#peyton is very short

[khalss]

how to talk to short people featuring maccready

[variousqueerthings]

I truly do love what we cobra kai fans write, because we're creating a fun intergenerational queer text centred around martial arts and americana and colonialist themes collaboratively, the stakes are low, the fun is high, the fanfic and fanart and fanwork is so so sexy

[toothfund]

Please help my best friend save their teeth!

Hello, my name is Tulip and I made this blog as a supplementary way to boost the GoFundMe campaign currently underway for my best friend Peyton's dental expenses.

Peyton has been my best friend for seven years now, and for as long we’ve known each other they’ve had to deal with a multitude of dental issues. They were recently able to visit a dentist for the first time in over a decade, and it was only after their broken tooth had gotten so bad, they were unable to eat, sleep, or do anything but try and distract themselves from the pain. We were able to get that tooth extracted, but due to the cost the remaining issues have gone untreated. If they aren’t able to get more work done soon they’ll end up needing root canals for the worst two.

The priority right now are two teeth-- #19 and #29 in the diagram. Those are the pair causing the most pain and can be fixed with crowns--so long as they're treated ASAP. An appointment has been made for March 18th, with the estimated total coming out at $1,088.60 after the amount covered by insurance. This will be our short-term goal to reach.

I'm sure many of you reading this have personally experienced mouth pain, so you can imagine how hard this has been on Peyton. They've been dealing with most of these since they were still in high school. I don't want them to have to live with this burden anymore or have to give up teeth that can very much be saved! Any amount donated will put us that much closer to bringing them some relief. If you can’t donate, please consider sharing. Thank you for reading!

[wannabetutorgirl]

could you do head cannons for nathan?

nathan scott | head cannons

first of all, thank you for this request! <3 this didn’t have specifics for what type(s) of head cannons, so i did very basic/generic head cannons. hopefully this is what you were talking about, if not let me know! i’ll do more!

mentions of abuse & depression !

s1 nathan

while dating peyton, nathan would always groan and complain about her music taste, but secretly he would go home and download songs onto his mp3 player from different bands like: linkin park, sum 41, & yellowcard.

after getting into fights with dan, he would sit in his room at night and secretly wish he could’ve had whitey for a dad instead of dan.

speaking of dan, it seems like dan was not only controlling and dismissive of nathan, but abusive as well. (like we all remember in s1 ep 6 where nathan tells lucas dan grabbed him by the arm and kicked him in the ass. & then the locker scene in s3.)

he secretly wishes he had a sister or another sibling (besides lucas) so he has someone else to come home to, aside from dan.

when he’s with peyton, they go to brooke’s and she always has some sorta chick flick on like how to lose a guy in 10 days, he swears he hates every minute of it while his arms are crossed, but yet he can’t look away from the screen.

he doesn’t think he’s good enough, in any aspect of life (because of dan & his belittling). so he’s arrogant and cocky to try and mask how he really feels on the inside.

he calls deb almost every night asking when she’s coming home, because he misses her and has had enough of being home alone with dan.

post s1 nathan

he really tries to focus more on school and doing better in his studies.

no matter how hard he tries to study though, he always gets distracted and stuck.

this man definitely has adhd.

i could see nathan sneaking into whitey’s office when he isn’t there and sitting behind his desk mimicking him.

after practice or games he will eat so much food til he feels physically ill. like to the point where either jake or lucas has to tell him to slow down.

he totally sings in the shower (don’t deny this. we’ve seen him when he’s doing karaoke.)

makes jokes about his trauma

he will stand in the mirror and take shirtless pictures with his digital camera

he’s been in therapy before, by force. however i’m thinking (s4) nathan willingly starts going to therapy to get his mental health in check and to start understanding where his emotions stem from.

if there are little kids when he goes to practice at the river court, he always gives them advice and pointers on how to improve—in a caring way. he’ll even lift up some of the kids who are too short to reach the hoop.

[eternal-love]

STAR

gif isn’t mine, it’s: @beautifulbutler

Pairing: Peyton Leverett x female!reader/you

+18 (smut, blowjob, going down in a girl, y’know the drill)

Summary: You decide to help Peyton out on his new project, you’ll be his subject, or as he calls you, his star. Things take a turn when you give him a more exciting thing to film.

You met Peyton once in Central Park, you had tripped over and all the contents of your bag had basically fallen out your bag. He helped you and since he was hot, you started talking to him. Hanging out with him.

He told you all about his short and long films, about how his teacher loved them. And how his hobby was still heavily involved with the career he studied in NYU. He told you that he was looking for another person to film and he said you were interesting.

You didn’t know if to feel flattered or insulted, did he see something interesting in a weird or a cool way? Whatever it was, it meant that Peyton had his eyes set on you, and you liked it. So you agreed.

You were just going to help a friend out, right?

So you made sure to look your best as you got ready, fixing your hair a thousand times in front of the mirror, applying different lipsticks, changing a thousand times. Suddenly you had forgotten what colors he liked.

Maybe helping a friend out didn’t mean shaving, or using your best perfume.

But even the taxi driver complimented your perfume, the smell that impregnated his small taxi. Happy that the old man, who spent the whole ride saying that you remembered him of his daughter.

You finally made it to Peyton’s apartment studio, taking deep breaths, you knocked and he opened the door.

“Hi, sorry but the traffic was horrible.” You apologized for being exactly ten minutes late.

“Don’t worry, it’s fine. I have all day.” Peyton let you in, smiling. His studio apartment was neat, not the most clean you’ve seen but you’ve seen worse. He had his camera in his desk, you sat down on in front of the window where he had a small chair.

“Nothing is rehearsed or script. I’ll just ask you some questions and you answer them.”

“I don’t think the camera likes me so much.” You chuckled, putting strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Doesn’t matter. We’ll make it work. Remember, you are my star today.” He pointed at you with a smile.

You smiled, feeling flattered. His star. Just his. He started recording you, making zooms of your face as you fixed yourself once again.

He asked rather normal questions, your age, your name, your hometown. You could ramble about your hometown and family for hours.

“Why did you come to New York?” Peyton asked, zooming into your face.

“Well, I want what everyone wants when they come to NYC. Success. I believed that it would be very different from my hometown. It is, but everyone here is different too. You don’t just stand out in a crowd, and because everyone here is so different, you get lost in between all the faces.”

You said, coming to New York with big aspirations only for them to be shattered as you find out that everyone here came with the same dream.

“A dreamer. I like it.” Peyton chuckled. “And your parents? Did they support you?”

“My dad did, he drove me all the way from my hometown to Madison Square Garden. My mother, I think it was hard for her. She definitely didn’t know what I would be up to. She probably thought I would end up as an exotic dancer…” you laughed, covering your mouth.

“Don’t. It’s pretty and it makes it more raw.” Peyton said, smiling at you. “My teacher likes it when the films focus on the real subject.”

You nod, licking your lips and continuing to speak. “Yes. I know she misses me, that she can’t stop thinking of me. I guess she worries, when you tell your mother that you dance at a club, they think the worse. And I get it. But I like it. I like dancing in the club, I’m not a stripper or a hooker. I just like being on stage. It’s not Broadway but I belong there.”

Peyton was basically enamored by you, more than being his subject, he had made it obvious that you were his star. The two of you had a break to eat, ordering Chinese food as you sat on a small table he had.

“The camera loves you. And I’m sure my teacher will too.” Peyton spoke, his mouth full.

“I never thought I would get this sincere, it’s strangely freeing.” You say, you tried to reach for a napkin but end up knocking the bottle of soda down. Wetting everything. “Shit! Sorry, let me—”

“There’s a rag on my desk.” Peyton tried to remain calm. He hated messes but, it was you. He didn’t care.

You nodded, going to his desk and scanning for a towel or something. Going through the first drawers, your eyes widened at the sight of lotion and Playboy magazines.

“Damn, you’ve been spending your money right.” You said, smirking.

“That’s private. Thank you.” Peyton practically rushed by your side, wanting to take the magazines from you.

“I don’t even want to see why they’re sticked together.” You laugh again. His face was flushed.

“I like having options. And they’re only fourteen dollars anyways.”

You turned to face him. You know, since he mentioned how the film would be filmed, you couldn’t help but think of the Audition format in porn videos.

You know, you get to the audition couch, you sit down. They ask you to slowly strip down until you’re butt naked. They compliment you, then they proceed to fuck you senseless while recording you.

You wouldn’t have done it with anyone else. But it was Peyton. You yearned for him to do that.

“You’ve ever done anything else apart from interviews?” You asked him, as he sat behind the camera.

“Yes? I don’t do much. It’s my style.”

“You’ve never had any girl flirt with you? I don’t know.”

“I haven’t brought many girls here. Only the other girls that live here.” Peyton shrugged his shoulders.

“Oh, so you have brought girls back.” You teased him with a smirk. He blushed, his cheeks and ears were pink.

“Yes, I have. Is that a crime? A guy has needs.” He confessed while chuckling, a bit ashamed. But they were friends, right? “Look, I’m just doing this to practice. I guess. For fun too. That’s why I’m letting you swear.”

“So, you’re telling me that you’ve never thought of ever filming yourself having sex?” You asked, staring right at him.

“I’ve thought of it. But— I’m scared of one day sending that video to my professor. Or showing Sharpay the wrong video.”

“It could be fun. Just saying.”

It was just harmless fun, was it not?

“Are you sure?” He asked you. Just imagining you on all fours in his bed made his jeans feel tighter.

“Damn sure.” Peyton didn’t waste a minute in closing his curtains and placing the camera on his desk, recording his bed.

It didn’t take long before you two were making out on the bed. He appeared to be extra hungry for this kind of feeling. The lust, the edge, everything. Perhaps NYU had been everything in his mind lately that he forgot he could have fun too.

And you? Too many lonely nights in your miserable no-bedroom apartment. Too many miserable nights watching whatever FOX was playing.

So when you got the chance to touch Peyton’s hard cock, you didn’t waste it. He grunted as you touched it and squeezed it lightly. His tongue fighting yours as he grabs your face to keep you close. Unbuttoning his pangs, you get yourself on top of the bed completely.

But he was significantly stronger, making it easier for him to pin you down on the bed. His lips making their way to your neck. There’s a chill going down your spine. When was the actual last time you time you had sex? Because you don’t even remember it.

“You smell so good.” He groaned on your neck, leaving love bites wherever he pleased. He was quick go pull down your skirt, leaving you in just your panties. He moved on to take off your shirt, his mouth going directly to your breasts, sucking on them.

“You taste so good.” He muttered against your skin. He took off your bra quickly, his hand agile enough to do it in a snap. He kissed softly, your neck, your chest, your stomach, until he reached your underwear.

One of his hands found their way to your clothed and wet slit, his fingers softly gracing your throbbing pussy. He began rubbing you softly through the panties, gently and not really following a pattern, but making you feel like you were about to touch heaven.

“Do you like that?” He purred softly, his head turning to look at the camera for a few seconds. Making sure it was recording.

“Y-yes…” you whispered softly, making his press his fingers even more, you whined in response.

“Talk louder or the camera won’t pick it up, baby.” He said, his tone a bit forceful.

