#oh ohhhh oh oh my god i'm ruined

[hungerpunch]

via tiffany's ig stories 12/2/22

[unhingedlesbear]

Goodbye y'all 💀 I'm getting REAL experimental with TDIM rn

I had Jamie reject Erin's kiss and that was awkward enough but somehow having Kate reject Mark's kiss was even worse 😭😭😭

[thecameronchronicles]

Sprinkler

TW: smut. Overstimulation. Language. Praise kink. 

SUMMARY: JJ pushed your limits after your have one too many attitudes. 

WORD COUNT: 1500

REQUESTED

can you do jj maybank smut where the reader squirts a lot 

hii can i req rafe/or drew or jj/or rudy lecturing you for something you did and reader rolling their eyes at them and them being punished

Sprinkler

"Oh my God!" You gasped to the coming orgasm you felt a bit guilty you didn't deserve. The roll of JJ's thumb over your clit along with the pistoning of two fingers embedded with a come hither motion already had you on the cusp embarrassingly quickly. 

"You sound so good princess..." He covered your moans to explain. "You're so wet for me, aren't you?" 

You nodded, your head at a rest against his shoulder as he smirked against you. A soft kiss to your skin brought the feeling of his dimple to your cheek. Your skin heated with the visual of how they emerged in that look of pleasure just before he would come. Your bottom lip became prisoner behind his palm at the thought alone. 

"Come for me, sweetheart. Soak my hand and ruin these sheets for me..."

"Oh God!"

"Nobody can hear you but me...and I don't want you holding back...you're doing so good..." He replaced his thumb with his palm, deepening his fingers. 

"I shouldn't let you come." You quickly took his wrist in your hand as he chuckled. "Don't worry, I'm not that mean...you'll get to come..." You relaxed. 

"But we've gotta do something about that attitude cupcake....so I'm gonna let you come..." His breath was hard against your ear. "But you're gonna wish I hadn't." With that he pulsed those fingers as another hand came to your breast. Your suit no longer holding a purpose as he pinched your nipple.

"Yeah, I know what my girl needs..." You groaned. "My little brat gonna come for me or do you need me to spank it out of you?" You clenched at the thought. 

"Dirty girl." He quickened. 

"Oh my God! JJ!" You whimpered while he grinned sharply. 

"Ooooh...good girl..." You rolled against his hand. "Come for me, beautiful...it's the only time you're gonna be able to enjoy it..." His vague threats only worsened your coming orgasm that came through you hard. 

"Yes!" He scoffed. "Oh fuck yes..." He pinned your ankles against the side of the bed as his toes balanced on the metal edge. 

"JJ..." You warned as his fingers moved even faster. His arm wrapped you hard against him as you whimpered and groaned. "I came, I'm sensitive..."

He only ignored you, holding you harder against him. 

"I can feel you're still desperate for my fingers..." You nodded. "Is that why you're such a brat? Need to come more than once?" 

"Right now, I do...but...it's...shit!" He added a third finger, fucking you hard into his own palm. "JJ!" 

"That's it baby, feel it for me...every little bend-"

"Ohhhh! JJ!!!"

Suddenly a cold void. As you turned to face him, he replaced his fingers. Only now. They were slow again. Your high diminished and forced to start again. Once again, he was intense and deep. 

"Get close for me baby...let me feel you wrap around my fingers so I know what my cock has to look forward to..." You moaned at the thought. You needed the fulfillment his dick offered. God, you pulsed at the thought. 

"I need you inside me!"

He considered it for a moment before you arched against him. 

"Feel how close you are princess?"

"I'm so close, J! Oh yes..." Again, he denied your orgasm. 

"JJ! I need to come!" He groaned at the whine. 

"And I need you to stop acting like a spoiled little girl every time you don't get your way. Since I can't tell you now, I need other...methods...."

"Edging me?!"

"If that's what it takes...now shut those pretty lips baby or I'm gonna have to make you choke on something to keep you quiet." You moaned unabashed to the air as the bed creaked beneath your brutal thrusts against his hand. 

"Oh shit..."

"That's so good! Right there!" He growled against you. 

"There, princess? Right there?" He moaned into your ear. 

"Yes! JJ! Fuck!" But again, he retreated. This time, leaving your legs wide without any stimulation. 

"I'm sorry! Just please let me come!"

"I want to, I do...but you keep saying you'll stop and you keep acting that way...so..." Suddenly you were over his lap, his fingers into you from behind as his other hand wrapped in your hair. 

"Those moans are making me rock solid, princess...show me how sorry you-" you took him before he could continue his condition. 

"Fuck....yeah...." You began messy, drool and moans by the load as you impaled him into your throat as his fingers worked your sensitive sex. 

"You know you're dripping, cupcake?" He drew a line between your thighs. "if you behaved, id have my head between your thighs cleaning you up-'

"I'll be good! I promise J!"

"You said that last time...even when I let you come-" he hissed as you returned to his shaft, taking him deeply and making slow suctions of his head until he began to thrust into your throat. 

"Fuck!" He held you down with one hand as the either fucked your pussy. 

"Ooh yeah...you want it?" 

"Please!" You begged behind his crown. 

"One more baby...one more little tease..." You groaned as he planted devious pistoning that made you moan around his shaft. 

"You're gonna swallow every last drop if you make me come before you do...I don't care how much you're crying..." You nodded, working your hand at his balls as he tore you off of the bed until you stood before him. He kicked apart your ankles and fucked you with his fingers. 

"Come right now! Now!" You struggled to stand before the build came as a sudden cascade of ecstasy. Spilling and spilling until you soaked down your thighs. 

"Oh shit..." He picked up his fingers to his mouth as you stood in embarrassment. 

"Sweetheart...you just fucking squirted for me..."

"Oh my God!" 

"This time, you do that on my dick-" before you could counter him, he had you bobbing over him and taking him to depths that had you dying out in pain. He held your hands behind your back with one hand as you came normally, his desperate thrusts unable to pause long enough as you sounded too good to him. He turned you away from him. Thrust and withdrawal. Pulling your hair. Smacking your ass. Thrust and withdrawal. Fingering your soaked core and even teasing your ass, licking the distance of your clit from behind, and edging you every way he could. 

"Let me see it...yes...yes princess...just like that!" You fisted the sheets as he opened you wide to watch the cascade. Even as you begged, your body wanted everything he pulled. 

"Ride my tongue princess...you're doing so good..." He angled you both to be comfortable during this. 

"Ride. It." He ordered as you rode against his tongue while he watched you in awe. 

"Play with your nipples..." He widened your thighs to speak. You leaned forward, one palm to the wall as the other twisted and fondled your breast like he would. A teasing bite to your clit sent you convulsing as his hands clamped down at your thighs. Widening you to deepen his tongue. 

"I'm gonna do it! Oh fuuuuck!' Another intense pressure sent you costing him. "Oh!" You gasped as he licked you clean. 

"Keep fucking coming baby..." He sent you to your side this time , your leg pulled it a bend as he tormented your clit. When you tightened, he withdrew. 

"Oh princess..."

"I can't do it..." You were spent. 

"You can. You're so good...so fucking good..." He thrusted again, this time, his cock fully embedded to the hilt. 

"I promise it's the last...but this time, you squirt on my dick..."

You moaned as he gripped.your hips. 

"Give me every last fucking drop, baby...oh it's so sexy to feel you lose yourself for a pogue..." He smacked your ass. "Think I'm gonna make you squirt in every little bikini and have you drip down your thighs at every party...you want that?"

"Yes! Please!"

"Oh baby...one more...just one more...you're so close...so-"

"Fuck baby, it's coming!"

"Yeah?" He withdrew as you shrieked before he turned you to face him. You wrapped your legs around his waist. 

"I wanna see your face when you coat my cock...so drown it, princess...it's yours..." You bounced with little help into the oblivion of that final release. Your body numb and exhilarated to the heights promised beneath overstimulation. 

"There it is...let go...let go for me!"

"Ah! Ahh! Ahhh!"

"Fuck! Yes!" He gripped hard while following through to his own orgasm. 

"You gonna behave now?" He asked as you collapsed on his chest. 

"Probably not."

"Good...because that's too hot not to not do again..." 

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[whumpasaurus101]

Chapter Ten

Ohhhh the whump in this- there is quite a lot teehee. Enjoy me rising from my hybernation of 2 months!

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The chair let out a quiet groan as Cass readjusted himself in his seat, eyes staring plainly at the table which Martyn sat opposite him. They had stayed like this for a while. Not a single sound. Cass wasn't going to give Martyn  shit. He tried to keep his mind quiet. Keeping himself away from the situation away from his head. His team was going to look at him for what they should do next. But he didn't know. What they could do.

His eyes desperately scanned the room, searching for something- anything he could use as a weapon. Oh, who was he kidding?? They were doomed.

“So, tell me, Cass, why did you lot decide to come in and ruin my soiree?”

