#please help me this show has me in a chokehold and i NEED TO TALK ABOUT IT

[fruitynancywheeler]

starting a show with my roomies is all fun and games until i hyper fixate on it and want to binge it but they are not home and i would feel like i am betraying them if i continue without them

[reevesdriver]

Mr. Dutton (NSFW)

Summary: You're recently single and living in hotels so when you get talking to your long-term friend, Beth Dutton, she invites you to stay at the Dutton ranch where you suddenly become close to the man you crushed on as you grew up, John Dutton.

Word count: 2535

Reader: Female reader

Character(s): John Dutton

Warning(s): NSFW / 🔥🔥🔥 / Smut / Unprotected Sex / Age-Gap (Reader is of legal age) / Best Friends Dad / Save a horse you know the rest / Oral Sex (M & F Receiving) / Dickhead Ex-boyfriend / John is a strong man I just know it /

Support Me: Kofi

Part 2

(AN: This man, well, this series has me in a chokehold at the minute and there's a serious lack of Yellowstone fics so here you go have some daddy Dutton🥵.)

Splitting from your useless excuse of an ex was proving to be the best thing you ever did. Even if you didn't have a place to stay and a boot full of your belongings your happiness was improving already. Your long-term friend, Beth Dutton, had invited you out for dinner and when she heard of your current hotel-staying situation she invited you back to her family ranch to stay.

You declined at first, not wanting to be in the way, but when she asked you for a ride back to the ranch and made you come inside for another drink you conveniently got talking to her father about the situation and when John Dutton said you could stay who were you to refuse?

“Thank you for letting me stay Mr Dutton."

“You can call me John, darlin’. We’ve known each other long enough to keep up the formalities.”

“Told you he wouldn’t mind.” Beth smiled as she looked up from her food. Gator had prepared a meal for the three of you since Jamie was working and Kayce and his family wanted to spend some time to themselves so John let you take his youngest sons seat next to him.

“It should only be for a few weeks. Until I can sort out a place of my own, if there’s anything that needs doing please let me know. I don’t wanna be wandering around doing nothing whilst everyone else is working.”

“We could probably use some help keeping the place tidy but I’ll see if Rip needs any help too.”

“Thanks Beth.”

Later in the day Beth showed you to your room and after John insisted on helping you bring the boxes of your belongings up you got settled for the night. The room that had been given to you was large, definitely the largest room you'd ever stayed in, and as you hung your clothes up in the double-wardrobe you peered out of the window and across the ranch taking in the sights.

It had been a few years or so since you'd had the chance to come back to the Dutton ranch. Between working and dealing with your ex it became almost impossible to have any time to yourself let alone with your friends. Fortunately you remained in touch with Beth and despite you not being able to meet up like you used to you were thankful that she was understanding.

You sighed. You hadn't thought about your ex since walking out of the relationship after you found out he was cheating and you were annoyed that after a few weeks he decided to plague your mind now when you were trying to start fresh. As if on queue your phone pinged with a text from said ex and you felt the tears start to well up in your eyes as you saw the brief begging message he'd said. A gentle knock on the open bedroom door brought your attention away from your phone screen.

"You alright?" Johns soft voice filled the room as he stood cautiously in the doorway.

You sniffled a little bit and wiped the corners of your eyes before nodding. "Yeah I will be." You turn to face him. "Thank you for letting me stay John, it really means a lot to me."

"You don't need to thank me darlin', you're welcome here anytime. I'm headin' to bed but if you need anything then come and wake me alright?" He says and you nod in understanding. "Make sure you get some rest."

John turned and left the doorway, closing the door behind him he left you in peace as you continued to put your clothes away. When you finished you picked up your phone, blocked your ex and climbed under the sheets after turning the light off.

The following morning the Duttons woke before you did and made their way downstairs. Beth made herself a drink and then sat at the dining table immediately digging in to the food that Gator had put out for them. Soon after, her father followed and took his seat at the head of the table with his own drink.

“Is she still asleep?” John asks, referring to you and Beth nods. “I was thinking of getting her set up in the stables, she was always good with grooming the horses so figured that’s a good place to start.”

Beth agreed and soon they fell into silence, silence that was soon interrupted by Beths phone pinging. When she checked it a smile crossed her face and soon she was standing up and excusing herself for the rest of the morning. Shortly after Beth had left you'd woke and quickly got dressed after checking the time. It was still early morning but you didn't want to start sleeping in especially since you offered to help around the ranch.

Exiting the bedroom you made your way through the house and eventually to the dining room where you saw John sat at the table on his own. "I was wondering when you would be making an appearance." He greeted you with a smile. Gator was bringing more plates of food to the table, toast, bacon, eggs etc and you felt like you were in heaven.

"That was probably the best night sleep I've had in a while." You smiled and took the seat that you had sat in the night before. "I hope I didn't get up too late."

John laughed. "Darlin' you're up earlier than I thought you would be anyway so it's fine."

"You got any jobs for me today?"

"Actually yes, i want you to groom the horses if you're up to it, they haven't been bathed in a while and even though the men in the bunkhouse are capable they never get them looking like you did."

You happily agree and think back to all the times you spent with Johns horses, brushing their mains and fur, bathing them and just overall paying as much attention to them as possible. John always watched you from a distance since he had other things to be taking care of but when you stopped coming around he started to notice that the horses looked dirtier and never seemed to be as clean as they used to be.

Finishing off your breakfast you started the day with choosing a horse and hosing them down before washing and drying them. You brushed their fur, main and platted their tail before mucking out their stable and then moving on to the next one. By the end of the week you'd cleaned up a handful of the horses and had been introduced to the new workers like Jimmy and reacquainted with the old ones like Lloyd and Rip who you'd come to miss. You helped out where you could but when Friday night hit you were glad to have been told to rest over the weekend by John.

Your old cowboy boots had rubbed your feet raw as it had been so long since you'd last worn them. When you entered the house you kicked off your boots and carried them upstairs to your room sitting on the edge of the bed you removed your socks and frowned at the redness of your feet. As the sun set you undressed and showered before returning to the bedroom and climbing into bed. Not a minute or so after your head hit the pillow your phone pinged.

Sitting up you were curious as to who could be texting you, that was until you saw the 13 missed calls and around 50 texts from an unknown number. Your stomach dropped, it was your ex and the messages ranged from "I miss you" to "Go fuck yourself" as well as. few others thrown in here and there for good measure. You skimmed the messages quickly when another one came through "I can see that you've read my messages, fucking reply to me." and with that you blocked the number and turned off your phone.

All the work you'd done over the past few days didn't seem to have affected you anymore since you'd gone from being on the verge of falling asleep to wide awake in a matter of minutes. You tossed and turned in bed trying to fall asleep but after 2 hours had passed you gave up.

Leaving the bedroom you stepped into the surprisingly warm hallway and made your way to the staircase. Peering over the bannister you saw John who looked comfortable for once, normally any time you'd seen him he was tense but now, sat in front of the lit fire with a tumbler of Whiskey on the side table and his feet up on the coffee table he looked relaxed. “What’re you doing up?” You ask after glancing at the clock on the wall.

“I could ask you the same thing.” He replies looking up from his book as you descended the staircase.

“Can’t sleep, mind if I grab a book and join you?”

“Help yourself.” He replies and you smile. John watches from his position on the couch as you turn and head towards the bookcases. He watches you skim the leather bound books for a title that piqued your interest. Reaching up for a familiar title and raising up onto your tip-toes makes your oversized t-shirt rise up your thighs and stop just under your ass. John struggles not to choke on his drink as he drags his eyes up your thighs and catches a glimpse of your laced underwear peaking from underneath the baggy t-shirt.

After grabbing a book you quietly made yourself a drink from the bar and took a seat on the couch next to John as he topped up his glass with the opened bottle of Whiskey next to him. “Whatcha reading?” He asks with genuine curiosity. You flashed him the cover of the book and he recognised the title. “Good choice.” He smiles and you smile back.

Sitting down on the couch next to him you made sure to leave some room between the both of you. Your legs were bent at the knee and tucked up next to you and it didn’t take long until you started rubbing at the sore areas of your feet. The action didn’t go unnoticed and soon John broke the silence. “Your feet hurting you?”

“Yeah, been a while since I’ve worn my boots. Think they need breaking in again or I need a new pair.” You laugh.

“Here, let me.” He says extending his hand out to you and you knew better than to argue with him. Lifting your feet you drop them into his lap gently, the fabric of his jeans rubbing against the backs of your legs. Suddenly it took you much longer to finish a page as your mind kept wandering to Johns calloused hand rubbing your feet as he continued to read his book, stopping occasionally to take a sip of his drink.

His lap was warm, his jeans felt nice and rough and as his hand traced the bottom of your foot up to your ankle you felt the growing rigid length of his cock press against the side of your foot. Your eyes were no longer focused on the book and instead you peered over the pages to look at your best friends dad as you gently tilted your foot towards his crotch. Johns breath caught in his throat, his rough hand grabbed your ankle and he looked over to you. "Be careful darlin', I don't want you doing something you'll regret." He spoke before moving your feet off of his lap so he could stand up.

You watched as John grabbed the now empty bottle of Whiskey and passed round the back of the couch, leaving the room and entering the kitchen. Thoughts raced around your head and after deciding on what to do you opted to go with the idea that would hopefully release the pulsing between your legs. Standing from the couch you shimmied your lacy underwear down your hips and let them drop to your feet before picking them up and walking over to the book that John was reading.

You dropped the flimsy fabric on-top of the closed book, grabbed your glass and walked past John to the kitchen as he made his way back to the couch. You poured another drink and barely had time to take a sip when heavy footsteps stopped at the doorway of the kitchen. “You forget something sweetheart?” John says and you smirk. Turning to face him you see your underwear gripped in one of his calloused hands.

“I didn’t forget anything sir.” You reply. He lets out a hoarse laugh and closes the distance between the pair of you. Your back is pressed against the counter and John is pressed up against your front peering down at you with a smirk.

"You're a little tease aren't you."

"Only for you." You reply and he laughs again.

"Beth'll kill you if she finds out, hell I think she'd kill the both of us."

"We best hurry up then whilst we have an empty house."

Lifting you up onto the counter John parts your legs and kisses the inside of your thighs before devouring your cunt. One of your hands found the back of his head and you ran your fingers through his hair as he continued to lap and suck at your clit, his rough hands that were delicately rubbing your feet moments ago now roughy grabbing at your thighs to keep you steady.

Your thighs threatened to trap his face as he made you cum with his tongue and soon you were jumping down off the counter and dragging John back to the couch. Shoving him down you dropped to your knees with a crack and made quick work at unbuttoning his jeans freeing his cock from the confines of his underwear. You licked the tip before drawing it into your mouth and using your spit to soak his shaft.

His hand is resting on the back of your head as it bobbed whilst you sucked his cock. You always assumed that since John was a tall man he would have the cock to match and you were pleasantly surprised to find that it was true. When your jaw started hurting from shoving his girth between your lips you stood and straddled his thighs wasting no time in lowering yourself down on his cock.

John lifted up your t-shirt and took a nipple into his mouth roughly sucking it as you bounced on his lap, his hands moved to grip your hips as your cunt swallowed his thick cock with every rise and fall of your body. Cumming on his cock John wasn't far behind you, his laboured breathing urged you to push through the burning sensation in your thighs to bring him to his high. Pushing you roughly against his thighs John held you in place as he came, pulsing thick ropes of cum deep inside you.

"Looks like you still have it in you old man." You laugh trying to catch your breath.

"I'll show you more of what an old man can do."

[mackjlee9]

Gally x Top!Male!Reader [Smut]

Warning; dom bottom gally x sub top reader, I'm still getting used to writing smut about Will/any character of his, also yeah the 'look at me' dialogue has me in a chokehold ✌😛

Masterlist.

The Maze Runner

Requested by call me cal on Quotev.

It hasn't been that long since (M/n) and Gally first discussed this matter, they had talked many times about the right time and right moment before moving forward on their relationship, and arriving at the Safe Haven helped them decide, but with days turning into weeks, and weeks into months the idea was fading.

They had been pretty busy helping build houses for everyone, or for the majority, with new survivors coming in every other week it was hard to keep up.

But now, things had been settling down quite well, and people were working around making stuff easier for them and everyone involved in the building process. Which was certainly a relief. Especially so when Gally and he had been granted a room for them to live together.