You didn’t answer. That only made him basically pull your panties down, pulling your thighs apart, the camera getting a one-person pov of your throbbing pussy. His finger immediately went to your sensitive bud, circling with slow touches.

You moaned even louder, your back arching as your hair became a mess underneath you. You began panting, and he was just rubbing you.

“I’ll make you feel good for the camera. It will love seeing you moan for me.” Peyton muttered as he kept rubbing your core before suddenly stopping. You whined, but he didn’t give you much enough time to think before he moved you around the bed, making sure you laid correctly as she positioned his head between your legs, kissing your pelvis, your thighs until his mouth found your core.

His tongue flicking in and out as he devoured you relentlessly, tasting you whole. He knew was he was doing, attacking your sensitive pussy, he wanted to capture how you had been the one with the idea yet you had let him posses you. How you squirmed under him and only him. How he had this sort of power over you. His tongue moving in ways you didn’t know it could, as you felt yourself coming undone over him. You grabbed his blond locks, so that he wouldn’t tease you again and stop without warning. Bucking your hips against his face.

“I’m gonna, I’m gonna!—“ and you finished, he devoured your orgasm as if he were a thirsty man. Tasting your sweet cum on his lips and tongue. You were left panting, but not for long as he suddenly crawled on top of you, capturing your lips for yet another kiss.

He took off his pants and threw them anywhere, taking off his tshirt, and his boxers. He was well endowed, very well-endowed. Grabbing his cock with his hand, he didn’t waste a single second before entering you. Making him groan loudly, and you whimpered, your eyes rolling at the back of your head. He started off slow, very slow, so you’d get used to his size. You felt his cock stretching every single part of your right pussy, if he wasn’t made for you and you for him then you don’t know who else could match up.

“You’re so good for me. So eager.” He said, before grabbing your chin and making you look at the camera in the desk. “The camera loves you, can’t you see?”

His pace started to escalate. His thrusts were a bit more determined and strong. Your hips rolling too. One of his hands went to your breasts, tracing the outline of them, pinching your nipples.

“So perfect for me. So perfect for the camera.” He said, his mouth going to kiss your breast. The sound of skin slapping against one another filled the studio apartment. “I’ll ruin you for other guys. They won’t have a thing on me, I promise you that.” He basically groaned out, oh, he wanted you all for himself.

His pace and thrusts became more rapid, deep and harsh, making you squirm around him as you moaned. Were you trying to control yourself? No, you wanted all the girls that ever flirted with him that you were marking territory. As weird as that may sound, you wanted Peyton all for yourself. Because, how could you ever let his guy go?

His body slamming into yours, feeling your walls tightening around his cock. You two were lost on each other, the way his face was buried on your neck, just wanting to never forget how you smelled, how you taste, how you sound.

A minutes later, you both finished at the same time. He buried himself as deep as he could, filling her up.

“Peyton…”

“Y/n…”

They both repeated out of breath, almost in the way you would say amen after a prayer. He laid on top of you for a few seconds, his hand rubbing your cheek. He let you rest for a few minutes.

“I’ll reward you, and I’ll give you the best closing scene.” You told him. As you sat up from the bed, your legs trembling a little, grabbing his camera from the desk and giving it to him.

He stood up from the bed too, confused as he held the camera. He was confused until he saw you kneel you in front of him. Just the sight of you going on your knees made him get hard again. The camera was huge but that did not stop him from finding a good angle.

“You’re a star.” He said, his thumb tracing your bottom lip.

“You said I was your star today.” You said, as you leaned to place small kisses on his pelvis, he resisted the urge of already making her swallow his cock whole.

“You like what you see, baby?” He asked, his cock on full display for you and the camera to see. He gripped her hair, tangling in his hands. “Be a good baby. Show the camera how good you are to me.” He purred.

You licked his dripping tip, before slowly wrapping your lips on his cock, moaned and groaned. Oh, you were good.

“F-fuck.” He moaned, but he kept the camera steady. He wouldn’t have to buy Playboy magazines anymore. “You were made for the camera. Look at you.”

You never bit him or hurt him, you were just perfect, you just had the most perfect mouth. Made just for him, just for his size, just for his cock.

“I’m not going to last very long…” He warned you, bucking his hips too, making you gag, your eyes watery as you were relentlessly sucking him down. His body was tense, in need to release himself. You looked up at him with your widened eyes. Oh, he got off on that too, it nearly made him cum on your throat right then in there.

“I can’t- I won’t last…” He forced out his voice, strained. You couldn’t help but pull away from him for a moment. He gasped, trying to keep himself on control. You stared up at the camera.

“Swallow or face?” You asked him. Just the image of him coming all over your face or making you swallow made him even more weaker.

“Face.�� He said quickly. He would rather watch the video in repeat on his you’re covered in his cum than having to imagine you swallowing.

You nod. You spat in your own hand. Now using your hand to please him. Waiting for him to have his climax. It didn’t take long before his face contracted. His cum all over her face.

“Oh… God!” He groaned.

You licked your lips. You never allowed guys to finish in your face. Not even. You didn’t even blow them. But Peyton, damn, he deserved it. He kept recording you, your beautiful face all drenched in his juices. He stopped recording and placed the camera on his bed.

He pulled you up to you feet and kissed you, tasting himself as his tongue made his way into your own mouth. He pulled away. His thumb cleaned your cheek, recollecting some of his cum in it, he brought it to your lip, making you lick it clean.

“I think I’ll need you to star in more of my films.”

Author’s note: this was the most embarrassing things I’ve ever written. I don’t ever write this ‘overly-detailed’ smut. But I tried. This was oh-so-deeply inspired by Austin’s character in NCSI: New York too. Where he plays a porn star.

I hope you guys like it! Love you all! 🫶💕

[tailsbeth-writes]

Thanks for the tags @suseagull5914 & @dizzymisslizzie! My answers are not short, once you get me started on books there's no stopping 😂🥰

Number of books you've read so far: 14

Best book you've read so far in 2025: The Honeys by Ryan La Sala & Bi: The Hidden Culture, History and Science of Bisexuality by Julia Shaw. My only 5 star reads this year!

Best sequel you've read so far in 2025: Go Luck Yourself by Sara Raasch

New release you haven't read yet but want to: Absolutely tons! Sunrise on the Reaping by Susanne Collins, The Survivor Wants to Die at the End by Adam Silvera, Lady's Knight by Amie Kaufman & Meagan Spooner, The Rose Bargain by Sasha Peyton Smith to name a few.

Most anticipated release for the second half of the year: The Entanglement of Rival Wizards by Sara Raasch (I have this pre-ordered, very rare for me) & The Dead of Summer by Ryan La Sala.

Biggest surprise favorite new author (debut or new to you): Sara Raasch (I started The Nightmare Before Kissmas end of 2024 & finished in 2025 so she counts 😂) & now I'm planning on making my way through all her books, love the range she's done & I appreciate her as a writer a lot.

Newest fictional crush: Rhysand (I've finally caved, currently on A Court of Mist and Fury) and can I say almost all the characters in the Royals & Romance series? They're chaotic bisexuals, how can I not? 😇

Book that made you cry: Giovanni's Room by James Baldwin and The Honeys by Ryan La Sala. Giovanni's Room was for my book club so we had a virtual group hug after that one 🥺

Most beautiful book you've gotten so far this year: I bought a pink spray-edged signed copy of I Kissed Shara Wheeler to complete my CMQ physical collection 🥰 (it was only £9, second hand but immaculate condition!)

Book that made you happy: Mismatched by Anne Camlin & Isadora Zeferino.

What books do you need to read by the end of the year? I'd like to finish ACOTAR and get back to one of the other fantasy series I started (Court of Broken Bonds series by Ben Alderson or The Raven and the Dove series by Kaitlyn Davis). One Last Stop by Casey McQuiston, only 1 I haven't read of theirs. The Charm Offensive by Alison Cochrun, I'm annotating a copy then giving it to a friend who's going to do the same, so we can chat in the margins. She's doing Problematic Summer Romance by Ali Hazelwood for me so that too!

Tag You're It: @onthewaytosomewhere @run-for-chamo-miles @judasofsuburbia @taste-thewaste @thighzp @littlemisskittentoes @miss-minnelli @priincebutt @emmalostinwonderland @royal-chandler & anyone else who wants to chat books 📚

[devils-little-sistaaa]

I am so sick tired of people portraying CLARISSE LA RUE as thin or average sized and pretty looking. As if the show casting wasn’t bad enough (no hate to Dior she’s great but) I am so fucking sick of the fatphobia in this fandom. I just saw somebody fancast PEYTON LIST as CLARISSE (Nothing wrong with Peyton List she’s cool I mean no disrespect to her or her fans). But she is skinny. And pretty. At the very least she is average sized and conventionally attractive. Same problems with Dior.

They are actively casting thin and pretty and gender binding people for characters that are anything but that. They are actively taking representation away from us.

In every book that’s she’s in Clarisse is always described to be fat large tall beefy muscular masculine “ugly” conventionally very unattractive kinda butchy short choppy hair not participating in the gender binary. And honestly she’s like the only character I can relate to on that aspect from the PJO universe.

And here we are. Actresses like Dior Goodjohn and Leven Rambin playing Clarrise. Both are thin / average sized and conventionally very attractive with long pretty hair and a pretty face. (I mean no hate to the actresses or their fans they’re both great and cool people). They’re just not fit for a character like Clarisse. Aside from fatphobia and maybe misogyny I honestly don’t know why these two actress were ever casted to play a character like Clarisse.

(Misogyny as in the idea that all real women need to be performing femininity all the time and also need to be naturally conventionally attractive and thin skinny or at least average sized or else they’re not worth looking at not worth putting on a screen not worth casting to play a character that is alike to them).

Why is it so hard to have accurate representation for fat and ugly characters like Clarisse. People like me. Why are the only very few fat girls we get representation for have to always be performing hyper femininity and conventionally attractive. Why. I’m so sick and tired of it. This is so not fair. This is so not ok.

Kinda fucking sucks when there are only a select few characters like me in the world and when I get excited to them on screen they’re not like me anymore. It feels like someone spit in my face called me a tub of lard and told me to take a hike cause only thin and pretty and feminine or at least average looking people are allowed to have representation and not ugly people like me. Truly kinda sucks.

(Before anybody says anything : no this is not about Dior’s race. I couldn’t care less about Clarisse’s race or nationality. This is about size and body types. This is about androgynous presentation. This is about the fatphobia and possible misogyny that played a role in Clarisse’s casting. If Clarisse. had been casted as a fat girl (of any nationality of any race at all) with somewhat short hair and at least somewhat masc / butch / androgynous presenting. I would have been over the moon and overjoyed for any kind of fat and / or androgynous representation.

