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[mrsfitzgerald]

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[meowzfordayz]

NSFW Alphabet — Uzui Tengen

Author’s Note: for my own sanity, only some of these headcanons include Hina, Makio, and Suma. 😆 As w/ all hcs, these are simply my opinions in this exact moment of writing, and are subject to change depending on the context/my mood! 😉

NSFW Alphabet — Uzui Tengen

Uzui Tengen x Reader

Word Count: ~3,100

CW: 18+NSFW, ass!play, cream!pie, degrading language, explicit language, Fem!Reader, oral, public

MILESTONE 20.0

~faqs~

Aftercare? what they’re like after sex

Tengen’s aftercare can be… overwhelming. 🤭 Water and cuddles are appreciated, but do you really need a three course meal? An entire change of bedsheets? A steamy bath complete with petals and/or bath salts? A full body rubdown? Occasionally, the answer is YES! 😌 But oftentimes, the answer is: “Tengen, I’m not going to make it through the appetizer, let alone whatever else you’re planning.” 😴 Because as grateful as you are to be thoroughly pampered and cherished, sometimes the best aftercare is simply a quick rinse followed by promptly passing out.

Body Part? their favorite body part(s)

Tengen’s obsessed with your tits. 🤤😍 I mean, have you seen Hina, Makio, and Suma?! *cue that “You six are the most important things to me.” “Six? But Lord Tengen, there are only three of us.” “I said what I said.” meme* 😂 Sensitivity matters more to him than size or shape; if he can’t elicit a soft gasp from brushing his fingertips across your nipples, then what’s the point? ☹️ He’d be your personal bra if you’d let him, glued to your back 24/7, hands cupping your tits. If you have smaller tits: “But Tengen, they’re not even that big. I don’t need a bra!” “Okaaay, but I come with heating and massaging services! 🥺” If you have larger tits: “Honey, do you need help? ☺️” “Help? 🤨” “If they’re too heavy, I happen to know a strong man who can ease your burdens.” *cue Tengen winking exaggeratedly at your tits*

Tengen’s arms and thighs are to die for. He can hold you up against a wall, biceps flexing as your nails dig into his skin, cock thrusting steady and deep into your pussy, hardly out of breath, until you’re whimpering T-too much, g-gonna cum a-again. He can also keep you in place while you grind your clit against his thigh, forearms toned and unyielding as you melt into his chest, whining as you near your orgasm, unable to rest under his gentle, unforgiving guidance. “Mm, such a pretty thing, getting off on my thigh,” squeezing your waist in warning as you try to slow down, “What a pathetic whore, so anxious to cum the moment she sits on my lap,” grinning smugly as your body shudders, “There’s no stopping now, babygirl’s gotta finish what she starts, gotta make a mess on my thigh, then, maybe, I’ll let you go.” If you really think he’s letting you go after slipping your panties aside to feel your wetness seep through his pants, casually lifting you—with one arm, of course—just enough to fuck rough fingers into your clenched heat… think again. 😃

Cum?

Tengen prefers cumming in your pussy or on your ass. When he’s feeling intimate, finishing in your pussy feels like the ideal ending; it’s heavenly, sexy, and the perfect amount of lewd when you spread your folds so he can watch himself drip out of your stretched hole. If he’s feeling dominant, cumming on your ass satisfies his urge to claim and mark you in a more degrading manner; “My filthy fucking bitch,” as his cum coats your asshole, dribbling down the backs of your thighs, making a mess of the sheets below, “Wearing my cum so beautifully, what a slut.”

Dirty Talk?

Uzui Tengen aka King of Dirty Talk™️. Mind you, King™️ doesn’t mean everything he murmurs into your ear is mouthwatering, panty dropping, orgasm inducing, but it does mean he talks. A lot. Constantly. “You close to cumming? Close to squeezing the life out of my cock? Can’t wait to die by your pussy, mmm, yes darling, kill me.’ … … … 💀 To be fair, 9 out of 10 times he says something that’s actually pleasurable. 😆 “You hear that babydoll? The sound of your greedy pussy squelching around my cock? Look down gorgeous, look at how well you take me. Look and listen, tell me what you think, hm?” Spoiler alert: there’s no way you’re telling him what you think, because fucking you speechless happens to be his specialty.

Experience? their level of experience

Factoring in Hina, Makio, and Suma, Tengen’s quite experienced. They don’t have foursomes too often (coordinating four schedules is a nightmare lmao), which actually benefits his sexual familiarity and comfortability, because 1-on-1 with three different women means plenty of consistent variety and opportunities to experiment/learn/grow. Toss you into the mix (they’re all very happy to get to love and be loved by you 🥰), and fivesomes are even rarer than the elusive foursome. Omitting Hina, Makio, and Suma? Tengen’s still experienced, but sexual experience doesn’t necessarily equate to emotional or romantic maturity. Does he know how to bring his sexual partners to world shattering climax? Yeah. Does he know how to nurture intimacy and depth beyond carnality? ~Eventually! He isn’t inherently closed off to the idea or concept of closeness — he just needs the right person (you, heh) to feel like taking that next step is worth his time, energy, and investment.

Foreplay?

Tengen LOVES foreplay, but he also LOVES penetrative sex, so it’s a perpetual, inner debate for him. 😖 Does he bask in the glory of you giving him head while he’s gaming with Kyojuro and Sanemi, or does he go afk (away from keyboard) to bend you over the bed and fuck you between rounds? 🤓 On that note, he prefers receiving, primarily because it’s easier for you to randomly suck his dick than it is for him to randomly perform cunnilingus. 11/10 has calender anniversary reminders for all the various places you’ve blown him i.e. 1/27 Bar Bathroom Blowjob 🍻; 4/19 Changing Room Blowjob 👕; 10/31 Halloween Party Blowjob 🎃. Besides blowjobs and cunnilingus, he’s a sorry sap for making out (when he supports the back of your head/neck and kisses you deeply UNF) and pinching your nipples until you’re begging him to play nice.

