#ran outta brain juice

[synthe4u]

Part two to this | Part three here

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Requested by @hani-amerta

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Now you've been seeing him wherever you go. His bloodied mask haunting your dreams.

You had to take an early retirement because of your 'hallucinations'. But even still, no matter what, he follows you.

He would sometimes be behind your shopping cart when you go to grab something. Only turning back to the cart when you're ready to put the item in.

Sometimes you can see his face on other people. You once scared a man after staring at him too long. The stranger had come up to ask if you were okay, but you could only do nothing as you muttered Ghost's name. It really freaked the man out.

Your psychologist said it was a normal reaction after the loss of a comrade, but they've put you on medication. You don't bother to check what kind of medication because you decided it would be best to be crazy and see him instead of being lonely and cold.

He was your friend and hope. He helped you stay in lane and not quit after the third mission you had together. You've been through thick and thin. So it doesn't matter if he's just a hallucination or an actual ghost. You only care that he's with you.

You told your psychologist once, which they proceeded to give you heavier medication. You still didn't take them. After that, you've started to lie.

Lying to both your psychologist and others, but most importantly, you've started lying to yourself.

You started staying indoors more. Making two cups of tea instead of one. Setting two plates out, but only cleaning one. Ghost usually cleans his own dishes.

When your old captain came to visit, it was only then that you realized the stack of moldy plates are a problem. The cups left sitting on the table, taking up to much space is a problem.

"The medicine given to you is supposed to help."

The captain was silent for a moment before continuing, "Have you been taking them?"

You didn't answer him, nor did you divert your eyes away from the couch. Ghost was right there. How could your captain not see him?

Maybe you really were going crazy. Maybe you should start to take your medicine.

But you didn't want to be alone.

Your captain left, once again reminding you to take your medicine.

You didn't feel like swallowing pills any time soon so you decided to just make some tea. Tea was his favorite. Now it was yours.

You couldn't leave him alone. He needed you. You needed Ghost. You wouldn't take your medicine, but you wouldn't go crazy. Though, you were already crazy and couldn't go crazy any more.

Closing your eyes to take a rest, you awoke to find yourself in a hospital.

(Also not edited or proofread)

[vriskaserketdaily]

I think so many people think vriskas #cool and #popular and #theunderdog because that's like, how she sees herself, and due to the nature of the way homestuck narrates in second person we take what she says at face value because its like were in her head almost, we only know what she shows us whenever shes narrating. but when we take a step back to look objectively shes actually a huge girlfail

i mean yeah vriska being a huge failure is indeed canon

& to me that's what really makes her so compelling and tragic. she just keeps trying and trying and upping the stakes with every successive attempt until the lives of entire universes (and her species' last survivors) are on the line & then she's put down like a sick dog and forcibly removed from the limelight . . .

only for authorial bias to render all that moot even though other more interesting avenues were possible.

i dont even think vriska thinks she's popular---she knows full well that her actions were/are unforgivable and that the majority of her "friend" group despises her or at best tolerates her as a nuisance. she THINKS she wants people to think she's cool, but she also wants people (*cough* aradia, terezi) to punish her the way she thinks she deserves. queen of containing multitudes

[lady-merian]

BEFORE THE BEGINNING — three sentences (or more) about something that happened before the plot of my current project 💙

“If I must go, I must,” Merian responded primly.

Arrol watched her unfold a gown and refold it differently, though it had seemed fine to him already. “You don’t have to pretend to be fine with it, not with me.”

Not that she was pretending particularly well at the moment. “You want to come along with me to Carrow instead?”

“No.” The vehemence with which she said the word did not surprise him. Nor did the flicker of annoyance in her expression before she schooled her features again. He had pressed her intentionally, trying to get that spark to show itself. It worried him when she closed herself off from him.

[unlucky11th]

KALI IM FUCKING SOBBING WHY AM I A CREATURE IN THE WOODS 😭😭 I mean yes but you didn't have to do me like that man

cre ture. i Cannot explain. you must explore my brain for an explanation if you want one.

[yeppeun-riaa]

♡ Hate sex♡

multiple x reader

It was no secret that you and him absolutely hated each other's guts, and you don't hold back on telling him just how much you hate him.

But maybe you went a tad bit to far, completely embarrassing him infront of countless other people, at this point you forgot what you did, too far gone with the way he was abusing your hole.

"Ohmyfuckinggod!-please" your eyes rolled back so far into your head you swore youcaught a glimpse of your brain and you moaned like some where. "Liltte bitch—fuck—you thought you could get away with makin' a fucking fool outta me, hmm?" Your mouth hangs agape and you yelp at the harsh connection of his hand to your ass.

He grips your hair and pulls your face up, pressing the rest of your body against the wall, "fucking answer me, slut" he slaps you hard again, your back arching so much that it hurt. "No! I'm-im sorry—shiiit I won't do it again" you moan again, you should be embarrassed really, how wet you were, how much you enjoyed him using you like this, it's pathetic, I mean, you hate him, right?

"I'm gonna cum! Please!" He moaned softly and sucked small marks onto your neck, sliding his hand to your puffy clit, rubbing swift circles onto your bundle of nerves, "fucking cum then" he say harshly and it throws you over the edge, but he doesn't stop, oh did you think he was done with you?

Tears spill out your eyes at the overstimulation, he was still rubbing your clit and pounding into you, "noo! St-stop its to much!" You whined but he only laughed and thrusted harder, making you scream and come undone on his cock for the second time, you're pretty sure people outside could hear you screaming and full on crying.

"Fuuckk, this is what happens to sluts like you that don't know your place" he says into your ear as tears stream down your face, it feel too good, you feel his hips stutter and he practically growls into your ear, "cum with me" And so you cum for the third time, moaning at how his cum fills you up.

He pulls out and tucks himself back into his pants, turning you around and kissing you, nice and long before pulling away laughing at how much of a fucking mess you looked, his cum mixed with your juices dripping down your thighs, your makeup ruined, eyes red from crying, you once ironed clothes now completely wrinkled. He patted your head and pulled your skirt down "next time think twice about being such a little bitch" he spat leaning down and taking one of your nipples into his mouth and you whined when he bit down. He pulled away and buttoned back up your shirt.

"Now get out, I want everyone to see you with my cum dripping out of you, and don't for a second think Im done with you yet."

ran haitani, rindou haitani, sanzu haruchiyo, taiju shiba, izana kurokawa(tr) toji fushiguro, gojo satoru, hiromi higuruma(jjk) Jean kirstein(aot) and your fav cuz I can't think of anyone else:)

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[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N ::: @kazutora-kurokawa the sometimes other half of my brain that I didn't know I hadn't used for a while, said something about Part I and here we are, bbys.

18+ MDNI UNDER THE CUT PLEASE 18+

C/W ::: FreelancePhotographer!Hanma x F.reader (this happens on her wedding day), P->V unprotected sex, oral F->M and M->F, M cums on F tongue. I think that's about it.

PART I

PART II

The big day is here, it's finally here. And you're in the bridal suite getting all fixed up for your husband-to-be.

You looked stunning: Your makeup was is perfect, there hadn't been wasn't a single hair outta place and your dress was is hugging every curve of your body.

The photographer that your fiancé hired to catch things from another perspective was moving around the venue, taking pictures of him, his wedding party, the guests and the structures. Really capturing the beauty of everything.

The photographer you'd rehired was in the suite with you to make timeless those soft moments of you pulling your stockings up and connecting them to the garter belts that squeezed your thighs so deliciously, and reapplying your lipstick after you swallowed his cock for the 2nd time today.

The journey to the aisle, you were calling it.

But like every grand journey, there will be bumps along the way. Bumps in the road. Bumps in the night. Hanma bumpin' the tip of his dick against your drippy hole.

He was standing behind you, his hands holding the dip of your curvy waist, digging his nails into your skin every time you clenched around him.

He dragged your slip up over your ass and tucked it in the back of your crotch less panties and kicked your feet apart with his own.

Yes, the photographer was capturing every moment: The way he grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your head back, exposing your neck to him.

Hanma leaned in and ran his tongue from the base of your neck to the shell of your ear and whispered "You're so fucking wet, you slutty bride."

And you were. So wet that it had dripped down your thighs and onto the garter belt.

He was getting excited at this point, adjusting his pants and rubbing his half-hard cock through the fabric.

"You look so good with my dick inside you. Do you think your husband would like to see that?" Hanma asked as he slipped his cock back inside you.

"No, no. I really don't. 'N don' talk 'bout him - ohhh fuckkk - wh-while you're balls deep in m'cunt. K?" You moaned, gripping the counter tighter.

"Right, right. Don't want to ruin the mood. I'll just keep doing this, then," Hanma chuckled. He grabbed your hips and started thrusting into you, pounding into your pussy relentlessly.