[misterbenzadrine]

♡ day 2: eli "hawk" moskowitz ♡

MY SHAYLAAAAAA I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

okay so like many other fans, i recognized jacob from his disney/nick days (namely icarly, marvin marvin, jinxed and, obviously, kirby buckets) so i knew his name but i was also still a kid so every time he came on screen, he was only kirby buckets. ("aww they're all bullying kirby buckets" "no way they put kirby buckets in a mohawk" "dude he totally kicked kirby buckets into that trophy case") JUST THE FIRST TWO SEASONS I PROMISE, it's kinda funny in retrospect lmao

(side note: i also recognized mary, xolo, and peyton so it was really funny to put their ck storylines in their previous projects' context. "woah emma/savannah from frenemies just kissed victor from parenthood ! but so did emma from jessie and now she's beating up emma/savannah ?? OMG VICTOR JUST FELL OFF THE BALCONY")

so anyways since i recognized him, he was one of the only three characters i took notice of (the other two being johnny and miguel obvi) and he always has been one of the most interesting characters of the show. ik i sound like a broken record at this point but HE MAKES THE SHOW WHAT IT IS.

he's very pushed back toward the end of the series (namely s5 and 6). but he plays a big role in the story in general BECAUSE he is the only one that demonstrates the mental effect karate has had on the kids IN A VISIBLE WAY. (eli's hair as a metaphor for his mental state, how i love thee)

so he starts out with almost no lines, he's bullied, and he comes as a duo with demetri, but he's so CUTIE. bro's literally just kind of existing. AND he has short blonde hair, nice slicked to the side, a spiffy little gentleman. i loved his wardrobe too, it wasn't even all one aesthetic like demetri's, it kinda bounces between your grandpa's closet and human bean bag. i love the colors and textures and patterns I LOVE ELI.

while miguel, demetri, and eli are all bullied from the beginning, eli's is worse bc of his lip scar (which i think is incredibly ridiculous but i know kids suck sometimes). and eli is PERFECT to be the middle man between demetri and miguel. while miguel is actively doing something about it (karate) and demetri is actively doing nothing about it (accepting his fate and waiting to graduate), eli is at a standstill. he could stay by demetri's side like he's done for YEARS, practically his whole life, never stand up for himself, duck his head and wait for graduation, or he could try something new and follow in miguel's footsteps. and after the cafeteria fight, miguel's obviously doing SOMETHING right so hook, line, sinker. (also eli applauding miguel after the fight is so cute, i love seeing is sixteen lone pixels in the corner of the screen with his little stoner hoodie) (also demetri's four pixels in the background)

eli's obviously ENRAPTURED by karate and convinces demetri to join, he even sticks with it when demetri quits bc he's REALLY dedicated. he really wants to learn karate, and he really wants to learn from johnny how to get a miguel-type transformation, how to fight, how to gain confidence, how to stop getting bullied, how to be cool. again, we as viewers know that as pure as johnny's intentions may be, his advice is obviously flawed and outdated. but the kids don't know that. so they drink in every word he says bc, to them, he's the coolest adult they've ever met (again, bc this is a show WROUGHT with absentee parents and abandonment issues, these kids put WAY TOO MUCH TRUST IN HIM)

even though he runs off when johnny lays into his lip, he obviously got what he wanted (not in a way he SHOULD have but), johnny tells him (from johnny's obviously brilliant perspective /s) exactly how to stop being that scared little kid in the cafeteria and how to become cool. which is basically that he needs to distract from his lip if he doesn't want people looking at it. (you don't need to bookie, people suck but there's a whole other world out there <3)

so he gets the mohawk. i like seeing fic writers' rationale for why he chose a MOHAWK and not another more trendy hairstyle. and personally i've never been that BIG of a fan of the mohawk, it grows on you over time obviously and it's easy to forget it's there but it feels like such an eyesore sometimes, probably bc i know that's not jacob's preferred hairstyle. but there is one rationale that is SO interesting. i'd love to say the writers knew but i try not to put too much faith in them.

mohawks apparently originated as a native american tradition to symbolize courage. it was a sign of strength. so how FITTING that eli would choose a mohawk to debut his new display of courage. the writers most likely chose it bc of the punk movement, which also works, but either way, i love the idea of eli sitting at home with red puffy eyes just stumbling on this information and deciding to take a risk for ONCE, immediately going to the store and buying out all the hair gel and hair dye and spending the whole night dyeing his hair and figuring out how to style it perfectly. WAIT IM GONNA ADD THIS TO THE HEADCANON LIST THIS IS MY NEW FAVORITE THING.

but either way (fuckass traffic cone aside) he gets the mohawk, and he's suddenly really confident, then comes the tattoo, the personality, and the girlfriend (moon you deserve better than to be diminished down to hawk's gf. you need to run free with your crystals and weed without a closeted bisexual manic karate man holding you down.) (moon and ali parallels??)

so hawk getting the makeover is viewer shorthand for johnny's success. not to say it should be diminished down to just johnny's doing. but hawk becoming confident, becoming popular and, in a much starker way than miguel, going from zero to hero in just a few months shows that johnny really is making these kids stronger. his influence is far more powerful than he or daniel could've imagined. and it shows, through the length and the blue and black that contrasts his blonde hair, just how big this influence is on the kids.

his blue era is cute, and the black roots definitely hint toward something darker brewing below the surface. but i truly do love blue-hawk. his bickering with demetri, while NOW we see it as angst, really was just silly bickering. just two vocal personalities colliding but still supporting each other, just separately instead of codependently like they've been their whole lives. (me when they obviously still spent time together and demetri was at every single one of hawk's events after he joined cobra kai) (s1/2 hawkmetri you are so special to me)

him color coordinating his mohawks with his outfits are so important to me, i know that's BECAUSE his hair color and clothes are reflective of his mentality but it's so cute in-universe (the costume/hmu departments knew EXACTLY what they were doing)

HIS RED-HAWK PHASE I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE IT. so obvi his red hair is reflective of the time when he FULLY embraces cobra kai, from the beginning of s2 to somewhere in s4. but this is ALSO the time he starts styling his hair in chunks rather than the simple spiked gradient he had before. i can't say exactly what this means. maybe it symbolizes a fractured personality? compartmentalizing? maybe that he's taking more risks? maybe just that it looks more dangerous? if anyone would like to answer that, be my guess, it could genuinely be anything.

another thing i noticed but i don't think i can concretely say anything about is the fact that toward the beginning and end of this phase, he wears a lot of black with hints of red (either like the stripes of his sweater during the school fight or just having red in his hair). this might be his inner turmoil? at the beginning, he for sure was highly unstable but it didn't bother him in the same way it was toward the end. then in the larusso house fight, he has the yellow shirt with the red jacket, which is obviously him kind of shedding his snake skin type of thing. AND the red shirt he wears at the beginning of s4 is a very faded red, which is so cute. he's like again growing away from cobra kai's influence. I LOVE COSTUME DEPARTMENTS FOR THIS EXACT REASON. idk again if someone can explain this more that'd be great but it's really cool nonetheless !

so he spends his whole red-hawk phase being a jerk, blah blah blah i could make a whole post on its own for this phase. BUT SOMETHING I WOULD LIKE TO YAP ABOUT THAT DOESN'T REALLY HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH ANYTHING:

i love hawk, i do, this whole post proves i do. and i say this with love. FUCK HAWK FOR THE GOLF N STUFF FIGHT. no he didn't "technically" start it, and demetri haters/hawk dickriders LOVE to bring up s6 to defend him, it's giving this tweet:

like, i say this as a hawk fan, do some of y'all realize how DELUSIONAL you sound? 😭 "demetri wouldn't call him hawk :(" NEWSFLASH, HE DOESN'T HAVE TO. he's his own person. hawk easily could just cut him off and stop being friends with him. easy, simple. people cut contact with friends all the time for deadnaming, it's really not any different for a nickname. "b-but demetri wouldn't stop yapping about mit !" first of all, you're THREE seasons and a full year too early. second of all, demetri has his own reasons for being upset about mit (which is its own thing entirely) but that doesn't mean he deserves to get his arm broken. ESPECIALLY by his ex-boybest friend

now i'm sure some people may be wondering why i don't hate robby for worse. that's a very good question. and i'll settle on this: the panic is evident on robby's face. the whole balcony thing was spur of the moment, he didn't hesitate and weigh his options. he just did it. and he obviously didn't INTEND to kick him off the balcony. he didn't know it was so close or that miguel would fall. he just kicked him bc he was blinded by rage and wanted to win a stupid fight. ALSO robby and miguel have been enemies since DAY ONE. they always hated each other up to that point. what he did was obviously wrong but he didn't realize the severity of what he was doing and he eventually dealt with the consequences.

HOWEVER COMMA (i could write a whole essay on this but i'll reign it in) hawk obviously isn't panicked enough about what he just did since he's able to play along with the cobra kais for a second before they leave, hawk HESITATED when he had demetri pinned which means he obviously thought through and willingly broke demetri's arm, he knew it would break, demetri had NEVER been his enemy before all the karate drama, and hawk NEVER DEALT WITH THE CONSEQUENCES OF THIS. this was an actual felony ! hawk could actually get arrested and sued for this ! this could've been something on his permanent record ! that could ruin his life ! he could've and SHOULD'VE had the same consequences that robby suffered ! but he never faces the consequences. and while robby is forced into this storyline where he and tory can't get into most colleges bc of their record, hawk gets to walk free and apply wherever he wants.

we know, if nothing else, demetri seems to check all the boxes for a normal friend. nothing INHERENTLY pointing to a bad friend. and to add to this, moon, someone who didn't grow up by eli's side and didn't know eli, just his hawk persona, someone with AN OUTSIDER'S PERSPECTIVE, dumps him bc she doesn't like how aggressive and mean he's becoming (specifically toward demetri).

ergo, there's no good justification for him to break his arm, nothing redeeming anyway. so why did he break his arm? a million fanon reasons for why but none canon. BECAUSE THEY NEVER TALK ABOUT IT. an apology should be the least he could do, right? the bare minimum of just "i'm really sorry about your arm, man. all i could see was red and next thing i knew you were screaming and holding your broken arm. i'd take it back if i could." but weird, huh, that's- no, yeah, that's literally just robby's apology to miguel for the balcony. because ROBBY apologized, he and miguel TALKED IT OUT.

all demetri got was "i'm sorry for all of it, wanna help me win this thing?" nothing specific. he just clumps in the entire year into "all of it", as if calling him a pussy and breaking his arm are in the same category. he could've rushed out a similar apology but directly point out the arm and i would've forgiven that MORE than what they did.

then boom they're besties in the next scene. admittedly, in s4, after robby shaves his hair, and he has his self-pity spiral, he says "i just proved i was an asshole...especially to you." well yes, eli moskowitz ! that's an inkling of an apology ! but then he has to play the self-deprecating card and takes a different route from an apology by saying "i got what i deserved." like yeah, you kinda did, but that still doesn't sound like an apology.

then they move on ! and it's never mentioned again until s6 pt 1. S6 PT 1, HOW I LOVED THEE. when it came out, i was so excited, like omg ! demetri's FINALLY crashing out like every other character already has ! he's finally gonna show hawk that what he did was INCREDIBLY fucked up and he needs more than one "i'm sorry" to excuse an actual FELONY.

but then pt 2 came out and just completely 180'd. "whoever denied it supplied it 🤓" my brother in christ, you broke this man's arm and bullied him into oblivion, what are you doing with these fart allegations? and obviously, i'm familiar with the ck writers' tendency to drop storylines but damn, they dropped the severity of their fight in ONE episode, e5 to e6, that's an insane feat even for them sjdkjfdk

anyways, most of what i wanted to talk about with hawk was the arm break and his mohawk, and i basically covered all that. all i can say for the later seasons is i LOVED his purple mohawk but the faux hawk was BY FAR his best look, i fear i will never get over it. (no one mention that fuckass american mohawk, i hate it i hate it i hate it)

also i would love to applaud jacob. i don't know what he does to get into hawk's mentality or what he thinks hawk's motives are but like how did he manage to make a character so INCREDIBLY bisexual that it's pretty undeniable to fans and non-fans. like yes, gianni is naturally tall, moreso than jacob, and he is personally really cute. so it's probably natural that everyone might look at him like THAT. but no one else does. the way THAT MAN SPECIFICALLY looks at him. like jacob?? hello??? i want to interview him so badly and ask what could POSSIBLY be going through his mind every time he looks at gianni's lips and eyes like THAT

and it's not even like an out of context screenshot, HE STARES AT HIM THIS WHOLE SCENE AND IN OTHER SCENES THROUGHOUT THE WHOLE SHOW

i just know if jacob and gianni had control, they'd make hawkmetri canon

i feel it in my soul

i love this bisexual ball of anger, he's my pookie

!! headcanons !!