It was pretty well known around that they were dating, and nobody judged them, so both of them had built their place in the span of a week, finally having a place to call their home. It was small, but it was theirs, that's all that mattered to them.

...And how separated it was from the rest of the shacks and huts near the shore.

(M/n) didn't know it would happen that night and this way, but here they were. Gally had him pinned down to the bed, he had no idea what happened to Gally and why he was suddenly so sure about this whole ordeal, however, he wasn't exactly opposed to it. But it was a little too much for the first time going so far when it came to intimacy.

His mind was clouded with pleasure, his eyes closed tightly as he trashed around, his hands gripping the sheets under him and turning his head to muffle his moans and groans on the pillow. (M/n) was just too overwhelmed, his body shaking and shivering every time Gally moved even an inch, feeling like his mind was going numb.

Gally really enjoyed watching (M/n) writhe under him, observing how he struggled to hold onto the last bit of sanity he had, but this wasn't enough for him, he wanted more, he needed to see and hear more of him.

He had to stare into his glossy (e/c) eyes, taking in the expression of pleasure mixing with pain on his tear-stained face, he wanted to witness it all.

Gally leaned forward, both of his hands placed on either side of (M/n)'s head, his heavy green gaze staring at him, subtly nibbling his bottom lip for a moment, "Look at me, (M/n)..." He whispered with a soft tone, but the (h/c) haired male didn't hear him, too focused on the feeling of Gally's walls tightening around his sensitive cock.

His jaw clenched and he lifted a hand off the bed, reaching to hold (M/n)'s chin, forcing him to face him as he whined from the pain.

"Look at me," this time, (M/n) began slowly opening his eyes, difficulty staring at Gally's expression through his clouded sight, making him grow a faint smirk, "There you go, that's more like it," with those words, he soon began moving his hips slowly down against (M/n)'s, grinding back and forth, in circles or just slightly lifting them before going back down, barely pulling a couple inches of (M/n)'s cock out of him, making him cry out.

Gally watched with a smirk how (M/n) whined and whimpered, feeling how he tried to raise his hips in a desperate attempt at getting the blond to stop teasing him.

"Gally, please- please, let me cum... I wanna c-cum..." Tears dripped down his face, his hand releasing the sheets and gripping onto Gally's thighs tightly, surely leaving bruises that would show tomorrow.

He let out a breathy chuckle, holding back a moan as his hand moved to hold (M/n)'s hair, gripping it and pulling it, making him tilt his head back with a grunt, his body jerking at the pain on his scalp.

Gally leaned down, closer to his face, their breaths mixing, "You wanna cum, hm?"

(M/n)'s eyes stared into Gally's, a glint of something swirling in them, something he wanted to hear, "Yes, please-," he muttered with a broken voice, his whole body heating up as he tried to hold back his orgasm as his lover hummed, questioningly.

"Have you been good?" He nodded frantically, or as much as he could with Gally's grip still in his hair.

"I-I have, I've been good, Gally... Fuck- please, I need to... Need to cum in-inside you, can I cum inside you, please?" He did not care how desperate and whiny he sounded, he was desperate, his cock throbbed and leaked with each passing second, moaning whenever Gally moved the slightest bit on top of him.

And well, hearing (M/n) begging so nicely and looking so pretty covered in sweat and tears, he couldn't say no now, could he?

Releasing a quiet hum again, Gally released his hold on his (curly/wavy/straight) hair, leaning back and holding himself up on (M/n)'s thighs, exposing all of himself to his lover.

(M/n)'s eyes stared with hunger at the way Gally's hole wrapped around his cock, moaning and biting his bottom lip harshly, before his sight lifted enough to see his twitching cock, the tip a bright red as pre-cum oozed from his slit, staining his abdomen.

"Alright then," he spoke, a choked moan escaping him, "Fill me up, (M/n)~."

Fucking hell, Gally...

[dira333]

Dress Shopping - Kankuro - Baby Series part 1

Thanks to @neonrogueraven for reminding me of Kankuro

“How many dresses are there?” Kankuro asks, leaning back in his chair. 

You’re on the other side of the door and from what he can hear, getting dressed seems to be an intense workout.

“Five. And a jumpsuit.”

“A jumpsuit?!”

“I know,” you whine, “But Temari ordered it and she’s got style.”

“She doesn’t,” he insists, turning when he hears a telltale sound. “Babe, Kanzo woke up.”

“Can you pick him u-”

“Already on it,” he moves through the room in two steps. His son’s chubby arms are already outstretched, waiting for him to pick him up.

“Did you sleep well, buddy?” Kankuro asks, rubbing his thumb along the creases in his chubby cheek.

Kanzo’s response is a gurgling sound, which is not quite laughter but happy enough.

“Did you make a stink?” He asks next, lifting the boy to sniff his behind. “Oh yeah, you made a big stink.”

Kanzo makes another sound, clearly pleased that he got him there.

“I’m changing his diaper,” he calls out to you, lifting Kanzo onto the table, “Just in case you’re already in that dreaded thing.”

“Don’t worry, this thing has too many strings. I’ll need a minute or two.”

“Strings? What did Tem buy you this time? Haven’t you learned from your own wedding?”

He can hear your laughter through the door, his favorite sound next to Kanzo’s little gurgle.

“In my defense, I looked amazing in that dress.”

“You absolutely did, but it was a pain in the ass to get you out of it.”

“Ah, you will not like this jumpsuit then.”

Kankuro can hear the door slide open, has half the mind to pick Kanzo up as he turns. His son doesn’t mind hanging bare-assed in the air, but maybe he’s also a little distracted by your sight like he is.

The jumpsuit’s dark purple with black accents, matching his face paint and usual uniform, and it hugs you in all the right places. You might complain sometimes about how you still haven’t lost all of the pregnancy weight but if you’d ask him you’d never looked better.

“Your arms look amazing in this,” he stutters, realizing what you meant with “strings”. Like hundreds or thousands of glittering purple snakes, strings of fabric twist around your arms. “You could keep me in a chokehold in that outfit and I wouldn’t complain.”

You snort. “You’re an idiot.”

“And you married me.”

“That I did. I know you like me in everything and a garbage bag, but should I wear this to the wedding?”

“Absolutely not,” Kankuro shakes his head for good measure, “You’re not allowed to leave this house wearing that.”

You laugh. “Oh, it’s like that? Alright, I’ll try one of the dresses next. But first-” You cross the room to squish Kanzo’s cheeks, dropping a wet kiss on his nose. The boy gurgles excitedly, wiggling in Kankuro’s grip.

“And I don’t get a kiss?” He asks, grinning when you lean in to kiss him as well.

-

“This is the last one,” you declare from behind the door. There’s exhaustion laced into your voice. 

“Look, if this one isn’t the right one either I can go out and buy something else. I know what you like.”

“Yeah, but Temari ordered them especially for the wedding, I don’t want to show up in something else. You know how bossy she can get about these things.”

“It’s not even her own wedding,” Kankuro reminds you. “It’s important that you feel good and that the bride is okay with it.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” It’s quiet for a moment. He can hear you shuffle around and Kanzo’s snuggled into his side, chewing on one of the rings Gaara bought him to help with teething. 

“What do you think?” He asks his son, knowing he’ll most likely not get a coherent answer. “Dress number three was pretty, right?”

“Wrong color,” you remind him.

“I was talking to Kanzo,” He props up his son, mimicking the voice he imagines he’ll have one day. “I think Mommy looked amazing in it. She should keep it for playtime.”

“I don’t think that dress is appropriate for playtime,” you declare, pushing the door open.

Kankuro turns and his jaw slackens. Kanzo, seizing the opportunity, sticks his hand inside his father’s mouth.

“That bad?” You ask, giggling as he sputters around Kanzo’s clammy fingers.

“That’s the dress,” he insists, “It’s perfect.”

“You think so?” You twirl once and he’s already up, catching your hand and pulling you in.

“Definitely. I’d marry you again in this one.”

Kanzo blows a raspberry and you lift him out of Kankuro’s grasp, cuddling him close.

“You think so too? Well, if both my boys agree, I guess I finally have a dress to wear.”

-

“Where’s my favorite sister?” Temari asks, pulling you in. “Which dress did you pick?”

“It’s a surprise,” Kankuro insists from behind you, Kanzo tied to his front.

Temari sticks her tongue out at him before leaning in to tickle Kanzo’s cheeks. He squeals excitedly and so does she.

“My favorite nephew,” she declares, before winking at Gaara. “So far.”

[killmongerskeeper]

Crashing Waves // Chapter 1 // Namor

Pairing: Namor X POC Reader

Warning: SPOILERS If you haven't seen Black Panther 2 / Violence

A/N: Time to roll out the Namor fics! Because that man had me in a chokehold!

Chapter 2

You were fuming. Stuck on this stupid military site in the middle of the fucking ocean with two people pole who have no idea what they're getting themselves into. Taking a student's science fair project is one thing, but actually stumbling across vibranium in the middle of the ocean. Yeah that's not good. You have to keep it out of the wrong hands. You promised Shuri. Even if you had to use your powers to do so. 

T'Challa calls it being gifted. You call it being cursed. Being able to manipulate things telepathically. Force fields, mind control and shit. Nothing too extreme like Wanda Maximoff. More of a simplified version. Only difference is you can see through other people's eyes. 

Shuri always wanted to see you do it in person. Wakanda has done so much for you. Saved your life when Killmonger took over, treated your stab wound from battle, and offered their home to you. I made new friends and found a family. You owe them your life. Queen Ramonda, Shuri, T'Challa. The least you could do was help protect what was theirs

"We should leave it alone! You and everyone else heard what the queen of Wakanda said. We can't just go around stealing their resources!" You shouted as the general stood with his arms crossed. 

"Vibranium could be what this nation needs to prevent war. And it's right here at the bottom of the ocean." The other agent spoke and you snapped your head in her direction.

"Taking the vibranium will start a war! Are you guys that dense?" You shouted and then she stood holding her hands out to calm you down.

"Professor. Y/N. Please we are too close to pull back now. The vibranium is right there." She tried to reason with you but you knew the consequences behind this. Especially after hearing the queen's threat. You knew better than to take it lightly. 

"And what if the Wakandans show up. If they decide to take more of a lethal approach? That is a war you won't win." You told her as the general walked closer to the two of you.

"Professor, we brought you out here to help us find and secure the vibranium given your abilities. What we didnt bring you here for was to give us a pep talk. Now if you won't help us, you can go back to that classroom at that university."

It's true they came to you because of your experience with Wakanda and the folklore you grew up on. With you knowing the history of Wakanda and vibranium, you were a perfect pick. You didn't however expect them to actually find it. 

"My pep talk just might save your ass, general. I'm not talking for my health. You wanted me here because I've been there, I know them. Now I'm trying to help you BECAUSE I've been there. This will not end well for you." You sneered in defiance and he scoffed. 

"Fine. We won't need you up here. Take her to her room, and keep her there." You raised an eyebrow as a soldier grabbed your arm, dragging you out the room. 

"Ross will hear about this!" 

After a couple minutes descending the stairs you were now locked in your room with the soldier standing guard at the door. 

"Fucking asshole!" You shouted as you slid your back down the wall to sit on the floor while you held up your hand. The green hue danced around your brown fingers as you stared into the small void it created. You smiled at the memory you had stored away from when you revealed this to Shuri and T'Challa for the first time. How they asked you to stay in Wakanda with them. As much as you wanted to stay, you had to decline because you couldn't leave your younger brother behind. But now your brother is in college and T'Challa is gone. You should've been there. With them. To console them as they did you when your mother died.

"They're making a mistake! War with Wakanda isn't a good thing!" You shouted at the guard and he waved you off. They could be coming for me, you know? I could've contacted them about the vibranium you guys found down there!" You lied through your teeth and grinned when that caught his attention. He turned to you with a horrified stare and you shrugged. 

"They are my friends, you know." You started as you stood on your feet walking towards the door. He went to speak before a couple of gunshots rang out and we both froze. 

"Did you really contact the Wakandans?" He asked with fear laced in his voice. 

"Um no. I was bullshitting you actually. Are we under attack?" You questioned and he readied his weapon before taking a deep breath. 

"Stay here." He said and you shrugged. 

"Not like I have a choice. Wait, don't leave me down here!" You screamed after him as he went to investigate what was going on. You quickly locked the door and shot out a small green sphere into his back as he disappeared up the stairs where you couldn't see him anymore. Closing your eyes your vision was replaced with the soldier's as he slowly approached the top. The general was now a dead man as he hung from the wall by a spear. He looked up into the sky in time to see the chopper get thrown into the ocean.