The slapping sounds resonated throughout the antiquated room.

He reached around and began to rub circles on your clit. "Cum for me, slutty bride. I want you to gush all over this cock. Ffffucking cum all over me."

Hanma sped up his movements, thrusting into you and rubbing your clit faster.

Your orgasm ripped through your body and your pussy clenched around him.

Hanma pulled out of you and turned you around.

"Open up, baby. G'na cum on that pretty face of yours," Hanma growled and grabbed a handful of hair atop your head.

You dropped to your knees and wrapped your hand around the base of his cock. You stroked him quickly and opened your mouth.

Hanma grunted and spurted his load onto your tongue. You swallowed every drop and licked the tip of his dick clean.

He got down on his knees and began kissing your thighs, moaning his way up to your pussy. He stuck his tongue inside and lapped up your juices.

"Mmm, you taste so ... fuck," Hanma groaned into your pussy.

He licked your clit until you came again, covering his face in your cum.

You collapsed on the floor and laid there panting. Hanma laid beside you, his chest rising and falling as well.

"That was good. We need to do that again." Hanma sighed and kissed your lips. He stood up and tucked himself back into his pants, zipping them up and fixing his belt.

"Again, huh?" You laughed. I'm sure you're sensing the theme here, today?"

Hanma grinned and helped you up.

"Fuckin' slutty bride." He gave you a hard smack on the ass.

You looked out the window with a vacant stare and Hanma snapped you back with the shutter of his camera.

"Look at this." He walked over to you and held it for you to see.

You looked at it, "Yeah? And? It's just me, before my ... my wedding." You sighed.

"Y/n, n-no. You're not happy. 2 minutes ago you were smiling sucking down my cum. And now you look like you just saw a puppy get beat up by a rooster."

"The - the fuck are you talking about?" You laughed.

You. Laughed.

"I'm talking about .... come with me. My ride is right outside your window. Come ... with ... me!"

"I ... well - but - wh-what about ..." there wasn't a single reason in your head or heart why you should stay and subject yourself to this man you didn't even love. The marriage was out of convenience and was set up solely by your father.

"You wanna argue with yourself or get on the back of my bike and travel the world together?" Hanma looked at his watch, "You have 4 minutes until you're supposed to be walkin' down the longest aisle of your life. Hana, please ..."

The photographer looked at you with such sincerity, it made your heart ache. You knew that this was your chance to escape. And you couldn't let it slip away.

You grabbed Hanma's hand and jumped out the window, landing in the bushes below, tearing your dress up and scratching the fuck out of your legs. "I suppose I had that coming." You joked.

Hanma laughed, tore the majority of the skirt off of your dress and swung his leg over the seat of his bike. "Here, put this on. Can't have you freezing off those beautiful tits of yours." Hanma tossed you a leather jacket that was warm and smelled of cigarettes and cologne. "We'll stop and get me a helmet in a bit. You wear this one for now. Let's go, slutty bride."

"Where to?" You asked, wrapping your arms around his waist.

"Anywhere you want, hana," Hanma replied, revving up the engine and driving away from the wedding venue.

Hanma held up the camera on his phone, "Hey," he said to you at the red light, "I never want to forget this." You smooshed your face up next to his and smiled and when the light turned green, he drove away into the city night, leaving behind the confinement of a loveless marriage and the expectations of a family that didn't care.

The only looking back you ever do is pull that photo up off of the nightstand in you and Hanma's room, that he took the day he stole you away from a future you never wanted in the first place.

@arlerts-angel @katkitkats @darkstarlight82 @viburnt

[gamerwoman3d]

Guys I ran outta brain juice but Part 2a(i): Sub-Zero discovers F! Reader IS IN DRAFTS.

[merwynsartblog]

YKW FUCK IT IM DROPPING OLD NOT CANON FACTS ANYMORE ABOUT MARXIN OLD DESIGN AKA

THISSSSSS reminder these are not canon anymore since i changed up his lore a tiny bit. 1) he was married to future matt. future matt died and he was like "oh shit well i gotta go outta here" and then went into the past and went to the time period where tord just moved back in and everyone is doing fine 2) he had a magic book that he stole from future tord. future tord found it during one of his exploration thingys and marxin took it when he ran off. it helped marxin travel back in time and stuff and it has alot of neat stuff in it 3)mayline was actually not from the future and was at the same time period as the gang. marxin came back and basically told his fam "uhh back from war <3" and they believed him 4) veryyyy just. negative like tom. he just was not a sweet guy like he is now 5) this is a reference to a old oc i had that NO ONE will get but. he gets drunk off of apple juice. (my old ew oc before this easillyy got drunk off of apple juice? why? bc my silly young brain thought it was funny)

uh here ya go *runs*

[comatosebunny09]

Plume

Summary: Writer’s block. You’re no stranger to it. Often strikes when you’re stressed and restless. Tonight happens to be one of those instances where you’ve hit a creative wall. Stuck scrutinizing your monitor for hours, racking your brain for the right words to string together. Luckily, Kyojuro is there to assist. To provide a little motivation to keep you focused. Some inspiration, if you will. And then some...

Word Count: ~3K

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Graphic Description of Sex, Alcohol Use, Tobacco Use, Language, Cunnilingus, Intercourse Between Consenting Adults, Bodily Fluids, Pet Names, OOC!Kyo, Female!Reader, MDNI!

Inspiration:  Dern Kala - Khruangbin High Like This - Kevin George Morocco - Alina Baraz ILoveUIHateU - Playboi Carti

Thank you so much for reading! Hope you enjoy!

Tagging: @portgasdariel

 You’ve hit a creative wall.

Though, it’s nothing new. You’re accustomed to such hang-ups. Often have writer’s block when you’re stressed, overworked, and anxious. Tonight is one of those nights where your fingers refuse to translate the madness inhabiting your mind.

You glare down at your iridescent keyboard. Spent a pretty penny on it. It’s clicky, like a typewriter. Figured it would help your productivity, but sadly, it won’t do its job tonight. A quick glance at your smartwatch tells you that it is 11:06 PM. You feel inefficient, having only churned out 500 words for the latest chapter of your story since you first sat down.

Three hours ago.  

You push away from your desk with a sigh rushing past your lips. Slide into your fuzzy slippers, the faux fur a stark contrast to your medallion rug. Your boyfriend on your left eyes you from his peripheral. Engulfed in a round of Black Ops, fiddling with his controller. But Kyojuro tugs his headset away from an ear to ask if you are “all right, darling?” Still keeps his vision plastered on the 65-inch screen mounted overhead.

You give him a half-hearted smile. Drop your shoulders. Peel yourself from the comfort of your gaming chair. “I’m good.” You give his arm a reassuring squeeze. Hate it when he worries about you. He has his own set of issues to deal with, so you don’t want to add to his load.

You yawn and stretch. Joints pop and click. A bottle of Los Osos Merlot calls your name from the freezer. Maybe it’ll help assuage your nerves and melt away whatever’s corking your creative flow.

Your kitchen is dimly lit. Polluted by the yellow, fluorescent stove light whilst you pour yourself some wine. The bulbed glass is crisp in your palm, much like the air circulating through your home. Before you can haul yourself back to your computer, the faint gleam of your hookah beckons you from the corner of your eye.

A little shisha in your system might aid in getting your artistic juices flowing again.

The most time-consuming part is heating up the coals. Coconut. Last a lot longer than standard charcoal, so they’re worth the wait. You drop two in the burner, turning the knob up to get them started. In the meantime, you gather the necessary parts for your hookah. Kyojuro watches with inquisitive brows while you set it up in the midst of your office-slash-game room, closest to the futon—an excellent addition for power naps, lounging, and other miscellaneous activities.

“Taking a break?” the blond asks, having swiveled around in his chair to observe you.

“Mmhmm,” comes your simple response. “Ran outta ideas, so I’m just gonna chill.”

Kyojuro hums, replacing his attention on the T.V. after stating, “take all the time you need then, darling.”

You disappear into the inky hallway. Soon after, return with coal clutched in a small set of silver tongs. The charcoal glimmers an intimidating orange, mirroring the LED lights coloring your office. You place them atop the bowl. Flop down onto the couch after sliding out of your house shoes. Wine glass in one hand, phone in the other, you queue up a playlist on Spotify made for occasions like this.  

Your boyfriend’s sporadic chuckles and praise provide comforting background noise while you sip and unwind. Swipe through your Newsfeed, nothing piquing your interest. You watch over Kyojuro’s shoulder as he gets a multitude of kills. Straight headshots. His back must hurt, carrying his team like that. Time passes like the slow drag of a tide. There’s a subtle purr in your limbs, the merlot working dutifully to put you at ease.