I'm gonna try not to repeat everything i already put on my hawkmetri hc list but i'll summarize the main ones

BISEXUAL AND AUTISTIC !!

jewish eli !!

short social battery, likes demetri talking for him sometimes, takes long naps after hang outs

anger issues 🙏

OKAY SO as mentioned previously in this post, he totally sat in bed sobbing to himself about being embarrassed by johnny but at this point, too frustrated and angry to actually want to talk to demetri or miguel. he stumbled upon the symbolism of mohawks (maybe someone doing a deep dive on spider punk) and he decided to throw caution to the wind (since he's too pissed off to care) and he spends all night dyeing his hair and learning to style it before he feels satisfied with it and goes back to the dojo with a new confidence (esp after johnny praises him)

SAMHAWK BESTIES >>>>

hawk, at first, didn't understand how sam could switch from bonsai badass samantha larusso to an exhausted, scared little girl named sam. (just wondering what could've possibly rained on that princess's perfect little parade to make her look like her dog died.) it was seeing demetri treat sam the way he so often treated eli after bad bullying days that made him realize she also got panic attacks/overwhelmed. he still doesn't know how to make someone feel better (demetri's never been one to open up and miguel usually feels better after a little pep talk) but he's started inviting sam over to help build lego models. he figures there's no talking required and they can just listen to the music they have in common. 

sam notices hawk get sensory overload (which she picked up some understanding of it from demetri) and asks him to help her put her hair in braids. he doesn't know wtf he's doing and they come out really bad (which she fixes on her own privately) but gently pulling her hair into smaller strands and following a pattern does help him focus and calm down. it becomes a routine to the point where he automatically goes to her and asks if she needs help to signal he needs to calm down. he eventually gets better at it and devon starts asking him for help occasionally

demetri will always be his number one but directly under him is moon, miguel and sam. (and chozen obvi, they're locked in like miguel and johnny)

he wears his hair down around demetri, occasionally miguel but he always has it up. he's not really sure if it comes from his insecurity in his lip or if it's just routine at this point but he almost refuses for anyone to see him without the mohawk, which is why the mohawk shaving hits him so hard.

he gets along really well with all the miyagi-do kids now but sometimes he'll still hear them mention inside jokes from his time in cobra kai or act incredibly friendly with demetri and he just gets really sad for a few hours thinking about how much he missed while he was off being an asshole

he actually gets kind of sad and mad when anyone acts like they're demetri's best friend. he knows logically they're all friends now but it aggravates him knowing just two years ago, none of these people gave him and demetri a second glance but all of a sudden they act like they know everything about him (jealous eli my beloved)

part of his rationale for the mohawk was to protect demetri (but demetri seemed to hate his switch so much that the motivation quickly went out the window)

he asked for demetri's help to dye his hair purple and back to blue at the end of s5 (and the new teal hawk in pt 3 :3)

a lot of his codependency on demetri stems from him being his only friend for so long and being one of the only people that was nice to him obvi but it's also bc demetri seems to have a sixth sense for all things hawk. it might be neurodivergent solidarity or maybe demetri's just naturally a really good caretaker, but hawk doesn't feel as comfortable anywhere else than by demetri's side.

he definitely hates himself for the red hawk stint and that he let his anger issues get out of control enough to do ALL THAT. (his actions definitely made him angrier until it was a vicious cycle) (angry bc he can't go back to demetri. angry at demetri for not accepting him. not able to go to demetri bc he's angry. rinse and repeat.)

final thoughts: hawk moskowitz, you are peak. i love you so much. i know the canon won't let you be canonically bi or autistic bc the writers don't want their "alpha sigma bro" to be seen as "woke" or anything. but i know you, i feel you, i understand you. while i might be disappointed with how you turn out in the finale, i know you've inspired so many people. your growth and your mistakes make you human, and it's been amazing to see a character with such a great non-linear growth. and to have such a badass character canonically be a nerd, YOU ARE EVERYTHING TO ME. I WILL MISS YOU SO MUCH BOOKIE, SAFE TRAVELS SOLDIER, GOOD LUCK

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Pumpkin spice

Masterlist

Pairing: barista!Walter Marshall x librarian!reader

Summary: You finally manage to get a date with the handsome barista from your favorite coffeeshop.

Word count: 5.2k

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI, fingering (f receiving), oral sex (f and m receiving), p-in-v sex, hint of a size kink (blink and you miss it), a cheesy (romantic) date, a short appearance of Mike The Idiot TM, awkwardness, a lot of coffee and abuse of a cable knit... I think that's it?

A/N: Another promise made to @deandoesthingstome. I swear this woman is responsible for half the stuff on my masterlist at this point. Credit for the other half goes to @geralts-yenn of course. This time, it was - of course - because I made the mistake of adding one of the - according to her - more attractive Henry-shaped men to the Coffee+Cats universe. Naturally, grumpy coffeeshop manager Walter needed a hug and some good head, and Charlie volunteered, so here we are.

What we're left with is a crazy crossover between the Coffee+Cats AU and the 179th Crescent Street AU, because this is - indeed, for the people who are familiar with Crescent Street - the librarian!reader from After Hours.

@ellethespaceunicorn @peaches1958 @sillyrabbit81 @peyton-warren @summersong69 @mayloma @livisss

The brooding man behind the counter has been getting on your nerves for weeks. His only crime is ‘getting your order right’, which shouldn’t even be all that surprising, because that’s his job – if it weren’t for the fact that he seems to know exactly what it’s going to be before you’ve even opened your mouth to speak.

“What can I do for you today?” He could look less godlike, maybe? Don’t say that. Or he could smell worse? Or that. Or he could not smile in a way that seemed to make the earth stop spinning. Very dramatic, also don’t say that.

“Ehh…” Brilliant. Someone should give you an award for that monologue. Shake it off. “Since when do I have to order for myself?”

Alright, you’ve made him chuckle – God, that’s a delicious sound – and look away. Now what? “I’m sorry,” he says, still avoiding your eyes, “I can’t read you today. But you seem annoyed enough with me to make me want to make whatever you’re going to order lukewarm in case I get it thrown in my face later.”

“That’s too bad,” you say, “I was really hoping to get a recommendation.” Because you only know what you want to order when you’re here for coffee. And you’re not here for coffee. But he doesn’t need to know that.

“Well, why are you getting coffee today?” Son of a bitch! It’s a good thing the shop is slow right now, so you’re not holding anyone up with your… is it flirting? God, let it be flirting! No, definitely not flirting. Or maybe…?

“Maybe it’s not the coffee so much as the company,” you say shyly. Yeah, flirting. Qualitatively very poor flirting, but still. It stays quiet on the other side of the counter for a beat too long, which sends your anxiety through the roof.

“So, how about she has whatever you’re having when you go on your break in about... A minute and a half?” The voice belongs to Mike, the almost annoyingly upbeat barista you’ve seen around countless times. He’s responsible for at least half the college crowd that flocks to this place, because he’s a cutie. A little young, maybe, but he has a nice ass.

“I was going to go with a regular old espresso.” He smiles apologetically.

“You look like you could do with a double.” God, that’s a horrible line.

It’s Mike who ends up laughing. “He could do with way more than a double,” he snickers, shooing Walter away from the cash register. “Get out of here, or I’m getting you both pumpkin spice lattes.”

Walter shudders at the thought. He never struck you as the kind of guy who likes his coffee sweet, and you’re happy you’re right. At least… You think you’re right until you see the little twinkle in Mike’s eyes. Granted, that happens a lot, but never for nothing, and the little wink he throws your way suggests he knows his boss has a secret pumpkin spiced sweet tooth he doesn’t want the world to know about. So you pretend not to notice.

When you’re finally settled at a table, you talk for what feels like forever, your knees touching under the table. You’d expected him to move his leg out of the way when you first bumped into it accidentally, but he didn’t. Then, as your conversation went on, more and more of your legs got mixed up together.

“Walter?” For the love of God, why? “I hate to break up your date, but a whole sorority just walked in and I can’t do this by myself.”

“I’m on my break, Mike,” Walter grumbles in return, clearly not happy about the interruption. That’s a good sign, right?

“Your break, Mr. Manager, sir, ended forty-five minutes ago.” Mike would make a great wingman, if it weren’t for the fact that he seems a little keen to pat himself on the back for his efforts. “Give her your number and come do your job.” With a dramatic sigh, he walks back to where he’s supposed to be.

“I’m really sorry,” Walter says with an apologetic smile on his face. You shrug it off – it really doesn’t matter, he wasn’t even supposed to have spent the better part of the past hour with you – and slide your phone towards him.

A poetry reading in a – different – coffeeshop in town. That’s where he suggests you go. First, any man who is creative enough to come up with something other than ‘a drink’ or ‘dinner’ is worth a shot in your book, but when they’re of the dark, gloomy, burly variety; all the better. And no three-day-wait nonsense, either. He calls you right after his shift ends, and asks you to meet him in two hours.

It's barely a fifteen-minute walk from your apartment, which leaves you with plenty of time to complain quietly to yourself that an hour and forty-five minutes is not enough time to get dressed for a date, while getting dressed for your date. You manage with time to spare – five whole minutes – which you spend pensively checking out your outfit in every imaginable angle in the mirror on your bedroom door. You toy with the hem of the skirt you’re wearing, fondly remembering another time you put it on. You’re not one to kiss and tell, so only a few of your closest friends know the crudest of outlines to the story of your scandalous liaison in the university library – and the long night that followed. Not that you’re particularly happy that those same friends, to this day, still tease you about how you – a grown woman – let yourself get talked into a night in student housing with a guy just about so much younger than you that you really didn’t want to even begin doing the math, but you wouldn’t trade the memories for anything in the whole world.

One look at your watch tells you it was time to go, and with trembling hand you open the door of your apartment. It had been sheer, dumb luck that even got you this place in the first place. It's tiny – just the second floor of a beautiful old townhouse – and narrow, but it has a separate bedroom, which was all you could really wish for with your income, anyway. During this time of year, the street it was on looks like a picture; orange leaves bravely cling to the steadily baring branches of the trees, and litter the ground, making for the perfect autumn scene. The sight also never fails to make you more desperate than usual – even for you – for coffee.