The soldier's breathing became irregular as he began to panic so you decided to speak to him. "Relax, just hurry up and radio for help." He jumped a bit, startled by the voice in his head and he sighed. 

"I forgot you could do that." He mumbled as he went for the general's radio. "Mayday. We're under attack at the vibranium site. Send a strike team now."

"Copy that. Do you recognize the assailants?" Another voice asked and he looked around. "Wakandans."

"No. These aren't Wakandans." You said and the soldier frowned. 

"Then who-" Without warning your vision came back to you causing you to fall over. The soldier is dead. You sat up to catch your breath as you stared at the door.

"Who the fuck-" you started before the sound of the steps reached your ears. You quickly stood with your arm stretched out aiming at the door ready for whoever it may be. The knob turned once before complete silence engulfed the room. You held my stance as some curls fell in your face. Whatever it is, you're ready for it.

[joshym]

No Hands: Part 2

Pairings: Josh Kiszka x f!Reader

Summary: You had your turn, now it's his.

Word Count: 3k+

Read part one.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY mentions of poor body image, light bondage, use of mouth gag, fingering, oral (f!rec), unprotected p in v sex, a little degradation, some slight edging, overstimulation, slight choking, squirting, lots of dirty talk, some fluff, Joshs white satin scarf (please let me know if I missed anything, lol)

a/n: the first part of this little story had me in chokehold (pun intended) & I knew I had to continue it.

so, with that said,

ENJOY.

“Put this on. You have five minutes. I’ll be right back.”

He dug down deep in your closet to find it. The thing that makes him lose all sensibility, that brings out the feral animal in him that fucks you until you’re near tears.

The dress. 

The one that gets you in trouble. The good kind.

He’s home on a quick break from tour, and every night has been full of passion and desire for one another. 

He leaves again tomorrow morning, so you know he’s got something quite special planned for you on this last night together at home.

You quickly put it on as soon as he leaves the room, looking at yourself in the mirror. Your body has always made you a little insecure, but the way this dress fits you…it’s no wonder Josh can’t keep composure. The most beautiful parts of your body are accentuated, and you especially love the fact that the hem barely hits your upper thighs. 

Josh has never been shy of expressing his undying love for you, for your body. He practically worships you, kissing the ground on which you walk after each step you take. He makes you feel like a divine being among mortals. The attention he gives to your body, and the extra attention he gives to the things you don’t love about it…how you could ever doubt your beauty is beyond his way of thinking.

You sit on the edge of the bed as you await your lover, thinking about the way he looked today against the sun. 

He’d spent all day outside putting together your new backyard furniture and as you brought him drinks, you couldn’t help but admire him. How his honey skin was glowing in the rays, how the peach fuzz on his chest sparkled as sweat droplets glistened and caught the light, and how each goosebump beautifully decorated his skin when he poured water on his head to cool off. 

God, he’s beautiful. Fucking immaculate. And he’s yours. 

You hear his feet padding up the stairs. Your heart begins racing as you know you’re in for it due to his special choice of wardrobe for you.

As he makes his way through the door frame, you stand up to put yourself on display for him in his favorite dress of yours.

He stands there for a moment, drinking you in. 

His hands hold a beautiful white, silken scarf. 

Your heart skips a beat as you’re flooded with a memory. 

“Maybe next time, you’re the one that can’t use your hands. Maybe we tie them behind your back. How does that sound, hm?”

“Fuck, sweetheart. A sight for sore eyes, you are. Spin around for me, baby. Let me get a good look at you.”

You slowly turn your body, lifting your dress slightly so your ass cheeks just barely peek out the bottom.

“That’s my good girl. Always love to give me a little show, yeah? Perfect. Fucking perfect.” he says as he walks up to you.

He cups your face with one hand while the other drags the scarf along your thighs. 

“Look what I have for you. A pretty scarf for my pretty girl who is such a slut for me and my hands.”

He takes your bottom lip between his teeth, biting almost hard enough to draw blood as he swallows your every moan.

“Remember your little game?” 

“Yes, Joshy..” you say, your voice soft with lust and need.

“Remember what I promised you?”

“Yes, baby.”

“And what was my promise?”

He grabs your jaw, turning your face up to meet his.

“That you’re going to tie my hands behind my back, so I can’t use them.”

“That’s right, my darling.” 

His hand moves from your jaw to the pulse point of your neck, squeezing it deliciously before he lifts you up and puts you on the bed.

He stands there looking at you all laid out for him, marveling at you while he bites his bottom lip. His eyes are heavy, so full of desire for you that your heart swells as you feel like the most beautiful creature in his presence. 

You spread your legs just a little, but enough to reveal that you opted out of anything underneath the dress. 

“No panties, huh?” he says through the grin adorning his luscious lips. “My dirty, sluty girl.”

“I’m not sluty.” 

“Yes, yes you are, darling. A slut for me.”

You can’t even deny him, and your cheeks flush at his words.

You are a slut for him. His slut. You’d do anything he’d ask you, and he knows it.

He puts the silk scarf around his neck before slowly crawling up your body. He attaches his plush lips your chest, licking up to your collar bone that he grazes with his teeth. 

“You’ll let me know if it’s too much, okay?” he says softly against your ear.

You’re too caught up in the way he feels to be able to respond, so you simply nod your head to let him know you understand.

He removes the scarf from around his neck, dragging it across your lips, down your chest, descending further to embrace every curve of your body. The soft satin like honey gliding across your warm skin as it melts into you with its gentle touch.

He dips it slowly between your legs, pulling on it ever so slightly as it skates across your drenched core.

Your body weakens with each pull of the scarf, becoming encompassed with red hot desire as the fabric lightly tugs on your throbbing clit.

He sits up on his knees between your legs.

"Hands."

You obey, putting your arms in front of you, fingers intertwined together.

He kisses each wrist as he begins tying the scarf around them. Dark eyes full of lust and need locked with yours.

One knot, two knots...

He pulls on it, ensuring it’s tight enough.

“Feel okay, darling?” 

“It’s perfect.” 

Your voice is noticeably shaky. This is new territory for you, but the thought of being inhibited this way, giving him all the control while you haven’t the use of your hands…it’s elating.

He places sweet kisses down your arms, moving to your hips as he plays with the floral fabric hugging you.

“Fuck…I will never get enough of this little ensemble on you…” 

He begins bunching the fabric up your hips, knuckles white from the grip he has.

“...and I’ll never get tired of fucking you in it.”

His head dips down as you feel his breath against your wetness, causing you to buck your hips into his face to chase any sort of contact. 

He places his hand on your hip to hold you still.

“Patience, my dear. I’ll give you what you want.”

You reach your tied hands down to grip his hair, when he suddenly lifts away from you.

“Well, this simply won’t do.”

He unties your wrists.

“These need to be behind you. Don’t want them getting in the way, now do we?”

You lift up, moving your arms behind and allowing him to secure them before you lay back down.

With your hands now behind you, being held down by your own weight on your back, you truly are helpless against his will.

He returns to his position between your legs, kissing your thighs as you squirm under him. 

Out of instinct, you attempt to move your arms, realizing you can’t.

He feels you tense up. “Hm, seem to have found yourself in a little predicament, darling?”

Something about losing the ability to use your hands, how it nearly leaves you fully to his whim. He can do whatever he wants to you, and you’re going to fucking let him.

He looks up at you with hungry eyes. He wants it as bad as you do, but he’s loving taunting you, feeling your body trembling beneath him, making you desperate for him.

He giggles at your state, lips just out of reach from where you crave them the most.

“You want it? Want me to taste you?”

“Please, Josh…I want it so bad.”

“Hm, I’m not convinced. Need you to be a little more detailed.” he says as he licks along your inner thigh.

He wants you to beg. And you’ll do whatever it takes. Your need for him grows by the second.

“Please taste me, baby. I’m so fucking ready for you…please, I need you so bad. Need to feel your tongue on me. Need you to suck me, eat me, anything baby please, I can’t handle it.”

“Ah, there she is. That sweet voice begging for me to do such filthy things.”

He nudges your clit with his nose before fucking into you with his tongue, lapping inside of you, keeping his nose pressed against your clit as it follows the movements of his tongue.

His strong hands have a tight hold on your hips to keep you still. He feels you continue to tense under him, knowing how badly you want to move. He groans into you and the vibrations of his voice add another layer of intensity and hurl you closer and closer to your sweet release.

“Josh, Josh oh my god…fuck it feels so fucking good I’m-I’m so close Josh FUCK…”

He smiles against your swollen pussy as his tongue is buried inside of you.

Your stomach is tightening, your skin on fire and drenched with sweat. You’re suddenly very much aware of the fact that you can’t use your hands and it’s near torture to not be able to pull his hair and force his face even harder into you. 

His lips close around your clit, sucking it into his mouth, forcing the knot in your belly to break instantly. You scream incoherencies, your body almost entirely numb. 

“There you go, darling, there you go.”

He works you through it perfectly, bringing you back to earth with gentle kisses to your throbbing clit.

He lifts his head up. His lips swollen and pink, glistening wet from you.

“Goddamn, y/n…” he moves to kiss you, sticking his tongue deep in your mouth to give you a taste of yourself. “...you are fucking delectable, aren’t you? I could stay between those pretty legs all fucking day, make you cum just like that over and over again.”

You whimper in his mouth as he swallows every sound you make.

“Josh, please…I want to touch you…”

“Awh, my sweet girl can’t play her own game, can she?”

You want to run your hands all over him. His skin that’s sticky with perspiration, his muscles that tense under your fingers, you need to feel him. 

The corner of his mouth curls up in his tantalizing smile that sends a pool of wetness flooding to your core. “I got this pretty scarf just for you, darling. It’d be such a shame to not use it somewhere.”

You bite your lip hard in anticipation of whatever his sinister mind is brewing. 

“Should we shove it in your gorgeous mouth?”

Fuck. The thought alone has you tightly clamping your thighs together in need of any sort of friction.

“Oh. You liked that, didn’t you?” 

He gently lifts you up, brushing your messy hair down with his fingers before carefully untying your binds.

“Joshy…” 

“Yes, darling?”

Your freed hands instantly latch onto his body. Feeling all over his toned frame, pulling him closer to lick up his stomach to his gorgeous pecs, kissing his hardened nipple. He throws his head back as a beautiful moan sounds from his throat. 

“I want you to gag me with it, Josh.” You flick his nipple with your tongue before sitting up on your knees, looking him in his lust laden eyes. “I want you to fuck me with it shoved down my throat.” 

He grips your hips hard, pulling your body against his. “You dirty, sluty little girl. Your wish is my command, my queen.”

He kisses you deeply, then brings the scarf up to your mouth. “Open, my darling.”

You open your mouth, tongue laid out flat as he slowly shoves the silk all the way inside. You feel the material slide closer and closer to the back of your throat, triggering your gag reflex as he fits the rest of it inside. 

“That feel okay, my love?” 

Having lost yet another ability, this time the one to speak, you simply nod.

“You’re so filthy, my pretty girl.” He shoves his hand between your legs, fingers dipping inside of you and bringing them to your swollen clit. “Your sweet cunt all soaked from having a gag in your mouth, yeah? God, I fucking love you.” 

He turns you around, keeping you up on your knees as you face away from him. His hands reach around, pulling your dress up to your lower belly, fingers gripping your hips as he pulls your ass against him.

“Ready for my cock, darling?” 

You nod and whine around the balled up scarf. He pulls his shorts down, his hard dick nudging your lower back. You can feel the precum against you and you’re wishing you could wrap your lips around his head to gather it up.

He wraps his hand around your throat as his dick teases your desperate pussy. You want, no, you need him inside. You need to feel the burning stretch of him so badly. You grind your dripping cunt against him, trying anything to force him inside. 

You hear him ‘tsk’ in your ear. “I love your needy little cunt.” 

He toys with you a bit longer before finally shoving himself all the way inside in one hard thrust. 

You’re nearly screaming against the satin filling your mouth. The sting of his cock is a welcome pain as you finally feel full of him.

He starts slow, pumping himself at an excruciating pace to hear the lewd, wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of you. “Listen to that, baby. Your sweet, wet cunt singing for my cock. The most beautiful sound.”

He sends a rather harsh thrust into you that nearly causes you to double over. 