Cass clenched his jaw, his eyes still moving. He looked to the guard who stood at the door, rifle in hand held across his chest. Maybe if he caused a distraction he could snatch it and-

Cass yelped out as Martyn slammed his fist against the metal table, the loud sound echoing through the room, cutting crisp through his thoughts, “I asked a goddamn question. All your team has given me silence and I’m really getting tired of this, sweetheart.”

Cass grimaced at the name, shifting once more in his chair as he cautiously studied the man before him. The top half of hair that wasn’t buzzed was swept up neatly into a ponytail.

“Do you use gel in your hair?”

Martyn had to do a double take, his face slightly screwed up in confusion, “I beg your pardon?”

“Your hair, does it have gel in it?” 

“My- I- you what?”

“You said all you was getting was silence, I’m filling that silence.”

Martyn huffed out a sigh of disapproval, “It’s ‘were’, darling, ‘all you were getting’.”

Cass couldn't help but crack a smile, letting out a slight laugh, “I’m tied down to a fucking chair in a goddamn interrogation, I think my grammar is the last of my worries.”

Martyn held back a smile, readjusting his tie as he cleared his throat, “I like my things to be perfect-”

“Yeah yeah, hold up, I am not one of your.. things..” Cass spat in disgust. Martyn hummed in amusement, “Cute of you to think you can make decisions now. I’ve got you, Cass Brady.”

Cass tensed, “H-how- I-”

“I have my sources,” Martyn grinned, crossing his arms with a smirk, “Luckily, before you tried your pathetic attempt to save dear Niko, you gave my men and I just about enough time to go do some… research.”

Cass could feel his stomach drop to the ground. What the hell happened? All the years it had taken Cass to remove everyone's identity from any records so they were untraceable. Welp, apparently not.

“The Outlanders,” Martyn hummed, “A bit… whats the word…. Cliche, no?”

Cass set his jaw, glaring at the captor before him, “I was fifteen when I came up with it.”

“No need to get so defensive!” Martyn smirked, “It's quite cute actually.”

Cass’ fists clenched behind his chair, knotted in a rough rope as he felt anger bubble and burn in his chest, “What do you want?” He demanded.

“I want answers, Cass.”

“Well, good luck with that,” Cass spat, his eyes hardening, “I'm not telling you shit.”

Martyn folded his arms with a hum as he leaned back in his chair, “Oh really? Well, Mr Brady, I have something that just might change your mind.”

Cass’ blood turned cold as he saw the scene unravel before him. The door of the room opened and in walked a guard, dragging in a bloodied and bruised figure. Cass had to swallow down his own bile as he saw the face of the person, Cass.

“You see, in my research, I thought my men had made a mistake mistake with the matching last names- but as we dug deeper I knew a little,,, persuasion from your brother might do the trick!”

“D-d’nt te-tell hi-” Niko rasped, a mixture of blood and sweat dripping from his hair as his head hung low. He didn't have enough energy to lift it. God, if he had learnt one thing, it was that those guards were not as weak as they may seem.

“Let him go!” Casss roared, suddenly thrashing against the restraints.

“There we go, a bit of fire! Now, do tell me, why did you come uninvited to my party?”

“We-we honestly were just plus ones who-”

Cass was cut off by the gut wrenching sound of a fist colliding with skin. He watched in horror as his own brother collapsed to the ground with a cry.

Anger took over Cass, “Let him go.” His voice slightly shook but he didn't give a damn, he blinked furiously as he tried to hold back tears.

You know what you need to do in order to save him.”

“Bullshit!” Cass growled but that only drew another punch towards Niko. “I’m going to murder you, you son of a bitch!” Cass roared.

Martyn stalked closer in a few strides, snatching Cass by the jaw and yanking him so they were face to face, “Listen here you bitch-lipped son of a whore-” Cass flinched, his heart freezing in utter shock as he stared at Martyn- “Every single word that comes out of your mouth that isn't what I want, gets your brother one step further to his own fucking death.”

Cass stared up at Martyn in horror, his mouth slightly opened as his chest heaved with pants. What kind of leader was he- yelling and cursing? The first thing he told his gang was to never make things personal and always remain calm. God- god his brother, he had brought Niko into this goddamn life.

“I-”

Cass took a sharp inhale before letting the breath out, he watched as Martyn lifted a hand, getting the guard to halt.

“There was… a target at your party… a target that we- well… we’ve been looking for for a while now…” Martyn’s eyebrow raised as he crossed his arms, “And this…target, it doesn't happen to be me, no?”

Cass’s eyes blow wide, “No! No not at all! I don't even know who you are!”

A shiver ran up his spine as the room filled with Martyn’s chuckle filled the room- then it dropped to utter silence and his smile fell. In a matter of seconds a hand wrapped around his throat.

“Let me get something clear, Cassius, I really don't like liars. So if someone lies to my face-” His hand tightened and Cass swore he saw stars- “Somebody gets hurt.”

Cass tried to scream as he heard the cry of his brother. Martyn forced his head to look at his brother being beaten relentlessly. But he couldn't make a noise, he couldn't move, He couldn't save his brother. So what use was he to his own team? ---

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[hils79]

Hils Watches Mysterious Lotus Casebook - Ep 26

Li Lianhua, one of the most brave and brilliant minds of his generation: Yeah, this place is creepy. I'm out.

Very much enjoying Fang Duobing and Di Feisheng working together to protect Li Lianhua. I hope we get more of that.

Amazing work, all of you. A+

This really is the worst kept secret in the jianghu. I think Fango Duobing is the only one who doesn't know at this point

Oh my god is the wine made of people?

I was going to make a joke that Li Lianhua plays up being pathetic when he's got two big strong men there to protect him. But actually it's probably not far from the truth. How many times do you think he's had to stay awake, or at least on guard, for fear that someone might figure out his identity and come looking for him. Now he's with two people one of whom knows his identity and one who has sworn to protect him no matter what. It's actually safe for him to relax and get some sleep so he's going to do just that.

Oh my god. Fang Duobing offered Di Feisheng some bread and Di Feisheng took it! I'm crying.

AND THEN DI FEISHENG SHARED HIS WATER WITH FANG DUOBING. Are they in love now? Is that's what's happening here? MY HEART.

Look at those eyes. Has he learned the puppy eyes from Fang Duobing?

Why do I feel like Di Feisheng is about to ruin this romantic moment

Oh, shit, whatever they got drugged with has triggered his poison

How quickly Fang Duobing has gone from 'I'm not saving him!' to being genuinely worried about him

Of course Li Lianhua was just pretending to sleep and now he's going to fight a hoard of martial arts zombies by himself because his boyfriends both got drugged. Li Lianhua, that will kill you!

You don't normally mind

I know they needed to sort out their injuries because the zombies are attracted to the scent of blood, but the three of them seem remarkably unconcerned that Li Lianhua just got kidnapped by a zombie

Feeling Fine and Normal about this

Haha! He literally only got as far as saying the A of A-Fei's name and Di Feisheng did what Fang Duobing was going to ask him to do. I think this means they officially share a braincell now

This dude: Ohhhh! I didn't realise the three of you were together

You can see why he's the detective. Did the missing head give it away?

I love that Di Feisheng has just naturally taken on the role of leader while Li Lianhua is gone. He might not remember being the leader of his sect but instinctively that's who he is

We're in DMBJ territory again

Oh you know shit is real when the family name gets dropped

He's just a little dude who needs his two big strong boyfriends to help him up

[weebsinstash]

Ok but like ik you've been talking about werewolves and abo recently but like I need to say this somewhere.

I think yandere and abo is such a underappreciated combo. Especially when most of it that is made(or at least that I've seen) is the classic yandere alpha x omega. Which isnt bad but I feel like there could be so much more.

Where is the yandere omega x alpha who threatens to ruin the alpha's life with false accusations of the alpha forcing themselves on the omega? Or how about yandere omega who doesnt even hide their tendencies because ofc an omega would never behave like that! Then there is the idea that people actively encourage the behavior because(depending on how you write it) omegas are so rare, you dont want them to disappear entirely right?

Tbh my favorite idea is the omega trying to manipulate the alpha with their heat/rut. Like the omega just 'accidentally' getting their heat near the alpha. Or going over to the alpha's house while they're having their rut because they forgot something or someone said the alpha was 'sick' and they wanted to check on them. Maybe the omega even takes something to induce a heat before going over...

Then you have yandere omega who adores a beta. The omega being super clingy and possessive because they have no way to claim, or be claimed. Or using the fact the beta doesn't understand typical social norms with omegas being used against them, so the omega is doing shit that would happen between mates but the beta is none the wiser.

One could also do yandere alpha who has a thing for a beta. The alpha threatening anyone who even tries to get with the beta who's none the wiser. Same with the omega in the fact it really drives them up the wall they have no way to mark you. And oh imagine the alpha practically begging the poor beta over the phone and guilt tripping them into coming over during their rut.

These ideas have been in my head so long and the only reason I even feel the need to say it is because I've been having a certain idea in mind for a Mr. O'hara that wont leave me alone.