Goofy? their sense of humor

Ever seen movie/tv show bloopers where actors laugh while trying to film a serious/sad/etc scene? That’s Tengen during sex. He isn’t consciously silly, but his intensity/somewhat domineering attitude occasionally misses the mark. To his credit, he’s generally aware of your mood and what the ~vibe is, but sometimes all he wants to do is spank you—”Can you be good for me? Can you count? From one to ten, can you count out your punishment?”—and all you end up doing is giggling and sassing off: “Can I count from one to ten? Why, yes, yes I can!!!!!” *cue unstifled laughter* 🤪

Hair? pubes maintenance

Short of zero maintenance, Tengen has next to no preference about his pubic hair. If you want him clean shaven? He’ll do his best (shaving his balls only scares him ~a tad). If you appreciate ~some hair? He’ll literally have you sit on the bathtub beside him while he grooms, and rely on you to tell him when to stop. And if you also have next to no preference? He falls into a monthly trim routine.

Intimacy? their degree of intimacy

Sex with Tengen tends to lack toe curling intimacy. Your toes will certainly curl for other reasons, but he isn’t really a stare-into-my-eyes-as-I-whisper-sweet-nothings lover; he’s a, “Look at me while I fuck your pretty cunt,” firm thumb lifting up your chin, “I said look at me,” fucker. If you ask for more intimate sex, then he’ll certainly try his best, but all it takes is a few clenches of your walls around his cock—your eyes rolling backward, soft whine pushed from your chest, as he buries himself balls deep—for him to dissolve into his usual demanding demeanor.

Jack Off? masturbation

Including Hina, Makio, and Suma, he hardly ever masturbates. Sex isn’t a given—he doesn’t take anyone for granted, nor assume that someone’ll be available whenever he’s horny—but he doesn’t want any of you to feel rejected or neglected either. It’s a careful balance between respecting his right to privacy and personal time, as well as him not constantly declining sex because, “Oops, I already masturbated today.” Excluding Hina, Makio, and Suma, he tends to masturbate/initiate sex more days a week than not. If you aren’t in the mood, then he still checks in that you’re alright with him satisfying his needs alone, because again: he cares more about you feeling desired and taken care of than he cares about immediately fulfilling his sexual urges. He’s less so asking permission to masturbate, and more so ensuring nobody feels left out.

Kink? ~specific turn ons

Tengen enjoys shibari, but only when there’s enough time for it to be artistic and sexual. Bondage satisfies him too, but there’s a distinct difference between tying your wrists and ankles to four corners of a bed versus having you kneel and move in front of him as he creates fluid, silky knots and patterns across your body. Both forms involve you trusting him to a degree that riles and soothes his desires to control and protect you, just as both forms typically end with him cumming in your pussy, hands clutching your hips as he trembles, feeling his slick squelch out from the fullness of his cock inside you, balls soon sticky and messy. However, shibari is more meditative and collaborative—a mutual dance—whereas bondage leans toward leading and following—precisely choreographed (and he’s the choreographer). P.S. He’s definitely the type to own a sex swing. 😵‍💫

Location? where they prefer to have sex

When it comes to penetrative sex, Tengen prefers the bedroom (or living room) — nothing like knowing there’re solid walls to hold and fuck you against, as well as a soft and comfy bed (or couch) for less effortful/more creative positions — the bed/couch provides cushioning for potential falling/mishaps when trying something new. But oral sex? Tengen’s happy to receive a blowjob practically anywhere, anytime (so long as you’re comfortable). He’d much prefer he be caught with his pants down than you, and has likely had to laugh off one or two ~interruptions. 😅

Motivation? ~general turn ons

Modeling clothing and sleeping in his shirts! 😍 You could model a winter coat and snow pants, and Tengen would still be eager to “find” your breasts beneath the thick layers of polyester and fleece, as well as squeeze your now thoroughly padded ass. 🤪 And if you model lingerie, swimwear, or anything remotely revealing? He’s 100% chugging water and fanning himself, legs parting as he not so subtly grabs his crotch, “I think we need to do a sit test before you buy those,” while patting his thigh. Are some of his reactions exaggerated? Yeah. 😂 But does he do it all to hype you up and because he’s attracted to you? Also yeah. ☺️ On a different note, wear his clothing, and he’ll immediately offer to let you keep it for forever. “Wearing my shirt?” he grins slyly. “Mhm.” “Keep it,” he declares. Eyebrows raising, you tilt your head, “What?” “I just want you to have sweet dreams!” he winks. “And wearing your shirt…” “Will obviously grant you sweet dreams.” “Surrre,” you drawl, arms crossing amusedly. “Aaand you’re absolutely gorgeous.”

No? turn offs

Unless it’s with his cock, Tengen isn’t huge on breathplay. Light choking? Sure, if you ask nicely. But more serious breathplay? He’s just a little too informed about the dangers of cutting your brain off from oxygen to properly enjoy it. 😕

Oral? giver or receiver

Tengen prefers receiving oral sex, mostly because he can’t get over how stunning you look with his cock in your mouth. As beautiful as you look—and feel—cumming while his tongue flicks rapidly at your clit, it just isn’t the same from between your thighs; your head tilts backward, pretty eyes disappearing from view, legs suffocating him and his view. But you, tracing the tip of his cock with your glistening tongue, one hand shoved between your legs, the other clutching his thigh, struggling to balance bringing yourself to orgasm and coaxing shudders from him? That is a sight he’ll never tire of.

Position? their favorite position(s)

For cumming in your pussy, Tengen adores having you on top. Make no mistake—he’s happy and able to do most of the work (grabbing your hips and thrusting upward into your cunt)—there’s just no better way to watch your tits bounce. Make him suck on your fingers before playing with your nipples, and he’s liable to cum much sooner than anticipated. For cumming on your ass, Tengen doesn’t really care what position you’re in; he’s focused on chasing his orgasm and keeping his thrusts as hard and precise as possible. If you’re on your back, then he’ll simply flip you over when he needs to cum, impatiently waiting to paint a lil heart on your ass with his cum (he cums first, and then uses it as ~paint — his swollen tip’s the paintbrush). 