He fucks into you harder, his hand still firm on your throat as his fingers of the other dig in to your hip. 

You want to scream his name. You want to tell him how fucking good he feels. But all you can do is whimper, scream and sob. And that you do.

He changes his pace as he swivels his hips, his cock pressed up against your sweet spot.

“You’re close, darling. This sweet pussy is getting so tight around me. You’re gonna make a mess, aren’t you?”

He knows you can’t talk, and he knows how bad you want to. Muffled moans are all you can muster as you're once again on the verge of release. 

“Come on, darling. Need to feel you cum pretty for me. All over my cock, sweet baby.”

He moves his hand from your throat, tracing down your body until the pads of his fingers find your clit. He flicks the hardened nub with his index finger, sending you crashing head first into your peak. 

Your body spasms. Your every extremity tingling. His name is the only word coming to the forefront of your mind, and you want to scream it from the top of your lungs.

He continues to relentlessly fuck you, chasing his own release. 

He reaches up to pull the scarf from your mouth. “Talk to me baby, let me hear that beautiful voice.”

“FUCK Josh! Josh oh my FUCK!” is all you can manage as you’re nearing overstimulation, but unable to care as your body is close to driving over the edge yet again.

“You’re gonna cum again, aren’t you? Sweet cunts been so spoiled today, hasn’t she?”

His voice is strained and breathy, telling you he’s nearing his end as his thrusts become sloppy. 

“Give it to me, baby. Fuck I need it so bad, y/n.”

The dam within you breaks, dousing his cock, your thighs, the bed sheets beneath you. 

He grabs hold of the strap of your dress, ripping it as he pounds himself into you.

“Holy fuck, y/n!” 

He thrusts into you a few more times before shooting his warm cum inside you, coating you deliciously.

You’re both breathless, exhausted in your fucked out states.

He pulls out of you slowly. You feel your wet release mixed with his instantly dripping down your thighs.

He gently lays you down on your back as he kisses you back to life.

“Oh my god, y/n.” he says with his lips against your chest. “You are so fucking magnificent. I can’t…I can’t believe how fucking glorious you are, my sweet baby.” 

You’re too worn to speak, so you simply smile and run your fingers through his sweaty hair. 

He lifts up to take hold of the scarf, bringing it down to clean the mess you both have made off of you. You wince a little at the contact, and he continues with a careful hand. 

He sets it next to you on the bed before laying down and pulling you on top of him as he continuously kisses your head, holding the torn strap of your dress in his hand.

You snicker in his chest, to which he hums in question.

“I think you may have actually broken me this time. Well, the dress, at least.”

He laughs while investigating the frayed fabric between his fingers.

“I don’t need this ratty, old thing. You’re fucking perfect. My beautiful, wonderful girl.”

The warmth of his arms pulls you into a deep sleep and he soon follows in suit.

You awake the next morning to him shuffling around the house. The band has their next performance tomorrow night and he has a flight to catch this morning. To no surprise, he’s running late.

“Can I help you with anything, Josh?” you say with sleep still laced on your voice. 

He finishes getting dressed, quickly making his way over to you to kiss you goodbye. You’re excited because you’ll be able to come to this show, but you’ll have to take a later flight as you have to get a few things sorted out at work first.

“No, I think I’ve got everything.” 

He packs the last few items in his suitcase, and just before he shuts it, he grabs the bunched up scarf sitting next to you on the bed and shoves it inside his luggage. 

“And just what do you think you’re doing with that?”

“This is coming with me. Who knows, I may even wear it on stage. Use it for good luck.” he says with a wink.

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[chapel-of-rizztual]

I've read so many headcanons about it today, I can't think anymore, so I'm coming with humble request, if you'd be interested - some seriously touch-starved Dew? Smut, fluff, fluffy smut...? Possibly with Copia (not sure if you write for him - if not, maybe Mountain or Cumulus)? Pls help this has me in a chokehold.

It wasn’t unusual for Dew to distance himself from the others. It wasn’t often, the closeness of the pack was something he found comfort in, but sometimes he just needed to be alone, to breath by himself. It never lasted long, a couple of days at most, before he was back in the arms and comfort of his pack. They’d all wait for him, giving him his space, as long it takes for him come back to them, because he always does. 

But this time it was different. Copia watched as Dew shuffled along the halls of the hotel, stumbling a little over his own feet. It had been weeks now, and Dew had yet to return to the pack. And he was struggling. Copia could see how tired he was, the dark circles under his eyes, movement’s slow, sluggish, all his energy being used on stage.    

He was about to say something, ask the ghoul if he needed help with anything, but the hotel door got slammed in his face before he could even open his mouth. There’s a hand squeezing at his shoulder and Copia turns around, looking up at Mountain. 

“He’s struggling. Without Aether, it’s hard for him.” 

Copia squeezes at Mountain’s hand, placing a kiss to his wrist. 

“I don’t- what can I do to help him?” 

“Just talk to him. We’ve all tired and got nowhere, maybe you’ll have more success.” 

Copia nods, placing another kiss to Mountain’s hand. 

“I will try.” 

Mountain gives him a nod before striding off towards his own room, pulling Rain along with him. 

Copia goes back to his own room, showering off the sweat from the show, giving Dew time to do the same. He waits another hour, scrolling through his phone mindlessly, just to be sure Dew will have settled for the night. He doesn’t bother dressing again, keeping the slightly too scratchy bathrobe on, before making his way back to the ghouls room.

He knocks on the door, a little too loudly, making himself jump. There’s no answer. He knocks again, pressing his ear to the door listening for any sign that there’s life. Silence. He knocks again. 

“Dew? Are you in there?” He knocks again, jiggling the door handle. The door opens. Copia raises an eyebrow, stepping in the room. 

“Dew?” He calls out again. “Are you okay? We are all worried about you.” 

There’s still no reply, not even a sound to indicate that Dew was even in the room. The bed was still made, Dew’s helmet and uniform strewn messily over the neat white sheets. The sound of the shower running distracts him, Turing his attention from the clothes to the closed door to his left. 

He doesn’t even knock, just pushes the door open, almost choking as the thick steam hits him in the face. He see Dew, sat with his knees to his chest on the shower floor.

“Dew?” Copia shuts the shower off, hissing as the scolding water runs down his arm. “How long have you been in here?” 

Dew looks up at him, a distant look in his eyes. “Papa?”

 Copia brushes some off the water from Dew’s face with his thumb. “Yeah? I’m here.” 

Dew doesn’t reply just lifts his arms up for Copia for pick him up. He does, picking the naked ghoul up with ease, despite the water making him slippery. Dew’s legs immediately wrap around his hips, his arms around his neck and buries his face into his neck with a small whimper. 

Copia runs a hand down his back, pressing a kiss to Dew’s shoulder. “I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you.”

 Copia carries him from the bathroom back to the bed, brushing Dew’s clothes onto the floor with one hand. He goes to lie Dew down on the bed but Dew let’s out a distressed chirp, his legs tightening around his hips.  “No-please- please don’t put me down.” He squeaks, clinging to him harder. 

“You don’t want to go to sleep?”  Dew shakes his head again Copia’s neck. “Don’t want you to let me go.”  Copia ribs at his back again. “I can stay with you if you want?” 

“Yes please.” Dew whisper so softly that Copia almost didn’t hear him. 

He turns the overhead light off, flicking a lamp on, and climbs onto bed, lying on his back holding Dew onto his side. 

Copia combs his finger through Dew’s damp hair hoping to get a purr out of him, but Dew just whines and wiggles against him uncomfortably. 

“What is it, little one. What is wrong?” Copia’s accent is thick with worry. 

Dew whines, burring his head into Copia’s chest. 

“Too far away.” 

Copia let’s put a confused sound. 

“Who is? Aether?” 

Dew shakes his head.

“You. Not close enough.” 

Copia chuckles at him. 

“We’re already so close I don’t think we can’t get any closer.” 

Dew whines, shaking his head, pushing his hand onto the slit of the robe to touch Copia’s bare chest. 

“Need to be closer.” 

Oh. Closer. Copia pulls the robe off as gently as he can, not wanting to dislodge Dew from his side, hoping that the skin to skin is what Dew wants. A happy thrill comes from Dew and he throws a skinny leg over Copia’s hip, burring himself deeper into the warmth of Copia. 

It doesn’t take for for to start wiggling again, a whine leaving his lips again. 

“Not close enough.” He looks up at Copia with tears welling in his eyes, chin wobbling. “Need to be closer.” 

“My darling, I don’t how much closer we can get.” 

Dew let’s out a small sob, resting his head on Copia’s chest. “Please. Need to be closer.” Copia feels tears drip onto his chest. “Closer-please Papa. Need you more.” Copia tightens his arms around Dew. “Baby, we can’t get any closer, we're already cuddled up as close as we can.”  Dew shudders a sob.“Papa, please- I need- please Papa.”  “Can I try something? Do you trust me?” 

Dew nods, sniffling slightly, looking up at Copia with wet eyes. 

Copia halls Dew fully on top of him, pulling each leg around his hips. 

“Keep your legs spread for me, okay.” 

Copia takes a second getting himself fully hard, he was already halfway there, having a warm naked body  pressed up against helped him out there. 

He licks two fingers, wiggles them between Dew’s legs, to his cunt, between his folds, making sure he’s wet. Dew squeaks at the touch, looking up at Copia with wide eyes. 

“I don’t- no sex.” There’s a slight panic in his voice. “I don’t want to have sex today.” 

“Oh I know.” Copia brushes a few stray hairs from Dew’s face. “No sex. I promise. We’ll just be close.” 

Dew nods, the slight panic draining from his face. 

“Wanna be close.” 

“You tell me if you don’t like it, okay? And I will stop.” 

Dew nods again, still looking up at Copia from behind his lashes. 

Copia rearranges Dew so his entrance his positions just over his cock, and he pushes in as slowly and as gently as he can. Dew’s eyes widen as Copia, pushes in, filling him out. Copia’s hands run up and down Dew’s back as he bottoms out and stills. 

Dew blinks owlishly at him, cheeks heating up.

“Oh.” 

Copia smiles up at him. 

“Yeah? This good? This okay?” 

Dew nods and Copia visibly see him relax, feeling him relax into his touch. 

“Yeah. This is good. S’nice.” “You wanna sit like this? Nice and close.”  Dew looks like he’s about to cry again. “So close, Papa.” 

“Yeah, yeah we are baby.” Copia scratches around the base of Dew’s horns. Dew rests his head on Copia's chest, his hands coming up to knead at his shoulders.  They lie in comfortable silence, both of them enjoying the closeness of each other, Copia’s hand roaming all over Dew’s back, drawing  nonsense patterns. Copia is just starting to drift off, thinking Dew already had, when a deep vibration shakes though his chest. He hears the loud motor-like rumbling echoing around the room so loudly the sound bounces from each wall. He smiles down at the small ghoul, unable to help himself. Dew’s purring. Finally. 

[rotatedaxis]

such love for "you're begging for tissues, all you get is confetti" like, you're in need of something so simple but you're given this ineffectual thing that can't actually help you at all. it just reads as your needs are forgotten or minimised to their smallest possible point and if that isn't being treated seriously then it's mocked or can be dealt with by something small. in line with the song, your nose is bleeding and the best thing for this is tissues, but all you have is confetti, just this little thing that really isn't going to help whatsoever but it's all the help you're gonna get. And the way this comes just after "but [your friends are] all bloodsucking vampires", just adds bc it's like, well they're getting something out of your struggles but you, it's safe to say, are not having a good time. it gives this impression of people taking joy in your suffering but acting as though they aren't or are doing the absolute barest minimum in giving something that might help but, in reality, doesn't, if anything makes it worse, emotionally-speaking.

and maybe it's just me, but the whole thing feels very defeated. like whoever the character of the song is, has just been putting up with all sorts of crap for however long and is just exhausted by it all, but cover it all up "wave hello 'cause nothing's wrong" and take their "heart off of their sleeve" and just act carefree and like everything's okay when nothing is, just bury it all, they don't "get tragic" anymore (perhaps suggesting that they, along with taking their heart off their sleeve, they don't show any of their emotions anymore)

. again, maybe it's me, but "i'm gonna die before you, it's the first race that i'll win" doesn't inspire a particularly hopeful ending and maybe that ties in with being carefree and "hectic", suddenly - people who know it'll be over soon tend feel okay about it, without getting too deep into it right here right now.

maybe, the whole lot reads as a bullying narrative. talking about giving the kids "something to shout back / as the books fall out of my rucksack" and not being "everything to everyone", by trying to please everyone you please no one, so that type of people-pleasing behaviour never worked out for our character, and just resulted in, at least, teasing. "I don't take my phone off silent anymore" could suggest, if you follow this theme, that they don't want to see what people are sending them or saying to them, so you could call them but they probably won't see it or notice. And then, of course, "while your friends sing happy birthday / but they're all bloodsucking vampires" suggests fake friends and people who turn their backs when you're in need, when you'd give them your time and energy and care - they act like they care, shallow things like singing happy birthday, but won't actually help when it's needed, like our character's nosebleed for which they 'beg' for tissue, but all they get is confetti. (and the word beg suggests that they're really trying to get what they need, but to no avail, so they just have to make do with what they can get their hands on)

anyway. I don't know how much or how little sense any of this makes. all I know is all you get is confetti is an excellent song that has me in a chokehold (despite only being out for not even 5 hours at this point) and it deserves to be heard and read into and loved.