Finally, your pipe finds your fingers. You take a couple puffs to get the shisha going. Opt for slower drags once it’s heated up. The sharp taste of mint and delicate watermelon flavor duel for custody of your tastebuds. As you exhale, a plume of smoke flows from your nostrils, permeating the air with its saccharine scent. You feel a bit more relaxed now. Lean back into the cushions, a sloppy grin plastered on your face.

The fruity aroma attracts your boyfriend. He places his headset down on the desk. Maneuvers himself to sit beside you, thighs touching, shoulder to shoulder. He pats your quad with a virile hand. Scorches through the thick fabric of your sweats while he works out the kinks in your muscles with lithesome fingers.

You lock eyes for a moment. Ingest Kyojuro’s incandescent embers that crinkle with amusement. Wordless. You offer him a hose. Watch with heavy lids whilst he partakes. He rarely smokes, but he’ll sometimes indulge for you.

You’re both enraptured by the music spilling from your speakers. By the strip lights adorning the underside of your desk, shifting colors in tandem with the music. Both of you succumb to the effects of tobacco. Everything becomes a muddled mess to your senses. You’ve lost track of time; somehow dozed off amid sipping and puffing until your bladder makes its presence known.

“Gotta pee,” you say, shooting up, your boyfriend’s tired optics trained on you. You stood a little too quickly. Nicotine’s thrown you off kilter and has you laughing like a lunatic, floundering toward the bathroom.

When you return, well…

There is no mistaking the fervorous light in his eye.

The door clicks shut behind. You lean against it, heart thudding dully in your chest. Kyojuro stares at you with the voracity of a wolf, pupils dilating. Sitting back on the futon, arm draped across the headrest, legs splayed wide in relaxation. A smirk takes possession of his lips. Irises a striking shade of amber, piercing through the pulsating lights. Your boyfriend’s gaze flits southward, ceasing at the rim of your sweatpants. You swallow. All weak-kneed and squeezing your thighs together to ward off the inferno toiling between them.

“Take them off,” Kyojuro instructs. Voice crackles like a gentle hearth fire, though you taste its sinister undercurrents. You’ve slipped your pants down to your ankles without a second thought. Step out of the offending article before he rasps another request when you make a move to sit down.

“Panties too, darling.”

A shiver wracks your body at his timbre. You’ve fucked numerous times, but it always feels like the first with him.

Your satin underwear is soft as it glides down your calves, pooling at your feet. Kyojuro summons you with a thick, curled finger. Pats the space beside him for you to take a seat. And you acquiesce, body moving of its own volition. Take up your pipe again with a shaky hand, feeling his eyes drink you in with the thirst of a man deprived of nourishment for eons.

Kyojuro moves without warning. Amidst a smooth drag of your hookah. Sends you into a coughing fit because of his swiftness. He kneels before you once you’ve quietened down. Encourages your luscious thighs apart, planting your feet flat on the futon. His eyes gloss with lust whilst he cups your bottom, scooting you to the edge. The shine of his irises echoes that of your pussy, wetness coasting down the cleft of your ass.

“What are you doing?” you murmur behind a cloud of smoke. Release a flurry of giggles when hot puffs of air sear your inner thigh. Kyojuro shackles your ankles with firm hands. Kisses the space just shy of your labia, causing your breath to hitch. He captures your eyesight with drunken lids. Presses a modulated kiss to your pretty, plump pussy lips. Invokes a whimper from you, accompanied by a jolt of your hips.

“I thought I might provide you with a little…inspiration.”

And inspire he does.

Kyojuro wastes no time getting to work betwixt your thighs, working your pussy lips apart with a devious tongue. Starts with slow, rhythmic strokes that have your nails scraping against the cushions. Your pelvis surges off the couch in pursuit of his mouth. He follows up with a long swipe that covers the span of your cunt, from your fluttering entrance to the hood of your clitoris. Like you’re an ice cream cone, and he can’t get enough. “Mmm, umai,” he sings into your slobbering sex.

Pleasure flickers in the pit of your belly. You toss your head back, allowing your eyes to fall shut. Kyojuro’s name fleets from your lips in broken syllables, to which he answers with a heady chuckle.

You thread your fingers in his silken locks. Pull him closer, throwing your feet up onto his shoulders. He hits your clit with a succession of quick vertical and diagonal strokes, filling the room with obscene slurps. Laps you into delirium until your blood’s thumping in your throat. Until light spots dance behind your lids. You’re incredibly sensitive, the attention to your clitoris making you keen like a wounded animal. He alternates between fervent and deliberate strokes. Groans into your pussy as if you’re the most delectable thing to ever grace his tongue. Your thighs quake with each swipe. Pelvis lurches with each curl of his tongue. You’re not sure how much longer you will last.

You’re suddenly pushing against his shoulders, incredibly overstimulated.

“K-Kyo, baby, mmm…w-wait, stop!”

He doesn’t, chasing after your cunt like a beast in heat. Holds your legs further apart, only taking a break to ask, “did you cum, baby?” Kyojuro proceeds to dip his tongue into your entrance for a taste. Hums into your delicate pussy, the vibrations of his voice sending you into a frenzy.

“N-no,” you intone, trying to wriggle free, twisting your head. Though your boyfriend’s mouth does terribly distracting things between your legs, you.

Need.

More.

Need to be filled to the brim with something only he can give.

As if sensing your thoughts, Kyojuro tears himself away from your bewitching cunt. Blisters your inner thighs with kisses, gaze interlocking with yours. Chuckles, dark and syrupy whilst stroking your calves, “tell me what you want then, baby.”

You bite your lip. Swallow your resolve. He’s really going to make you say it, isn’t he?

“Please fuck me, Kyo,” you murmur, making his dick jump behind his sweatpants.

If not for the wine and shisha coursing through your system, you would surely blush at the cocksure grin he tosses you.

“Atta’ girl.”

The transition from the futon to the floor is seamless.

You’re wading through molasses. So far gone, you hadn’t registered when your boyfriend picked you up. When your legs wound about his hips, or when he’d lain you into the soft, low pile rug. Just notice the sexy smirk donning his face and the insatiable luster of his eyes.

His sweatpants already discarded. Dick at full mast. This man means business. Saliva puddles in your gullet at the thought of him fucking you into disorientation. You watch through a vignette as his dick slaps against his tanned abs. Want to sip up the bead of precum oozing from his slit.

Fuck.

Kyojuro chortles, tearing his hoodie off his shoulders. Bows down, mouth panning in to lure your own into a succulent kiss. You’re helpless as he coaxes your tongue into a battle of wills. Exchanges the spicy tang of your pussy juice for your pitiful whines. He presses his body weight into you, shaft gliding against your labia whilst he settles himself between your thighs. How badly you want him buried in your pussy, driving you to euphoria.

Thankfully, he doesn’t make you wait long.

Dexterous fingers snake around your wrists. Drag your arms overhead to ensnare them in a powerful grip. And, oh fuck, when Kyojuro taps his heavy cock against your pulsating clit, fireworks soar across your vision. Once, twice. Sticky sounds pervade the atmosphere, making you bite your lip with anticipation gushing through your veins.  

Kyojuro growls as he enters you. The bulbous head of his cock awakens those vulnerable nerve endings at the roof of your pussy. He first hits you with shallow thrusts. Relentless snaps of his hips. Barely penetrates you, lingering, loitering. Pushes you into hysteria because he knows you’re most sensitive just a few inches in. Fuck, you need more, or you might just explode.

You’ve had enough of this torture. You ensnare Kyojuro’s hips with your legs in a vice grip that binds him to you. His saturated abs imprint themselves on your doughy stomach. You dig your heels into the small of his back, forcing his dick deeper. You moan in tandem; the union of your bodies and his cock stretching you so deliciously sends electrical currents surging to all your erogenous zones. Kyojuro’s face contorts with bliss. Brows furrowed, breaths labored. His grip on your wrists slackens. You whimper into his open mouth when he draws his pelvis back until just the tip sits in your weeping cunt. He then pistons his hips back into you, operating like a well-oiled machine.

You pitch your hips toward him to meet him, his pelvic bone kissing your clit. Your pelvis stutters from the contact. Eyes roll into the back of your head, a sticky thread of saliva spilling down your cheek. Pussy flutters, greedily sucking him in. He fucks you into the carpet. Would probably burn your silhouette into the rug with how frantic his thrusts are. Kyojuro curls five thick digits around your throat. Applies just enough pressure with his free hand to accelerate your heartbeat and pilfer your breaths.

“You love this dick, don’t you?” Kyojuro croons. Tries to play it cool even though he’s slowly unraveling overtop you. You fucking adore it when he talks dirty to you. Whispers vulgarities into your ear; a complete contrast to the man he was minutes ago. To the persona he wears daily, reserving the gluttonous brute he truly is for you only. But you can’t answer, his hand squeezing your neck as he hastens his pace. A tingling sensation brewing in your gut. Too much for you to bear.