You know this actually puts my mind in a little time machine where I once had an idea for like, an afab Reader x Izuku quirkless AU where you're in the same university and you're an athlete (my preference is soccer player) and you eventually notice there's a young man who's a little shorter than you are who seems to always watch your practices and every game, just looking so wide-eyed and impressed as he always seems to look only at you, and it becomes this weird like, you're actually bigger and stronger than him but the little worm starts approaching you and being, uh, unintentionally creepy. He'll want your autograph, say what a big fan he is, how cool you are, shit he'll just greet you with a hug when he knows you don't like him and he doesn't even react when you shove him away. He's just a really clingy fucking uwu bottom and you're kind of wary about him because even though he's smaller than you, there's some suspicious strength in those hugs

Izuku absolutely strikes me as the type, "ohhhh noOooOoo, Reader, what's wrong? Are you in a rut? O-oh no, whatever shall we dooooo" *comes as close to you and touches you as much as he possibly can, deliberately trying to rile you up until youre riding his dick or getting HIM pregnant, also, babytrapping izuku, obviously*

But oh my fucking god my dude don't get me started thinking on ABO shit with Miguel 💦 literally laying in my bed right now thinking about how he's literally taller than my bed is long and really just letting it sink in what an absolute tank that man is. He's the kind of man that can fuck you standing full-Nelson style just holding you up in his arms. There is absolutely no chance in hell you can physically overpower him unless he's like, drunk or drugged or something. And of course now I'm thinking of Miguel hitting the margaritas a little too hard and you snap awake in bed to find your boss who you've never slept with before climbing on top of you, maybe he doesn't even fuck you, he's just so drunk he started thinking about how nice it would be to fall asleep cuddling you and inhaling your scent and you're just caged by this unmoving wall of a man with an iron grip who covers your face in sloppy kisses until he passes out

I feel like I've seen a few posts around where people talk about Spiderpeople having mating seasons or heats or whatever and, really you can just have that as abo, either or. You're just this poor unassuming Beta who thinks you're nothing special until one day you're bringing him a coffee his assistant told you to bring him and, suddenly a man overcome with animalistic need is pinning you against the nearest surface and claiming your mouth with his own. I hate what a basic bitch I am with A x O being my preference but hey, there's a time, place, character, and concept for everything right ;) goddddd Alpha Miguel would fill an Omega partner with so many pups, mf fucks you once and suddenly you're knocked up with triplets.

Was literally starting a new draft for a brand new idea when you sent this and, I think im gonna not post about it yet bc, I kinda just wanna see how much I can write if I just slam through it. Sometimes the inspiration just HITS you know? But nah dude I'm definitely guilty over lowkey obsessing about this man like deadass checking his r34 tag every other day, I am down something horrendous, I want this man in a way that is concerning to feminism, like this is gonna be me going to the theaters this Saturday

[verosvault]

🚨SPOILERS FOR FANTASY HIGH JUNIOR YEAR EPISODE 8🚨

Dimension20 "Fantasy High Junior Year"

Episode 8 "Fracas at the Frostyfaire Folk Festival"

Timestamp: 00:16:14

Video Length: 3min. & 37sec.

Kristen gets a vision and hears a familiar voice! 😱 + Theories about Cassandra and the Pride Armor!

Brennan: "As you do so, all of you hear Kristen's stomach growl and gurgle as well."

Kristen's stomach: *gurgling sounds; magical chimes*

Emily: "Is it contagious?!" 😭😭

Brennan: "And Kristen, you get a sudden flash of red. You are back in the wizard's food court for a second. You see glass and red light. You hear a scream of a familiar voice and sudden silence. And then you look into Adaine's open eyes as you are reviving her, and you see a reflection in her eyes of blood splattered on the ground somewhere."

Ally: "Is the voice Cassandra?"

Brennan: "It is not Cassadra's, but you cannot delve deeper into that. It's a voice you recognize, but you can't get more information about it."

Fig: "Okay, Cassandra had someone coming after her. Did it seem like that? 'Cause I've been thinking about the fact that she's doubt would completely destabilize the entire pantheon, right? If gods get their power from faith, and she's doubt, she might have had a mark on her externally-"

Kristen: "Oh, Interesting."

Fig: "...from your ministrations." 💀

Kristen: "Yeah."

Adaine: "Yeah, maybe it's not your fault at all. Maybe it's completely nothing to do with you."

Kristen: "I think I... Yeah, I definitely killed her, but I do wonder-" 😭😭

(players snickering) 😂😭💀✋

Kristen: "Okay, okay. Wait, wait, 'cause this kinda feels like thematically what everything is ****ing feeling like at school. Aguefort represented nuance and weirdness and he's gone, and now it's extremely strict and by the book."

Fig: "Yeah, and without doubt, you just have rigid faith, which shatters and has no flexibility."

Riz: "Is it possible that things are being changed right now by Aguefort being back in time?"

Kristen: "Oh my gosh, yeah."

Adaine: "Oh. That he's changing things in the past that are affecting things in the present?"

Ally: "He's like- microwaving a burrito and it's ruining everything." *Laughs*

Riz: "Also, can we talk for a second about how insane that was?"

Fabian: "Yes, wait. I wanted to let you guys get your thoughts out. What the **** just happened?"

Riz: "Dust mites, and then you just got knocked out?"

Adaine: "I'm assuming this has just been in a box for, like-"

Riz: "Fig was just helping you read a book."

Fabian: "Everyone felt like- Did everyone else get shrimp vibes from that?"

Kristen: "That was shrimp vibes."

Fabian: "Just kind of like a nasty chain reaction?!"

Fig: "Yeah! It's me, okay? Look, my Bardics are cursed, I think. I think I'm cursed."

Siobhan: "Can I do an Arcana check on Fig?"

Brennan: "Do an Arcana check right now."

Emily: "I lay down like a patient on a table."

Siobhan: *rolls dice*

Lou: "Yes, I'm also going to do an Arcana check."

Siobhan: "24. I got a 24."

Murph: "Yeah, I'll Investigate Fig."

Emily: "Everyone Arcana check me!"

Murph: "21."

Siobhan: "How yogurt-y is she smelling right now?"

Brennan: "As you guys put these texts and tomes to the side and begin to Investigate Fig-"

Murph: "I know what I could do. The Gregorian Necktie can do Detect Evil and Good."

Ally: "Ohhhh."

Siobhan: "Oh."

Emily: "Oh, well."

Murph: "Well, Outside of just the-"

Brennan: "As you do the necktie, it beeps, and a fiendish aura surrounds Fig, not her own innate one."

Siobhan: "Ooooo!"

Riz: "Okay. Yeah, no, you're cursed for sure."

Fig: "Yeah, I think-"

Fabian: "Totally cursed."

Fig: "I think whoever- I put Wretchrot on it. I'm trying to find out-"

Riz: "Oh, good."

Fig: "Yeah, yeah. I deputized Wretchrot."

Siobhan: "Reliable."

Fig: "I'm trying to find out, I think it's whoever owned the pride armor."

Riz: "We don't know who that is."

Fig: "I'm paying, maybe, a debt that Gilear owes."

Kristen: "Yogurt!" 😂🤣💀

😂😂😂 The laughs!!! It really sounded like Kristen had cracked something!!! 😂🤣💀😭✋

Fig: "Yes?"

Siobhan: "I was thinking it's 'cause he was a straight man wearing pride armor."

Ally: "Yogurt! Yeah, the pride armor was rainbow." 😂😂🤣🤣🌈🌈

Siobhan: "I'm an ally! The A stands for ally!"

[mylittleredgirl]

finally, m*a*s*h update!

season four disc two! ("quo vadis, captain chandler" to "dear ma")

there is a LOT going on in the frank and margaret department

i kind of tipped my hand here when i posted about my new obsession, but even if you are not circling the drain on this doomed ship... the Unresolved Breakup Tension is fuckin WILD in this disc

she literally punches him in the face!!! how was that not a breakup!

but then he buys her something or does something to charm or impress her, and it works! then he blows it again!! rinse and repeat!!!! i am 👀🍿

sam and diane from cheers are still theeee platonic ideal of slap-slap-kiss but these clowns definitely walked so they could run

i literally jumped off the couch when his wife found out, aaaaa it's so juicy

I'M SORRY i realize this doesn't speak well of me as a person, but those long close-ups on her face as she voluntarily eavesdrops on him dismissing their relationship (twice!!) and her heart gets fully crushed??? i could eat popcorn to this all day.

this is the kind of dysfunctional relationship that my artist friends would choose in our youth so that we could Suffer and Make Art, so i really hope margaret is writing terrible poetry about it

anyway, we're peroxide-roots deep into GIRL WHY??!??

and then bj very gently explains to radar that well, see, frank and margaret both kinda suck and we're in the middle of nowhere, so they're all they've got

and i had to spend three or four days staring at the ceiling about it, because YEAH. it's not just that they're each other's only rank-appropriate source of star-spangled orgasms

(and they both care far more about military hierarchy than they do about marital fidelity)

but they are so consistently unkind to everyone around them that they have no other choice for any human connection full stop.

i'm not even talking about their ongoing bullying war with hawkeye and trapper or bj, because that's dirty pool on both sides, but i could count on one hand the number of times either of them have interacted with a subordinate nurse or enlisted man without threatening them. like they literally would not have anyone else to talk to.