You’ve always enjoyed the fall, including all its necessary trials and tribulations – slippery sidewalks that weren’t quite suited for folks with your level of coordination, the unannounced rain that mercilessly drenched you and your absolutely everything in the early morning so that the sleeves of your coat would be unbearably wet when you put it on later in the afternoon, the cold that had you shivering and covered in goosebumps more often than not, and your toes. Freezing. Always. On that front, living in an old, drafty apartment with less-than-efficient heating isn’t exactly your top choice. Oh well.

The coffeeshop is – as per your calculations – a little less than a fifteen-minute walk away from your place, and you dread being early. Getting there first. Waiting for him. Fortunately, when you round the corner, you see him standing outside. You happily note that he is standing there – again, outside – in nothing but a dark cable-knit sweater, jeans and sturdy shoes that are the most weather-appropriate part of his outfit as far as you’re concerned.

“Hello.” His blue eyes smile down on you, and you barely remember your own damn name. Was he always this tall? This big? This handsome? A nervous smile will have to serve as your answer, because you’re at a complete loss for words. He doesn’t seem to mind.

For a moment, you stand there, simply staring sheepishly into his eyes, until finally a drop of rain falls right on the tip of your nose, pulling you from your trance at once. “We should get inside,” you say softly.

Walter reaches an arm out. “After you,” he says with the same kind smile in his eyes. You pick a table in the corner, settling nicely on the comfortable couch, while Walter grabbed the two of you coffee.

“Pumpkin spice,” you chuckle when he returns with two identical steaming cups. He nods, a playful smile in his eyes, only. “Is Mike the only one who knows your secret?” Your nerves convince you that your shot at playful banter goes wide, until Walter sits down and chuckled.

“There’s, eh… There’s this woman,” he says softly. To your surprise, he doesn’t sit in the chair opposite you, but he joins you on the couch. As the café is filling up, another customer quickly confiscates the chair Walter isn’t using.

“Don’t worry, she won’t tell,” you say, your voice trembling as you briefly consider the possibility that he wasn’t referring to you.

When the reading ends, you linger until the shop closes – which isn’t too long after, but still, you find it comforting in the sense that you’re simply glad Walter doesn’t try to run as soon as he can. Outside, the rain has picked up, and if the autumn air was chilly before, now, it’s downright icy. Despite his lacking a jacket or coat, the cold doesn’t seem to bother Walter, and though the rain clearly does, he offers to walk you home – an offer, mind you, he’s not intent on allowing you to decline.

It would have been obvious to anyone just under half as nervous as you are, but neither of you seem to be in a hurry to get you home, despite the rain, both clearly dragging out the little time you both think is still left to this date. Until you reach your front door, that is, and you both look at each other.

“Do you want to come up for a drink?” Is that your voice? Your invitation? And is that him? Accepting your offer? Apparently it is, because he follows you in when you open the door. The stairs to your floor are almost too narrow for him, and he has to watch his head for that one ridge in the ceiling of the stairwell that you never look out for because you’re small enough to never have it bother you. “This is me,” you say nervously as you open the door and invite him into your place. He seems comically large in your tiny living room, and you barely manage to suppress a chuckle. “Coffee?”

“Please!” he says before he shivers visibly.

“Oh god! I’m so sorry,” you say as you realize – what you consider – your error. “I shouldn’t have… You must be wanting to get home and get out of your wet clothes, I…” A hand on your cheek and the heat that, despite being soaked through and through, radiates off his body cuts you off mid-apology.

“I wouldn’t mind getting out of these clothes,” he says slowly, his voice dark and husky in a way that makes your breath stick in the back of your throat for a moment, “but I don’t see a reason to wait until I get home to do that.” Without waiting for a response, he captures your lips in a scorching hot kiss that almost make you forget that both of you have wandered – slowly – through the pouring rain for nearly fifteen minutes.

Large hands gently tug your coat off your shoulders until a single move of your arms makes it drop to the floor, then they’re at your waist, pulling you closer. His lips are gentle, surprisingly soft, and his beard scratches against your cold skin. When you reach for his face, and your fingers connect with his skin, he inhales sharply.

“Are your hands made of ice?” he mumbles against your lips, his lips pulling away in a grin. He takes your hands away from his face, draping your arms around his neck instead, where you weave your fingers into his messy curls. They’re all but soaked from the rain, and part of you wants to offer him a towel, but another – much bigger – part of you swears it will die if not attached firmly to big, big man. Walter pulls you close, not expecting an answer to his question, and carefully slides his tongue along your bottom lip, begging you to let him in. You do, and you allow yourself to be swept away by the gentle yet thorough way in which his tongue explores your mouth, dances with yours.

With near-greedy impatience, you push him back, towards the door of your bedroom, longing so desperately to feel more of this man than you currently are. ‘Stumble’ is an apt descriptor for the way you cross the threshold into your room. Here, too, he seems almost too large for the space – which is so small that from where he’s standing, he couldn’t fall in any direction without hitting a wall. Your bed covers the whole wall beneath the window, easily taking up half the space, with your wardrobe taking up most of what’s left. You might have fit another bookcase in there, if it weren’t for the fact that you prefer your bathroom door actually closes.

Without thinking, you reach for the hem of his sweater, your fingers purposely lingering on the skin beneath, which – despite being damp from the rain – still radiates heat. Under your touch, his grip on your waist tightens, and his abs twitch. There’s more muscle to him than you’d thought, and you find another pleasant surprise when you rake your fingers over his stomach. So pleasant, in fact, that you can’t suppress a soft chuckle. Nothing says ‘perfect fall hookup’ like a deliciously hairy man. Now, if only that damned – and dampened – sweater would come off, that would be so amazing…

Frustrated groans escape the both of you when the garment puts on more of a fight than any sweater has the right to, and as soon as it’s on the floor, Walter kicks it out of the room for good measure. Your hands eagerly travel the now-exposed skin of his chest and back, making him shiver and moan loudly as you drag a single fingernail softly down his spine. He captures your lips again, stringing you along into the depths of another scorching kiss, fingers working diligently to untuck your sweater from your skirt. A soft growl slips from his throat as he finishes his mission, only to encounter the fabric of the blouse you’re wearing underneath the sweater – you really do get cold easily. This time, he is far less friendly in his approach, pulling almost recklessly at the fabric that finds itself so rudely between your body and his greedy touch.

Your sweater meets a fate similar to his, and your hands make quick work of just enough buttons of your blouse that you can pull the thing over your head while his hands continue their exploration slightly further down, following the soft curve of your ass and pulling you closer to him as he goes. His mouth barely leaves yours – he alternates between using just the right amount of tongue, and nipping at or sucking on your bottom lip. Paired with his obviously horny impatience, it’s nothing short of divine.

You can’t wrap your head around how warm his hands feel on your skin, but the contrast with the chilly air of the room is both staggering and arousing. Not that Walter had thus far been unsuccessful in arousing you – quite the opposite, in fact. His lips move to your neck while his hands roam your back and sides, hesitant to grab more of you. What does he think you’re going to do? Object?

Your hands are already undoing his belt, eager to take the final pieces of wet fabric off him so you can finally seek the solace of your warm bed, and he lets you, kicking off his shoes while you struggle with the buckle. Finally, he takes over, taking care of the tricky metal contraption with one hand while staring directly into your eyes. It’s at that moment that you finally realize what all of this is doing to you…

The arrogant little smirk on his face while he licks his lips doesn’t help – the whole thing sends shivers down your spine and your body answers with a greedy throb between your thighs. You manage to kick your own boots off before Walter mercilessly tackles you to the bed. With a single, swift move, he rolls you both over, pulling you on top of him so you’re straddling his thighs, his hands firmly on your ass, kneading the soft flesh with admirable determination. His face does a poor job of hiding the fact that he likes what he’s feeling.

When you bend over to press your lips to his again, you shriek in surprise as his hand disappears from its newfound playground and lands there again, only a moment later, with a firm smack. He shoots an apologetic look at you as he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, and you roll your hips against his by means of a faux-admonishment you’re nowhere near serious about. A man like that can manhandle the ever-loving fuck out of you every damn day. When he groans, your insides turn to jelly. In the heat of everything that’s been happening, you haven’t exactly been paying attention to what this has been doing to him, but that move of your hips makes you instantly aware of the very impressive erection you’re sitting right on top of. Another moan escapes him when you repeat the motion, his hands grabbing your ass tighter – nudging you, urging you to keep moving.

Suddenly, he sits up on the edge of the bed, keeping you in his lap, his hands finally moving underneath the fabric of your skirt. Walter moans again – appreciatively, this time – when his fingers explore the soft lace of your underwear. Then, he chuckles. “For someone who gets cold a lot…”

“Shut up,” you reprimand him before kissing him hard. The line between fun and functional is thin, and it wasn’t that you were expecting to end up in bed with this guy, but you sure as hell were hoping you would, and peeling off tights in the heat of the moment has proven disastrous on many occasions thus far. You shiver when he runs his hands up and down your thighs, lingering just above your knee, where his fingers toy with the hem of your thigh-high socks – an absolute requirement in your marginally successful attempt to not freeze to death – and you feel his cock twitch as he does. He likes them. Good.

Apparently, your smirk is too much for him, because he grabs the backs of your thighs and lifts you like you weigh nothing. Next thing you know, you’re on your back, and Walter hovers over you, diligently seeking out the most sensitive spots on your neck. He kisses a blazing hot trail down your chest, pushing your skirt up until it’s bunched up around your waist. You can almost feel his gaze between your legs, and the way he licks his lips wrings a whimper from your lips. Seconds pass in which you anxiously wait for his reaction – a mocking grin, a victorious chuckle or a vicious smirk filled with pity – but it doesn’t come. Instead, you feel a hand on your thigh, creeping higher until you’re not sure if ‘thigh’ is still an appropriate label. His thumb softly trails the thin fabric between your legs. The smile that appears on his face isn’t mocking, cocky or challenging – it’s peaceful and almost grateful in a way you don’t quite understand.

“My turn to get you out of your soaking wet clothes.” It’s a joke, absolutely, but it’s a gentle one, just like his hands are when he hooks his fingers around the waistband of your panties, and he slowly pulls them down.

You’re holding your breath. At first you don’t notice – it really isn’t until his hands slide up your thighs again and you suck in a desperate breath that you realize just how welcome the air is. He pushes your legs apart, settling comfortably between them before using his thumbs to spread your pussy wide. Insecurities plague your brain. You should feel exposed. Insecure. Uncomfortable.

You don’t.

Walter looks up at you with a question in his eyes, and you mouth a breathless answer to his unspoken query. Please. Carefully, he inches closer, until you feel the tickle of the coarse hair on his jaw against the sensitive skin of your thigh. You can see the shiver travel down his spine as he licks a single stripe through your folds, and you moan in unison. Almost immediately, your hand weaves into his hair, pulling his face closer to your center.