The sound of your fucking clings to the air. Skin slapping and squelching. Your breaths come out choppy, mirroring his harsh thrusts. Mixed in with the potent aroma of your fluids melding together.    

“Fuck me fuck me fuck me,” you cry. Feel your juices glide down your supple thighs.

“With pleasure, darling,” he answers. Based on his shift in tone, you know that you are in for more than what you bargained for.

By now, Kyojuro’s relinquished his hold on your wrists. Takes to cupping your ass to improve the angle, grazing the sensitive, fleshy spot within that makes your pussy churn out more cream. You can do nothing but take it whilst he plunges into you with erratic motions. You cross your arms behind his neck, holding on for dear life as he buries his chin into the junction of your shoulder, chasing both of your releases. And then, the son of a bitch reaches between your bodies to pinch your swelling clit, giving your body precisely what it’s been aching for.

Even has the nerve to mutter, “cum for me, baby,” sending you careening over the edge.

A kaleidoscope of colors soaks your vision. Body rigid, his name caught in your throat. Euphoria crashes into you like a tumultuous wave. He fucks you through them. Admires the rich band of your lubricant glazing his straining cock. He’s dragged into his orgasm after feeling your pussy pulsate around him. Collapses down into your open arms, breathing irregularly into your shoulder. You take to tracing the chiseled muscles in his back, basking in the afterglow of your lovemaking, admiring how perfectly his body molds to yours. When you’ve both settled down, he unsheathes, a sharp hiss tearing past his lips at the loss of your opulent heat. He turns onto his back beside you, a decadent chuckle vibrating his chest.  

“Inspired enough?” Kyojuro queries, mirth lingering in his tired voice.

You roll your eyes and cluck your tongue. Like he doesn’t already know the answer. A humble smile adorns your lips, nonetheless. And you nod, glancing at your snoozed laptop atop the desk. Your gaze flits back to the Adonis beside you. Mischievousness burbling forth in your veins.

Kyojuro gasps when you roll on top of him. When you grind your overworked, yet still drenched, cunt onto his steadily hardening shaft.

“A little,” you whisper, leaning down for a kiss. “Might need some more motivation, though. To get me through this particular scene.”

Masterlist

[prijune]

Pokemon X Genshin! Featuring our beloved gods as Champion Steven Stone and Wallace! :D

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ggod . if i posted mmy sketches/ddoodles . i woud be unstoppable . but onstead i must onl;y post finished things, 

[drabbles-mc]

Trust Me

Juice Ortiz x F!Reader

Request by @adela-topaz-caelon: So, I love Juice, and I was wondering if you wouldn't mind doing a Juice x Female reader, in which the reader is Opie's younger sister, and helps the club in her own way. She's bubbly, but very ferocious when needs be, and the scenario I have in mind is they've always been attracted to each other, and good friends. When Potter first tries to coerce Juice, she knows something's up, works the truth out of him and goes on this mission for Juice that results in a fluffy coming together

Warnings: language, light angst, Juice being a soft and slightly sad boy

Word Count: 3.9k

A/N: I’m here for all these requests about helping Juice dig himself out of the hole he put himself in during this series haha. Love that for him. Also, this was the most I’ve ever written for Opie as a character and it was actually very enjoyable haha. Hope y’all like this! xo

SOA Taglist: @mijop @garbinge @masterlistforimagines (As always, let me know if you'd like to be tagged!)

You walked across the lot at T-M, scanning the garages for your brother, waiting to see him towering over everyone. He was nowhere to be found, though. With a quiet sigh, you walked up to the garage and waved to get someone’s, anyone’s attention who could give you an answer as to where he was.

Juice had spotted you the second you stepped down out of your car. He jogged over to you, a smile on his face as he met you on the pavement. His grin was one that was impossible not to return. He was wiping grease from the palms of his hands onto his pants so he could hug you without leaving any stains on you.

“Y/N, hey,” he wrapped you in a brief embrace, “All good?”

You stepped back and nodded, “All good. Just looking for Ope? Said he was gonna need help with a couple things tonight and to meet him here.”

Juice nodded, “Think he’s in the clubhouse.”

“Great! Thank you. I’ll see you in a bit,” you flashed him a smile before turning and walking across the lot to the clubhouse.

Juice was left there, unable to do anything besides watch you walk away. He couldn’t help but to be mesmerized by the way you walked, so lightly but with just enough authority to let people know that you weren’t someone to be messed with. Your smile was just inviting enough to let people know that you were kind, but not so disarming that you were setting yourself up to be taken advantage of. If growing up with Opie had taught you anything, it was how to carry yourself.

“You’re askin’ for trouble, brother,” Jax materialized behind him with a chuckle.

“What?” Juice tried to feign ignorance.

“Opie will stomp you out like the bug you are if you ever try to get too close to her.”

Juice shook his head, “I don’t even know what you’re talking about.”

“Sure,” he chuckled and clapped him on the back, “Whatever you say.”

Despite the fact that Jax had just called him out, he still couldn’t make himself walk back to the garage until you had disappeared into the clubhouse, the door shutting behind you. Juice let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. With a shake of his head, he walked back to the truck that he had been working on, his brain now running at a mile a minute with so many different thoughts of you.

Juice had fallen a little in love with you the first time he’d seen you. He hadn’t been in Charming all that long, and was just starting to slip into the role of prospect. He was in the clubhouse, stacking cases of beer behind the bar when you came striding in. It felt like the wind had gotten knocked out of his lungs as he looked you over—he was certain that you had made a wrong turn somewhere. There was no way that a girl like you purposely landed yourself in a place like the Samcro clubhouse.

You’d walked up to the bar, given him a smile that made him weak in the knees, and asked if he had seen your brother.

“Wh-who’s your brother?” he stammered out nervously, now jittery not just from the fact that he thought you were beautiful, but also from the fact that you were the sister of one of the men in the MC.

You laughed as you sat down on the stool directly across from him, “Ah, so you’re the new guy,” you looked him up and down before finally answering his question, “Opie.”

His eyes went wide, “Opie?”

You chuckled, “I know—I got the all the looks and he got all the height. Unfortunate division of genes.”

“Thought I heard trouble,” Opie’s voice cut through the clubhouse before the conversation between you and Juice could continue any further.

You laughed as he walked up behind you, resting his hands down on your shoulders and pulling you back into him, you head resting back against the leather of his kutte. Opie had dismissed Juice, granting himself some privacy to be able to talk to his sister without any interruptions. However as Juice left the clubhouse that day, he knew that you were someone he wasn’t going to be forgetting about any time soon.

The two of you had become friends rather quickly after that. You loved all of the guys in the MC—they were your brothers as much as they were Opie’s. But you couldn’t deny that there was something different about Juice. He had a type of light and kindness emanating from him that you just didn’t see in Charming very often, let alone in the club. Your brother had kept a close, scrutinizing eye on you when the two of you first started spending time together, but as time went on he conceded that maybe it was a good friendship for the both of you. You were level-headed enough to keep Juice reined in, and he kept you from taking yourself too seriously. It took some time, but Opie eventually stopped feeling like he had to constantly be looking over your shoulder whenever you were around Juice.

That first day felt like it was lifetimes ago now, though. You made your way back to the dorms once you didn’t see Opie sitting in the main area of the bar. The door to his room was closed, so you gave it a couple knocks and waited for your cue to enter. A few moments later, Opie pulled the door open and offered up a tired smile as he pulled you into a hug and kissed the top of your head.

“You look like shit,” you said with a laugh as you sat down on his bed.

“Good to see you too,” he chuckled and shook his head, trying to smooth out his extremely disheveled hair.

“Everything alright?”

“Need to ask you for a favor.”

You nodded, assuming that that was where this conversation was going to be heading, “Whatever you need.”

“Got some club business to handle. Most of us are gonna be outta town for a few days. Was wondering if you would be willing to stay here and help keep things running smoothly?”

You shrugged, nodding, “Yea, of course. Who’s gonna have the kids?”

“Mom.”

You nodded, a little surprised that your mother was still willing to take the kids when Opie had club business. You weren’t going to get into that discussion with him, though, “Who else is staying behind?”

“It’s just gonna be you, Chucky, and Juice. Gemma’s got family shit going on so we could really use you here at T-M. Mechanics will still be on deck and everything, but I’d feel better knowing we had someone else here who was Samcro.”

You loved that you got to be part of the inner circle of everything happening with the club. You didn’t get to know everything, but you got to know more than most. The fact that Opie trusted you meant the world to you. There was something exciting about the fact that every now and then he talked about you like you were part of the club.

“I got you,” you said with a nod, “But I’m crashing here. I don’t trust what might be on the sheets in anyone else’s dorms.”