[tonowaritrash]

okay okay i read the fic with rough dom tono and whewwww um, that got me in a chokehold. but hear me out though, the same plot but it’s with ronal, and he’s a mean dom. basically the same smut plot buttt for background plot ronal was being a brat; she hangs out with her friend thats a guy and tono gets jealous, but he accidentally says “if you like him so much then i bet he can please you.” ronal gets defensive out of shock and says sarcastically that it would be better than riding his small dick (when she knows he’s huge compared to her and still cant take him). That only fuels his “anger” so he throws her over his shoulder and doesn’t go easy on her. He’s manhandling her, degrading her, throat fucking her (dick and fingers), spanking her, pulling her hair/tail (you can add more ofc if you want). And that man has a size kink with her. Pressing on her tummy when the bulge shows. He doesn’t stop until he breeds her, breaks her and marks her as his. (And thats how she got pregnant LMAO)

trying to keep this in character was a bit hard lol.

pairing: tonowari x ronal

tags: jealous tonowari, mean tonowari, dirty talk, manhandling, degradation, spanking, p in v sex, just general filth

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tonowari prided himself for his patience.

being olo’eyktan wasn’t easy, and there were days he was sure he would snap. sometimes things just didn’t go the way he’d wanted, sometimes younger hunters fooled around against his orders and made grave mistakes, sometimes the ocean just wasn’t on his side. but he took it all in stride. things were bound to go wrong and the nature of his job was to figure out solutions. being patient played a key role in doing that effectively.

knowing ronal would be home to welcome him, too, helped him plenty. knowing she would massage the aches and pains away, would listen intently and offer her wisdom when he confided in her, it was comforting. it became the highlight of his day.

but sometimes…rarely, mind you, it felt he reached his limit. and those moments with ronal became all the more important. like today, for example.

the hunt was a disaster. an unexpected storm blew in and the ocean’s current was just a bit too strong and swept away some of the younger, less experienced hunters. he’d led a search party to find them, and luckily they did after hours of looking. one had cut her knee along a jagged rock, though, and needed urgent care.

it was stressful, it had gotten infected so quickly. they got home but the herbs needed just weren’t in stock. and there just wasn’t enough food to give her the strength she needed.

ronal, their tsahik, his wife, was nowhere to be found and he was besides himself. where exactly was she? someone needed her help. it just wasn’t like her to just disappear without a trace.

eclipse had long since swept over the tribe when he’d heard the sound of rustling bushes from the forest. it was accompanied by laughter he recognised. and another that he did not.

ronal emerged with a basket full of leaves, and next to her was…someone. it was hard to recognise just who he was in the faint light of the eclipse, but it didn’t matter. did she really run off with him?

tonowari’s jaw clenched as he saw them quickly make their way to the hut that ekala, the injured hunter was residing. he followed and watched as ronal said a prayer as she burned some of the leaves and waved the smoke about the room. next to her, the man was grinding them along with other herbs into a paste.

“no, no,” she said. “circular, like this.”

she guided his hands in the motion needed. he was an apprentice then, that’s probably why tonowari didn’t recognise him at first.

he waited as she put the paste in the wound and let ekala drink some water. “you must rest. turek will be here all night to take care of you.”

tonowari followed her out after she gathered her things. his anger was simmering, but he kept it under control. ronal said nothing as she walked to a spring, probably to bathe for the night. once they were far enough away from the village, however, he grabbed her wrist.

“where were you?”

ronal turned, surprised at the aggression. “one of your search party had returned earlier than the others to tell us of ekala’s injuries. i rushed out with turek to get the herbs we needed since the storm had washed away most of them.”

“you should’ve been here. he could have gone alone.”

he said this with such poison that ronal stepped back. “he’s still learning. differentiating between herbs is a difficult task. it would not have been wise.”

“so you thought it wise to go into the forest alone with him? and you come out giggling together?”

now ronal was annoyed. “speak plainly, tonowari. what is this about?”

“you held his hands. just now, in the medical hut.”

“he’s my apprentice!”

“an apprentice you chat and make jokes with?”

ronal’s eyes were storm clouds. “he’s good company. and certainly better than you are right now, at least.”

“good company,” he echoed with a humourless laugh. “you’re practically riding his dick.”

ronal’s eyebrows furrowed deeply. “when you’re acting like this, i might as well.”

there was no knife, but tonowari felt as though he’d been pierced.

ronal’s hard expression wavered slightly at his silence. her eyes thawed. “tono—”

he picked her up roughly and tossed her over his shoulders with a growl. “now you’ve done it, you slut.”

he’d knocked the wind out of her and she gasped, feeling the sharp sting of his hand on her ass.

they were moving away from the village and ronal slowly realised they were going to the spring she was planning to bathe in. it was in a cave on a cliff, a little ways in and lit up by some soft, bioluminescent moss and glowing stones.

tonowari threw her down on some of the moss now, and she watched as some of the pollen from the plants that lived there burst around them. it was pretty, and normally she would have admired it but nothing could distract her from the truth that she was in for the punishment of her life.

her clothes were ripped off, sounds of beads being scattered along the rocks echoing throughout the cave. tonowari tugged her hair up so she was kneeling in front of him and she winced as he studied her under the faint glow of the light.

there was a jealous rage in his eyes, a kind ronal seldom saw, even less so directed at her. but there was something else in there, something more primal. a hunger.

she shivered, a soft moan escaping her lips. tonowari watched her in fascination, saw how her nipples hardened, how her mouth opened, how she rubbed her thighs together slightly. his own arousal increased and he could feel it straining against the cloth that covered him.

he stood up and took it off, freeing himself. then, without warning, he grabbed ronal’s hair again and thrusted himself into her open mouth, feeling her gag on his length as it touched the back of her throat.

he swore, pushing more in. “fuckin’ take it.”

he felt her moan as he fucked her mouth. his girth was almost too much for her. almost. he felt her grip his thighs for dear life as he continued to plow himself into her mouth. “only a cockslut like you would enjoy choking on my dick like this.”

tears pricked her eyes as he quickened the pace.

he released her and she coughed, almost falling into the ground if he hadn’t caught her. he flipped her over so she had her ass up for him and he grabbed one of her arms, stretching behind her. with the other he gripped her hips and drove himself into her soaking folds.

she yelped, squirming and trying to rub her clit, but couldn’t. he slapped her hard at this.

“don’t you fucking dare.”

he slapped her again, rubbing where her teal skin was now becoming purple and warm.

she came then, gasping and writhing and from the overstimulation, but he didn’t relent. his grip on her ass and wrist tightened bruisingly.

tonowario pulled out before standing again flipping ronal over. he hoisted her and she caught his shoulders with her arms before he thrust into her again with a moan.

his arms wrapped around her thighs as he fucked her against the moss of the cave wall. the sound of skin on skin echoed throughout the cave. ronal moaned, begging to cum again.

“shut up,” he growled, putting his fingers into her mouth. she almost gagged on them as he put them down her throat but quickly recovered.

“you’re a slut for my cock and fingers,” he said. “look at you.”

she moaned around him, eyes rolling to the back of her head as she spasmed around his cock. tonowari felt his cock get wet and looked down to see that her cunt had drenched him. he pulled out, tip barely grazing her entrance.

“fuck,” he said softly. “you really are a slut.”

she nodded, unable to do much else but tonowari was far from finished.

“that why you wanted another man’s attention? to get me to fuck you like this?”

he slammed into ronal again and her back arched, exposing the bulge of his cock.

he maneuvered her once more, this time him standing above her with only her head and upper back on a mossy rock while the rest was lifted up and her legs were above his shoulders.

he fucked her again, watching as his dick pressed up against her. it unlocked some primal part of him, to see ronal like this. panting, gasping, choking, begging as his dick filled her over and over.

“you wanted to make me jealous so i could fuck you like the slut you are,” he growled. “wanted me to remind you who this cunt—” slap! “—belongs to.”

the slap to her clit made her cry out. tonowari didn’t care whether it was from pleasure or pain. he was sure ronal didn’t care either.

“who does this cunt belong to?”

“y-you,” her voice was weak and hoarse.

“i said,” he slapped her twice more, “who does this cunt belong to?”

“you! you, tonowari,” she said through sobs. “only you. please don’t stop. please, please.”

he gripped her tightly at the sound of his name, at her pleas. they only spurred him on.

“that’s fucking right,” he said through gritted teeth. “gonna fuck another baby into you to remind all the other men that you’re mine.”

he dropped her lower back into the moss and threw one of her legs over his shoulder. this position offered far deeper penetration and ronal cried out, not even able to form words.

he rubbed her clit and ronal came a third time as he emptied himself into her, coating her fluttering walls. he continued, fucking his seed into her thoroughly, making good on his promise to breed her.

with one final thrust he pulled out, watching in fascination as the mixture of their juices steadily poured out. with two fingers, he scooped some of shoved it back inside.

ronal twitched at the contact, legs still trembling as she panted, now completely fucked out of her senses.

tonowari kissed her inner thigh and rubbed it, noticing the finger shaped bruises along her hips.

“got carried away,” he muttered now, trailing his fingers across them. “m’sorry.”

ronal shook her head. “that was…that was just what i needed. though, i had no idea you could get so jealous.”

“me neither.”

“he is just a friend, you know.”

“i know.”

she slumped back, looking at the mossy wall above. “sorry about what i said. i didn’t think it would hurt you so.”

he chuckled and kissed her hand. “s’okay. let’s get you cleaned up and we can talk at home.”

ronal nodded lamely and let tonowari pick her up. it was good that the spring was right there.

[breella]

Please

Tristan Flynn x reader

Smut

Minors DO NOT ENTER 18+

Warnings: sex, oral sex, dirt talk (if you see anything else let me know)

A/N: smut is clearly not my strong suit. I need this man to be real though. The way him and Ruhn have me in a chokehold lately is unhealthy. 🤤

Tristan and the reader have had a flirtatious relationship for a while. There has been lots of sexual tension. They finally do something about it.

The music was so loud you could hardly hear your thoughts. It was a typical night at the frat pack’s house. People were packed in, alcohol was flowing, and mirthroot was being passed around.

You had been dancing with Bryce but she decided to leave. After telling her goodbye you decided to go find the rest of your friends. You found Ruhn, Flynn, and Ithan on the couch. All the seats were taken so you plopped down on Flynn’s lap. Saying you had a crush on him would be a huge understatement. The two of you had an interesting relationship. You were always flirting with each other and teasing one another. There have been times where one or both of you pushed the bounds of your relationship as well. The most recent example of this being when they two of you made out in the back of Ruhn’s car while you waited for everyone at the White Raven a couple weeks ago. Despite this you still didn’t believe Flynn felt the same way about you. You were both wasted when you made out in Ruhn’s car and he was flirtatious with everyone.

You snuggled further into Flynn’s lap and rested your head in his shoulder. It was past 1 am and you were tired.

“Where have you been, baby girl? I thought you left” he asked as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“I was dancing with Bryce but she abandoned me” you sighed.

“Well you look hot” He chuckled and started tracing the pattern of your lace tights on your thighs. You didn’t usually wear clothes this revealing. You had to admit you looked good though. Bryce had helped you get ready, teasing you that she was going to get you laid tonight. You were wearing heels, lace tights, and a short red backless dress. Your hair was curled and your makeup was perfect.