He's thorough, relentlessly lapping at your clit while you squirm in his arms, strong hands firmly pressed to the back of your thighs, keeping your legs open for him while he takes his time exploring you, tasting your arousal and learning what works for you. After some time, you notice he settles into a rhythm that might actually work for you, which – as you’re somewhat reluctant to admit, even to yourself – is a rather rare feat. Encouraged by the movement of your hips and the sounds you make, he continues on his mission, and before long your grip on his hair tightens and your squirming gets worse – so much worse, in fact, that he reaches around your thigh to steady your hips against his mouth.

Outside, the rain threatens to turn into a thunderstorm, and if you’d been in any position to notice the weather, you’d have been happy to be inside. As things are, you’re still quite content with your whereabouts, but luckily for completely different reasons. Your back arches off the bed when you come, crying out Walter’s name as you do. With trembling legs, you lay there, your walls pulsing and clenching around nothing. He lets you catch your breath for a moment, his lips never leaving you as he kisses a path up your body again, effortlessly reaching for the clasp of your bra on your back. He doesn’t find it – your favorite just happens to close in the front. Once found, however, that pesky clasp is no match for his capable fingers, and only a moment later you’re shivering as the cold air of your bedroom brushes past your exposed nipples.

He looks at you briefly before latching onto your neck again, gently sucking and biting your skin, making you shiver. One hand finds its way to your chest, fingers digging roughly into the soft flesh, fingers brushing tentatively past your hardening nipple, rolling the sensitive peak between his fingers. You whine, writhing against the sheets, goosebumps erupting over your skin – the result of the electrifying combination of the slightest sheen of sweat meeting cool air. He grins. Chuckles. Then, he bends his head to suck one nipple into his mouth, that capable tongue passing over it, toying with it, sharp teeth grazing sensitive skin, luring cries of pleasure from you in abundance.

Your hands all but scramble for the waistband of his underwear, slipping into the dark boxer briefs without a trace of patience. Fuck. Fingers wrap around – try to, at least – his unapologetically massive cock, images of that one night flashing before your eyes as you give him a few gentle strokes. A trembling exhale tells you your ministrations are appreciated, and you smile, hoping this is only the tip of the iceberg – a hope that is soon confirmed truth when he lets out a loud moan as you run your thumb gingerly over the underside of his cock.

A hand on the back of his neck, pulling softly, is enough to guide him to lie down next to you, and he smiles up at you when you sit on your knees. He’s all too eager to help you get rid of his underwear, and when you take your sweet time taking him in, in all his glory, he almost looks shy.

You start with a light kiss on his lips, then work your way down, fingers trailing the expanse of his chest, dragging slowly through the coarse hair on it, further and further down over his abs until they meet his hips, where they linger to draw teasingly light patterns on his skin. A featherlight touch of your lips to the tip of his cock makes him twitch and groan, and a soft tap on your ass urges you to keep going. You wrap your hand around the base of his cock, and with the tip of your tongue, you circle the head, teasing him until he’s impatiently moaning. His hand hooks around your thigh and pulls you closer – at first you wonder why, but soon after, his fingers run along your slit, searching for your entrance.

He pushes two fingers into your wet core exactly when you swallow as much of his cock as you possibly can, and both of you let out a long moan at the same time. You bob your head up and down his shaft in the same rhythm his fingers pump into you. It’s easy to figure out he likes it sloppy, and you’re happy to oblige. With the delicious symphony of moans and grunts that spill from his lips as an inspiration, you’re enjoying yourself greatly – which makes it all the more disappointing when he pulls his fingers back, a sharp smack on your ass breaking your concentration.

“Come here,” he says huskily, impatiently tugging at your arm.

You straddle his thighs again, reaching for the drawer in your nightstand to grab a condom, and waiting entirely impatiently for him to put it on. Normally, you’re somewhat nervous about being on top, but tonight, you couldn’t care less. You need this man inside of you.

Now.

Walter helps guide the tip of his cock to your entrance, and you slowly lower yourself, screwing your eyes shut at the stretch his incredible girth provides. Nails dig into his shoulder so hard he hisses, and you rest your head on his shoulder, whining pitifully against his skin.

“Easy,” he shushes you, sensing whatever distress you’re feeling, “take your time.” His permission helps; you slow down, and steadily make it all the way down his length. You take a moment to get used to the stretch, gradually relaxing around him. It feels no less full, but definitely increasingly less uncomfortable. Slowly, you begin to move your hips. It’s impossible to keep quiet – luckily, you’re not the only one who can’t seem to hold their tongue. Soft praise is mixed in with the abundance of expletives that come out of Walters mouth. “That’s it.” A personal favorite of yours, especially when he says it – a gravelly snarl through gritted teeth.

You could ride him forever – sure, your thighs will be sore tomorrow, but it’ll all have been worth it. Right? He clearly has other plans, pushing you off him unceremoniously. You’re on your stomach, and you half expect him to turn you around – but he doesn’t. Rough hands drag you to your knees, and – knowing what’s about to happen – you don’t bother raising yourself up on your elbows. They’ll give out in no time, anyway. Walter lines up behind you and sheathes himself to the hilt in one smooth thrust that has you gasping for air. He’s rough and demanding, yet kind and careful, clearly trying not to hurt you. Every thrust wrenches a moan from your lips, and your hand snakes between your legs, fingers drawing tight circles around your clit until you’re teetering right on the edge of bliss. His laughter when you beg him for more, harder, faster is largely obscured by the sound of rolling thunder outside the window. Your orgasm, when it finally does rip through you like an explosion, is theatrically accompanied by an almost unnaturally well-timed lightning strike.

“Dramatic,” Walter notes dryly behind you, his strained voice signaling his stamina knows a limit after all. In a moment of poetic justice, the storm lulls for a moment when Walter’s orgasm forces a sound from him that could be described as many things, but not ‘charming’. When he pulls out, your walls clench against nothing, and you whine softly at the somehow overwhelming emptiness. “Bathroom?” Walter asks, pointing at the other door in your bedroom. You nod, speechless, before collapsing on your bed.

His return marks the start of that awkward hooked-up-on-the-first-date-dance. Stay? Go? Hookup? Date? Yes? No? You sigh your relief when Walter hesitates for the shortest possible moment before crawling under the covers with you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and allowing you to snuggle into his chest.

“Do you mind if I stay?” he asks, a playful edge to his voice. “It’s raining.”

“Is that the only reason you want to stay?” you chuckle. It’s strange. Normally you wouldn’t be so confident he hadn’t been genuine in his remark.

“Well, eh…” he mutters as he nuzzles your hair, “there’s this woman…”

The sun is an unwelcome intruder in your house the next morning, and you do your very best to hide from the rays as long as possible. A new preferred method: burying your face in Walter’s chest. A very nice added bonus to the approach is that it comes with strong arms wrapping around you, pulling you tight. As far as you’re concerned – and you’re well aware that it’s a little soon to say this after one date, but it’s not like you’re planning on proposing today – you’re not letting this man walk, ever again. He didn’t complain when you warmed your icy feet against his legs yesterday, and the only reaction you get out of him when you put your cold hands on his body is a low grumble and an involuntary shiver.

“Morning,” he groans after a while. By now, you’re awake enough to at least make an attempt at playing host.

“Coffee?” you ask – a suggestion that’s met with an approving grunt.

On your way to the kitchen, you come across his discarded and banned-from-the-bedroom sweater – and you make the mistake of stepping on it, shrieking in surprise when the damp fabric touches your already cold foot. Coffee first, you decide.

“I have some bad news,” you say as you enter your bedroom with two cups of coffee in your hands, his sweater dangling from your pinky. “This is still wet.”

“Oh, god, no,” Walter says with a smile, “whatever will we do to pass the time until it dries?”

[miriadalia]

A summary of Brandon H Lee's new episode on Lone Lobos (with a few comments of my own)

• "Brandon, brother, you stole the show" YES!

• "I'm glad that you died" Well, I'm not, thank you, next question

• Basically the first part of the interview is Brandon telling how after part 2 dropped out people started recognizing him more on the street and how that was the moment he let the reality sink in that all the comments he'd seen on the internet were actually real people.

• Brandon's dad (Master Lee) also wanted to be an actor when he was younger, omg that's cute :')

• He said that one time he went out with him and they saw a few people that seemed to want a picture with Brandon, right? And so his dad started pushing him closer to the people 😂 like "go, take the picture"

• Interesting what Xolo said about Cobra Kai having and intergenerational fandom. It's so cool if you think about it.

• Jacob saying he wished Brandon was in more ComicCons before... Yeah :')

• Not Xolo taking the wrong train and being late for work because he started talking with a fan on that train 😂 (and the fan was on the wrong train and late for work too😂😂)

• Brandon casted in a short film. I repeat: BRANDON CASTED IN A SHORT FILM!

• I'M SORRY WHAT?? Xolo, Jacob, Brandon AND Peyton casted on the same movie (directed by Jacob)?? I'm fainting...

• Wait, Brandon is 26? I thought he was born in 1999 🤔

• When asked how is he looking at his acting career now that he's been in Cobra Kai, Brandon said that being in the series has shown him that he should keep embracing his martial artist background, since it's just as part of him as it is being Korean, it's basically in his blood. So he's interested in exploring this side of him while he's still young and his body allows him to.

• The boys talked about how navigating social media after Cobra Kai made them more recognizable is different in a way because the real them are still outside the screen but people develop kind of a parasocial relationship with them.  So basically they fight to find balance between present reality and social media reality, the "Miyagi Do way" 😂

• Jacob dragging the people who didn't believe him during press conferences when he spoiled 6 months before part 2 came out that someone died 😂

• They start talking about the death scene and Brandon says he was trying to justify in his mind why Kwon would pick up that knife in the first place......... "Even for someone like Kwon who is the epitome of Cobra Kai no mercy to grab a knife and try to use it is pretty... insane"............🤐

• So he kind of justified it in his mind (because the producers didn't give him backstory) in a way that Kwon felt really embarrassed that he was losing during the brawl in international tv.

• He says that the final shoot where Kwon dies wasn't the original plan. Axel was actually going to be fighting Yoon and then Kwon jumps in... Sorry, I didn't understand this part very well but I think not even Brandon understands it 😅

• Brandon doesn't even know how Cobra Kai ends in part 3. He hasn't seen any of the scripts 😅 (my poor man wasn't given ANYTHING, was he?) (I know this is to prevent leaks but still, poor Brandon 😂)

• Jacob made Brandon do a speech his last day of filming in front of everybody. Oh I wish someone had made a video in that moment 🤞🏻

• About how Jacob feels about Kwon being the first on screen death: "It felt like we were all at a really awesome sleepaway camp and one of my best friends from a different cabin had to go home early" 😭😭😭

• Meanwhile Xolo: "Why couldn't it have been Axel, man?" (Jk, ofc)

• Meanwhile Jacob freaking Bertrand: "It should've been Rayna, man" (WELL, YES, IF YOU MEAN ZARA MALIK)

• SPOILER FROM PART 3 by Jacob: Daniel is going to feel like "Fuck, I didn't get there" after Kwon's death (kind of obvious but still a little spoiler)

• Jacob asked Brandon which one of the actors amazed him with their stunts during filming. He said "everyone" because they have to learn the choreography the same day or the day before and still did amazing (aw <3)

• Robby and Kwon's final kick was all stunts, no machines to help them (love this from them, hardworkers 💪🏽)

• And talking about that fight. Brandon says it wasn't suppose to be like what we saw on screen. Robby was supposed to jump off of Hawk!!!! Hawk was going to offer Robby his knee discreetly for him to jump higher than Kwon and do a finishing blow that would knock him out. But the writers just changed it the day before (wtf). Brandon says this was because they didn't want Miyagi Do to cheat in any way, they wanted them to win fair and square (whyyyy? Just why? Where are the gray zones we loved so much in the first seasons of CK?? 😭)

• TANNER ACTUALLY WENT TO BRANDON EARLIER THAT MORNING TO SEE IF THEY COULD TALK TO THE WRITERS TO GET THE ORIGINAL FIGHT BACK 😭😭 (Tanner is my pal, he knows what's up) but they still said no to them 😭

• Sigh...