He laughed, “Smart,” he ran his hands over his face, “Thank you, Y/N. I appreciate it.”

“You guys heading out tonight?”

“Couple hours,” he sighed, “Sorry for the short notice.”

You shrugged, “No big deal. We always figure it out,” you stood up and gave him a hug, “I’m gonna go pack some shit to bring here with me for the next few days. I’ll try to be back before you guys head out.”

“Alright. Love you.”

“Love you back,” you called to him as you walked out of his dorm.

Later that afternoon, once all of the guys had peeled out of the compound, you realized just how quiet things were at T-M when they weren’t all around causing trouble. It was peaceful but it also felt a little empty. The chaos is what made it feel like home.

You walked into the clubhouse and saw Juice sitting at the bar, typing furiously away at his laptop. You smiled as you sauntered onto the other side of the bar, grabbing one beer for yourself and one for him, popping the caps off on the edge of the bar. You set his next to his laptop and you saw the smile creep across his face even though he didn’t take his eyes off of the screen in front of him.

“Just you and me for the next few days, Juice,” you said with a smirk.

That got his eyes to flick up to you for a moment. He smiled, a nervous laugh slipping out past his lips, “Looks like it.”

“Don’t look so nervous,” you chuckled, “You know I don’t bite.”

It hit Juice that this was the first time that the two of you were going to be left to your own devices for an extended period of time. The idea of it was exciting and terrifying for him all at once. For years he’d admired you and kept it to himself so he wouldn’t catch any of Opie’s wrath. But he had never been able to shake the feeling that maybe, possibly, you felt the same way about him. He was never bold enough to ask, but there was always a feeling in his gut that his feelings weren’t one-sided. There had never been the chance to even try to discuss it, there were always so many other people around, namely your brother and your father. Neither of those men were people that Juice felt like pissing off.

“You crashing here?” he asked.

You nodded as you sipped on your beer, “Yea. Taking Ope’s room. You?”

He nodded, “Always do when the guys leave town. Someone’s gotta stay here and make sure the bad guys don’t get in,” there was a childish grin on his face.

You laughed, “The bad guys just rolled out of town a few minutes ago.”

The two of you existed peacefully with each other as the afternoon bled over into the evening. You were camped out on the picnic table outside the clubhouse, a drink in one hand and a book in the other. You were laying on your back on top of the table, book perched carefully on your chest as you absorbed another page of the story.

You heard Juice’s phone going off, followed quickly by the sound of him answering it. You wanted to eavesdrop, but he was just a little too far away to be able to make out what he was saying. You sat up on the table, swinging your legs so that your feet landed on the bench. You stretched and waited for Juice to step outside.

He came out a couple minutes later, shrugging a hoodie on over his kutte. You saw the confused look on his face and just as you were about to ask him where he was going, he turned and looked at you, “Be back in a bit. Got some shit I gotta handle.”

“Everything okay?”

He nodded, “Yea. Just lock the gate behind me, don’t want you here by yourself unprotected.”

You agreed, fighting the urge to ask all of the questions that were bubbling up in your mind. You watched as he pulled his helmet on and hopped onto his bike. He looked at you and offered up a half-hearted smile before peeling out of the compound. With a heavy sigh, you did as he asked, shutting and locking the gates behind him once he had left.

Your original plan had been to head to bed, but you knew that you weren’t going to be able to fall asleep without knowing that he was back safe and sound in the clubhouse. A million different scenarios were running through your mind as you made your way back to Opie’s dorm. You tried to tune out your own brain as you changed into an old hoodie and a pair of sweatpants. You figured you would just hang out in the clubhouse and wait for Juice to get back—there wasn’t much else to do otherwise especially now that you were locked onto the compound.

Not too long after Juice had left, you got a check-in text from Opie. You didn’t mention that Juice had left you on your own. It was either one of two scenarios: it was club business and Opie knew about it, or it was personal business and Opie didn’t need to know about it. You reassured him that all was quiet.

Juice had been gone for a couple hours and you were starting to get worried. You wanted to reach out, send a text or give him a call, but you refrained. If he needed your help he knew how to reach you. You were sprawled on the couch in the clubhouse, eyes resting shut but still incredibly awake.

You heard the clubhouse door open. You slowly sat up and looked over at Juice, who was clearly trying to step quietly because he thought that you had been asleep. Embarrassment flashed across his features for a moment when he saw you looking at him attempting to tip-toe on the creaky hardwood floors. He looked so much more exhausted than when he had left.

“You okay? Was starting to get a little worried.”

He nodded, “Fine. Just some personal shit going on.”

He had never been a good liar. But you knew that it wasn’t the time to press the issue, “Alright. I’m here if you wanna talk, you know. Every now and then I even have good advice.”

He forced a smile, “Thank you.”

He disappeared back towards the dorms and left you alone in the open expanse of the bar. You sighed, leaning your head back against the arm of the couch. Running your hands down over your face, you let out a quiet groan. You got up off the couch and shut off all the lights in the main area of the bar. It was one of the only times you’d ever seen it empty, clean, and quiet. You headed back towards the dorms.

Stopping just outside Juice’s door, you took a deep breath in to pluck up some courage. You tapped your knuckles lightly on his door that was slightly ajar. You heard some shuffling around before his voice called out for you to come in.

You walked in to see him in a t-shirt and a pair of boxers. Your breath got caught in your throat, and for a moment you forgot that you were popping in to check on him. You shook your head to dispel the thoughts. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, feet planted firmly on the floor. He wouldn’t look up at you and it made your heart sink inside your chest.

“You sure you’re alright? If you want some company I—”

“I’m fine,” he cut you off, something he’d never done before, “Goodnight, Y/N. I’ll see you in the morning.”

You tried to hide how much it had stung to have him be that short with you. Your voice was soft, “Goodnight.”

You laid in bed and stared up at the ceiling. You hated that Juice being short with you had such a negative effect on you, but he’d never been that way with you. The club had been through some serious ups and downs, and even when things felt like they were crumbling, he was always kind and soft with you. It concerned you as much as anything else.

It was reaching into the small hours of the morning and you still hadn’t been able to fall asleep. You huffed, swinging your legs off the bed and standing up. You flipped the hood of your sweatshirt up and made your way out into the clubhouse, hoping that maybe a shot or two of something strong would help put you to sleep. You were fumbling around in the dark when you heard the click of a gun behind you.

“It’s me,” you knew it was Juice, so you didn’t bother to turn around.

“Jesus Christ,” he clicked the safety back on his gun and let his hands drop to his sides, “Why are you up so early?”

“Late,” you corrected, “Never fell asleep.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously,” you grabbed a bottle of whiskey and took a swig, cringing as the liquor burned down your throat.

“Whoa, whoa,” Juice walked over and took the bottle from you, “I don’t think that’s the answer to the problem.”

You looked at him, still seeing worry etched into his features, the light in his eyes just a little duller than usual, “What’s going on with you?”

He glanced over at you as he put the bottle away, “What?”

“You heard me. What happened tonight?”

“Is that why you haven’t been able to sleep?”

It felt childish to say, but you did anyway, “You’ve never snapped at me like that.”

He sighed, running his hand along his fauxhawk as he did. He forced himself to look over at you. He couldn’t lie to you but he didn’t want to tell you the truth either. There was too much on the line for both of you.

“It’s nothing that you need to get roped into,” he answered honestly.

“I’m not just Opie’s sister, you know,” you waited for him to look you in the eyes, “I’m your friend. I’m…I’m someone who cares about you. You can talk to me—I’m not just gonna go running to my fucking brother.”

“I know,” his response was immediate, “I know you won’t. It’s not that. It’s just, fuck,” he shook his head, “The whole thing is a mess.”

“C’mon,” you waved for him to walk with you back towards the dorms, “sit and talk with me.”

The two of you found yourselves sat on Juice’s bed. You were both sitting cross-legged, facing each other. Juice twisted his hands nervously in his lap as he started to tell you about everything that had been happening with him and Roosevelt and Potter. He told you about what they had said to him at the meeting that night, about the position that they were putting him in.

“I can’t go to the club with this.”

“Why not?” you knew the situation wasn’t ideal, but there was no one that the club hated more than the feds. If anything, they would be more than willing to help take them down or at the very least run them out of Charming.

“I can’t risk losing this,” he gestured around him to the dorm and clubhouse around him, “It’s the only home, the only family that I’ve got,” he paused, eyes searching your face for a moment, “And I can’t lose you either.”

A wave of warmth washed over you at the sentiment. You reached forward and placed your hands on top of his, “Juice, like it or not, you’re never going to be able to get rid of me. You’re stuck with me now.”

He chuckled, trying to make it seem like his emotions weren’t about to get the better of him, “Promise?”

“Promise,” you nodded towards his nightstand where his laptop was resting, “Grab that for me.”