“You look pretty hot yourself, Flynn” you giggled.

He went back to his conversation with his friends. Still absentmindedly rubbing your thighs. You tried to participate in the conversation but it was hard to stay focused with his hands on you. Your mind kept wandering to other places you wanted those hands to go. You were pressing your thighs together and trying not to show the effect he was having on you.

You nuzzled your face into his neck and inhaled his sent. You could never get enough of this male. You began running your fingers through his hair. He was still in the middle of a conversation with the people around him but you had no idea what they were talking about at this point. You stilled as he shifted you in his lap. You could have sworn you felt something hard beneath you. His fingers began tracing the lace on your thighs again. This time dangerously higher. He would trail them up under the hem of dress. Making slow agonizing motions.

You began softly nibbling on his neck. Two could play this game and you were determined to win tonight. “You’re gonna have to stop that, sweetheart” he practically groaned in your ear. That was definitely something hard you felt underneath you. You pushed yourself down harder on him and rocked your hips a little. You didn’t care that there were people all around.

“I could help you with that” you whispered in his ear. Still rocking your hips against him.

“Don’t say things you don’t mean” he growled.

“I do mean it though” you whispered as you reached down to palm him through his jeans.

With that he was suddenly lifting you into the air. Your legs wrapped around his waist and his hands grabbed your ass to support you. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this” he practically moaned into your ear. You were aware of the stares you were receiving but you didn’t care. You faintly heard Ruhn yell “It’s about damn time” in the background.

As soon as Tristan got you to his room he slammed the door shut and pushed you against the wall. His lips found your neck instantly and your hands tangled in his hair. You let out a small moan as he bit your neck. His hands were roaming over your hips. Your dress has been pushed up to your waist. You needed more so you ground yourself against him trying to find any sort of friction.

He moved from against the wall to let you down. His hands are immediately tugging the zipper of your dress down. You let it fall off your shoulders and down your legs. You felt slightly self conscious standing in front of him in nothing but those lace tights. You subconsciously moved your arms up to cover your breasts. “Don’t you dare cover yourself up” he scolds, “you’re fucking perfect.”

You move your fingers under the band of your tights and make a show of removing them slowly for him. He is practically drooling by the time your done. His hands are immediately on you when you get them off. He kisses you roughly as his hand explore your body. One groping a breast while the other runs up and down your back. You moan into his mouth. This is exactly what you’ve wanted for years. You can’t believe it’s finally happening. He kneels down in front the bed. His face. Dangerously close to where you need him the most. He roughly grips your hips and pulls you closer to him. Your legs instinctively fall open.

“Already so wet for me and I haven’t even touched you yet” he smirks. You can feel his breath on your center and the anticipation is driving you wild.

“Please” you whine and move your hips trying to get him where you need him.

His hands push done on your hips holding you in place so you can no longer move. “Patience, baby girl. I’ve been waiting on this moment for a long time. I’m going to take my time and enjoy it.” He finally moved closer and licked up your center. He had barely done anything and you were already throwing your head back and moaning. “You taste better than I could have ever imagined” he said before flicking his tongue over your clit. He was absolutely relentless. He flicked and sucked on your clit like his life depended on it. Both of your hands were in his hair pulling his face even closer. He pumped 1 finger in and out of you while still attacking your clit. You were already so close to orgasming. He added another finger and quickened his pace. That was enough to push you over the edge. He kept up the pace with his fingers and mouth as you rode out your high.

“That was amazing” you said when you were finally capable of forming words again. It was even better than all the fantasies you’ve had of this exact moment. You raised up and went to unbutton his pants. You quickly pulled them down along with his boxers. Your mouth watered at the sight of him, eager to repay the favor. You stroked him a couple times before positioning yourself to where you could take him in your mouth.

Right before you could wrap your lips around the tip he grabbed your face with his hand and pulled you away. “Save that for another time. I need to be inside of you” he said. “On your hands and knees.” You wasted no time obeying him. Your stomach was doing flip flops in anticipation. “Good girl. I have to say you look spectacular from this angle.” Heat suddenly rose to your cheeks. You were all too aware of just how exposed you were to him now. Face down, ass up. Your thoughts were cut short when you felt him rubbing himself against your entrance. You pushed back against him trying to get him inside of you. “You’re sure about this?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything.” With that he pushed himself fully inside you. He gave you no time to adjust to his size as he set a brutal pace. The stretch felt amazing. Nothing had ever felt better. His hand grabbed your hair and pulled you up so that your back was flush with his chest. His other hand reached around to pull and twist your nipples. He continued fucking into you rough and hard. You were a moaning mess already beginning to feel that coil in your stomach.

He pushed you back down to your original position and groped your ass before smacking it hard. This caused you to clench around him and whimper. “Fuck. You’re doing so good for me baby.”

You were so close. You could feel your walls clenching around him. You could tell he was also close from the sounds he was making and the way he was pushing into you. He snaked his arm around your waist and began rubbing circles around your clit. Less than a minute later and you were coming undone again. He followed right a long with you. Both of you laid on his bed panting for a few minutes. This was by far the best sex you had ever had. You laid your head on his chest and just admired the male holding you for a few minutes.

“We should get cleaned up” you sighed.

“Round 2 in the shower?” he smirked.

“Please” you replied.

[pastel-tyranny]

Wanna be a Fashionista?: My opinions on Fashion Dreamer

Long post of my thoughts, follow my Fashion Dreamer showcase: Dyxyg5yr36

I’ll say it right here right now, this game has a chokehold on me as soon as I opened up the main menu. The gameplay loop is very addicting. But before I dive into my many praises I have to talk about some of my gripes with this game.

First of all the lack of clarity; it’s good that they have the button prompts on the screen because oh lord it’s very confusing when you first start out. It’s no wonder the first quarter of the game is a tutorial! I mean yes there are useful tips are there in the tip menu, but some things need to be written out directly. Especially when it comes down to Online Events such as the current (as of right now) Fantasy Butterfly Fairy event. I had to get help from a few other players and online video guides just to make heads or tails for some of the mission prompts. I have a few family and friends who either have the game or are in the process of wanting to get it, I think a consecutive written guide needs to be created so I don’t have to explain for the billionth time to ‘press plus then X’ and so on. (Pro tip: Once you reach platinum rank, the credits roll and take a very long time. Afterward you unlock the final cocoon.)

The next con is a bit of a personal one, the lack of fashion item variety and makeup limitations. The irony of this one I know, but items such as gloves, necklaces, leg warmers, bracelets, suspenders, and inners are relegated to specific shirts, one pieces and shoes. As of writing this there are no; jumpsuits with long pants, cat ears, traditional tiaras, and long mermaid / ball gowns. And ironically a lack of male fashion too. While yes, we get to play as a guy there is the fact some of the girls outfits don’t carry over to the guys. There’s a tee shirt from the Type A body that I really like and think would look perfect for the Type B body and vice versa with pairs of shoes or one pieces. Makeup isn’t as detailed to work with, they’re mostly relegated to prompts instead of picking blush, eye shadow, and eyeliner separately. The length of eyelashes are also regelated solely to the eye shape you picked and are only customized by color.

My final gripe is a smaller one in comparison is lag hiccups. When walking around the different cocoons with a gazillion downloaded items can cause gameplay optimization to stutter a snails pace both online and during Solo Mode. Even if it’s as short as 3 seconds or a “Loading Please Wait” prompt while running around can occur. It’s just a small issue so hopefully down the line, the devs will fix that with an update. I understand there are limitations to the game as a whole but that still doesn’t deter me from playing. Now for the major positives.

The fact you can walk around and play as a male avatar! I am beyond happy, it’s everything I’ve hoped for. Not only can you put lipstick prompts and different color eye shadow, but you can use some of the more feminine looking hair styles on the more masculine looking models is truly amazing! Same goes with facial hair on feminine models the option you can do that alone is spectacular! Both models can share hats, earrings, and glasses too! The clothing designs themselves are whimsical, fun, cute, and cool! And knowing that they could drop new online events in the future with new outfits are always something to look forward to. Another thing I have to praise is the amount of inclusivity we have at the start of the game with afro hair textures, facial features, and darker skin tones. It just goes to show how far we’ve come and I hope that the devs can push that further in future updates and installments.

The ability to have as many clothes as you want without storage limitations is always major plus! Currency being relegated to just creating clothes makes sense to me. Yes it’s gacha based when it comes to getting rare patterns, however simply pressing the ‘like’ button on someone’s avatar can give you the clothes they’re wearing is very helpful. Especially during online mode when other people and clothes on the pop up boards have rare items. And people online can send you cute outfits, even while your switch is in sleep mode! This also applies to the show rooms, it’s great to see new clothes and furniture people get. I also like that this is a game solely deticated to walking around instead of jumping through menus like some other fashion games I know. I am also in love with the fact you can take pictures anywhere, the scenery in some of these maps are a sight to behold! Taking pictures in the photo eggs are fun, especially since you have a nice variety of stickers, filters, and a line of focus to fiddle with along with poses and held items. And finally I think the best part about this game for me is the many muses to see and meet. Whether they are a player or NPC, there’s no shortage of possibilities when it comes to the many choices of fashion. It gives me so much inspiration, and since you can make multiple characters (4 total) you can relegate specific styles to each muse! (Or at least that’s what I did, lol)

Now to address the big elephant in the room, does this hold up as the spiritual successor to the Style Savvy / Style Boutique / Girls Mode games? In some ways, absolutely. If you want to collect / make clothes, design your own custom avatar, and see things other people make then you gotta get the game! However the core of Style Savvy is its lovable cast of NPCs and story set in the world of fashion. And while none of the NPCs you meet have a large narrative to tell, there are a few to me that stick out and I love dearly, even if they’re one dimensional. I let the headcanons fester and make the rules up as I go. The only major goal is to reach Master Rank and get your brand up to the highest level. I heard rumors through the grape vine that a fashion show mode could potentially be added? But that’s pure speculation as of writing this.

So my final overall thoughts; as I said in the beginning of this post, the game has a chokehold on me. It’s fun, entertaining, and full of passion for fashion from the dev team that brought us Style Savvy. It scratches an itch I’ve had since the last Style Savvy game. And while it has its ups and downs, I personally think this is a pretty solid game for the average fashion sim enjoyer outside of the gameplay troubles. Thanks for reading all the way through and if you want to follow my showcase, the code is on the top of this post! :3

(Just for making it this far, I made a promise post that I would make a fashion dreamer version of Dominic from Style Savvy so I’m reposting the pics here again.)

[angel-of-the-moons]

Arch I want you to know that I just had a Nothing Is Lost-adjacent dream last night and…the chokehold that Khonshu has on me is not even funny. I suspect you have the reveal outlined anyway, but if you’d like me to see the details I added them just for fun😊

Highlights include:

Reader and a friend (I guess she could have been Jezebel? Much younger tho…you know how random dreams are lol) visit Merit’s tomb. It was small and open and had a decayed wooden sarcophagus but no corpse in it (interestingly enough, there had been placed a miniature open one in the middle with a gold leaf engraving of an infant…I know that the pregnancy trope is not for everyone and idk if that’s even possible in the context of your fic, but it was a tragic little detail my brain decided to include that I thought I’d share). It somewhat reminded me of the miniature pyramidal tombs located in Sudan, which were featured in Assassin’s Creed: Origins.

Merit’s body had actually been moved into a museum archive for protection since it was beautifully preserved and intact with stunning jewelry and wrappings/clothes—like the ones that look like they could sit up and start talking to you. Reader gets this really uneasy sense of deja vu looking at her and that’s when the twist was revealed. Reader’s understandably overwhelmed.

Then they’re being chased by someone? Reader storms off down the street (they were in London for some reason—I guess maybe that’s the museum location) because she’s having a breakdown about the whole ordeal (understandably so) and turns a corner and is ambushed by a bunch of big guys that try to take her. Khonshu then shows up, legit flashes her the gen z hand heart sign, and proceeds to mop the floor since he’s so much bigger.

I think there was more to it but those are the details that I remember clearly enough lol—I haven’t had a plot dream like that in a while and I figured you’d like to hear it since it was inspired by your fic haha😊

(Also regarding all the bad stuff you’re facing rn…I never really know what words to say and whether they’re any good or help at all, but please hang in there even while the times are hard. The world is a brighter place with you in it and I’m so thankful for the beautiful works you choose share with all of us. Just know that there are people that care about you even though you’re an internet stranger. I’m sending lots of love and strength your way!🙂♥️🌙)

Okay the way this made me tear up and smile, I really needed this!