• They proceeded to talk about Brandon's stunts in the Shang Chi movie (which is absolutely amazing, btw, go see it if you haven't)

[hologramcowboy]

https://www.tumblr.com/hologramcowboy/785755676358082560/dont-compare-jensen-to-that-trashy-z-lister-how

A couple of things to add:

•One Tree Hill was also on the verge of cancellation around the same time SPN was because both shows were being affected by the WB/UPN merger in 2006. And like SPN (and every other CW show TBH) was constantly on the verge of cancellation post merger because of declining viewership and changes in leadership. While it was the most successful show on the network at the time, it still wasn’t performing at the same level as its competition (ie 90210, The OC).

•Jensen was not less famous than Danneel when they started “dating” in late 2006. In fact, he himself even referred to her as an unknown actress in a 2007 interview with TV Guide (https://ohnotheydidnt.livejournal.com/16860803.html?). But we didn’t need to hear that from him, just compare their IMDbs. In addition to a handful of smaller roles, he had already done 448 episodes of Days of Our Lives, Dark Angel, Dawson’s Creek, Smallville and the first season of SPN. In comparison she had done MTV Spring Break: Dismissed (not listed, 2002), 68 episodes of One Life to Live, appeared in 4 episodes of What I Like About You, 3 episodes of Joey, 2 episodes of JAG, a very brief appearance in 1 episode of Charmed, 2 short films (Rule Number 1 and Plight of Clownana, which I’m being generous in including) and season 3 of OTH. I’m not going to include her attempts at modeling as part of her career, they won’t give her the boost she so desperately needs anyway.

•Danneel got to come back in season 7 because they needed to fill the hole left behind by Peyton and Lucas leaving the show and because creep extraordinaire Mark Schwahn had a thing for her. Not because she was a particularly popular character/actress.

Thank you, anon, for this beautiful, beautiful post. 🧡

[peyshifts]

Interview from my 1960s Fame DR!💐

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Hello, Peyton!

Hello!

How are you today?

I’m great! And you?

I’m great. Now, you had a birthday recently, didn’t you? Do you mind me asking how old you are?

I’m twenty-two years old. I turned twenty-two in March.

Wow. So it’s been almost six years since you put out your first song.

Has it been that long? Feels like yesterday, haha.

You were only sixteen years old! What was it like being so famous at such a young age?

Well, it was certainly unexpected. Overwhelming at times, sure, but it gave me lots of opportunities that I wouldn’t have otherwise.

And are you putting anything new out anytime soon?

Maybe! Haha.

Can I get a better answer than that?

There’ll be something this year.

This year! Well I’m definitely looking forward to that, and I’m sure so many others are, too! Now, do you have a boyfriend right now?

No, I don’t.

Really? What about a celebrity crush?

Hehehe maybe!

You just love that word! Can’t get any information out of you!

Maybe Paul McCartney, then.

There’s an answer! What are some of your hobbies besides songwriting?

I love to paint. I only really paint landscapes though, I’m not sure how to paint people.

Ah, well I’m sure you’ll get it eventually! Now, the most recognizable thing about you is your hair. How do you keep it so long?

Well, I just don’t cut it short.

Ah, well you knew what I meant. Why do you keep it so long?

I love having long hair! It feels like protection when I get nervous. Plus, it looks pretty!

It does! Now, we’ve come to the end of this interview, I’m afraid. It was very nice talking to you, Peyton! We’ll see you soon, hopefully!

Goodbye!

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(god, this was so awkward to type)

(also ignore the awkward ‘haha’s and ‘hehe’s, idk how else to write laughing lol)

[sensei-venus]

(Unedited) (Right off the bat smut, Strap Blowing, V Penetration, Table Doggy, Trailer Site Sex)

Reader felt so dirty for what she was about to do. It wasn't like it was anything to bad. There was just something that told her that she shouldn't be doing this. Not here at least.

The sound of a light giggle brought her out of her own thoughts and back to reality. With a flushed face she looked up at Peyton with big eyes. The blond girl looked down at her with a huge grin. Her plush lips were full and plush, a light layer of lip gloss still coating her soft skin. She gently bit at her lip before going back to grinning down at her. A moment passed and she clocked her head, eyebrow raised for a split second.

Her voice was tempting “Come on Reader we don't have all day here. We have to be on set I two hours and I want us to enjoy this before we have to be there.” she wiggled her hips a little.

The thick ten inch strap that huge heavy between her legs slapped at one of her thighs loudly.

It nearly smacked Reader's cheek which had her pulling back. Eyes wide as she looked at the silicon beast. It hung low between the girl's thick thighs with easy, latches that held it up with tight ropes. It was snugly fixed to her crotch with the bands tightly digging into her thighs and hips. The black straps dug into her lightly tanned flesh just right. The purple and black swirled strap already had Reader's mouth watering.

Reader gulped as she took the strap on her hand. She gently stoked it a few times before nodding to the blond. Her knees dug into the floor of the trailer as she slowly started to kiss along the silicon. Ever so slowly she placed gental kisses along the sides. Her eyes eventually looked up to meet Peyton as her lips found the fat head. Wrapping them around the fake cock head. She gave it a few soft sucks before a hand found its way into her hair. Pushing her farther down the big shaft with a firm grip on her head.

Reader moaned while taking more of the fake cock into her mouth. Peyton was always a bit of a rusher even in non-rush situations. Always want to get to the fun part as quickly as possible.

It wasn't that she didn't enjoy getting her strap gobbled up by her girlfriend, she just liked fucking the chubby girl's tight cunt more.

Reader moaned as the hard material tapped at the very back of her throat. With a loud and sloppy gag, she gargled around it. Her eyes started to well up with fresh tears at the new feeling.

She started to loudly whimper as both of Peyton's hands met the back of her head. Hands balled into fists in her hair. With ease, she started to use the chubby girl's mouth to her own liking. Making a speed that suited her needs. She licked her lips at the image before her. Watching as the plump girl gagged all over her big strap. It was a high that she loved so much.

But right now all she wanted to do was pound Reader's pussy until she was squealing and they have to rush off to set. The urge to just pump that tight pussy until she was creaming all over was fi good.

With a loud huff Peyton pulled the girl off the strap by her hair. Reader gasped and started to loudly cough as she popped off from the top. Spit coated her lips and some even spilled down her chin. Her eyes will glazed over with tears, a few escaped from the corner of her eyes. Falling down soft full cheeks. She blinked them away as fast as she could. With a big smirk, Peyton grabbed her by the arm and forced her up off the ground. Reader yelped as she was man handled off the floor. Quickly she was turned around, being shoved over to the small table on the other side of the trailer. Her cheeks started to burn once a hand pushed her forward.

Stretching out her arms she hit the table. Looking down she realized she was now completely bent over the small table.

“I can't believe they have you wearing such a short skirt for this scene. They could have at least put you in some shorty or something.”

Peyton's lips found the shell of Reader’s ear. Whispering just right to blow hot air into her ear ever so gently. Reader could almost hear the smirk lacing her pretty lips.

“But I won't complain about it too much because it lets me do this- and I like doing this,” she whispered while flicking the skirt up and shoving the girl's panties down. The poor fabric got stuck half way down her thick thighs. Tangled and digging into fatty flesh. Reader moaned at the feeling. The Ac in the trailer wasn't the best but it had her pussy twitching. The heat of her panties only made her super uncomfortable, the minute her pussy made contact with the cool air, she was gone. One shiver ran up her spin before she was wide eye and jerking.

Cold wet slim had her almost jerking up onto the table even father. Peyton’s spit-covered strap slipped across her puffy folds. It had her shivering at every light trust. The hard strap dragged along her sloppy folds for a good minute. Getting her used to what was about to happen. The tip bumped against her clit making her whimper, eyes shut tight at the new feeling.

Peyton grabbed at one of her legs and forced her thigh up onto the tabletop. The new position had Reader rolling. The blond slapped the tip across the fat pussy in front of her a few times.

“Humm get ready babe, I'm about to have that pussy throbbing all over this dick.” and with that she lined up her strap and pushed in. There was little resisting as she went in. I'm the matter of moments she was bottomed out. Her hips meet the other girls as making her sigh. Her hands grabbed onto Reader’e hips and started to pull her back and forth.

It was a loud and sticky sound that seemed to bounce around the walls. The sound alone had both girls whimpering out. Peyton was addicted to the sound. She loved hearing the way her fake dick make Reader into a puddle under her. A nice stream of cum spilling all down the silicone and ito the table and floor. The hand holding her thigh squeezed her even tighter in a sad attempt to keep her even more grounded to the table. Her hips picked up as she continued to bottom out over and over again.

With a loud grunt, she continued to pound the poor girl's pussy. Her hips smacked loudly against her ass, pushing her hard into the edge of the table. Reader tried her very best to get a grip on the table but it was fruitless. All she could do was try and dig her nails into the flat surface. She was slowly losing what grasp she had both physically and mentally. Their eyes start to lose focus and roll back into her head. The only thing she could really do was lay there and moan.

The bubbling in her gut was starting to become too much too. She wanted to tell Peyton, let her know she was close, but nothing came out. Her jaw was locked as she whimpered out.

“I- cu-” that's all she could get out as she was pushed and pulled around.

Her cunt gushing and throbbing on the thick cock that was buried inside her. Hitting her deepest spots. It made her legs weak, her toes curling as she was lifted off the ground. Her thighs shaking and her legs were lightky kicking back in pure overstimulation.

With one heavy grunt she was lifted up and slider fingers pushed towards her pussy once again. The feeling of slim fingers sissoring her folds wide open so the strap could guild in easily had her spiraling.

All it took was the tips of Peyton’s fingers tapping against her fat clit to have her spasming. Her cunt clinched one last time before the floodgates opened. Her eyes crossed and her belly snapped. The feeling of pure bliss washed over her in big waves. All she could hear in her ears was her own heartbeat. The sound of breathing overpowered the world around her and locked her in place. Her eyes fluted shut as her body shook.

Peyton grinned as she meet the full resistance of Reader’s pussy around her dick. The spasming hole gushed around her toy with ease. Her grin only widened when her cock was pushed fully out in a big wave of cum. The hard orgasm forces  the toy out of her sopping pussy.