but the reveal that she still wants to MARRY HIM? oh god. ohhhh honey. noooo.

that fake proposal prank was so genuinely mean. mostly because they ruined her hot date! 👏 let 👏 margaret 👏 fuck 👏 random 👏 dudes 👏

"isn't general barker the one who wanted you to spank him?" lmaoooo

OKAY i swear i can talk about other things:

hawkeye continues to just NOT pull without trapper here. the nurses are fully dismissing or ignoring his efforts, and honestly is he even trying that hard?? have we seen him get even one date?

i've been trying to come up with an "intricate rituals" joke about hawkeye and trapper but where the rituals are... girls. you get me.

i re-watched the pilot and the desk ep (for frank/margaret reasons DON'T JUDGE ME), and hawkeye and trapper LITERALLY end the pilot handcuffed together, and in the next episode talk about sharing a nurse. how am i supposed to take this???

speaking of nurses, you know that little 🙄 you have to ignore in 2024 whenever the women on m*a*s*h get called honey and sweetheart and baby on the job (though tbh i worked on a construction site and an ad sales office in the 2010's and got the same treatment -- but in the modern day it's done ironically babe)

BUT when potter calls margaret "good girl" after he gets shot??? total opposite feeling. i literally had to pause and take a moment. he's her dad now.

also when he tucks radar in???? everyone's dad actually

in loving memory of radar's other dad though, two important points:

how proud would henry have been of drunk & disorderly radar??

and henry's "i've always wondered if i might be radar's dad" bit is genuinely 900% funnier now that we know radar's mom looks EXACTLY like him.

i don't think i have ever circled back to talk about klinger, who became so so so awesome

it's so funny that in klinger's very first appearance and 30 times since then, he has been told straight up that wearing women's clothes will never work to get him out of the army. there's no explanation for his commitment to this particular form of passive resistance except that he genuinely loves it

the swamp rats built a still and klinger got a sewing machine and learned a craft. he's so good at it!! his looks are 🔥

i feel uncomfortable when i see him in fatigues tbh. it happened a few times in this disc and i would like it to Stop actually

also precious baby father mulcahey... Protect Him.

i LOVE that everyone showed up for his church service when the grand poobah chaplain was in town. they love each other!!! (also the life magazine jeep shoot!!!)

"quo vadis, captain chandler" was really good. i'm still over colonel flagg's whole deal but i now understand why everyone loves sidney freedman, and the guest actor they had playing not-jesus was incredible

bj continues to be the best little brother hawkeye could have asked for

also he maybe invented cpr?

i didn't say much about him here but I LOVE HIM and also his off-screen wife

forward and onward!!!

[missmaywemeetagain]

Hi,

for your prompt request.

💻 angst for Austin. There was a short lived rumour he'd perform at the Oscars. I had this in my head for months, that he'd perform the in memoriam section (what Lenny Kravitz did this year). Maybe with the beautiful Elvis rendition of BRIDGE OVER TROUBLED WATER .

Obviously that's a daunting thing, so maybe some praise kink that leads to more at rehearsals? With whoever your comfortable with writing this but if live to read it with Polly Bennett his movement coach.

Xxx

Ohhhh, dearest Nonnie, did you give me a challenge! It took me a minute to try and get into Austin's head because I've never written him before, so thank you for your patience! 💖

I really ended up leaning into that praise kink, and this turned out waaay filthier than I intended, but 'twas where my muse took me lol. The Bridge Over Trouble Water lyrics actually were a bit of an inspiration, so the song appears more figuratively than literally. I hope it's okay that it ended up being so much smut vs. storyline, but it is Austin and Polly! Thank you for your request and I hope you enjoy, When Tears Are In Your Eyes, darlin'! 💋

TW: This is utterly filthy. Minors BE GONE! 18+ only! Really, there is so much SEXXX, but, like, in a sweet, subby Austin way. Panic attacks. Negative self-talk. PRAISE KINK--so much praise kink... Sub space? Not as edited as usual! Hopefully this isn't too much of a mess cuz I'm a little nervous about writing about Austin (and Polly!)...I'm definitely not an Austin expert 👀

When Tears Are in Your Eyes

The first time was a fluke. The panic before he’d had to go out and really perform as Elvis for the first time, for the ’68 Special section, was utterly paralyzing and he’d needed something or someone to break him out of his mind prison, someone telling him he was going to be okay, that he was going to do a great job, that he was good enough. Desperate times had called for desperate measures.

Baz and Olivia and even Catherine had tried help him shake his nerves, but no matter the massive amount of support and encouragement from them all, he was convinced there was no way he could do Elvis justice. That he would fail completely, not only tanking his own career, but also Baz’s, and disappoint millions of Elvis’ fans across the world in the process. To say he’d worked himself into a frenzy was an understatement.

When Polly came in, his amazing and fiery movement coach, he was convinced she wouldn’t be able to stave off this horror building inside him, this pure terror that he was a complete fraud. But they’d worked so many hours together, one on one, that she could sense something in him that he could not. When she’d embraced him and told him he was going to be alright, that everything would be fine, he almost broke into pieces at his friend’s words. He’d sniffled into her blonde hair, his Elvis makeup running, clutching at her like she was a life raft.

And then it had happened. As she whispered words of encouragement into the shell of his ear, praising the commitment he had to the role and how he was already doing Elvis’ legacy proud, he’d felt it. Unfortunately, pressed up against her in that tight black leather suit, it didn’t take long for her to feel it, too.

He was totally mortified, of course, chalking it up to his anxiousness and heightened emotions, and it sent him into another kind of panic because Polly was his colleague and his friend and oh my god, he didn’t want to ruin any of that. Whimpering in her hair, he wanted to pull away and hide even more than he had before, but she just kept breathing praise into his ear. As if he wasn’t rock hard against her.

It hadn’t taken long for his body to go off the rails, his hips rolling into her ever so slightly, the friction of those damn pants coupled with what she was saying arousing him to the point of bursting. But she didn’t flinch or move away, she just kept her arms around him tight and let him grind and whimper into her.

It wasn’t enough. He was a sniveling mess, terrified of going out there and humiliating himself, and now he was insanely aroused, his mind starting to white out, and he needed release but the dry humping just wasn’t enough.

Somehow, she’d known exactly what he needed and for some unknown reason, hadn’t hesitated in the slightest in giving it to him. When she’d popped the button on the pants, unzipping him just enough to reach her tiny hand in, he’d nearly passed out from the way she’d groped his too-sensitive cock through his underwear.

“Doing such a good job for me, Aus, always doing so good for me. Always putting in your all. You’re gonna be perfect,” she’d whispered as she pumped him expertly. His mind went blank, hearing nothing but her praise, and he surrendered quickly. Shuddering violently, he crested and felt the hot spurts of his release coat the inside of his briefs.

“That’s it, let it go, Aus. Cumming so well,” she’d praised him, talking him through his orgasm, then released him with a genuine smile, pressing her forehead to his as he tried to regain his senses.

It wrecked him just enough to break him free of his anxiety. He’d gasped in both refraction and shock and Polly had just patted his cheek sweetly and handed him tissues to clean himself up, like there wasn’t something completely bonkers that happened between them. Like she hadn’t just jerked him off and successfully made him feel like he could go out there now and be Elvis. Like his confidence hadn’t been restored by the magic power of her words and her hand.

Things had happened so intensely and fast after that with filming that he’d barely had time to think on it. When he’d stripped out of the suit and his messed underwear later that night, he’d actually laughed, thinking of the story of how Elvis had orgasmed in his leather suit as well.

How very ‘method’ of me, he’d thought with a chuckle.

He’d also been confused and embarrassed, but Polly acted like nothing strange had occurred at all. No lingering glances or silly winks. No uncomfortable silences or awkward words. Business as usual.

So, he’d moved on. It was a fluke. A moment of weakness.

Except now, backstage during rehearsals for the Oscars, he finds himself in that same completely panicked headspace for the first time since the ’68 Special. His agent had somehow convinced him to agree to singing “Bridge Over Troubled Water” during the “In Memorial” section of the show. But that was months ago, before he was exhausted from all the award shows and press and schmoozing and the traveling across continents, all the while trying not to let his grief for Lisa Marie (and the residual grief it triggered about his mom) consume him.

He is terrified. Stomach churning and palms sweating, he shakes all over, a leftover effect of those pieces of Elvis still lingering within him. Singing in front of people was never something he’d been able to do until Elvis. But even then, he’d been playing a character. It was so much more vulnerable to get out there singing as himself. In front of a room filled with the biggest names in Hollywood, in front of his heroes, and for millions on live television, no less.

No pressure or anything.

Sure, they’d convinced him to sing briefly on SNL, but that was still under the guise of Elvis and it had been only a small part of the farewell for Cecily, the focus being on her, not just him. He’d been nervous, to be sure, but it had been different. Not this. Nothing like this.

Of course, he knows the song in his sleep, it being one of his favorites to listen to while prepping for Elvis. But as much as the critics and the world loved his performance, and as much as he tries to draw upon the superstar’s confidence, he is not Elvis Presley.