I can't believe something I wrote was so... impactful that it made its way into someone's dream!!!

And the connection to London would be neat! I sort of have an idea featuring a museum in the story at some point, not with artifacts from Merit's tomb, but somewhere else (haven't entirely picked where yet)

Khonshu flashing the heart sign would be so hilarious! Trying to be hip with the young people, I see. He needs to spend a bit more time on social media to become more nuanced in modern terms.

Don't let him on Reddit tho. Or Twitter!

Also, you have no idea how close to predicting some major plot points your dream was!

Man.... The way this made me smile... Thank you so much 🥹

[beatupcorpse]

look I made that AU for me and my need of my monkey brothers bcuz this fandom has me completely starved. I JUST WANT BONDING AND PAIN TIMES

the title refers to -SWK's- greatest fear, which is to fail MK so badly that this is how things end up, the kid the Lady's new weapon.

i already said it and kinda showed it in my post but MK takes the hit instead of SWK and immediately this is bad this is terrible he attacking right out of the bat. his hits actually hurt. SWK realizes this is full power MK.

since we know that the possessed are still aware of everything, on MK's sight, getting himself trapped like this just kinda leaves him defeated and becomes the perfect vessel for LBD. doesnt help that he is terrified of this demon

This whole situation is a bit different from possessed!SWK who could hold back punches and fight off his possession even if just a lil bit at first. MK won't get that. He is the perfect weapon for LBD basically. doesn't take much energy to control, equal to SWK in power and cannot hold back. DISASTER

Even worse! His friends don't want to hurt him in the first place! w SWK it was easy because fuck the guy amiright, but this is MK! their friend! Mei's bestie!!!! Dadsy's son!!!!!!!!!!!! it hurts to see MK and be met with souless eyes and murderous intentions

haha.... haaaaaaa...this means that when Mac teams up with them....he and SWK get to have moments oh god I can't let my shipper brain take hold. is FIEN, WE JUST GET MORE DIVORCE ARGUMENTS but also perhaps maybe they are very in sync as they talk about the plan? Mei would probably make fun of em. ok thats it thats all Im giving myself .... and the rest of the time they spent together

aND MAN!! SWK IS JUST SO FILLED WITH GUILT!! probably super numb and serious now. trying to make a plan. muttering to himself. Mei forces him out of his bubble and demands him to act like he is part of the team and share ideas or else they (and MK) are TOAST. and he has to SUCK IT UP AND LISTEN. FOR ONCE!!!!!

we get a "you're right pony girl" "I HAVE A NAME" to light up the mood anyway

bcuz at the end of the day, the team would have to be divided just like in the show, just that instead of MK is SWK. Lucky for Mac tho, in this au he doesn't have to fight MK alone, now he has SWK to take half of the hits. its his time to suffer as he tries to defend himself against his own power, take the staff and try his hardest to not hurt the kid.

whenever he does land a hit on him!! man that feels terrible. LBD taunts him about it. careful there, u wouldn't want to take out ur own student. SWK could maybe win if he put his all, he is the monkey kiing after all. but he would rather take a beating and hear her laugh her head off.

Im not talkin much about Mac bcuz I think he would be taken out of the competition so fast. sad sight. he still tried tho. hes bleeding but not dead he is fine i promise. he is happy to just let SWK take it from there

btw don't think too hard about the staff and how its in MK's hands and not stabbed into the ground just shhhhshshshs. wireless charging the mecha (i actually dont remember if thats what it was doing)

but fuck the staff man. IS DESPERATION TIME! SWK starts talking to MK. he apologizes for everything. he begs. "MK. forget everything Ive told you, listen to me now: you cannot give up"

MK seems to stutter in his next attack. SWK blocks it and keeps talking

"Don't give up on me and especially don't give up on yourself. fight it out kid. I believe in you"

The blue glow of MK's eyes weakens. the sounds of LBD struggling increase the more SWK talks to him. she tries to shut him up. MK now has SWK on a chokehold. Still, the annoying ass monkey won't shut up.

The grip in his neck tightens but he continues

"You have such great friends. You need to keep on fighting for them. They miss you too."

"You're something special bud and not because you are the monkie kid."

His expression starts to change

"I'm proud to be your mentor. Please come back"

and MK snaps out of it.

-

from there I feel like itd be pretty much the same. as u can see the au is not terrible different. is just different enough for me to get SWK being honest and sweet to MK and MK to listen everything he needed to hear. and also pain. I could span on many lil things but is very late and im basically ripping this off my chest so its just out here

oh and also

I get a real hug between them in this AU

[gracie-has-a-sticker]

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In summary, Jang Won Young's charisma, fashion sense, and resilience has contributed to her viral status in South Korea's entertainment scene✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚ and in this book, we will be going in dept to talk about her her viral wonyoungism mindset!

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I just want to let you know that before we jump into this whole wonyoungism mindset, I just wanna let you know you are beautiful the way you are!!! no need to change how you look or anything about you, wonyoungism is suppose to help you to grow as a individual, please don't degrade yourself lol. If you feel like wonyoungism isn't for you, don't mold yourself to be something your not!! Remember YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL THE WAY YOU ARE!!!!

Mindset𓍢ִ໋✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚♡

 Wonyoung has a stern mindset, she always has a white swan mindset What is a white swan mindset? White swan~ You always focus on the good not the bad, a white swan mindset is being able to focus on the good and learn from your past failures :( You always have a smile on your face, knowing you will see results, you never put yourself down when someone talks bad about you! Wonyoung never puts herself down because she knows her value, she knows how much she is worth!!! People talk bad about you okay so what???? their is a reason they are behind you!!! Wonyoung also has a idgaf mindset, like queen wonyoung said "your you, im me" Wonyoung doesn't care about haters because she knows that at the end of the day, what did you benefit out of listening to the haters, nothing! you don't get a glow up instead you get glow down, when you listen to haters you end uplowering your value and lowering your worth! why? because you listen to people talk about you, instead of focusing on yourself, it is so important to just block out the haters, Wonyoung got so much hate at such a young age, she dealt with grown adults hating on her but what did she do? she ignored them, when you start doing that people will start to realize, you have a idgaf mindset, people will start to realize how stupid they look taking about you, when you honestly don't give a fuck (sorry for cussing lol) so the whole entire thing summed up, focus on yourself, get your work done and if anyone hates don't worry because when they realize that you don't care at the end of the day and they will be and look embarrassed.

Hobbies⋅⋆⁺𐚁♡ও⁺⋆⋅

Hobbies are really important because when you have so much extra time on your hands, you just might be a victim of scrolling endlessly on tiktok, instagram, twitter and, youtube. Wonyoung has hobbies such as modeling, she plays the piano, flute and violin and she learned English and Japanese. . . . Yes, I and many have fallen into that constant cycle of being lazy and just laying on the couch, hair messy, clothes dirty with a can of coke-a-cola and a bag of chips, eating myself away. Yes when in the moment it feels nice and being to take a break from reality, but question yourself after the lazy moment "why did I do that?" "what do I benefit from that besides watching 200 reels and binge watching 2 seasons of the k-drama series called happiness *i love that show lol*" but in all seriousness people will joke around and say "My hobby is eating" or "binge watching is my hobby" but lets be honest we all know that's not a hobby. Having hobbies can benefit you in so many ways. Hobbies help you with your emotional or mental health, hobbies can also help you interact/socialize with others, you can find new friends because you guys share a new hobby. Hobbies can be so fun and help you learn more things you didn't know before. . . . Hobby Idea list <3

*Painting

*Crafting

*Journaling

*Crocheting

*Sewing

*Photography

*Writing music

*Pottery

*Learn a new language (i am currently involved in this hobby and I love it lol)

*Find out new music

*Travel (only if your allowed to;)

*Blogging

*Join a club (jazz, art, photography or clubs you would enjoy!)

*Reading .

More physical hobbies

*Dancing

*Pilates

*Running

*Boxing

*Swimming

*Cycling

*Ice Skating

*Weight Lifting

the end love you stay safe my lovely oomfs<3

[fluffypotatey]

watching Leverage: ep 5

GOOD AFTERNOON

funny how fast this show got me in a chokehold

Before:

ok so we got some more backstory on nathan (he was a catholic boy who went to seminary school before becoming an investigator for that infamous insurance company which is hilarious to me because that's the opposite of what happened to a priest i know)

i was surprised that his ex-wife didn't have more of a role in the previous episode. all we got was that she was there when the priest got beat, she called nathan, and she was the one who saw the miracle.

and they make it sound like the divorce happened "recently" (as in it happened after he met sophie) so i'm a little confused. will we see more of maggie? is this it for her little cameo?

i do hope we see more of father paul just because it would be funny if they had a reluctant priest on their side. you know he's always saying that he won't help them and that they should turn themselves in, but when push comes to shove, he's on their side.

but he probably won't be back again T^T a shame

During:

going off the thumbnail....are we getting insight into alec's backstory???? please? with sprinkles and a cherry on top?

oooooh we got WILD WEST music at the beginning

NO NO EW EW EW EW

KILL KILL THE GROSS ELDERLY MAN

"who lives where it's a 107 degrees???" .....*sweats nervously* yeah, who would do that

alec is a doctor who fan....you think he's got a blog on here?

i love parker and her love of fire

also real quick: i like that this opening has our crew already in a heist. that's what i wanna see! how long has it been since the last ep? who knows, but they're still going and that's all i care about

we going slowmo????

oh of course OF COURSE THERE'S A ROBBERY HAPPENING THE SAME TIME AS THE HEIST

this just got complicated

"sophie's still in there" THE CHILDREN KNOW

omg the police guy thinking eliot's talking to him

oooooooooh the plot THICKENS

"i thought those were urban legends" alec:.....you're adorable

no YOU'RE adorable alec

lmao the manager just let sophie sell herself under the bus. better her than you, you thought.

i am l i v i n g for alec and parker as a duo. they could have their own buddy cop spin off as these fbi agents and i would watch it

i love how these guys are already working as a well oiled machine. it is funny how others think they're talking to them just because of the comms

ooooookay there's something more going on with these robbers

her??? who's she????

nathan now's not the time to let people know you know their names. that's a trigger happy dude who is very scared, you will get shot.

damn we only 15 minutes in???? so much has happened! the heist got derailed, there's bigger bad, what is going on????

who??? what did who??? what did they think you did micheal???

ooooh they helping the robbers!!!

YES PARKER MY GIRL

not alec making their list of demands being fucking pizza

NOOOOOO NATE I FUCKING TOLD YOU

SOPHIE IS PLEADING HOW DARE

so close judge. bad math there

THE ROLES HAVE SWITCHED

sophie: you idiot i love you why didn't you exit the fucking door

nathan: love you too

OOOOH PLOT TWIST

alec is the best i know i'm repeating myself but it's true

the fucking fbi "we really did outdo ourselves" they say putting on their aviators DEAD

awww they're riding off into the sunset. on an ambulance. as a family!

After:

i think this is the first time a heist of their actually got derailed. sure, you could argue that it got derailed at the derby, but that was just because Sterling knew Nathan's plans a little too well, so they had to up their game. here, it got derailed because of a robbery that decided to happen the same time as their heist.

how does one deescalate a robbery and still ensure that their heist goes on without a hitch??? apparently all you need to do is befriend the robbers, save their mother, steal the money from the guy you're scamming, steal back the money to give back to the guy you're scamming because now he's the guy holding you hostage, and then frame him for robbery and under the influence.

overall: great episode, we got more sophie/nathan for my heart, alec is proving himself as my favorite character, and the writers are amazing at thinking outside of the box

[thekingofthenameless]

22 or 23 please

I am so sorry it took me so long to answer this my inspiration fluctuates between things like a ping pong ball! Despite it being about the blorbo of all time 😭

22 is gonna be answered in another post!

23. Unpopular character you love?

MERLIN

And that should be very obvious. 🤣

Listen. I love him. I do. But… I have a few problems with his character now, and that’s because of the writers.

He’s pretty inconsistent sometimes.

For one, his powers. (Or supposed lack thereof?)

He’s described as the most powerful wizard to have ever lived, but he doesn’t… really do anything to show it.

He banished Morgana himself according to Trollhunters, ended the Eternal Night, fought the Arcane Order for a millenia, (all offscreen), was implied to have banished their Titans himself, and was briefly able to put Bellroc and Skrael in chains. That’s… pretty much it.