Quickie? a fan or not-a-fan

Tengen isn’t the hugest fan of quickies. He considers sex a privilege, an indulgence, an experience, and rushing it means less time to reach its potential. That being said, if he’s in the mood and there’s only time for a quickie, then he won’t hold off— he has the stamina to chase immediate gratification and enjoy his time (with you) ~later too. 😌

Risk? their risk tolerance

Despite his flashy persona, Tengen would rather partake in safe, “tame” sex than put his partner(s) at risk of bodily/emotional harm. Regarding himself, he’s less reserved. In other words, if someone’s going to be caught with their pants down, then he’d prefer it be himself than his partner(s). Even if you tell him, “Getting caught sucking someone’s dick can still be as embarrassing as getting caught having your dick sucked!” he’s unlikely to acknowledge his double standard — you’d really have to push to be the one undressing in a ~risky situation.

Stamina?

Tengen can go for hours, primarily because he can stave off cumming for hours. Sometimes you have to beg him to cum, as in, beg for him to cum, because your pussy’s swollen and sore and the copious amounts of lube aren’t enough anymore. “Tengen, please,” you whimper, mouthing weakly at his neck, body folded sweaty and exhausted atop his chest. “What is it?” he murmurs, only slightly breathless, slow thrusts continuing as he kneads your ass, “Please what?” “Please cum,” you groan, folds stinging from the relentless friction, “I swear if you don’t cum soon-” Smirking, he rocks his hips sharply upward, eyes closing as he drawls, “Then what?” “Then you’re pulling out and cumming in your fist.” That changes his pace real quick — best believe he’s cumming in your pussy, or not at all. As for his actual refractory period, he’s capable of multiple orgasms throughout the day, but the more he cums in a day, the more days he’ll need to recharge afterwards. 🪫

Toys?

Tengen may or may not dedicate a sizeable portion of his income to sex toys, especially factoring in Hina, Makio, and Suma. While he appreciates being called a Sex God™️, he’s a relatively humble god 🙃, and is fine acknowledging the usefulness and efficiency of dildos, vibrators, etc. He definitely researches options of intrigue before buying, and only purchases well reputed— oftentimes more expensive—toys. If any of you (“you” being Hina, Makio, Suma, and you) request a custom dildo of his penis, then you bet he’s making four of them!!!!! 😃 Why would he squander the opportunity to watch all four of his partners—all at the same time—fuck themselves with ~his cock? 😤 If you’re into anal sex, then he might splurge even further and make eight… because why would he squander the opportunity to watch all four of his partners—all at the same time—stuff all of their holes? Does this mean he’d technically need twelve if we’re counting mouths as well?

Unfair? how they feel about teasing/being teased

Tengen loooves teasing, but isn’t fond of being teased himself. 😬 You can tease him—he isn’t a jerk about it/won’t promptly shut you down—but he will flip the tables sooner rather than later. Verbal banter goes over better with him than physical playfulness, because it’s just too easy for him to manhandle you. If you’re dominant/switch leaning, then he’ll occasionally relinquish his reins, but doing so absolutely requires lengthy discussion and upfront negotiation/explanation (of your needs) prior.

Volume?

Tengen murmurs lowly and grunts loudly; a combination of seductive, filthy, and sometimes nonsensical dirty talk + guttural, staggered noises as he nears his climax. If he’s cumming multiple times in a day, then he’s definitely shouting, “Fuck, fuck, fuckfuck, FUUUUUCK!!!!!” by his last orgasm — similar to shouting through a difficult part of a workout, because cumming multiple times in a day is 😮‍💨.

Wild Card?

Tengen’s contemplated getting his dick pierced more than once, but hasn’t followed through with it because he’s afraid of the pain. Don’t get him wrong!!! 😠 He’s tough!!!!! 😡 Just not that kind of tough. 🫠

X-ray?

A show-er for sure, almost 8 inches when fully erect, and as thick as you’d expect (very). Proper preparation and lube are generally a must—another reason Tengen isn’t super into quickies—but he’s fairly straight with minimal veins, aka no wicked curves or texture that require further adjustment. The head of his cock is relatively small, so getting through the initial squeeze and fullness isn’t the hardest part; it’s a ~journey all the way down to his balls. 🤠

Yearning? sex drive

Goes through periods of initiating sex every other day to not feeling anything in particular about sex for like, a week. With four wives, that neutral period is important for resetting himself and getting shit done — taking care of himself + four partners sexually can take up a lot of time! Of course, you can obviously pleasure yourself + each other too (permutations, math, 5 numbers), and he’s more than content to watch—or hear about it later—when he’s not quite up for participating himself.

Zzz?

Instead of crashing immediately after sex, Tengen crashes immediately following aftercare. He has plenty of energy to go ~overboard with aftercare, and precisely no energy once he knows you’re both comfortably grounded and sated (if you let him, then he will cook you that three course meal mentioned in Aftercare, and he will start nodding off at the dining table once you’ve taken your last bite 🥱). He’s pretty indifferent about how you sleep after sex; just don’t roll over to the complete opposite side of the bed without even a pinky toe or finger touching him 🥲 — he’ll fall asleep thinking he’s upset you, but too tired to actually ask. 🥺😴

[abitohoney]

Bend and Break (Not Just the Rules)

Chapter 1 of 5 - More Than Just a Crush AO3 link

CH1 || CH2 || CH3 || CH4 || CH5

Sevika x female reader

Rating: Explicit, MDNI, NSFW

Tags: Sevika/Reader, Modern AU, College/University AU, Professor Sevika, Student Reader, Humor, Porn With Plot, Eventual Smut, Teacher-Student Relationship, a lot of this is probably super cliché and a bit silly, but I don’t give two shits cause it’s fucking hot and funny, Drinking, Masturbation, Smoking, Teasing, Size Difference, Enthusiastic Consent, Dom Sevika (Arcane: League of Legends), Sub Reader, Light BDSM, Impact Play, Praise Kink, Degradation Kink, (yes I like the emotional whiplash of both kinks), Vaginal Fingering, Strap-Ons, Orgasm Delay, Choking, Multiple Orgasms, Cunnilingus, Aftercare

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: When a hot professor in your field of study enters your radar, you’re quick to jump at the opportunity to get closer by taking her class. Temptations eventually lead the two of you to bend and break more than just the rules.

