something with the day, or are you going to be boring?” he demanded, trying to change the subject. He didn’t like talking to his family about Tilion, Lord Orome, or the Hunt in general. Not even with Mother and Carnistir. It was just… that was private. Sacred. His. 

“I want to crawl into bed and be hungover with my day. I don’t know what Lanye’s been experimenting with and growing lately, but that stuff was potent. I feel like half my brain is still numb from the smoke.”

“What I’m hearing,” Tyelkormo said, an idea alighting in his mind, “is that you’ll need to avoid Father all day.”

Carnistir pulled a face.

They both knew that if Father caught wind that Moryo had smoked and drank and kissed his way into a new day stupor that made it hurt to think, the teasing would be relentless. He’d be asked to recite to the first twelve stanzas of Rumil’s ‘On the Talking Things’. He’d be told to come assist with solving that new logic theorem. Mother might join in and require him to help the twins with arithmetic.

“What do you have in mind?” Carnistir grouched. Anything to get out of the house and away from their sadistic and easily amused parents.

“Let’s go to the market!” Tyelkormo exclaimed, grin massive.

Moryo groaned, slouching in his chair and starting to suck orange juice off his fingers. Tyelkormo just leaned in closer.

“Come on, it’ll be fun. We’ll get you a coffee, or a millkshake, or a shot of-”

“Is your only strategy to ply me with drinks?”

“I’ll get you a donut.”

Carnistir made a whining sound again, slumping down further an covering his eyes with his hand. Miserably, he said, “Why do you even want to go to the market?”

Tyelkormo shrugged. He didn’t really have a reason.

“Laurelin light. People. Move my legs.”

Slowly, Carnisitr began to peek at him from behind his hand, widening his fingers. Tyelkormo met his assessing glare with a smile, and waited. His little brother was an old grump. But he was just too damn easy- easy to manipulate, easy to tease, easy with drinks, drugs, and girls- for his own good.

Or, rather, as Moryo sat up and snapped, “Oh, fine!” Tyelkormo should perhaps say, his closest brother had a generous heart. But nah. He’d been too grouchy to deserve that.

Tyelkormo shot to his feet and cheered, grabbed Moryo, grabbed a nearby wicker basket, and bounded out the door. 

“At least let me change,” he whined, but Tyelkormo was set and determined. He dragged them onto the path towards the town of Formenos. Only once their feet crunched over gravel- Carnisitr in his sandals and Tyelkormo barefoot- did he release his grip on his brother’s arm.

He started walking forward.

“I hope you know I love you,” Moryo grumbled from behind him, slowly trudging along. “That I love you so much, that I’ll let you drag me into town for no good reason. Are you listening to me, Turko? I said I love you!”

“Thank you, Moryo,” Tyelkormo trilled, laughing slightly to himself.

“You better be.”

He ignored Carnistir’s continued complaining and turned his head up towards the sky. The air was thick with moisture, and Laurelin was warmer than usual today. The Two Trees were probably beginning to flower, in that case. Every home in Tirion, Alqualonde, and Valmar would be covered in petals by the time their summer ended, and many were probably making pilgrimages to Ezellohar, at this very moment.

At this moment, as Tyelkormo and Carnistir walked further into the wild mountains of the northwest. They could still see the branches of Laurelin and Telperion rising in the distance, just barely. Beautiful.

“It’s a great day,” Tyelkormo declared, slowing his walk to lag behind and sling an arm around Moryo’s shoulders. “Isn’t it a great day? The weather’s so nice. Aren’t you glad to be out and about?”

“I’ve been out and about, I’m tired,” Carnistir sighed, leaning his head against Tyelkormo’s shoulder. 

“Thank you for coming with me.”

“Shut up.”

In companionable silence, they walked the several miles into town, aiming for the high walls of Formenos. This feat of architecture was beautiful in its own way, Little Curufinwe was always sure to tell him, the walls high and beautiful and intricately decorated. Gems and precious metals created a shimmering mural, showing off the wealth and skill of this region’s inhabitants. One of Mother and Father’s great friends, Lady Lilotea, had designed these walls long before Tyelkormo and his brothers were born.

This time of day, with Laurelin blooming and vibrant, the walls were almost hard to look at. Carnistir certainly cringed away from the sight. But they were noticed and greeted from afar by the gate manager- responsible for tracking who and what entered Formenos, for trade and politics’ sake- and quickly ushered in.

There was a little bowing and a little expressed pleasure, and then they were on their way, towards the market.

“I do miss Tirion’s library whenever we’re here,” Carnistir said, “but the lack of pomp is much appreciated. It’s funny, I think Formenos knows us better than Tirion.”

Tyelkormo hummed in consideration.

He supposed that was fair. They spent so much time up here as children, half-raised in the desolate north. Nolofinwe used to comment that it explained why his half-brother’s sons were ‘half-wild’. He and Carnistir navigated the streets of Formenos with ease, because they used to run up and down them, chasing after local children and being chased in turn. 