The discrepancy in his magic is really obvious between Trollhunters and Wizards if you take the time to think about it. For one example, in Trollhunters, he flies when he ends the Eternal Night; in Wizards, he levitates himself on a chest to get himself up to his ship?

For another example, I’ve seen so many people talk about how “weak” he is because he couldn’t make the Amulet or banish Morgana without Douxie’s help. But in Trollhunters, he builds it alone, with Moppet!Douxie only handing him the parts he needed, and he could have used his telekinesis for that. He also banishes Morgana himself, and he thought his magic was gone because of that, not because of Morgana keeping him asleep and stealing it for nine hundred years.

In Wizards, Douxie does most of the work building the Amulet, and he’s the one who banished Morgana because Merlin “couldn’t”.

But those are retcons. There’s literally art of the cave painting where he banishes Morgana in the artbook!

He got nerfed!

He also has powers that seem to only be there for one plot reason, and they’re never mentioned again, as if he, the wizard who is supposed to be the most powerful one of time according to the writers before he showed up onscreen, would forget about them. I can think of at least two: teleportation and freezing time. Teleportation was only used once. Once, a barely noticeable time when he did it in A House Divided to leave Jim alone to think. Not when Galahad’s sacrificing himself, not when Arthur is jumping right towards him, and not when Arthur has him in a chokehold. Freezing time was also only used once! It wasn’t used in literally any situation where it would have been a lifesaver. (Possibly literally.) It wasn’t used when again, Galahad was sacrificing himself, when Jim was slamming the shard in his heart to become, unbeknownst to him, a beast under the Order’s control, when Beast!Jim was holding his son hostage, and when Arthur was, again, jumping right towards him. But it’s used in the next episode after he dies to save Douxie, who I have complicated feelings about. But he’s going to be in another post.

That’s just his powers. Now onto his trauma and how that isn’t shown at all!

He’s already so interesting but he could have been so much MORE.

To sum it up, his apprentice betrays him and indirectly murders his Trollhunters and gloats about it. A very old friend sacrifices himself to buy him time while he’s dealing with his worst enemies being back.

No you know what? I’m pissed about this actually. This, right here, could have been a great thing. This could have been a scene where Merlin quietly admits it, or Nimue, midway through attacking him, realizes his desire/remembers it from him getting Excalibur. And she softens, and he explains why he did it, and he sets her free. It would have shown his motivations a lot more and would have given him a way to shine as the deurotagonist, but no. This quirky asshole who we’ve seen for all of five minutes slams a pillar into her and knocks one of her teeth out when he couldn’t even properly chase down a Mephit! This little bitch empathizes with her and sets her free even after he did that. What does Merlin get? He gets eaten. This badass gets reduced to being comic relief with Steve when instead that could have happened. Just one of the many ways canon in general does him dirty!

For one thing, they made this stupid boy with an accent the protagonist of Wizards, when it would have made far more sense to have Merlin, an already major character, the protagonist. It would have also been more interesting imo but I’m kind of biased. He was also supposed to be the deurotagonist, but that’s more of an informed thing than anything. Grace was surprised when she looked it up on the ToA wiki. He could have so many moments, and this is just one of them.

Then he fucking dies. Arthur gets murdered by one of Merlin’s worst enemies and then they resurrect him as a lackey for who knows how long because the canon timeline sucks And in Wizards, he stabs Merlin in the gut, right through his armor and throws him out a window. He ends dying like a minute later. And just. God. Someone asked the writer I’ve been talking about how that happened, and he was like “Merlin’s armor doesn’t hold up against dark magic that well.” Which doesn’t make any sense. 🙃 HIS ENTIRE TOMB IN TROLLHUNTERS IS ANTI-MAGIC, AND HE LITERALLY ALREADY A VENDETTA AGAINST DARK MAGIC EVEN BEFORE MORGANA BETRAYED HIM. And it’s so annoying when Merlin is portrayed as a weak wizard because he’s the most powerful wizard ever! Canon unfortunately doesn’t really show it BUT HE IS He was the one who defeated the Arcane Order and banished their Titans for a thousand years. He was the one who sealed Nimue in a cave, and he was the creator of the Daylight Amulet. He was the one who fought Morgana and banished her. He was the one who ended the Eternal Night. And in Episode One of Wizards, when he astral projected to that guy, all the streetlights on that street were broken before he even showed himself. But thinking about that made me realize he’s really only powerful when the plot demands it. If the Arcane Order could kill him, they would have when he was fighting them for a millennium. They wouldn’t have killed him by proxy, with a lackey. Especially Skrael, who seems to have a higher vendetta against him than his sibling. And since he can teleport, he should have been to grab Galahad like he will in EE, and he could have teleported out of Arthur’s grip. I also don’t know why his armor isn’t anti-magic when his entire tomb is.

Also HE'S LITERALLY ABLE TO FREEZE TIME IN THE NEXT DAMN EPISODE AND YET HE'S NEVER SHOWN USING IT BEFORE THAT DESPITE THE FACT THAT HE'S A TIME WIZARD AND HIS CENTER OF MAGIC IS SUPPOSED TO BE TIME IT'S JUST STUPID TO ME NOW

I'VE RANTED ABOUT THIS BEFORE BUT HE'S LITERALLY ABLE TO FREEZE TIME IN THE NEXT EPISODE

AND YET HE'S NEVER SHOWN USING IT BEFORE THAT DESPITE THE FACT THAT HE'S A *TIME WIZARD*

IT'S JUST NARM TO ME NOW

ALSO MERLIN IS A THOUSANDS YEAR OLD WARRIOR AND THE ONLY FIGHT HE ACTUALLY WON WAS AGAINST A FUCKING SIXTEEN YEAR OLD

Granted a very skilled sixteen year old but it still!!! Doesn't make sense!!!

So basically Merlin’s death was literally just to give him angst, and if anyone could kill him, he would have died YEARS AGO.

Oh, and canon and fanon can’t decide on Merlin either! Canon says Merlin is the most powerful wizard of all time, but he never gets to show it, and it seems more of an informed thing than anything. And the fact that’s he’s the fucking deurotagonist of Wizards is an informed thing too. And there would been more of his backstory, and more characterization, but it got fucking cut

His exact quote? He said “Leave them alone, Morgana.” He said them. He wasn’t referring to just AAARRRGGHH!!! If he had, he would’ve said “Leave him alone, Morgana.” HE. SAID. THEM.

He can TELEPORT

LOOK AT HIM.

He got done dirty. So dirty.

my ramble about just the canon angst he went through

He breathes FIRE and look at him in this one. HE TAKES DOWN MORGANA WHILE HE’S INJURED AND SLAMS HER INTO THE GROUND.

LOOK AT HIM.

Important characterization scenes for him are cut

MERLIN WAS SUPPOSED TO HAVE A COUPLE OF EPISODES ABOUT HIS BACKSTORY BUT IT GOT CUT OF COURSE

I don't know why the writers did that. Maybe it was supposed an Aesop about how

"Expectations don't live up to reality." Or something.

But if he's really like that, how did he survive fighting the Arcane Order for a literal millennia? Why did Morgana want his magic so much that she kept him asleep for nine hundred years just to get it?

Canon flip-flops on him constantly, and he's only as powerful as the plot needs him to be.

He could have teleported out of Arthur's grasp, or he could have frozen time before that even happened and gotten them all out of there.

He made the Cradlestone to free the babies, and ended the Eternal Night, but they weren't really dwelled on, making him seem more like a living Deus Ex Machina if anything. In Wizards, he needed another master wizard to help him complete the Amulet.

He can teleport!! He was gone. He breathes fire in some storyboards. l'm not joking.

Before he appeared onscreen, he seemed like a revered figure. He's described as a "wizard that has power" in the art book. in EPISODE ONE.

Trollhunters actually makes him seem more badass compared to Wizards where he got more screen time.

He actually is badass, but he doesn't get to show it except for when the plot needs him to.

He was nerfed and I will not accept otherwise.

It was just to give Douxie angst.

me shaking the writers YOU DO NOT HAVE AN EXCUSE

Okay I’m mainly talking about his characterization, but he was done dirty by this too!

Look at him!

He looks amazing.

Then canon downgraded him into just an old man!

I’m sorry, but I can’t take his design seriously when he looks like that compared to his concept art.

There’s also the fandom. I originally thought that I would put it under the cut so people wouldn’t have to see my opinions, but you know what? This needs to be said, and I’m leaving it out in the open.

Five episodes. Five. And that was enough to inspire a whole tag around hating him, people who whispered a word about even liking him were harassed off the site,

And even hated for being traumatized *cough* **Merlin** *cough*

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I didn’t specify that it was Merlin in the first rant, but you could probably guess from even that.

*Merlin stomped on Douxie’s self-esteem as soon as he adopted him*!

“*Merlin doesn’t understand emotions! He has the emotional density of a turnip*!”

Another canon to fanon ToA thing is **MERLIN’S WHOLE PERSONALITY!!!**

He’s constantly made into the worst person ever. A bad dad. An emotionally abusive manipulator. A fucking pedophile.

“Quotes”, “meta”, and “evidence” that he’s a bad person are pulled from thin air. I know I’ve said this before, but I really feel like people are just coming up with reasons to hate him, or they’re purposely making him worse than canon so they can hate him. One time, I saw a fic author ADMIT they were writing Merlin worse than canon on purpose.

It fucking sucks to see him be changed so much. I’m know I’m going to do him justice. I know that I’m writing him in character. I have meta from Aaron, actual, honest to God **quotes**, screencaps, etc. But it still fucking sucks. I put the tag Good Merlin on Emerald Embers, but I’m still nervous that someone in the comments or somewhere else will say he’s out of character.

I am so sick of people demonizing him when Morgana is RIGHT THERE!

And yet those five episodes were enough to cause a whole tag called the Merlin hate train, people wishing violent death upon him or giving him ones, and people who gave even one hint that they liked him harassed off the site.

And most of the reason was because Merlin “manipulated Jim into becoming a half-troll!”

But he didn’t. He sat Jim down and laid out his options: 1. take the potion and win against Gunmar and whoever else he would have to fight, or 2. don’t take the potion and die a brutal, painful death.

Also, kind of off subject, but when Jim turned back to human, there was controversy over whether he should have stayed troll or not!

MAKE UP YOUR DAMN MINDS FANDOM

And the voice acting I showed you? Is from that scene. Merlin is a very, very emotionally constipated person because of all the shit and trauma he’s been through over the course of millenia, and him saying that is essentially baring his soul to a child that he barely even knows.

Does the fandom give a shit about that? No!

Does the fandom give a shit when he said “Leave them alone, Morgana.” referring to both AAARRRGGHH!!! and Angor? The latter of whom was a slave at the time? No!

Does the fandom give a shit when he grieved over his Trollhunters’ deaths? Most of them murders? No!

Does the fandom give a shit when he grieved over Galahad’s death? No!

Does the fandom give a shit when it’s implied that he sealed Nimue away to seal her away from Arthur’s massacre of magic kind? No!

Does the fandom give a shit about him being surprised when Jim gives him an affectionate nickname in Wizards? No!

DOES EVERYONE FORGET MERLIN HOLDING DOUXIE’S HANDS AND HIM HOLDING RIGHT BACK?! DOES EVERYONE FORGET MERLIN CUPPING HIS FACE? DOES EVERYONE FORGET HIM CALLING HIM HIS SON? DOES EVERYONE FORGET THEIR HUG IN EPISODE TEN?

YES

And many more things!

They were making tons of aus with Merlin as the villain, *of course*, and they were giving him death threats and saying they would kill him, throw him out of a window, and do a ton of other shit.

I hated seeing it, and sometimes I could literally feel my body getting distressed because of it.

But the worst part of seeing this?

They were wishing death on him because of their own fanon versions.

And even if he is written as a good person? He always only cares about Douxie.

His trauma, his sarcasm, his empathy, all go poof. Reddie is one of the few people who knows that he’s a good person, but even she acts like he doesn’t have any empathy at all. Hopefully I’ve demonstrated that he is a very high empath with the above.☝️ Hardly anyone in the fandom™️ appreciates his complexities at all!

No matter what, whether he’s characterized as a good person and/or good dad, or bad person and/or bad dad, all of his complexities are erased. No matter what.

Actually a lot of them.

Anyways,

and he’s mine now.

Thank you so much for the ask!