AN: This is already in process over on AO3. Trying to catch up here. Dedicated to the sweet and lovely @frooopsen (who makes much wiser choices in life than our silly reader does here 😆) Banner used with permission from @gabrielsellesty. You can find their original post here AAAnd one more thing. If you haven't seen it yet, please check out @sevikascrown's gorgeous artwork of Professor Sevika here.

The first day of a new class was always nerve-wracking, but there was one class that really set your nerves aflame, just in an entirely different way than one might expect.

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You were the first one to arrive that day, and chose a seat closest to the professor’s desk. Nothing out of the ordinary, but you were rather excited for this class in particular. Not for the subject matter. Hell, you’d already taken the class the previous semester and passed with flying colors. But there was a new teacher that had taken over after the previous had retired. One you’d been dying to have a class with since you’d first spotted them when passing their office. Professor Sevika.

Though she was by far the most feared professor by a majority of your peers, known for her stoic appearance, short temper, and damn near impossible to pass exams, she was- at least in your mind- the most alluring woman you’d ever laid eyes on. She was the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome, only she also held all the softness and delightful curves of a woman.

So when she strode through the open door, her attention on the pile of textbooks and papers in her arms, you couldn’t help but beam at her. You just prayed she couldn’t see how your legs bounced excitedly beneath the table.

“Evening Professor!” you chimed.

Sevika, not expecting anyone attending one of her classes to ever arrive early, glanced towards you in restrained surprise before her signature scowl set back in place. She continued towards her desk without a word before dropping her books on it with a dramatically loud thump . Without looking your way, she murmured a curt, “You’re early,” and took a seat at the desk.

So I can have more time with you.

“Just excited for this class,” you replied, still beaming and hoping she’d give you at least a small glance.

She did, but only that. Her gray eyes peered over her reading glasses your way briefly before dropping to one of the textbooks she’d opened. A murmured, “Hm,” was all she offered you.

Short on words. That’s fine. Plenty to just look at.

You fidgeted with your pen, slowly clicking the button to extend and retract it while you let your gaze wander over the woman before you.

She wore a dark red button-up blouse that fit snugly over her chest. Though you couldn’t see it from her seated position, you knew she always wore it tucked neatly into her pants. The sleeves were rolled back to reveal a sneak preview of biceps that she could easily use to crush a man’s head, or a woman’s- specifically yours if you had your way. She also donned a simple golden chain that hung teasingly low, slipping beneath her blouse and most assuredly resting between her cleavage. Gods, you were damn near salivating at the sight of her. How on earth did the other students not see this? Granted, most of your fellow students were male, and you were quite certain your professor was only into women. Not to judge a book by its cover, but her cover screamed ‘LESBIAN’ in all caps and bright neon letters. Mind still wandering over all those reasons, your gaze rose from her chest to her face, only to be met with a narrowed pair of gray eyes.

Shit!

She caught you gaping at her fucking tits.

“Do you mind?” she grumbled.

Your cheeks could not possibly get any hotter as you fumbled stupidly for an apology- an excuse- anything to cover your shameful mistake. “I- I’m so sorry I-”

“If you need something to keep that hand busy, I suggest you review the first chapter of your textbook.”

Wait. What? Keep that hand busy?

Your attention dropped to your hand, which you only then realized was rather frantically clicking the pen in it.

Oh. Oops.

You immediately set the pen down and mumbled another feeble apology. As suggested, you quickly opened your textbook; Fluid Mechanics. Yet another thing about her that drove your infatuation to such a high level. The fact that she taught such a class- that she was that fucking smart- was just so… hot .

Try as you might, you couldn’t focus on any of the text before you. Your mind was reeling at the sound of her voice in your head. At the words she spoke.

If you need something to keep that hand busy…

Dozens of alternative endings to that statement rolled through your head in that low, rich voice of hers, none of which were by any means appropriate for a professor to speak to their student. 

Curious if she had returned to her task, you slowly peered up from your textbook, only to quickly look back down when you found her narrowed eyes still on you from over the ridge of her glasses. Good god did she look good in those glasses too! But you could understand why most of her students were scared shitless of her. Given her large stature, noticeably toned muscles, and a stony glare mean enough to put even the mouthiest punk in their place, she was definitely a scary lady. However, to you, that was undeniably attractive. Hell, maybe you even preferred your women a little mean .

So began your silly little crush. Always the first to arrive to class, and always the last to leave. Greeted her each time with a big smile and received at least a glance from her, and at most a succinct reply. It did little to deter you though. If anything, it encouraged you to keep at it. Urged you to try breaking through that rock-hard exterior of hers. To find a weak point and grab her attention and approval. You started asking more and more questions during class- questions you already knew the answers to. You were the only student to excitedly raise their hand at any of her difficult questions. Surely she’d be fond of a student so engaged, eager to learn, and capable of proving they have learned.

It wasn’t until nearly halfway through the semester that you had the sudden realization that this had become something more than just a crush. That this had turned into a dangerous infatuation. One incident, in particular, became the real eye-opener. But, by that point, you were too far gone to go back.

In your typical seat front and center, you found yourself struggling to focus on the lecture. Not because it was boring or old news to you, but because Professor Sevika had apparently been rather warm that day, having undone one extra button on her blouse. Try as you might to keep your eyes locked on hers as she lectured, your attention repeatedly fell to the bit of cleavage revealed and the shiny gold chain that rested between it.

Her words quickly started to blur together as your mind drifted into a daydream. A fantasy .

Your eyelids eventually grew heavy as your surroundings began to blur and fade until it was only you and your professor in the room.

In your mind, she was no longer giving a lecture. She was speaking directly to you.

You couldn't quite make out what exactly she said, just the sound of her deep, sexy voice. You licked your lips as you watched hers move when she spoke. They looked so dark, soft, and… kissable .

She walked around the front of her desk to lean back against it, gray eyes on you as she spoke.

Your gaze drifted down to her legs, covered in the most deliciously tight gray slacks. They hugged literally the full length of her legs- from her toned calves to her thick thighs. Thighs you could imagine your head between. Thighs you did imagine your head between.