His shallow and quick breaths as he waits for his turn to rehearse makes him think that he might pass out if he keeps freaking out at this rate. Forcing himself to breath in through his nose and out through his mouth, part of the dynamic breathwork he’d learned, he manages to keep from ending up on the floor. But his mind is still whirling and his stomach is churning.

You idiot, you’re just gonna go out there and embarrass yourself in front of everyone you admire. What a failure you’ll be, his inner critic berates him. Stupid fucking fool.

He can’t do this. There’s no way in hell.

Austin feels the tears prick in his eyes. Oh, good, now I’m gonna cry, too. Perfect.

It’s then that he feels the small arms encircle his waist and he knows.

He knows it’s her.

He’s not sure how Pol managed to get backstage—the security is insane—but like a miracle, she’s here. “Come on, Aus. You’re going to be okay,” she says quietly.

Gently, she pulls him back, back, back through the wings of the stage, whispering words along the way (“You can do this, hun, and will do it well. I know you will.”) and into an empty dressing room. He follows more than willingly, letting the tears free fall down his cheeks now.

He finds himself in that strange little space again where all he hears and wants and needs is her, her reassurances and praises, and she gives them liberally.

Polly gently pushes him into the room, closing the door and engaging the lock behind her. His brain is overloaded, his body buzzing with anxiety, but her words leave him wanting and he feels his cock twitch in his pants. All rational thought is abandoned, his body beginning to take over, and he doesn’t have the strength to hold himself back.

Austin steps into her, pressing her back against the door, nuzzling his head down into her neck. She lets him, her hands running softly, comfortingly, through his hair, causing a low moan to escape his lips.

“I-I-I need…please…” he begs through hiccupping little sobs.

“I know, shh, I know.”

Then, she proceeds to murmur at him all the ways he is good and talented and true. He can’t help rolling his now-aching cock into her belly, but she does not falter.

The sensations are all too much this time, even more than the first time, and he is running his hand up her bare leg and under her skirt before his mind even registers what he’s trying to do, all the lines he is going to cross. Because he has to do something, something he knows he’s good at, something he knows he won’t fail.

And by the little squeak that turns into a mewl when he reaches the apex between her thighs, the thin cotton covering her warm little sex, he knows he’s right. Slipping his fingers under, he runs them through her already dampening folds and up to circle the sensitive nub at the top.

“T-this o-okay?” he stutters out, needing to know he’s doing right by her.

“Yes, Aus, that’s perfect, oh god,” she moans breathlessly in his ear.

The praise fully short-circuits his brain, sending him into that white space where his career expectations and fears don’t touch him like they did before.

Please, please, please…is all he thinks and he realizes eventually that he’s panting it out loud, ignoring the straining in his pants because he wants to get her off, he needs to please her, and if he does, everything will somehow be okay.

He slides his fingers down through her softness, and finding her wet and ready for him, turns her around to face the door and slides two fingers into her heat, his thumb working circles on her clit. Pumping, his fingers search for that spongy spot, the one he thinks will make her keen and pleased, and when he finds it, he curls his fingertips into it.

“That’s it…just like that,” she pants, then she bucks back, her ample ass giving him some much-needed friction. The sensation is almost too much, causing him to press her into the door, his throbbing erection making him desperate.

“Oh, my good, good boy. Oh god. Oh g-god, Aus, you’re gonna make me cum,” she chokes out and it’s music to his ears, this approval and proof of his goodness. “That’s p-perfect, you’re perfect!”

Her cry couples the fluttering of her walls and the dam breaks, arousal flooding onto his hand. But her release sends his body into overdrive, and he pulls his fingers out of her, leaving her moaning. Frantically, he pulls her soaked panties down her legs and unbuckles his pants, letting them slide down and free his cock.

“Please, I-I-I…can I?” he whimpers at her.

She nods. “Yes, yes!”

He is in shambles. It only takes a second before he’s rubbing his cock between her legs, coating himself in her slick, and they both moan at the sensation.

Going into that white space, the one he only gets to when with her, all he can think is please, please, I need, I need, and it causes him to rush a little. He pushes up into her comforting and plush folds, meeting a little resistance on the way because he’s thick and she’s small but oh god, she’s so tight around him.

Through the hazy fog of his brain, he hears her pretty little gasps as she adjusts to his girth, but when he bottoms out in her wet heat, it feels too good and a fresh panic hits him. This awareness of what he is doing to her—spearing her and splitting her in two—and the thought that he might be doing it wrong or hurting her in some way has him sobbing, “Pol,” as he clutches at her waist.

“It’s okay, you’re perfect, Aus,” she moans, encouraging him. “Now move those hips, just like I taught you.”

Relief and fresh arousal floods over him. He knows this. He can do it in his sleep. Cock twitching inside her, he starts to move, rolling those narrow hips of his smoothly, precisely, just as he’d practiced for hours and hours prepping for Elvis.

Polly lets out a low, pleased groan as he does so, and it fills him with pleasure because he’s pleasing her, he’s doing it right. With each thrust, she coos at him words of praise and he eats them up like he’s starving. The terror and the trepidation are banished into the shadows, consumed by that white space, the space where he is perfect and good and doing everything just right.

He could stay here forever, surrounded by light and warmth and comfort, buried deep in his friend.

His smooth thrusts become pointed because the more she praises his work, the hotter he becomes, like he’s burning up from the inside in the best way possible. She writhes below him, pushing back into him, the sound of his balls slapping her weepy, perfect little cunt sending every ounce of blood straight into his dick.

One hand slams next to hers on the door, using it as leverage to pound into her. Deeper, need to be deeper, oh fuck, oh Jesus. The other grips desperately at her waist, anchoring himself to her so he doesn’t fly too far away into that glorious white space.

Her voice does that, too, her breathless sighs of, “Yes, yes, you’re doing so good, giving me that perfect cock so well, Aus,” are pushing him headlong to the brink.

Reaching around under her skirt, he finds her puffy clit and works it furiously, even in his blinding fog knowing he wants her to come over the edge with him. She keens and he pistons erratically at the sound.

“Fuck, you’re gonna be a good boy and come with me now, right Aus?” she pants, taking him like she was made to do so.

“Mhm,” is all he can manage, biting his lower lip and nodding. Heat floods him, overwhelming his senses as he fucks into her, needing every inch to remind him who he is. He begins to shudder when he feels her walls clench tighter around him.

“Oh, fuck, you’re g-gonna make me cum again, Aus! Oh, YES,” she moans, fluttering around him, and he shatters into little pieces right behind her.

He’s too far gone to pull out, selfishly claiming her and painting her walls white with his seed. Relishing in her warmth, he clings to her in his climax, not realizing the tears of relief streaming down his face.

Every ounce of tension in his body releases. The only sound in the room is their heavy breathing as they recover. She lets him linger inside her, seemingly aware of how far away he’s gone.

Eventually, the white space dims and he comes back into himself, sliding his softening cock out of her. He kisses her softly at the place where her neck meets her shoulder.

“I—Thank you,” he whispers, voice low and gravely, unsure of what to say, unsure of how to make her understand that she managed to banish his self-hating demons away right when he needed her.

She turns around and pulls his head down, pressing her lips to his forehead. “Anything for you, Aus.”

His now-relaxed body fills with warmth at that.

Finding a box of tissues, he grabs a clump, then falls reverently to his knees in front of her with the intent of cleaning her up. He pulls up the hem of her dress, revealing the short thatch of hair at the top of her pussy, worked swollen and red from him.

“You don’t have to do that, Aus,” she breathes. He can sense the blush in her voice, a modesty that was absent when she was trying to help him through his panic.

“Hush.” He taps her legs open and she relents quickly, unable to deny him. Pink and slick and bare to him, he looks up at her from below and adds, “You’re beautiful.”

She flushes pink and bashfully looks away.

His initial task to clean her abandoned, he watches in a kind of awe and pride the way his spent arousal, mixed with her own, leaks from her tight, little hole. He abandons the tissues on the floor. So entranced is he that he can’t stop himself from running his fingers through her folds and the slick.

She gasps from above, which quickly turns into a punctuated sigh when he leans forward and softly kisses her oversensitive nub. Fueled by her reaction and the deliciously musky taste of her on his lips, he flicks his tongue there.

She nearly doubles over, her hands flying into his sandy locks.

His body, still recovering from their sex, hums with pleasure. He laps at her again, and again. He can’t seem to help himself because she just makes him feel so good.

She shudders over him, trying to still his head. “Aus, I can’t,” she whines. This was obviously not part of her plan to calm him.

He smiles against her clit, then pulls back to watch as he uses two long fingers to push his dripping arousal back up into her tight heat.

The sound of her loud moan resonates in the small space as she falls back against the door, eyes closing with pleasure.

He holds there for a moment before he turns his attention back to her puffy, oversexed clit. Licking, sucking, and kissing it, he teases her. He works her into a frenzied, whimpering mess above him.

He pulls away briefly. “Am I doing good?” he asks with a hopeful little smile, still needing her approval. He scissors his fingers, sliding them in and out of her soaking and nearly-wrecked pussy.