Father so rarely went to court then, far too busy with the arts college he and Mother established here. Too busy recruiting artisans from across Valinor to teach, take apprentices, and refine their craft. In those days, often they would be left to run free while Mother or Father was away for a time, only returning to Tirion for important functions or when Grandfather missed them.

Specifically, though, that was the childhood Tyelkormo and Carnistir shared. He was given to understand things were different with Maitimo and Macalaure- that Mother and Father hardly stopped moving when they were young. Little Curufinwe and Ambarussa were experiencing another childhood all together, and sometimes it worried Tyelkormo.

Would they be happy? Well adjusted? Close with one another?

These questions kept him looking back home, even when he was with the Hunt. He worried for his little brothers. Except for Carnistir. He knew how to take care of himself.

Why, they’d barely reached the edge of the veritable field of tents and stalls, when he broke off to trade a merchant for a cup of coffee. Carnistir got his much needed boost, and the merchant received a proverb.

“Prefer knowledge to wealth, for one is transitory, the other eternal.”

Tyelkormo chuckled, as did the merchant, who sent Carnistir on his way. When he met Tyelkormo’s eyes there was a sly, pleased grin on his face. 

“Don’t look at me like that,” Tyelkormo laughed, “I don’t understand you philosopher types.”

“I know you don’t,” Carnisitr said, smug. “You only understand the language of beasts, but the Wise Elves appreciate wisdom. There is no end to the material in Valinor, but cleverness is in short supply.”

“Blah, blah,” he replied, flicking his brother on the forehead. “So clever, but not clever enough to know that Elves are also beasts.”

“Our mastery of language and reason sets us apart from beasts, that’s been proven again and again. Did you read nothing at university? I mean it, Turko, I wonder sometimes where Mother and Father picked you up.”

Sometimes Tyelkormo wondered where his erudite parents picked him up, too. His brand of skills was so very different… The self-sufficient Noldor did not appreciate them quite so much.

Rather than dredge that up- that was for drinking from the bottle with Moryo, collapsed in the same bed, sad and miserable and not alone- Tyelkormo rolled his eyes and mocked, “So reasonable, so well spoken. Yet all the answers you search for are at that university. There are other ways of understanding the Song, you know.”

“I don’t want to understand the Song,” Carnisitr laughed, talking a sip of his coffee. He was perking up now. “I want to understand life.”

And life certainly breathed in Formenos. There were colors and smells and sounds and people surrounding them at every avenue, something new to look at in every corner. Tyelkormo was so curious to see what they might find; Carnistir had always been curious too.

As he could not find it in him to bicker anymore on such a glorious day, Tyelkormo took Carnistir’s arm again and started wandering. 

Together, they meandered through the stalls, looking at wares and sideshows and people. Often, Tyelkormo would stop to look at carved tokens, unrefined materials, taxidermied animals and leather goods. For a little pink granite statue of a horse that reminded him of Nahar, he traded two dozen fine partridge feathers that he’d kept on his person for precisely this purpose. Once they walked away, he placed the statue to his lips and breathed out a prayer.

Carnistir looked unimpressed but didn’t say anything.

He was more interested in the stalls set up with people offering advice, readings of the past and future, and debate. There was an entire corner set aside for the purveyors of words, and Tyelkormo spent an hour loitering behind his brother’s shoulder as he bandied words back and forth with philosophers, soothsayers, and just simply, ‘the wise’.  At one point, Carnisitr was led into a rousing discussion with one nis about the role of the Ainur in their society.

About whether their connection to Iluvatar constituted their being considered a different class of citizens, or if they and their kingdoms should be brought down to the levels of Elves, just one more group among Teler, Noldor, and Vanyar.

This one drew a crowd, even though Carnistir and his conversational partner were in almost complete agreement- they only differed on the details on how to ‘dismantle’ the ‘religiosity’ of their role in society; and about whether it would just be better to leave Valinor- and Tyelkormo felt he had to excuse himself. From the first word, he had felt his blood rising, heat being pumped out of his lungs as anger and indignation and hurt emerged. But there was a difference between picking a fight with his brother at home and doing so in public.

Picking a fight with the public, which in Formenos almost unilaterally agreed with Father’s ideals.

Father always said that they must present a united front. That they could forever disagree in private, but never be divided in the eyes of their enemies- or even their friends. They were a family, after all. It was a horrible thing to fight with ones brothers.

That was usually the point where Mother said something sly about Nolofinwe or Arafinwe, but even hasty Tyelkormo knew that was a pointless fight.

Half-brothers were not true brothers. Tyelkormo knew this to be true, because when Carnistir infuriated him, he walked away. He found a stall selling donuts and bought two. He went and sat next to the fountain until the crowd in the distanced dispersed, and listened to birds chatter and argue, rather than Elves. 