He did as you asked, but couldn’t hide his confusion as he handed it over to you. You smiled at the expression on his face as you began to start typing away on his keyboard. In that moment he realized he’d never seen you use a computer—you’d never had a reason to around him. He watched in awe as your fingers flew across the keyboard.

You were lying on your stomach on his bed, laptop propped up on his pillow. Juice was lying down beside you, close enough for you to feel the heat radiating off of his body and soaking into yours. You tried not to focus on that as you continued to click through windows and move things around on his desktop.

“Do I get to ask what you’re doing?”

You chuckled, “I’m doing a little information recon,” you glanced over at him with a smile, “You’re not the only one with tech know-how around here, Juicy. I just never wanted to steal your thunder in front of the guys.”

He chuckled, shaking his head, “How kind of you. What’re you looking for, anyway?”

“Dirt,” you replied simply.

“On Potter?” when you nodded in response, he couldn’t hide the doubt that was warping his features, “You’re not going to be able to find anything on him. There’s no way his shit isn’t locked in a vault somewhere behind twenty million walls of encryptions.”

You shook your head, “Oh ye of little faith. No one is clean,” you sighed, “Especially not the fucking feds.”

Juice laughed, “Now you’re sounding like a patch.”

You chuckled, “Might as well be.”

Your typing faltered when you felt his hand slide underneath the warm fabric of your hoodie. His palm rested gently in the center of your back, and he didn’t make any comment about it. You fought to keep your composure, but the warmth seeping into your skin from his was making it difficult.

He rested his chin onto your shoulder and you felt like you were about to combust. He spoke up, his tone gentle, “Thank you.”

“Yea,” you fought to keep your tone even, “of course. You know I’ve always got your back.”

“And I’m sorry. About earlier, I mean. I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that—I know you just wanted to help.”

“It’s okay.”

“It’s not,” he slid his hand so that his arm was wrapped around you and pulled you close to him, prying your attention away from his computer, “I was just hit with all these thoughts of losing everything that I have here. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.”

You reveled in the feelings of his arms being wrapped around you. Gently, hesitantly, you reached out and traced your fingers down the side of his face. He let his eyes flutter shut as he leaned into your touch and you could feel your heart swelling inside your chest. There was a softness to him that you hoped he would never lose.

“We’re going to figure this out,” you leaned in and pressed your forehead to his, “Do you trust me?”

He took a deep breath and nodded as he wrapped his arms tighter around you, “Yea, I do.”

“Juice?” you asked after a few moments of silence.

He pulled away from you just enough so that he could look into your eyes, “Yea?”

“Can I stay here with you tonight?”

His heart was beating fast enough that he could’ve sworn that you could hear it, “Y-yea. Of course.”

You smiled as you shut the laptop and placed it back onto his bedside table. You shimmied yourself underneath the covers and waited for him to do the same. It was going to be a long few days of trying to get as many answers put together before everyone got back, but those were problems for the morning. For now, you focused on the feeling of Juice’s heartbeat against your cheek as you snuggled into him. His hand caressed your back and you let out a quiet hum of contentment. You felt him smile against your forehead before he placed a gentle kiss there.

“Goodnight,” he said softly.

You finally felt your exhaustion starting to kick in, “Goodnight.”

[babygurlkamya]

Can’t Get You Get Out Of My Head Part 5

Warning: Slight Cussing, More love of Harry Styles.

Word count:2451

Here’s my Masterlist!!

A/N: Also this will in included so gifs in here. Also thank you for the love and support!!

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Julie and Anastasia walked down the steps of Julie’s house laughing. Anastasia and Julie were busy studying for hours and both were hungry so they decided to take a break. Julie had turned the corner but immediately let out a small shriek after seeing the slight of Luke staring into Julie’s fridge.  

“We’re never gonna get used to that.” Said Julie. Anastasia nodded her head agreeing with Julie. 

“Do you guys even eat?” Asked Julie.

Luke shook his head. “I just wanna see what’cha got.”

“Not gonna lie, you like a lost puppy staring at the food.” Said Anastasia. Luke looked at her for a second smiling before looking back at the food in the fridge.

Julie grabbed the jelly and shut the fridge door passing right through Luke’s body.

“Hey!” Luke protested. “You know how long it took me to open that?”

“I would say twenty-five years,” Anastasia said looking at Luke. Julie chuckled. 

“Sorry, I don’t believe in wasting power,” Julie told Luke. Anastasia moved to the right side of Julie and sat on the counter.

“Good, because that’s exactly what I wanted to talk to you about,” Luke revealed, walked over to the girls standing in between Julie and Anastasia.

“Her power usage?” Anastasia questioned.

“No. The power that she has.” Julie gave him a confused look, so he continued. “Your voice. Your piano playing. Dude, you’re like a human wrecking ball. I’m pretty sure you too.” Luke said pointing at Asia. “If we heard you sing again and not dancing around your kitchen. It would be amazing.” 

Julie looked at Luke and Asia. “What’s he talking about?”

“He caught me singing and dancing to Harry Styles in my kitchen, like a creep.” Anastasia glared at Luke.

“You have amazing taste, Asia. Harry Styles is one gorgeous man.”

Anastasia looked up shaking her head. “He truly is but back to what Luke was saying.”

“What’s that supposed to be some kind of pep talk or?” Asked Julie making Anastasia’s sandwich.

“What I’m saying is that you have to power to move people. To knock them off their feet. And there is no way your teachers wouldn’t let you back into school if they heard you play like that.”

“Well, we asked her and she said Julie has to wait until next semester.” 

“That was your first mistake,”  Luke scoffed in disgust. “Asking.”

“You do know that asking is the polite thing to do, right? Or did you not have manners back in your day?” Anastasia said.

Luke rolled his eyes at Anastasia's comment as he sat on top of the counter across from Anastasia. “That’s not what I mean, Asia. Sunset Curve booked gigs by doing. We went into ambush mode. We played in front of clubs, we played in back of clubs, we even played book club.”

“Book club? You have to be joking with me.” Said Anastasia grabbing her sandwich and then taking a bite out of it.

Luke smirked at her. “Yeah. We didn’t get many gigs out of that one but they did have pretty gnarly snacks.”

“Can we go back on topic?” Julie asked.

Luke looked at Julie. “I’m just saying, don’t ask for permission.” He kicked his legs in a circle as they went through Anastasia. “Swing that wrecking ball of talent at your teacher’s head and smash those stupid rules right outta their brains.”

“I’m always down for violence but I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Anastasia commented.

“And this is a school, not a club.”

“It’s a closed door and you gotta bust it open.” Julie had walked over to the cabinet to get a glass and Luke popped his head through the door. He followed her over to the fridge as Julie grabbed the orange juice out of her fridge. “Sorry. Once I start with the metaphors, I can’t stop. I learned that in book club.”

“They’re not just gonna let me back in,” Julie said pausing for a moment as she walked straight through Luke. 

“If getting back into music is what you want, then you gotta go for it. Learn from me. Your tainted hot dog could be right around the corner.”

Julie lowered her peanut butter and jelly sandwich from her mouth just as she was about to take a bite. “I don’t even have anything prepared.”

“Thought you’d say that.” Luke pulled a folded up piece of paper from his pocket. “It’s called “Bright.” It’s a Sunset Curve song I wrote that we never got to record, but it’s perfect for your and Anastasia ranges.”

“Wait, did you figure out my range when I was singing in Harry Styles in my kitchen?” Anastasia asked.

“Yes and No. When you were bringing groceries I may have looked on your computer and found your old singing videos.”

“If I could punch you I would.” Anastasia glared at Luke. 

Luke sent a wink back at her. “Unfortunately you can’t sweetheart.” Anastasia felt her heart skip a beat after Luke called her sweetheart. “ Check out the chorus for a second. If you add a little bit of piano, I’m telling you… And rise through the night, you and I, we will fight to shine together.” 

Julie picked up the page and flipped it over as Anastasia hopped off the counter. They read more of the lyrics as they joined into Luke’s singing. “And rise through the night, you and I, we will fight to shine together.”

“Go up high,” Luke instructed.

All three of them raised their voice an octave a little higher. “Bright forever.”

“Yes!” Luke chuckled.

“We could do try this tomorrow, Asia.”

“Julie, I would love to but I’m performing with Carrie tomorrow.”

“Please, Anastasia” Julie pleaded, giving her puppy eyes.

“Fine, I’ll see what I can do.” Asia gave Julie a slight smile before looking at Luke. “Thanks, Luke. We really appreciate it.”

Luke tugged his bottom lip in between his teeth and giving her a cut smile in return. Which causes Anastasia to slightly blush. She quickly looked down back at the paper and read the lyrics.