All she can seem to do is nod frantically. That thrill of praise runs through him again.

Diving back in, he relishes the taste of her, of them, adding a third digit into her stretched hole. The noises are obscene, the squelching of their combined arousal filling the room as he fucks her relentlessly with his fingers. Her mewling whimpers let him know he’s still satisfying her. He can feel himself hardening again, but it’s an afterthought to her pleasure.

“Cum for me, baby, let me make you cum. Come on now,” he urges her.

Once he curls his fingers into that soft spot inside her and sucks on her nub just so, it doesn’t take long until she goes rigid and comes undone with a panting shudder. Again.

Austin strokes her through her climax then releases her with one last soft kiss to her mound. Then he finally uses those tissues to clean her gently. She shudders with overstimulation.

“You are too good, Austin Butler,” she gasps out.

“Promise?” he says, only half joking as they both put themselves back together.

Polly grabs him by the cheeks and stares directly into his big, blue eyes. “Aus, you are one of the best, most talented men I have ever known. Anything you choose to do, you give it your all. You will do well,” she says seriously. “Now, go out there and kick some ass for me, will you?” She smiles and gives him a kiss on the cheek.

He can’t help but grin from ear to ear, his doubts banished.

And even though he is nervous and emotional the night of the awards, he thinks of that sublime and calm white space where he is always good enough. And when he sings at the show, he gives it his all, knowing that Polly is watching.

[starglowwos]

krow: rats, i'm going to do it martyn: what're you doing? krow: i'm gonna be the first rat to go to the moon martyn: ohh, jeez. alright, i'm here for this! martyn: go on, i believe in you krow: can i get some kind of dramatic shootoff, please martyn: okay, here we go, ready for it? drumroll martyn: D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-DJ! (yes that is an accurate count. i think) oli: what is going on here bek: to the moon! go! krow: you can flex that you were friends with me, by the way bek: okay, okay! i will flex! bek: he's go- it's going to the moon! krow: it's been real, rats krow [effort noise] oli: buddy, buddy, you are going to perish martyn: nothing happened krow: goodbye, i l- [teleports] bek: aAH jimmy: oh my- what? [overlapping confused noises] el: what did you find up there? what did you find on the moon? martyn: was it actually made of— bek: is there— martyn & bek: —cheese? krow: oh my god, it's… bek: can we eat it? krow: it's all… it's- it's BLUE CHEESE [various disappointed noises] martyn: ohhhh, ruined oli: it's the worst kind! martyn: oh, come onn el: …that is literally the best kind of cheese- martyn: you would say that, no wonder you became the cat

[tcdamoving]

top 5/10 (whichever's easier) hc quotes?

OHHHH OH MY GOD okay hold on

Obviously. V19's entire Childhood's End pre-death monologue to Scarlett ("But I have to be a good girl. BECAUSE IN ORDER TO BE LOVED, I'M NOT ALLOWED TO MAKE MISTAKES")

Anri's diary ending entry will always get me right in the heart!!!!!! ("Perhaps he's lying on the bottom of a vast sea, his form flickering, uncertain. I want to lie down near, and make sure his carcass doesn't float away. But that's a selfish wish to have. Instead, I placed a bouquet on their grave and whispered a quiet prayer.")

VINCENT SMILES AT ME. I KNOW WHAT DEATH FEELS LIKE.

Q84's finale lines from Childhood's End ("It's okay. It's okay, father. Your world met its end a long time ago, but a new one will surely begin from scratch. The humanity you knew it has ceased to exist, only to make room for a new generation. As long as there are believers, their gods will be reborn, and churches will be built as their sanctuaries. A new day will come, and your time will start moving again. There's nothing to be sad about.") Which parallelels the opening of the first game, which I'd put on the same level as this line

Hello Charlotte 2's Gray Ending: ("I will travel across the seas and skies. Wander among roots and ruins of civilizations. Watch lives bloom and wither, and be reborn again. Perhaps then I'll learn how to be kind. Perhaps then I'll learn how to be honest. Perhaps then I'll learn how not to hurt others. I want to become a better person, Seth. Thank you for everything you've done for me. You've been a great friend. Thank you for seeing my story through the end. Let's meet again one day.")

if i listed any more we'd be here all day

[tywrites]

velvet tongue | ryan erzahler

request: HHIIIII PLEASE RYAN X READER OHHHH MY GOD so like one night the reader decides to tease him a lot and there is like a huge build of of sexual tension and than he’s finally like girl pls😭😭 and so we release all of his tension LOLif this is a no that’s so fine i can totally write it myself i just love ur stuff lol - @ggrrrararrararara​

a/n: oh my GOD. ok i had a lot of fun writing this... i think i might have made him subbier than expected but i really hope you enjoy aaa <33

pairing: ryan erzahler x gen!reader

summary: you’re a tease and ryan needs some release ;)

word count: 1, 916

warnings: sub!ryan, dom!reader, oral (m receiving), 18+

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He was on his knees. And god, he looked pretty when he was on his knees.

You circled around him slowly, eyeing him like a predator. He was so fucking gorgeous. His brown skin glowed in the candlelight as he shivered under your intense gaze. His pretty eyes followed you around the room, looking up at you curiously. You wanted nothing more than to ruin him right at that moment.

But you played the long game. You planned to make him beg. Have him writhing beneath you, pleading with you to make him feel good.

Only then would you oblige.

You stopped behind him. Reaching out, you traced patterns on the back of his neck with your fingertips, oh so lightly. You heard a sharp inhale, smiling to yourself. When you'd first hooked up, you were surprised to find that Ryan was incredibly sensitive everywhere. His neck, his torso, his inner thighs... All you'd have to do is run your fingers over him and he'd be gasping under you.

As you dragged the tips of your fingers over his skin, you felt the heat radiating from him like a furnace. Kneeling beside him, you brought your face close to him, ghosting your lips over his neck. Ryan bit his lip, his eyes fluttering closed in anticipation. You could smell his cologne, a subtle pine scent with a hint of citrus. You pressed a soft, deliberate kiss to his neck. You felt him tense under your lips, before melting into you, trying to lean into your body for some kind of contact.

"You're so needy, Ryan," you whispered in his ear.

He recoiled, gulping. "I.. I'm not," he retorted, lowering his head.

"Oh? So you don't want to finish this then?"

His head snapped to you, his face twisted in despair. "No! I mean, yes.. I do want to finish-"

"Mm, but you said-"

"I didn't mean it, I just..." He grappled for something to say. "You're teasing me.."

You smirked meanly. "I would never. I'll give you exactly what you want,"

He perked up in hope.

"Eventually." You finished, standing up. He deflated.

You walked around to the front of him, taking all of him in. He was still fully clothed which definitely needed to be fixed. He looked desperate, but not desperate enough to beg. Not yet. You needed to break him, pull it out of him.

You walked closer, so close that his face was directly in front of your crotch. He bit his lip, trying not to stare as his eyes darted anywhere but right in front of him.

"Cute," you teased. Ryan felt his cheeks heat up, his dick hardening in his trousers. "Don't worry, you'll get this later," you chuckled, rubbing yourself over your jeans. You caressed his chin. "If you beg, of course."

"I'm not going to beg," he said weakly. Your eyes narrowed, hand going to his hair before yanking it, not too hard but hard enough to make him whimper.

"Oh, you'll beg. I'll make sure of it. Stand up."

He stood up on shaky legs. You immediately pulled him close to your body, your hands fumbling with the hem of his t-shirt. You could feel his erection against your thigh and fuck, it was hard to hold back. You made quick work of his shirt, pulling it over his head before balling it up and chucking it somewhere in the cabin. He wasn't crazy muscular, but he was nicely toned and structured. His skin was smooth, pretty moles dotted around his body.

He bashfully moved to cover up, but you caught his wrists. "Please don't. You're gorgeous,"

This made him all the more shy but he couldn't help appreciating your words. Praise just made him feel like putty in your hands. He was still processing your comment when you pressed your lips against his. He leaned into the kiss, his arms wrapping around your neck as he clung to you. Your hands roamed his body, sliding up his sides with feather-light touches making him shiver in your arms. You began walking him backwards, not stopping until you had him pressed against the wall of the cabin. He whimpered when you smoothly fitted your leg between his thighs, the pressure on his dick making his legs tremble. You continued to kiss him roughly as you pinned him to the wall. Your hands eventually slid down to his trousers, swiftly unbuckling his belt and undoing his zipper.

Heart speeding up at your ministrations, Ryan gasped into your mouth as you released him from his pants, letting them fall down to his feet. He hurriedly stepped out of them, his underwear now the only barrier between his body and you. His hazy mind barely registered the fact that you were still fully clothed, but once it did, his face flushed in shame.

"You're so pretty like this, love," you panted in his ear, pressing hot kisses down the side of his neck. "Can't wait to have you under me,"

He whined, his hips grinding against your thigh as he clung to you. He hated what you did to him. His usually calm and collected front destroyed, reduced to a whiny mess. But he didn't care. He set aside his shame for you – the way you touched him, the way you made him feel completely making up for his broken pride.