You could see it play out behind your closed eyes so vividly.

She sat at the desk chair, thighs spread wide as always. Her scowl quickly faded into a cocky smirk as she peered down at you from where you knelt between her legs. You eagerly, but obediently, waited for her approval to touch her. She ran the back of her hand- her so delightfully large hand- gently across your cheek. “Such a good girl. So patient,” she said softly. The praise left you rubbing your thighs together, trying desperately to relieve some of that ache- that desire. She gave you a simple nod and your hands immediately went to the tops of her thighs to run along the muscles beneath her pants. If only you could feel the skin beneath. Your gaze darted to the dark leather belt that rested along her curvy hips. You weren’t sure why she even needed a belt given how her pants fit like a damn second skin, but more importantly- it was an obstacle. Something preventing you from removing her slacks, from getting to that rich, brown skin of hers.

Your vision started to lose focus and the image behind your eyes blurred until you found her thighs positioned directly in your line of sight. That damn gold buckle on her belt taunted you. It made your fingers twitch with the urge to loosen it, remove it so you could slowly peel back her pants and reveal whatever treasures lie beneath. Your half-lidded eyes drifted further down, to the apex of her thighs where her pants fit so fucking tight .

Then, you heard your name- spoken in that low, sultry voice of hers- and as if with a mind of its own, your hand slipped between your thighs to ease the sudden throbbing that induced. Your lips parted, allowing a quiet, soft mewl to escape. Your eyes slowly drifted up to your professor’s, and you realized entirely too late that your little fantasy had gone way too far. That it had bled into your reality and you had made a terrible scene.

Without warning, Sevika’s hand came crashing down on your desk. The loud, resonating slap echoed through your muddled head and instantly ripped you from your little reverie. You were thrown back into reality, hit hard with the realization that you were rubbing your thighs together, touching yourself beneath the table, and fucking moaning while ogling your professor.

Oh god, shoot me now.

“I’d like to have a word with you after class,” she said sternly.

You peered up at her meekly, feeling terribly ashamed, cheeks red hot with embarrassment. "Y- Yes ma'am," you managed to quietly squeak out.

To your surprise, she didn’t really look angry. Just… confused? Concerned? Either way, it did nothing to ease the nauseating feeling that took over the earlier pleasant ache low in your belly.

As Sevika made her way back to her desk, you glanced around the room. It seemed none of your classmates were privy to what exactly you had done, but all eyes were wide and honed in on you.

You’d need to come up with a damn good excuse for your behavior, but as your eyes darted to the clock on the wall behind your professor, you found that was unfortunately not going to be possible.

“Test this Friday,” Professor Sevika called to the class as she took a seat.

While the entire class erupted into simultaneous groans and sighs, you sat quietly panicking over what the hell you were going to tell your Professor about your behavior. How the fuck do you cover up the fact that you were touching yourself to filthy fantasies of her?

As the rest of the class quickly filtered out of the room, you slowly gathered up your items and stuffed them into your bag, all while trying desperately to avoid eye contact with your professor or anyone around you.

Once only you and your professor remained, you reluctantly made your way to her desk, head hung low and eyes on the floor.

From her seat at the desk, Professor Sevika simply peered up at you, brows furrowed. In complete silence .

You’re not sure how long she let you simmer there like that, watching as you nervously shifted from one foot to the other, but it was long enough that you decided to finally lift your gaze to meet hers. You instantly regretted it, because she then removed her glasses, drawing your attention to those smoky gray eyes, which she had trained on you. Any words you’d had prepared to explain yourself vanished. Poof! Just like that. Gone. Replaced with useless thoughts. Thoughts that would only get you into deeper trouble.

Her eyes are so intense. So pretty.

Thankfully, your professor finally spoke up, breaking the awkward silence and disrupting your trailing thoughts.

“You’ve been paying less and less attention in class over the past couple of months, and I understand why now.”

Your heart sank back into the pit of your stomach again. You’d been caught acting horribly inappropriate and you were about to get chewed out for it. Maybe even kicked from the class. Your gaze dropped again and the heat returned to your cheeks.

“I’m so sor-”

“However-” she interrupted, grabbing your attention again, “-you’ve been outperforming your peers. Your test and quiz scores have been near perfect. I’m… impressed.”

Your eyes darted to hers.

Did- Did she just say she was impressed?

You remained silent, just waiting for her to get to the part where she scolds you for fantasizing and touching yourself during class.

“I looked at your transcript this morning. I see you’ve already taken this class. Passed with the highest grade even, so I can understand why you wouldn’t feel the need to pay attention.”

Wait- what?

You tried not to let her see how baffled you were, but it was damn near impossible to hide when you’d been so damn sure the conversation would go in an entirely different direction. How could she not have noticed what you were doing?

“What I don’t understand is why you’re taking this class again.”

Relief washed over you. Not only did she apparently miss your little show, she also seemed calm, not angry. She even seemed… intrigued ?

Thankfully, you were able to come up with something quick-witted, because you sure as hell couldn’t tell her the real reason.

“I needed extra hours for insurance purposes, and I really enjoyed this class.”

She simply stared at you for a moment– and good god that heated gaze of hers was somehow both terribly unnerving and incredibly arousing at the same time.

“Your talent would have been put to better use in a class you haven’t taken yet.”

You thought hiding your shock before had been difficult, but she’d just dropped the second compliment in the short span you two had been talking.

“I- I suppose so, but this is my last semester. I don’t need any more courses.”

“Hm. Interesting,” she replied, and you could have sworn you caught those dark lips of hers pull up at the corner just a bit, but it was gone so quickly you weren’t sure if it had just been in your head. “Well, I’d like to ask that you at least pretend to pay attention so as to set an example for the rest of the class.”

“Understood, ma’am. Again, I’m terribly sorry.”

With a simple nod, she dismissed you and turned her attention to the pile of papers on her desk.

You left as quickly as you could, desperately trying not to look as crazy as you felt.

CH2 >>

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TBB S3 E14 Reaction

Gosh. I really don’t want this all to be over 😭 (at the same time, I kind of need the stress to be over 💀). I was white-knuckled by the end of this episode, I’ll tell you that.