Nolofinwe would never afford Father that grace; Tyelkormo could also admit that Father didn’t really extend it either. But that was because they weren’t really brothers. They didn’t know how these issues should be resolved.

He’d beat the shit out of Moryo later.

It wasn’t long after people went back to their business that Carnistir found him. Flushed and happy, he took a seat next to him, and only when Tyelkormo passed him the powdered donut he got- traded a patch of mint he’d picked this morning for- did he look sheepish.

“I didn’t mean anything by it for you,” Carnistir said.

“Uh huh,” he mumbled, raising a doubtful eyebrow.

“I’m serious,” Moryo said through a mouthful of dough as he ripped into his treat. “If we stay, nothing has to change in practice, just perception.”

“What if that’s my perception?”

“People should be allowed to opt in, not-”

“We do opt in!” Tyelkormo snapped, teeth bared. People looking at them. He turned away from his brother with a snarl and took a vicious bite of the donut.

It was fucking delicious.

For a long time, they were quiet. They ate in silence, each angry. Tyelkormo could practically feel the steam rising off of Moryo. Eventually, his brother ventured to say, very quietly-

“Think of it from my perspective. Every time we search for answers, we get told that the answers are already there. What are you even asking for? It’s exhausting, because the answers offered by the Ainur perspective are limited; us at the university, we’re searching for something deeper. But every debate just gets sent up to the Valar, and then it’s over. It shouldn’t be that way. We shouldn’t be expected to rely on them for every matter academic, moral, and political. We shouldn't be chastened when we don’t, and we are chastened, Turko, just last year-”

“I know.”

Tyelkormo let out a ragged sigh.

“I don’t have an answer,” he said, irritated. “I’m not clever like you are, Moryo. It’s complicated. I just know what I feel.”

“Yeah, well…” Carnistir said, and it sounded like every word pained him. “I’m not clever like you are. And it is complicated. I just… I guess we’re all hunting for answers. In different ways.”

Again they lapsed into silence, but this time the tension had been drained some. Tyelkormo was the one to break there peace, saying-

“I’m still going to kick your ass for that later.”

“That’s fine,” Carnistir said. “I’ll make sure to knee you in the groin. Hey, you want to go crash at Lanye’s house for lunch?”

Like a blue sky breaking from clouds, Tyelkormo threw his head back and laughed. Just like that, all was forgotten.

“Sure,” he said, hopping to his feet. “Let’s go visit your girl. I want to see if she has as many hickeys as you do. Are you ever going to marry her, Moryo?”

“Of course,” Carnistir said, a sickeningly smitten smile on his face. “We’re in love.”

[theopolis]

you absolutely gotta tell me how you feel about msm 2017 harry osborn and insomniac spider-man 2 harry osborn. i’ve been a HUGE harry osborn fan for 2 years now but haven’t ventured into comics territory (eek, i know) and those two are my absolute favorite depictions. i’d love to know what a seasoned harold veteran thinks of them LOL

Hi! No need to feel bad about not getting into comics yet, or at all, your experience w Spider-Man should be what works best for you 8)

Though if you do ever want to check them out, I posted a Harry reading list just the other day

I'm afraid my answer to you question might be somewhat disappointing 😅 I'm kind of a grouch when it comes to most Spider-Man adaptations because I am deeply attached to the specific personality traits and dynamics established for these characters in the source material, especially in regards to Harry. Additionally, I have also not actually seen/played through either of the properties you named so I only really have second hand accounts to go of off. And based on those, my opinion on both MSM and Insomniac boils down to "I understand the appeal, but they don't seem to capture what I consider the essence of the character" (Though I would place Insomniac Harry over MSM Harry, I believe)

[wyverewings]

And here we are, at the end of this countdown. Hope you’re having fun with Indigo Disk! I’m gonna be doing that when this post goes up since it’s queued for that day.

I’m just gonna cut to the chase here. Koraidon is, without a doubt, my absolute favorite Pokémon. And I’m gonna gush so much that I feel it’s probably best to describe the scene here, and have the gushing under the cut. Koraidon (or Scarlet, as I nicknamed mine) is with Ogerpon and Dipplin since they rep the DLC.

Okay, let’s start from the beginning…

For a while after ScVi released, I didn’t buy it. I looked at the glitches and kinda thought it just wasn’t worth it. Well, until some people told me it was actually pretty good, the glitches were the main problem and they’d been mostly patched.

So on my 18th birthday, I’d buy Scarlet off the eshop as a little gift for myself, just to see what it was like. I chose that version because I preferred the overall aesthetic over Violet.

Pretty soon after I started, that’s when I met Koraidon. I find them injured on a beach, and I gave sandwich to help them regain their strength. They ended up saving me in a cave after a Houndoom attacked me, but they’re still not entirely able to fight.