All she can do is stand back and watch as a flood of cum pours out of her destroyed hole.

Her fingers ever so slightly move to work her through the orgasm. Doing hard figure eights over her clit. Watching her girlfriend spams on her own trailers table was amazing.

After a few good minutes, she stopped and let the girl calm down.

The sound of clanking and clips coming undone filled the air for a brief moment. A soft tunk was heard as the strap and harness fell to the floor. A gooey mess to be dealt with later.

Reader whimpered as a loud chuckle was let out from Peyton’s lips.

“We really have to do this more often. Hope you still have enough energy after that to get done with the next scene. We better get cleaned yo before we have to be there. We might end up cutting it pretty close this time to set~.”

Reader let her head fall against the hard table with a groan.

[evermorehqs]

CATCHING MY BREATH, STARING OUT AN OPEN WINDOW

Wyborn Lovat is based on Wybie from Coraline. He is a 28 year old human, unemployed, and uses he/him pronouns. He has no powers. Wybie is portrayed by Peyton Alex Smith and he is taken.

CATCHING MY DEATH, AND I COULDN’T BE SURE

There are people in life who will always question whether or not they were wanted or if they were an unexpected surprise for their parents that arrived at an inopportune time. Wybie never had that issue. He knew he wasn't wanted, his very name was proof of it, and yet that didn't stop him from enjoying every moment. His parents might not have wanted him and sent him to live with whatever family member would take him at the time, but he was perfectly okay with that. Eventually he ended up in Evermore with his grandparents and thankfully they never tried to send him away to another cousin or distant relative, because he simply could not leave. Wybie was used to his family sending him away, apparently not everyone enjoyed all the thoughts he had in his head that burst past his lips in conversation. Or rather, one-sided comments that didn't leave much room for the other person to say much. He was a chatty guy, what could you do? Wybie was in the middle of an internal dilemma, unsure if the people he saw in his dreams were his parents or strangers, when he met Coraline Jones. He'd only been in Evermore a short while when they met and he felt like something had shifted. That they were meant to meet and it turned out, he was right. It wasn't that his grandma wasn't an exciting person, she was, but Coraline brought a sense of adventure to his life that had been missing, a sense of purpose, and he was determined not to let them down. Did he really understand the idea of jumping dimensions and an evil mother that wasn't a mother but was pretending to be one while stealing children's souls? No. But that wasn't going to simmer his passion to be included and helpful! He often projected a happy go lucky guy, someone who went with the flow and was happy to be included but there were moments when he was left to his own thoughts, wondering if everyone had to work this hard to be remembered.

I HAD A FEELING SO PECULIAR

❀ Audrey Ramirez: There is something about Audrey that reminds Wybie of Coraline and even is she tends to be sarcastic and a little walled off, he isn't deterred from trying to become friends with her! ❀ Jacob 'Jake' Randall: If Wybie thought he talked a lot, he's got nothing on Jake and he appreciates that, if Jake is truly just himself and everyone still loves him,maybe there's a chance for Wybie too ❀ Kaya Kloken: While Wybie had his grandma growing up, he's found a kind of mother figure in Kaya. Someone who cares about him and supports him in her own way. A feeling he's never really had before

THAT THIS PAIN WOULD BE FOR EVERMORE

[obsessioncollector]

haiiiii peyton ^_^ what were your favorite books this year?

Hiiii Lane!! 🤗💝 I hope you're having a lovely holiday or just a lovely day if you're not celebrating! I am so indecisive when it comes to picking faves so enjoy my non-answer 😊 I'm also going to tag you celia @symptomofloves bc you said you want to see my faves! ❤️

I would say the overarching theme of the year has been longing, desire, eroticism, and obsession, in many manifestations. So I'm going to list a cluster of excellent and often insanity-inducing (compliment!) books that fall into that category, in the order of when I read them (so unranked):

Dennis Cooper — George Miles cycle: THE obsessioncollector saga... Definitely not for everyone bc it's very graphic and upsetting, but he captures the desire for understanding and connection so well. I read it at the beginning of the year so it really set the tone for the year to come.

Mary Gaitskill — Bad Behavior: A story collection! She is one of those writers who articulates things I never realized I feel—reading her is such a revelation!

D.H. Lawrence — The Rainbow; Women in Love: Would transitioning have saved her? I'm kidding but truly he captures the experience of being a teen girl and young woman so well. (These two books are a diptych so I get to lump them together.)

Kathy Acker — In Memoriam to Identity: Read this so you can enjoy the sadly defunct @kathyack-blog-blog 😊 Like Mary Gaitskill in that she captures elements of myself I never knew existed.

Angela Carter — Burning Your Boats: The Collected Stories and The Magic Toyshop: Her most famous work is the story collection The Bloody Chamber, so I also recommend starting there if you want something less daunting than the complete stories. I love Angela Carter! I think I reblogged a gifset of her talking about her work being self-indulgent but she is self-indulgent in the same ways as me! Gothic and elegant and she is such a master of the fairytale/folklore retelling, which I think is so often done in boring and predictable ways.

Edmund White — A Boy's Own Story: All bangers from the very first few pages! Such an eloquent examination of a self-conscious adolescent painfully dedicated to trying to understand himself and others. Reminiscient of that Mishima quote about how he thought he was more mature than the other boys but it was just because he thought about himself more bc he was so insecure </3

And then here are a handful of ones that don't fit into that theme but were nonetheless highlights:

Scholastique Mukasonga — Our Lady of the Nile: Celia is also a Mukasonga fan so you know she has to be good! 😊 This is a collection of interlinked short stories, all set at a Rwandan boarding school. Masterfully combines the more mundane tensions of adolescence with the leadup to the genocide.

Maya Binyam — Hangman: A 2023 release! I don't read many recent releases bc I find it difficult to sift through the hype but I'm so glad I read this one. A treasure and also quite distinctive in terms of the style and structure.

Mae M. Ngai — The Chinese Question: This was my only 5 star nonfiction of the year! Ngai is probably better known for her book about undocumented immigrants in US history, but I read this one bc it was available at my library and it's excellent. It focuses on restrictions on Chinese immigration, both in the US and also South Africa and Australia, around the time of the Gold Rush. Ties into contemporary issues, both in terms of immigration (unsurprisingly) but also in terms of questions of diaspora and cultural identity.

Jhumpa Lahiri — Interpreter of Maladies: I should have read this years ago but I think I unconsciously avoid contemporary writers from bourgeois New England backgrounds bc that's literally me 😭😭😭 Pretty much the platonic idea of a story collection though. All the characters seem so fully realized, in such a small amount of time!

Thomas Mann — Death in Venice and Other Tales: Sometimes people talk about reading to see themselves reflected but Mann is a writer to read if you want to see yourself reflected in the most unflattering light possible 😭 Another writer I'd been putting off for way too long.

Isabella Hammad — Enter Ghost: As I said wrt Angela Carter, I can be wary of anything marketed as a retelling or too intertextual/meta bc I think they're often done poorly, but this is an exception! To be clear, it's not a retelling, but it's centered on a British Palestinian theatre actress who impulsively joins a Palestinian production of Hamlet while visiting her sister. Very intriguing examination of the protagonist trying to understand her own Palestinian identity while also negotiating how to present herself to her family + friends and the world and resists simple dichotomies.

[dayas]

12 + brucas (maaaaybe)

12 ⧽. gently placing their jacket over the other’s shoulders when they get cold.

SO TRUE. I’ve never formally written for them before so this should be fun!

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Brooke Davis dressed for herself, not for the weather. And sure, maybe it wasn’t the smartest idea to be wearing a super cute, super short, super sparkly mini skirt with her absolutely adorable equally sparkly tank top and fabulous open toed mules, but the occasion had called for it. Any party she went to, she would be the best dressed there. She had a reputation to uphold, and she would be damned before she let her picture perfect crown slip.

It was only a teeny tiny bit unfortunate that tonight was so windy and chilly, and that her car had decided not to start. Peyton hadn’t answered the phone when she called, and Brooke was entirely certain Nathan and Haley were very well occupied shoving their tongues down each other’s throats. That left only one option. Sighing, Brooke dialed the number she had long since memorized. He picked up on the first ring.

“Brooke?” came Lucas Scott’s voice through her phone.

“My car won’t start,” she said, “can you come get me?”

“I’ll bring the truck.” She gave him the address of the street she was parked on and hung up. Brooke rubbed her hands up and down her arms, shivering, praying for Lucas to hurry. Thankfully, it didn’t take him that long to get to her. It wasn’t fair — he looked great even like this, in a blue t-shirt, a jacket and jeans, hopping out of his car to rig hers up to the tow truck.

“Thanks for coming,” she managed through her chattering teeth when he finally approached her after his work was done.

“Brooke, you’re shaking,” Lucas noted, concern flooding his tone. She hated it. He didn’t have the right to be concerned over her, not after what he did. And yes, they were working their way back towards being friends, but she still had no idea whether she could trust him or not.

“I’m fine,” Brooke snapped, “you know me, I’ve got an ice cold heart anyways. This is totally normal Ice Queen behavior.”

Lucas stared at her for the space of five seconds. Then, slowly, carefully, he removed his jacket, placing it gently around her shoulders. Brooke didn’t say anything, just slipped her arms through the sleeves and held it closed in front of her, grateful for the warmth it provided.

“Come on, let’s get you home.”

Lucas opened the passenger side door to the truck for her and Brooke climbed in. He got into the driver’s seat afterwards, and away they went. They drove in silence for a few minutes, and she pretended she didn’t see his eyes shifting from the road to her more often than they should have. That was how she knew he was going to ruin it.

“Brooke, I — ”

“Don’t. Don’t, Luke.”

He swallowed, ducking his head into a reserved nod. She wasn’t ready to hear what he had to say. She wasn’t sure she ever would be, not really. Or maybe she wasn’t sure she would be able to hold herself as she did, so cautious and careful with him. To continue their slow and steady pace instead of melting back into him and lighting herself on fire just to see his eyes glow in the lights of the crackling flames.

Brooke’s red door appeared far too slowly in her opinion, but she had always believed in the saying ‘Better late than never’.

“I’ll have your car fixed by tomorrow. No charge.”

Brooke frowned, “Lucas, you can’t do that. I’m not gonna make you work for free, and we both know I can pay for it.”

“It’s the least I can do.”

Well. He had her there. She shrugged.

“I’ll just make a donation to Keith and the shop, then.”

“Brooke —”

“It’s the least I can do.”

She cursed him and that stupid, addicting fond look in his eyes. God. Lucas made it too easy to want him again, which was exactly why she was hesitant to call him.

“Deal, then.” He offered her his hand. She shook it firmly, holding his gaze even when her grip softened and he kept her fingers in his.

“I should get inside,” Brooke said, finally, “We’ve got school tomorrow.”

Lucas nodded, releasing her at last.

“Goodnight, pretty girl.”

The breath shook in her throat when she inhaled. Before she had time to overthink it, Brooke leaned in and pressed a kiss against Lucas’s cheek.

“Goodnight, Luke,” she whispered. Then she was gone, out of the truck and disappearing behind the red door, wondering whether or not she would regret that in the morning.