You chuckled, feeling the way he bucked his hips into your leg. He was so cute. It was funny because you expected him to be a little more dominant than he was. Guess you brought out the submissive side to him.

"Stop teasing, it's not fair," he grumbled in frustration, his dick straining against his boxers uncomfortably.

"Aw, it's not fair? You know how to end this, love. All you have to do is say the word,"

He went silent, biting his lip. You rolled your eyes, capturing his lips in a bruising kiss once again. Time to up the ante.

Your hand slid down, fiddling with the hem of his boxers before slipping inside. He gasped in surprise when he felt your hand on his cock, gripping it firmly as your thumb circled his tip. He groaned, legs buckling under him. You grinned to yourself as he grasped your shoulders, trying so hard to hold himself up.

"Don't you want me to make you feel good, Ryan?" You looked him in the eyes, slowly stroking his cock.

With each stroke his brow furrowed more and more before he finally squeaked out a quiet "please..."

You smirked to yourself, your hand slowing on his cock. "What was that? Speak up a bit, love,"

He groaned in frustration, burying his face into the crook of your neck. He mumbled again.

"Say it louder or you'll get nothing,"

He took a deep breath. "Please," he said desperately.

Success. "Please what?"

He pouted. "Please... make me feel good. Please, I need you," he whispered quietly.

Christ.

You bit back a moan. You acted fast. You pulled him from the wall, walking over to the bed before pushing him down onto it. He landed on the soft sheets. You stood over him, gazing at him intently. You leaned down, bringing your face close to his crotch. You peppered gentle kisses onto his bulge, his face burning as he watched you. It was all far too much for him.

After having your fun, you hooked your fingers into his underwear and pulled them off. You stood back to take him in fully. He truly was beautiful. He squirmed under your intense stare, saying your name pleadingly.

Finally, you complied. You crawled on top of him, one hand going to his cock while the other spread his legs wide. He moaned loudly, his hand flying to his mouth in order to muffle them. If anyone heard him sounding like that, he would never live it down. Of course, you weren't too happy about this. Moving your hand from his thigh, you pulled his hand away from his mouth.

"Nuh uh," you smirked. "Let me hear those pretty noises, love,"

He gasped at a particularly rough stroke, hips chasing your hand. But it still wasn't enough.

"More," Ryan whined.

"More? But I'm already touching you, what more could you possibly want?" You teased, quickening your pace on his dick. "Tell me exactly what you want."

"I- I want-"

"Yeah?"

"Want your..."

"Say it."

"Want your mouth, want your mouth on me, please please-" he garbled, grasping your arm as you pumped him.

"See, wasn't so hard, was it?" You smiled as you slowly lowered your face down until you were level with his cock. Ryan squeezed his eyes shut in anticipation, breathing quickening as he waited for what he'd been craving all evening.

You licked a bold stripe along his dick, from his balls to the tip. He cried out, his hand flying to your hair. You wasted no time in enveloping him, taking him into your mouth and sucking the tip hard. He couldn't stop the moans escaping his mouth as he held on for dear life. You held down his hips to stop him from bucking up into you and took more of his cock into your mouth, breathing heavily through your nose.

You gagged slightly when his dick hit the back of your throat, his groan sending shock waves through you. All you wanted was to make him feel good, reward him for being so good for you. You took as much as you could, pumping whatever you couldn't take with your hand. You paid special attention to the head, knowing how sensitive he was there. Your other hand massaged his balls, rolling them in your hand and forcing little high pitched whines from Ryan. He really couldn't handle this.

All the teasing had worn him so thin and he could feel himself getting close already. He whimpered our your name. "I- I think I'm close-"

He expected you to pull back, to prolong his orgasm as long as possible. You weren't that cruel. He deserved to cum. You forced your mouth deeper onto his dick causing his hips to buck up. You choked around him, saliva spilling out from your mouth and dripping down his cock. He was panting and moaning and he couldn't stop saying your name, thrusting up into your mouth as he got closer and closer to snapping. His thighs were shaking, his hands holding onto your hair for dear life as he fucked your mouth.

Soon, his hips started stuttering, his moans becoming high pitched and even louder.

He groaned your name again, pushing your head down onto his dick before finally letting go. Hot cum flooded your mouth and you gulped it down the best you could. He held you down onto his dick, making you take every last drop while you continued to suck, milking him for all he was worth. He was trembling, watching you take his load.

Eventually, he let go of your hair, your scalp aching so good from the rough treatment. You took in deep grateful breaths, panting. Ryan had fell back onto the bed, chest heaving while he tried to calm himself down. You giggled, crawling up his body until you were over him. You pecked a gentle kiss to his lips before rolling to his side, pulling him against you. You ran your hands soothingly over his skin, whispering sweet nothings into his ear as he slowly drifted off to sleep.

[sirwolficus]

is your venom based on the movies?

HONEST TO GOD, YEAH.... YEAH..........

now ive read a decent amount of the venom comics, before and after the movies came out, and honestly? some of the comics i really do enjoy, especially eddie and the symbiotes dynamic -- but i could never fully get behind it. like, i always felt a bit tense, if that makes sense? didnt ship them much at all, honestly, until the movies came out.

my venom isnt fleshed out enough yet, so im still bouncing around ideas (especially since its been awhile since ive thought about him OOPSIES) but i really like how they are in the movies -- i think i wanna tone down the asshole-ness of eddie (in reference to the movies) but still have him act similarly to people. idk i just feel like he's a bit mean to venom. but then again, i am not trying to house a man-eating alien constantly yelling at me and i do not know what that does to a man. then again i'd probably, like... let him eat people more often than movie!eddie does idk.

i think i'm gonna lean a bit into fanon as inspiration for him, not really for his arcs, though -- a lot of the venom fanfics ive seen have eddie as an incredibly morally grey anti-hero, targetting very vile people while being equally protective of venom as venom to eddie. i usually try to stay away from fanon interferring with my ideas for dynamics/characters (cough FUCK LEOCHI FANDOM cough cough) but in this one case, ive just always been a bit put-off by the meanspiritedness of some of the canon media, soooo..... yeah.

6260!venom is a guy who is scruffy, hungry, doesnt take shit, STARTS a lot of shit, and gets his life ruined by spiderman..... by accident. not like in canon marvel comics, where he was faking photos, i kind of want it to be peter trying to like, stick it to the bugle, or something like that, and eddie ends up suffering for it, theres a whole lesson for peter about the consequences of actions, etc etc... still figuring it out. but i like the idea of venom finding out peters a kid and just immediately backtracking, like, ohhhh shit... oh fuck.... ok so like. ok. still mad at you buddy but wayy less bloodthirsty. you should go home. you should be grounded, actually. im going to GROUND you now. dont care that i dont have the authority.

just a guy doing his best with his life partner alien

[confessions-official]

I tried saying no to a friend whom I dearly treasured about doing an activity we do bi-weekly with others because of me being in a bad home situation and how I cannot handle the mental load. I cannot even begin to think about participating because I feel so out of it and unfocused. And of course I told them I can't make it, they ask why, fine I'll tell you, since you're the leader of this event.

And when I asked the friend if they can do it without me, they tell me the equivalent of "um talk them what's going on and ask them if you can reschedule". What. You want me to what?

Not only after interrogating me about the situation and knowing how bad it is, you're telling me that I still need to explain myself to them??? I trusted telling you my situation but I don't like to tell the others because I do not want them to treat me like I'm fragile about it or be too worried.

You're the one who wants to go through with this so bad, you're the leader about this event go do it without me it only happens bi-weekly!!!! Are you saying I tell everyone wow my bad I'm the reason we're not doing it because I'm so pitiful boohoo!!!!!!! I do not want to unload all that on people!!!!!!!!!!!! I already hated it when you asked me to explain!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So yeah I reluctantly attend instead of calling it off. Oh good heavens. Of course I try to pull it together and go! Everyone's been looking forward to this event who am I to spoil everything right!!! I'm so glad that my other friends there were cool and I was able to make it through the activity.

The real kicker was after everything you tell me sorry if you were being a jerk about it and pushing me to agree. Haha! Oh my god! Now you realize? I would love to communicate with you that what you did is not okay but you'll freak out and make it nuclear! I know you! So what do I do I keep my mouth shut. I'll lose my other friends over it. Yeah. Uh-huh.

Now my situation at home is getting worse. And the next event is coming up. Ohhhh please just let me not go and you all go do the event without me for once. Please? Please? Please? Pretty please? I'm already in a distressing state of mind and I still can't say no to someone I'm so pushovercore!!! God.

I really want to back out. I'm feeling miserable it's lowkey toxic. This is a friend I've had for years now and I met really cool people through. I don't think the others will understand how I feel about the whole ordeal so I don't have the strength to tell them this has been pooling in my feelings for so long.

I wish someone else close to me knew about what I've been going through detail for detail about this but I can't. It's going to ruin everything.

 

[willowmckinley]

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

@love-leah said it was a tag for anyone who wanted to join, and I did!