As it turns out, they belong to Arven, a grouch who happens to be the professor’s kid. Apparently he kinda hates Koraidon, so he just decides to leave him with me. From then on, I’m able to ride upon Koraidon! At first, there’s not a lot they’re capable of, but that changes quickly.

See, Arven’s on a quest for Herba Mystica, a legendary plant that gives great power to any who consume it. These are what happen to power up Koraidon, the first giving them the ability to quickly dash, and the second giving them the ability to swim.

At the second one, I find out that Arven’s not so bad actually, as he’s going on this journey for his injured Pokémon to heal. And not only do I learn more about Arven, but also about Koraidon. At one point, Arven speculates that Koraidon isn’t just physically unable to fight, but they might also have some trauma holding them back.

Eventually, Arven successfully brings his Pokémon back to full health, but Koraidon’s still unable to battle. But his mom has called him down to Area Zero for some reason…

Once I’ve finished with all three of the main quests, I’m ready to descend into Area Zero. But at first, Koraidon’s too scared to come out of their Pokeball… Slowly, you learn more about Area Zero and the Paradox Pokemon, including that Koraidon are Paradox Pokemon from the past.

Eventually, you meet another Koraidon. But this one isn’t as friendly as my companion, and the latter seems terrified of the former…

And then I meet Sada, or rather the AI made in her likeness, and I learn that my friend was traumatized by the hostile Koraidon bullying them and also the death of the professor.

I have to fight AI Sada now, with all her ancient Pokémon… and then at the end of the battle, the Paradise Protection Protocol is activated, and the hostile Koraidon attacks.

I can’t run, the door is shut. And I can’t throw out my Pokeballs, all are locked except for Sada’s…

Except for one.

I now have to send out my friend, my friend who has been traumatized by the foe they must face down… but they fight. They fight for my sake. They cannot be defeated during the battle, they will tough out all the attacks, and once I Terastralize them, their Tera Blast makes quick work of the bully who they once feared.

And thus, from now on, they are officially able to battle. When you need them to do so, you have to enable their battle mode to put them in your party, though you won’t be able to ride on them until they’re back in riding mode. A lot of people find this annoying, but honestly? I don’t care about that. It just doesn’t feel like a problem for me. I think they’d like a rest from battling sometimes, and I’ll just send them out when I really need them.

I know this has all just been recapping the story of the game, but I don’t know how else to explain how attached I got to my Scarlet. My closest friend, my dearest companion, and my greatest treasure…

I’ll be off tumblr for a bit, I’m just gonna be busy partaking in new adventures with my friend.

[thebiscuiteternal]

For the mini jam: I'm the anon that asked about Wen Xu last time. I'd love to hear more of your thoughts on anything xusang related. I'm interested in anything that catches your interest, but maybe more about the confrontation where NMJ kills WX after WX taunts him about Huaisang, or some of your character headcanons for Wen Xu. Just want to see some love (or hate? Or toxic, complicated love-hate?) for my favorite background character.

In the same timeline/vein of the confrontation, I like the idea that Wen Xu honestly didn't think much of Nie Huaisang when they were younger. This undersized, anxious, mousy little nothing hiding in Nie Mingjue's shadow? Boring. Not even worth a second glance.

He spent very little time with the brothers, despite their fathers' friendship, and what time they were in proximity, he mostly spent annoying Nie Mingjue (three years younger than him and already starting to turn into a grouch, much more entertaining) as much as he could get away with.

He doesn't see Nie Huaisang at all for years after the death of Papa Nie, mostly because there's not a chance in hell of Nie Mingjue allowing it. Even at the archery tournament that Nie Huaisang is allowed to attend, he's very carefully kept from interacting with any of their Wen hosts, especially alone.

So the first time they meet since Huaisang was seven is at the Indoctrination Camp, where he's now sixteen.

By this time, he's starting to grow into those "elegant and attractive" (thank you, novel) features, and his nervousness serves to make him look deliciously breakable (thank you again, novel).

Suddenly, he's a lot more interesting this go around.

And, as long as he doesn't A) interfere with the running of the camp itself, which is supposed to be Wen Chao's task, or B) upset the delicate balance that is "keeping a hostage" by actually killing Huaisang, Wen Xu has carte blanche from their father to do as he pleases.

He doesn't get to make the most of his plans before the majority of the captives escape (Huaisang is with them, once more drawing on novel instead of CQL), but really, that only gives him more time to refine those plans. Expand them, even.

When he hears word that his target is now working among the aid tents scattered near the Cloud Recesses, under the belief that a target already so damaged won't be the focus of another attack while there are more lucrative targets to be had, he decides he'll prove that belief wrong and catch himself a little bird while he's at it.

Fortunately, Nie Mingjue is tipped off and confronts him enroute and, well. You know the rest.