- They really just out here hanging out upside down

- This ship is definitely like the one Cross and Omega escaped on

- Wow my boys look good in black 🖤

- “At least listen to him!!” 🤣

- So Echo is straight up wearing Star Wars jeans now - @ladyzirkonia 😏 - andddd wearing brown leather pouches…remind you of anyone 🥹

- Oh no. Of course Hemlock was going to find out they were coming *sigh*. I guess it makes sense. That lieutenant would have filed a complaint the second he woke up.

- Hunterrrr whipping that ship around like it weighs nothing

- These clouds look perfect

- “Hang on” Hunter you’re starting to sound like your brother

- “Your concern for the specimens is showing” Emerie don’t leave them with *her*!!!

- HE PEEK

- Crosshair looks really nice in this outlined armor even though I miss the softness of the grey and red

- So Hunter has his own drift and slide move, huh? 👀 🥵

- They are literally plummeting to the surface right now dear lord

- Yeah I don’t think Hunter can call Tech or Phee out for reckless flying ever again 💀

- “You don’t want to know” — Narrator: he did, in fact, very much not want to know 🤣

- The seat folding back like he did for Batcher needing to get out in episode 3–he’s come such a long way

- Rampart

- Screaming

- Like

- A

- Girl coward 😆

- Let’s be honest though I’m terrified of heights in a directly physiological way so I honestly can’t blame the man AT all

- Meanwhile Wrecker having the time of his life lol

- Rampart. Honey. Maybe don’t LET GO of the cable you’re hanging onto for dear life with one hand just to make a talking point

- Oh no. Echo be careful!

- The landscape of Tantiss in this episode and the lighting and the sky and the trees and the river are just 🤩🤩🤩 STUNNING

- Atta boyyy using the storm trooper armor to blend in (his scomp looks so weird poking out of the vambrace though!)

- “I’d rather not do either” my baby boy 😭😭😭 I hate that they’re making him go back!

- They did the Spider-Man standoff 🤣🤣🤣

- “Unfortunately yes” lmaooooo

- “We’ll take our chances” that is giving callbacks to a parallel I do not want to make (Jyn’s speech in Rogue One—“we’ll take our chances until they’re spent.”

- It’s still just wild to me that Rampart is with them for this

- Oooh why did Echo’s scomp get stuck??

- “Thanks for the hand” Echo you and your dry sass 🤣

- You know, I’m just realizing—part of the point of the clone troopers was that they were identical. That included size. At first I thought “oh course Echo would fit best into stormtrooper gear bc he’s a reg” but—stormtroopers are supposed to be all kinds of random people. How are they all the same size?? How are they producing gear en masse to accommodate different people’s body types? Why do they all look the same height and weight on screen? Space opera plot hole I guess

- Jax’s hair sticking up

- These precious babies don’t know what “cover me” and stalling means! Shows how Omega has led such a different life

- Man they are just shoving Rampart all over the place. I meannn he deserves it but also it’s just going to piss him off

- Rampart just said the quiet part out loud. About himself. He doesn’t understand Crosshair in the slightest. He’s only seen a tiny sliver of who Crosshair is and he thinks it was the true version. It was not. And yet Crosshair has gained so much confidence in himself that he doesn’t even need to argue back with Rampart at all. Just a simple “I’ve changed” THAT’S MY BOY

- “Sure you have” what the HELL does that mean?? Why does it sound like foreshadowing 😭👀

- Echo can just take the hand off 💀

- Yep, told ya, Rampsrt is getting mad. Calling him dead weight doesn’t really help matters either

- ….yeah let’s just go lean against the nearest fluffy, warm, GIANT wall of flesh in the nearest vicinity and not realize it’s a creature 🤣

- Rampart’s face here is priceless

- Lovely. Now the scary blind hedgehog hyena bear is looking for lunch

- Okay yeah maybe you guys really should be running

- Wrecker 😭😭😭

- The boys helping him up 😭

- Rampart you clown. Pull yourself together man

- Oh man. He’s totally going to be a problem next episode isn’t he

- Crosshair takes babysitting duty very seriously

- The babes don’t know how to stall very well but 10/10 for effort. Dr. Scalder just keeps living up to her name with the callous burns too

- Omega girlie pop you better get back soon

- 😱😱😱

- SHE’S BACKKK

- I repeat

- THE ZILLO BEAST HAS RETURNED

- My love for Metamorphosis in season 2 is being so validated right now you have no idea 😁

- How dare Hemlock torture that beautiful creature like this I hate it

- Seriously Omega get back down there now

- Phew

- Oh my

- She knows his name?? Emerie recognized Echo?? And from Omega telling her about her (their) brothers you’ve got to be kidding me 😭😭😭

- Ohhh Echo is not happy to see her 🤣👀

- Ohhhh Emerie. Her facial expressions look so much like Omega here. The guilt is just oozing out of her

- Ohhhhh. The helmet came off. The neural brace is gone. Okay, so when Echo first started eyeing that stormtrooper to take his gear, the first thing I thought was “but your head brace won’t fit under that kind of helmet!” And sure enough, they had him leave it behind. I repeat—Echo left his entire kit of armor AND the gear that most likely keeps his modifications running smoothly, helps decrypt and smooth out the sensory jumble of the neural implants put in him by the Techno Union, the one thing we’ve never seen him without since TCW, that most likely is not easily replaced—Echo left it behind, most likely never to retrieve it. For Omega. For his brothers. The lengths these boys will go to I just can’t 😭

- C’mon Emerie, put your loyalty where it belongs—with your family!

- “What children” poor boy almost had a heart attack. That man is never frazzled and he almost dropped his hand in shock 😅

- Atta girl 😱🤗 Emerie Echo rescue duo let’s goooo

[nerdieforpedro]

Part Three of "The Lake Between Us"

I see you over there

Ezra AU x plus size OFC (Moonbeam - has a name in later parts)

This fic is for those 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 844

Warnings: alcohol use, mutual voyeurism, bad memories, squint and there may have been a thot or two

Summary: One of the first times the pair sees each other from across the lake.