1. How many works do you have on ao3? 46! 34 for of which are for Justified-- that's 74%!

2. What's your total ao3 word count? 364,850... oh my god... girl... that's too many... I blame Justified completely... it's the brain worms........

3. What fandoms do you write for? Justified! I mean. Yeah. I also wrote for Succession and The Last of Us. I want to write more for The Last of Us, to be honest. I should do that, after I write my fic for @skelingtonsderek and my bingo board and and that other bingo board and..........

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? 1) Falling in Love with Every You I Meet (The Last of Us), 2) Sweet as Honey, Sweet as Pie (The Last of Us), 3) Before Rome Burns (Succession), 4) Hotboxing Sex Smells (Succession), and 5) Like a Sleepy Blue Ocean (The Last of Us). I'm not surprised three of the five are The Last of Us, while the other 2 are Succession! My top five fics by Kudos for only Justified are 1) The Opposite of, 2) swiped the fire in you for myself, 3) The Raylan to English Dictionary: Translation Notes Included, 4) Two Drakes in a Pond, and 5) The Body of the Beast

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Yes! Every time, as long as they aren't rude, in which case I delete them. I just love reading what people say on my fic and answering and talking about the thing I love so much! I love this thing! I get to talk *more* about thing!? For free!?

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I don't write a lot of angst! If anything, I write a lot more bittersweet. I think if I had to answer, I would say Like an Incendiary Device. While the ending is more bittersweet for Zach, who has his whole life ahead of him, who has his mom and best friend, who gets to move on, Raylan's ending is still so fucking devastating. Boyd is still gone. He has irrevocably ruined something for his daughter. He is still not processing his grief and still not confronting his life. I'm so fucking sad for him, even after writing him hurting the people he loves most in this one.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I think I'd have to say The Opposite of. This is a Raylan and Boyd who have had 20+ years of working their horseshit out and having each other and making each other better and worse in turn in the oddest of ways. Nothing is ever really "resolved" since it's so difficult to really get over deeply ingrained insecurities, but it's a Raylan and Boyd who have each other to see it through them. I think it's happy to have someone who makes you happy, even when you're making each other the most annoyed you have ever been and will ever be in your life.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Ohhhh my god, no, but I did have one really weird commenter who said awful shit about the pairing I wrote for and then went a condescending, several paragraph long rant about how i personally am the reason their rare pair naruto fics don't get any comments and i just. blocked them.

9. Do you write smut? Yee :P Also, thank you bingo boards for my life, I write so much better now, fr fr.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? Yessssss :D I've written a few! Justifed x Over the Garden Wall, Justifed x Howl's Moving Castle, Justified x Cabin in the Woods. I'll give special mention to my Justified x Stardew Valley fic, It's Strange, but the Taste Reminds You of Vanilla Ice Cream

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? No, thank GOD. The person I'd become....

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? No, but anyone is welcome to, as long as they credit me!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? No, but @gaylanrivens invited me as a co-author for their series watch a few movies, take a few notes after allowing me to play in their sandbox :D

14. What's your all-time favorite ship? All time? All time, all time? How am I to choose??? I have RaylanBoyd, which I'm most obsessed with at the moment, but It's impossible to pick anything for all time.

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? Probably.... teeth fic? Man, I've written and rewritten and edited teeth fic over and over again. It started as its own fic, and then I tried reworking it for masqball, and then a bingo... It's got a lot of fun conceptual elements (*chanting* teeth teeth teeth teeth teeth!), but I started it before I really decided how I see Raylan, and now the characterization for him just doesn't make the fic seem feasible anymore

16. What are your writing strengths? I'm... not sure? I mean, I know I have some, but I feel on the spot. Um. I think, writing captivating and dark and intriguing romance? Can I say that? Does that make sense? Maybe??? Imagery????????

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I've answered this one before, in other asks!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I can't speak much more than English, so I'm not writing in multiple languages. I might have it translated to English and then in italics to signify other languages. When I write for anime/manga or Chinese/Korean novels/comics, I try to match the, how do you put it, sentence structure? It was once said that a good translation doesn't sound like it was always in English, but it gives you a better idea of how another language flows. I try to match that.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Naruto when I was like. Ten. I shipped Naruto with Hinata, because I hadn't realized she was a lesbian yet.

20. Favorite fic you've written? Noooo, how could you ask me that!? Um, Cherry Compote! What's not to like about cannibalism and Stockholm syndrome!?

I'm tagging a bunch of people, but no one feel pressured, and if I missed you, I am adding you mentally: @itookyoudown, @skelingtonsderek, @dyinglikeastar, @gaylanrivens, @cheerupghost, @wildglitterwolf, @sublightsleeper, @empathieves

[tsuki-sennin]

"ppl who celebrate character birthdays are annoying pass it on"

FUCK this post, and Happy Birthday Neon Kurama~! ...right, so you know it's all gonna go horribly wrong, but she's our friend! We support her!

Spoilers, I guess...

-What a massive L the Jyamato have taken.

-Garden Grandpa has become Construction Grandpa!

-OOOOOOOH

-Oh hey Daichi. Just sorta hangin' around, huh?

-I don't blame you tbh, I'd be sitting on my ass too.

-April 4th! That's two days from now!

-:)

-Happy Basuday~!

-...:(

-They kidnapped the poor girl on her birthday.

-"What do you even get the Celebrity 'It' Girl who has everything? ...aside from loving parents, treatment like a normal human being, a boyfriend who isn't over twice her age, and a break from creepy weirdos on the internet?"

-...three, five, and seven, huh?

-Keiwa's just totally numb to all of Ace's... Ace-iness.

-Toro, toro!

-It's a Toreador! Just like the ones referenced in that indie horror game from 2014! Octodad: Dadliest Catch!

-...is this just the Seito/Touto proxy battle arena from Build? I think it is, at least, I'm probably wrong.

-Beroba continues to Bull-y Michinaga for her entertainment.

-Fight!

-I swear, by my sword and capote, that I will once again prove victorious!

-Bullfight!

-Rook! Bishop! Buffa! All the most powerful chess pieces!

-Shut the fuck up Chirami, you ain't doing shit.

-"Happy Birthday :)"

-Na-Go Stans are wildin'

-We win, we party!

-Hot damn, Keiwa!

-Oooooh, disarming yourself for a shot? Clever.

-Oh, whoops! Bero be cheatin', who coulda guessed!

-"You cheated. You didn't learn, you didn't improve."

-Oh God, Beroba's gonna leak her DMs.

-Gotta win!

-Oh hello, Kyuun.

-"A present! For me~?"

-"No! >:( ...Maybe :("

-You're so full of crap, man.

-Free Boost~!

-Sweet and salty! Just like sea-salt ice cream!

-Word of advice lads, be honest.

-OH FUCK, IT'S DAD

-...I think I forgot his name, I'm just gonna call him Papa Naoto until I remember it.

-You're only like... marginally better a parent than your wife, man. And that's only because you don't hit her or constantly try restraining her.

-...man, I just realized, Neon suffers trauma from being kidnapped at a young age and her mother just... holds her captive. Irony at its most fucked up.

-To be quite honest, I don't think Kyuun'd be much better company than Jeff Pesos or whoever Izumi had in mind.

-Man, these supporter plotlines are so interesting, holy shit.

-Ah, yep. There's Ace. Looking into it.

-"Geats. How unexpected."

-...Waaaait...

-"I've had quite enough of family matters from last season, thank you very much."

-KOUSEI, THAT'S HIS NAME

-Ace, you don't just walk up to a girl and lay her backstory out like that.

-I'll give Kousei credit, he at least seems legitimately worried.

-Doesn't even seem to have a scratch on her. Seems a little at odds with the depiction of the kidnapping itself, huh?

-Man... Can't even cake.

-Time for the mountain lion to descend upon the bull.

-...shit, that was lame. Pretend you never noticed that.

-OH?

-Okay, it's Ace time!

-Beroba's such a scrublord. Or uh... scrublady, as the case may be.

-Ooooooh, boy!

-Set!

-Dual On! Ninja! Magnum!

-Ready, Fight!

-Get splashed, idiot!

-"Two, huh?"

-Set!

-Ooooooh, he's not going into Laser Boost, okay!

-That's neat! They kept that suit around!

-PNGTuber Beroba.

-Ohhhhhh noooo

-You're an absolutely horrendous excuse of human being, Beroba.

-Great job Takahashi, banger villain. Especially you Namika-san, you're putting in a fantastic performance <3

-Ohhh, Ace is MAD mad.

-Everybody loves Na-Go-san!

-...holy shit, that is so cruel. They just

-Instantly went on a targeted harassment campaign.

-AKARI?

-Ohhhh

-...that's

-That's depressing as fuck.

-...that goes a long way to explain why Izumi was so controlling and Kousei dumped all his money into... I'm gonna be completely honest, what's basically a snuff film ring.

-Why would he let Giroli pick Neon to play then?

-"She was lying" SHUT THE FUCK UP

-Completely ruined my homegirl's life.

-Fucking MURDER that thing, Ace.

-Oh shit, Kyuun! My dude!

-Next episode.

-#NaGoSweep!