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Anastasia was standing next to the girls of Dirty Candy waiting for them to be announced. Their music teacher announced the group as they walked to the middle of the auditorium. They got into their positions. The song had started and all the girls started to dance. On the side of her eyes she could she Julie and Flynn walk into the auditorium. Flynn didn’t seem pleased at Anastasia she was dancing but Asia had ignored her. Julie had given her a slight smile and she had smiled back as Carrie started to sing. After she had done her spin she had noticed that the boys had poofed next to Julie. 

“We wanna see you stick it to the man,” said Luke clearly being loud as he can since only Julie and Asia could him. “Isn’t that right, boys?”

“Man, I miss high school,” Reggie said causing the boys to look towards the performance.

“Wait, is that Anastasia?” Asked Alex. 

“Yes, that’s her,” said Julie.

“Made moves, On the rise now, Run stuff, get a piece of that pie now, We're the best, no doubt, Check it out, yeah, we make em say "wow", All the girls started to dance on the floor., Come follow me, we goin' make history, Cause we are the champions like Freddy Mercury, Yeah, we gonna rock you, never gonna not too, Always making headlines, yeah, we're the hot news”

Anastasia and Kayla helped Carrie get off the floor. Anastasia noticed Reggie and Luke were just staring at her so she decides to shoot them a wink.

“Made moves, On the rise now, Run stuff, get a piece of that pie now, We're the best, no doubt, Check it out, yeah, we make em say "wow", Wow... wow!, Wow... wow!, Wow... wow!”

Alex was copying the girls dancing and accidentally bumped into Luke, making him snap out of his trance and signal to Alex to stop.

“Wow..., Check it out, yeah, we make em say "wow"

The whole school cheered for Dirty Candy. “Thank You,” Carrie said. A girl screamed, “We love you, Carrie!” 

“Oh, I love you too!” Carrie said waving back at them. “Make sure to check out my new Youtube video and Oh, go Bobcats.” The crowd cheered for the girls as they walked off. Anastasia quickly ran over to Julie, Flynn, and the boys.

“Reggie, can you close your mouth, please?” Asia said quietly.

Reggie closed his mouth. “Oh.. Oh.. Yeah. Sorry,” Reggie said awkwardly.

“Nice moves, Alex.”

“You saw that... I-”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to explain it.” Asia smiled at Alex.

“I hoped you enjoyed yourself,” said Flynn glaring at Asia.

Anastasia rolled her eyes and turned to Julie. “You good?” Julie nodded.

The Principal along with Ms. Harrison walked into the spotlight. “Thank you, Dirty Candy.”

“Now’s your chance, go talk to her.” Flynn smiled at Julie. “I’ll see you in music class!” Flynn 

walked off to find a seat.

“That was sweet!” Principal Lessa joked. She gave a few more announcements.

“What are you waiting for this is your time?” Reggie asked, pointing to the stage.

“Yeah. I mean, you look really nervous. Like yack in a bowl nervous.” Alex said giving her a look of concern. 

Julie frowned “I just don’t think we’ve had enough time to work on the song.”

“Julie, I wouldn’t have you two the song if I didn’t think you weren’t gonna rock it! Now there’s a piano on that stage with your name on it.”

“Julie, you got this,” said Anastasia gave Julie a big smile.

“Are you coming up with me?”

“About that....” Anastasia trails off pulling Julie aside away for the boys. “Julie, you know better than anyone. I can’t go up there looking like this and on top of that this is your moment. I don’t want to risk that for you. I know you can do this without me. If you get scared just look at me.”

Julie sighed. “I guess, Asia.” Julie walked off and went up to the stage. She slowly sat down at the piano with a microphone. Asia walked back over to the boys as the crowd began to leave the auditorium. Julie played a chord on the piano before stopping. She looked back up at Asia and the three boys next to her.

“You got this,” Luke encouraged.

Julie continued to play the intro of Bright on the piano, quickly a spotlight suddenly shined over her as Julie began to sing. “Sometimes I think I'm falling down, I wanna cry, I'm calling out, For one more try to feel alive”

“And when I feel lost and alone, I know that I can make it home, Fight through the dark and find the spark” The crowd had stopped walking out as they heard Julie sing. Asia, Reggie, and Alex looked at Luke as he was singing the lyrics along with Julie. “Life is a risk, but I will take it, Close my eyes and jump, Together, I think that we can make it, C'mon let's run”

Suddenly, the boys with their instruments and Anastasia appeared on the stage. Julie looked at the boys and then at Anastasia as she wasn’t in her dirty candy outfit. Anastasia was in black ripped jeans and a white top.  Anastasia's eyes widened as she looked at her clothes and the guys. Julie motioned for Asia to sing with her. Anastasia pulled the mic up to her mouth and began to sing with Julie.

“And rise through the night, you and I”

We will fight to shine together, bright forever”

Julie got up from the piano bench and moved over to Anastasia who was in the middle of the stage while the students gathered around on the floor. The girls looked over to the boys as they were shocked about the situation.

“And rise through the night, you and I, We will fight to shine together, bright forever”

Anastasia locked eyes with Luke. He was completely shocked that the crowd could see him. She slightly smiled and walked over to him.

“They can see us,” Luke breathed out. “Ana, They can see us.”

Anastasia bit her lip. “A little crazy right.” Luke smiled at her comment before rushing up to his microphone to sing his part. “In times that I doubted myself, I felt like I needed somе help, Stuck in my head with nothing left.”

Julie danced with Reggie and Anastasia dancing towards Alex as they were both smiling at each other with pure excitement.

“I feel somеthing around me now, So unclear, lifting me out, I found the ground I'm marching on”

Reggie walked over to Luke and shared a mic with him as they sang the pre-chorus together.

“Life is a risk, but we will take it., Close my eyes and jump, Together, I think that we can make it, C'mon let's run”

Anastasia quickly ran over to Julie. As both of them sang the chorus along with Luke. “And rise through the night, you and I, We will fight to shine together, bright forever, And rise through the night, you and I, We will fight to shine together, bright forever”

“In times that I doubted myself” Luke sang. Anastasia walked over to Luke and held the microphone up to his face, with a smile on her face as they walked back to the middle of the stage. “I felt like I needed some help, Stuck in my head with nothing left”

“And when I feel lost and alone, I know that I can make it home, Fight through the dark” Anastasia pointed the microphone back towards her as Luke played next to her.

She stopped singing to let Julie have her big moment. “And find the spark!” 

While Julie held the note Anastasia and the boys joined together for the chorus again while Alex sang to echoes. “And rise (rise) through the night (throught the night), you and I (you and I), We will fight to shine together (we will shine together) bright forever (bright forever), And rise (rise) through the night (throught the night), you and I (you and I), We will fight to shine together (we will shine together), bright forever.” 

Julie and Anastasia held the last note out together. When they finished the crowd began cheering. Anastasia, Julie, and the boys bowed. As they finished bowing the crowd gasped and the two girls turned around and noticed that the boys disappeared from the stage. Julie looked at her with a confused look on her face. They’re gonna have a lot of trouble trying to explain this.

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A/N:I hope you guys in enjoyed this part it did take my a while but im hoping that next part won’t take me so long to do.

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[gamerwoman3d]

Y'all tied on the poll and I'm writing ✍️ right now and I'm to the point where he finds F! Reader and I'm like... stuck?

[cure-the-plague]

Gorerober day 14 - hollow

Ran outta brain juice on this one

[thanksjro]

Dark Cybertron Chapter 7: Simon Furman and His Lack of a Relationship with the Singular They

The Lost Light is still being attacked by Ammonites, like it has been for the last few issues. Hound’s taken over as acting field commander and is calling all the shots. Chromedome uses his stupid beefy arms to punch things. Trailcutter is screaming. Swerve’s got his My First Blaster™ strapped to the top of his alt, and saves Crosscut.

Crosscut is our toy tie-in character for this issue. He’s a senator, and drafts play scripts. Arguably one of the more interesting tie-in guys, at least in theory. In practice, all he’s doing is forgetting Swerve’s name, which isn’t going to help the guy with his through-the-floor self esteem.

Crosscut points out that Swerve’s communicator is flashing, and while he’s checking his voicemail, all the Ammonites seemingly vanish… at least, until the gang realizes that they’re instead heading for Metroplex.

Inside, it would appear that the Rod Pod Squad aren’t actually dead, though their ride is probably toast. Before everything went to hell, a wall slammed down from the ceiling, protecting everyone from being utterly destroyed. Skids has figured out what all the arrow graffiti is about, earning himself a BOMP from Getaway. Looks like the internal structure of Metroplex has been shifting, and that’s why they got the runaround last issue. Also, Whirl’s gone missing, but we don’t have time to worry about that, because Swerve just called back with some bad news: the admium flakes they saw earlier mean that Metroplex has an alchemical virus.