Notes: Are These two finally in sort of the same space? 👀 The burn is slow, but they'll actually meet in person next week and I'll have Ezra talk more. 😆 I'm not as scared to have the man speak and he will be talking quite a bit. lol

Main Masterlist / Ezra Masterlist / The Lake Between Us Series

A wide yawn escapes your chest as you stretch after coming out on your porch and pouring a drink. You’re aware that this isn’t healthy and it doesn’t even promote the correct cycles needed during sleep but it doesn’t matter. After a few drinks and the night air, you should be able to slink into bed. You’ve learned that you should have no more than four, anymore and you’ll be sleeping outside and make yourself sick. Picking up your glass of orange juice and rum, you glance across the lake and someone watching you from their porch. It doesn’t feel strange like you’d expect it to. Despite not being able to see his face clearly, you can make out his eyes. They’re dark and peering into yours.

Their eyes meet and it’s as if the insects and water are giving them the moment to comprehend each other. There’s no reason to try to speak while gazing at each other. Both parties are bewildered, intrigued and wondering if their minds are taking advantage of their addled state to showcase possible desires. Ezra makes the first move to sip on his second glass and the moonbeam he’s watching does the same. Now mirroring each other’s movements, he sat back in the chair to relax as she was. He did not close her legs as she did however, he assumed she did so because she’s in her nightgown and it’s considered ladylike. There’s nothing polite at this time of night or morning. He was sure when he came out, it was four in the morning. He was curious what time it was now and how long she would be up. If this was a normal night, he may be inclined to walk around the lake and introduce himself but he’s not in the mood for that, not after the memories he’d seen. Those do not inspire any amorous acts, quite the opposite which is why he’s out here in the first place. Ezra would venture a tentative guess that you’ve tried various methods to sleep and you’re at your wit’s end as well. 

Their continued measured watch of each other appeared to continue for hours and yet, neither was bored. You decided to drape your robe over your legs so you could part them once again, your thighs were beginning to moisten from the humidity and you were now on your third glass. Was it only from the alcohol? It might be or you may be considering that you’re seeing this man for a reason. You’ve at least confirmed that he is in fact real and he’s observing you. It makes you wonder why he could have gone into his house upon seeing you come out, but he didn’t. Instead, he chose to watch you in your nightgown. It should be disturbing but, it doesn’t feel like he’s leering just trying to figure out what makes you tick as you are with him. 

You felt the elusive darkness beginning to dress your eyes. You stood first, gathering your bonnet and robe, giving the man with a blonde patch a small wave. It felt disrespectful to leave without acknowledging him as you’d spent the evening together listening to the sounds of nature as you drank, trying to chase for the rest you needed. Making your way back into your house, you stood at the screen door before closing the back door behind it, giving him another wave along with a nod. You feel he’ll be back out on his porch another night and you’re hoping to see him again.

Ezra is curious if you’ll come back out again. He may have frightened you with his intense gaze. The light appears to be on in what is likely your kitchen or dining room. He pictures you putting away your liquor and juice, washing out your cup and getting in your bed. You’ve probably put your bonnet back on and he tries to picture a round face with expansive satin above your head. It makes him chuckle as he finishes his glass. Standing, he remains still for a moment as he’s swaying with the wind. Once steady on his feet, he picks up his own bottle and enters his home, rinsing his glass out in the sink and putting it away for another night. Heavy steps lead to his bed where he strips his shirt off and his shorts, getting in the bed naked. It was too hot even for boxers, only a thin sheet he pulled over himself as he mind began to shut down and he was left with the image of the moonbeam he saw from his porch. Undeterred with his eyes trailed on you, he recalled when you first sat down at your most relaxed before you noticed him. Leaning back, hands on the armrests of your rocking chair, your pale nightgown giving you a faint glow and the moonlight reflected off of your thighs, the picture Ezra created in his mind of you eased him into a deep slumber. The first in a long time. 

Part Two Part Four

Fireflies floating around the lake 💡: @rav3n-pascal22 @maggiemayhemnj @morallyinept @survivingandenduring @bonezone44 @magpiepillsjunior @yorksgirl @gemmahale @missredherring @missladym1981 @alltheglitterandtheroar @megamindsecretlair @readingiskeepingmegoing @pedroshotwifey @tinytinymenace @inept-the-magnificent @vivian-pascal @jessthebaker

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Would you please share headcanons for Gwynriel? Maybe involving a sleepover, since it’s Sleepover Saturday.

Sorry I'm just getting to this! But I decided to hold off until today 😆

A Gwynriel sleepover, eh? Hmmm 🤔 okay, I'm gonna do a Gwynriel modern au version

So Gwynriel love their sleepovers. Love. Them. And not just for the sex that happens the next morning. Oh, and they absolutely love lazy morning sex 😎

They know it's important to make time for eachother, so every Saturday they schedule one, alternating between his place and hers. Though they've dated for a while, they still haven't made that leap yet.

If the sleepover is scheduled at Azriel's place, he's pretty much always ready---except for food. For some reason, he always forgets to have enough food in his fridge in general. Then he over compensates when Gwyn comes over.

If it's at Gwyn's, she power cleans like her life depends on it. She has to. She has books and crafts everywhere. Food wise, she's always fully stocked.

After they arrive, they change for the night. Gwyn was nervous the first time she slept over with Az, thinking she had to be sexy or cute or something. And sometimes she likes to feel like it. But she found herself growing more comfortable, and that flaunting around in her Little Mermaid bottoms and a tank didn't feel awkward. And Az still dragged his eyes over her in the same way as when she wore something more scandalous. Azriel opts for flannel pants and a soft plain black T-shirt.

That is, if it's not theme night. Yes, Gwyn, to Azriel's chagrin, is big on themes. Little Mermaid pants were worn the night they watched Little Mermaid. Azriel does not change his attire for themes.

They are big on games. War. Battleship. Monopoly often ends badly. Twister often ends with kisses and items of clothing removed. (Twister was played the night they watched Twister, because theme). Oh, and Gwyn will start a pillow fight, usually by tossing one claiming Azriel cheated at whatever game they were playing. She can be a very sore loser.