Don’t you look at me like that, I’m getting to the explanation.

Alchemical viruses turn the metal of the body into admium, a rare, incredibly soft metal that will break down very easily and also kill you. It’s pretty bad to have. Also, contagious. Fellas better get outta there, posthaste.

The Ammonites are also storming Metroplex, so that’s an additional issue. God, it just never stops, does it?

Over in the Dead Universe-

Is

Is that a fortress of evil in the shape of Nova Prime’s head?

Is that a goddamned fortress-

Anyway, the center of Nova Prime’s universe is Kup, who was the guy who got oh-so-dramatically revealed at the end of the last issue. Unfortunately, Orion Pax also considers Kup to be very near and dear to his heart, and the whole “being turned into a space bridge” thing is going to be an issue.

This is the weirdest love triangle I’ve ever seen.

How the hell did Kup even get here? Well, in order to know that, you’ve have to had read Infestation, the bullshit zombie crossover comic miniseries that ran in 2011.

But I’m not going to do that.

Because I don’t want to.

After a bit of showboating, Nova Prime orders Nightbeat to take Team -Imus to their cell.

Over on Cybertron, Shockwave is getting real sick of Galvatron’s shit, but Galvatron is too busy posing dramatically to notice. Waspinator, Metalhawk, and Dreadwing float in the air. I’m not sure what they’re up to, but I’m sure it’s important. Jhiaxus shows up with a gaggle of goons, one of which seems to have forgotten his face in the jar by the door.

Galvatron gets shamed for tearing Megatron in half, since that sort of broke the space bridge in his torso, but he’s too busy being classist to care. Waspinator floats in the background. What are you doing back there, pal?

Shockwave orders Waspinator to carry Megatron to his quarters, but Galvatron’s decided that he’s going to be an asshole about everything today, even when he’s being helpful.

…Okay, Boomer.

Waspinator still ends up hauling Megatron’s ass away, and Shockwave and Jhiaxus have a little chat.

Back in the dead universe, Team -Imus are in their cell, as Nightbeat double-checks the locks or some shit, I dunno. They’re gonna get their sparks ripped out later in the day, so that the space bridge Kup’s got running in his torso finally has enough juice to actually friggin’ work.

Then Rodimus flashes his mystery hand at Nightbeat and makes him fall down. In order for the whole brainwashing thing to work, Nightbeat’s true nature had to be suppressed; however, whenever Rodimus shows off his mystery hand, it makes his brain kickstart back on, messing up the brainwashing.

Well, you know what, Cyclonus? That’s not my fucking fault. Blame Roberts and Barber. I certainly do.

ORION PLEASE.

We finally get a look at what Rodimus’ hand mystery is, and if you read Eugenesis, you might know where this is going. It would seem Nightbeat has not- which is for the best, really, given what happens to him in it- but he’s still a pretty smart cookie and can suss it out through the power of deductive reasoning. Here’s what he’s working with:

After a moment’s deliberation, he asks Rodimus, who he knows to be the captain of a ship, how many folks are riding around in the space yacht. Rodimus tells him 190, and shows off that he’s got his lipgloss on, and it would seem that Nightbeat’s a free man again. He lets everyone out of the cell, and they gear up to go pick up Kup. Orion Pax is confused as to what the hell just happened here, and Rodimus promises to explain why he’s carved a division problem into his palm once they aren’t in immediate danger.

Back on Cybertron, Galvatron and Waspinator are dragging Megatron’s halves towards Shockwave’s quarters, when Bumblebee pops out of nowhere with a gun and a mouth full of swears. He’s here for Megatron, and he’s not taking “no” for an answer. Galvatron thinks that this is super fucking funny, and tosses Megatron like an empty soda can into the wall so he can squash a bug.

It looks pretty grim for ol’ Bumblebee, but suddenly Galvatron realizes he left the oven on that Megatron’s gone missing.

Oh, there he is!

Megatron blasts Galvatron in the torso, then- in a surprisingly polite manner, at least for him- tells Bumblebee to grab his legs so they can get out of here. As the two of them traverse the burned-out husk that is Cybertron, Megatron decides to be a complete bastard, as he smiles at the idea of Starscream suffering. Like, dude, I know he kept you in weird hamster ball jail and spouted soliloquies in your general direction every single day you were there, but folks are dying right now.

Speaking of Starscream, he’s having a moment, as he sits on his knees and stares at the sky in abject horror while the world burns around him. Scoop comes by to yell at him for being a harbinger of death, and generally being a less than stellar leader, and Starscream halfway calls himself a dumpster fire.

Back inside Metroplex, the Rod Pod Squad are fortifying their defenses against the Ammonites, even though they really need to be getting the hell out of there before they get turned into talcum powder through the power of alchemy. Whirl shows back up, the Ammonite hanger-on in his grasp, and we get the skinny on why the hell the Ammonites are involved with this whole debacle anyway.

The answer is Shockwave.

The answer is always Shockwave.

Then the little dude explodes. It’s fine, they do that sometimes.

Before he went kablooey, little dude uttered the phrase, “if the dead are not enough.” We’ll get to what all that’s about later. Right now there are far more important things going on.

LIKE MOTHERFUCKING LADY ROBOTS.

But why is this such a big deal? Why is it that non-male coded robots who aren’t Arcee haven’t been seen up until this point? What’s up with that, huh?

Well, in order to understand IDW’s complicated relationship with gender, we’re going to have to do some digging into the history of Transformers as a franchise.

We’re going to have to talk about Simon Furman.

We're going to have to talk about Prime's Rib.

And we’re going to have to talk about Spotlight: Arcee.

Simon Furman wrote a lot of Transformers. You cannot get away from Simon Furman, because the man is so ingrained in the franchise. He was there for Marvel UK, he was there for the back half of Marvel US, he wrote for several other publication runs of Transformers, he worked on the Earth Wars mobile game-

-and, of course, IDW publishing.

Because Furman is so very well established and known in the industry, he gets the benefit of not being questioned on a lot of the calls he makes.

Which is a problem, because the man is a massive misogynist.

In 1989, Marvel UK #234 came out, containing the story entitled “Prime’s Rib!” in which the Autobots built Arcee in order to appease a group of strawmen feminists. Of course, one female Transformer isn’t enough for them, and they yell at poor Optimus Prime for trying his best. This is the point where Hot Rod is used as a writer avatar to try to smooth things over with the reader, because you see, the Transformers don’t even know what sexual dimorphism and gender identity even is, so of course they wouldn’t have female members of their race! Jazz is used for a breast joke. Arcee acts like a massive, stereotypical bitch the whole time, despite not having been written like that at all in the other issues. It’s a bad comic with hideous ideology leaking out of it, and I'm halfway sorry I read it, so I’ll just give you the essence of this nightmare.

Oh, those big, mean, scary feminists are bullying the robots for living their lives, huh Furman? Life is just so goddamned unfair when a woman exists in your fucking line of sight.

Furman has gone on record saying that he doesn’t see the point in including the concept of gender in a race of non-sexually reproducing robots. He sees them as “genderless.” Which, if that statement existed in a vacuum, I could perhaps see where he’s coming from.

But Simon Furman does not exist in a vacuum. He exists in a world where sexism exists, something that he’s willingly participated in.

Let me back up that little tidbit with a bit of a disclaimer: I’m not in any way an expert on gender. I didn’t study it in school, I’ve not read an obscene amount of pieces on the topic. I’m not even sure about it on a personal level.

Maybe some of y’all have noticed the whole other set of pronouns I slapped into the bio in the last month or so. It doesn’t really matter, 90% of people don’t read the FAQ/About, I know that, and then 95% of those people only read it once, and this has been a relatively new self-revelation.

BUT ANYWAY.

Let’s be… fair about this. 1989 was a while ago, a lot of research on the concept of gender has taken place, maybe he’s ch-

Oh, what’s that?

Misogyny?

Transphobia?

Transmisogyny?

Treating women as an aberration being forced on Transformers as a whole?

And the writing is clunky and overstuffed?

Well, that’s just fucking fantastic, Furman, thanks so much.

This was in 2008. Because Furman established that female Transformers weren’t something natural, but rather made, and forcibly at that, and nobody fucking smacked his little hands away from this terrible idea, AND nobody tried to fix it for years, there was a lack of gender diversity within IDW until 2014, with the release of Dark Cybertron Chapter 7. Because we waited six years to fix this nightmare, things couldn’t be done quite the way that Roberts had been hoping, in that he intended for our female robots to not have the whole… fembot build happening. IDW wanted them immediately clockable, because this was very clearly a problem that needed rectifying.

So, in short: because of boys’ club mentality and a lack of understanding of what gender means or why it’s important for roughly 50% of the world’s population to have representation in media, Nautica and Chromia are here now.

And despite the convoluted road they had to take, I love them very much.