They always have trouble agreeing on a movie. They usually start with a huge pile and spend more time debating on the merits of each film then watching. Usually they end up agreeing to watch a comedy, romantic or otherwise. Azriel yields simply because he lives to hear Gwyn's laugh.

But when they do finally agree, there's always popcorn. And not microwave. Oh no. Both of them prefer popping on the stove and real melted butter to pour over. Eventually popcorn becomes a competition. They each sit on their end of the couch, bowl in the middle, and try to toss pieces into their mouths. They do keep score and yes a victor is crowned.

There's always candy. Lots of it. M&Ms. Skittles. Twizzlers. Junior Mints. If you can find it at the movies, it's there. Secretly, Azriel has a bit of a sweet tooth, which always makes Gwyn laugh. After they have their fill and eat to much, she always pats his taut, muscled stomach and asks where he puts it all. Oddly, Gwyn claims green M&Ms taste better from the others, so he always makes sure to set them aside for her.

After the snacks are finished, they cuddle. Usually, Azriel sits and she curls into his side, the blankets over his waist while his hand plays with her hair. Sometimes he lays down across the length of the couch with her on top of him, cheek resting on the top of her head as hers is on his chest. He doesn't even know why Gwyn even tries; she always falls asleep before the end. Hell, usually by the middle he'll peek down and she's out like a light. She doesn't know this, but he doesn't like to watch them without her, and had yet to see the end of the few they attempted to watch. Whenever he does notice her asleep, he simply turns off the movie and then carries her to the bedroom.

His bed is a king. He likes the space to stretch. With her small apartment, hers is a full. Either way, no matter the size, somehow Gwyn ends up half on top of him during the night. And she's an active sleeper. Azriel often wishes he can look inside her brain when she's talking about random things in her sleep. Sometimes he has to stifle his laugh. The irony about sleepovers is Az has trouble sleeping. And even he does actually get to dreams, they are awful. But Gwyn is always there on sleepover night to release him from the clutches of his nightmares.

After loving, lazy morning sex, they toss on some casual clothes. Gwyn throws her messy hair up into a top knot. And they head out hand in hand for breakfast at their favorite little place down the street.

[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

Random prompt idea for you, my dear! The song Ticks by Brad Paisley (because that song just screams Jake to me every time I listen to it! 😆) and while I was going to originally ask for the werewolf au, I realized it would also work for the Colts au!

The Colts are in Texas for a game (either the Houston Texas or the Dallas Cowboys, it doesn't matter to me which one!) and the Colts win so the team decides to go out to celebrate. Maybe this ends up being the night Ronnie & Jake hook up for the first time? Or maybe this is post-baby and Ronnie doesn't think Jake finds her post-baby body attractive and this is Jake telling her that he most certainly does still find her attractive.

You pick! 😊

oh frick yes motherforking nfl au BABEY !! I decided that this is the first time they hook up and I hope you enjoy love 💕

word count: 2074

warnings: football player jake, alcohol, being drunk, EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI (size kink, just the slightest praise kink, unprotected pinv, public sex, outdoor sex)

It was Mickey who convinced her to come. There was something to celebrate after all. They just beat the Texans, on their turf. It was a game everyone predicted that they would lose. But somehow, they pulled it off. Only winning by one touchdown that all-star tight end Jake Seresin just so happened to score.

So when Mickey, along with the rest of the guys who decided to go out after the game, knocked on her door and gave her those undeniable puppy eyes — Ronnie agreed. 

Jake decided on the place. A little country bar in the middle of nowhere just outside Houston that he used to haunt during his college years. The place had pool and darts and the bartender didn’t kick them out immediately for being Colts. Just another win on this fated night. 

It only took a few tequila shots to get Ronnie out on the dance floor. And Jake watched her from the booth he decided to occupy as he nursed his beer.

She wasn’t wearing athletic gear. It was the first time any of them had seen her in jeans. And Jake had to admit she looked good. With those jeans and that tight shirt and brown hair falling around her shoulders instead of tied up or pulled back. In her six months of being Jake’s coach, this was the happiest he had ever seen her. She was dancing and singing and joking around with the guys. Her smile took up her whole face, her laugh her entire body, and Jake liked that.

Jake liked even more the sway of her hips, the shape of her mouth as she sang along to the country songs she knew. He supposed he knew from the moment he first saw her that she was beautiful. But it was hitting him like a linebacker now.

His coach was so fucking pretty. 

Draining the rest of his beer, Jake pulled himself from the booth and joined the rest of his teammates on the dance floor. They all cheered as he walked up to them. Most were just standing around, holding their various drinks and talking about the game or upcoming games. But a few were dancing. Ronnie moved away from the dance floor to take up the last of the shots she ordered, greeting Jake with a smile. 

Ticks by Brad Paisley came on over the loudspeakers and Ronnie screamed with delight before downing the shot of tequila.

“God, haven’t heard this song in forever!” she laughed as she moved to the beat, head bobbing and those hips moving.

“Didn’t know you liked country music,” Jake said as he watched her. 

Ronnie grinned up at him and he wanted her to look at him like that all the time. 

“Grew up in the middle of nowhere Southern Indiana, I kinda had to like country music if I wanted to survive,” she replied. 

“You know how to line dance?” 

“Why the hell would I know how to do that?” Ronnie laughed again. 

Jake jerked his head over to the dance floor. “Come on, I’ll show ya.”

“Nah, think I’ll just order another beer,” she said with a shake of her head. 

“Oh, come on, Coach! Dance with the man!” Javy encouraged with a broad grin and a wink tossed Jake’s way. 

Jake felt his face heat up at the implications of it. He thought he wasn’t being that obvious. But he just wanted to be close to her. Wanted to feel her skin and her heat and have her smile at him with her whole face. He didn’t know if the alcohol or the high from winning was doing this to him or what. But he wasn’t about to practice self-control. 

That was something he never had been good at. 

The guys standing around them started to chant dance, dance, dance, dance and finally Ronnie relented with hands raised in surrender. They cheered as Jake offered her his hand. 

“Coach.” He smirked down at her as she slapped her hand into his palm. 

“One dance, Seresin,” she said and he nodded. 

Leading her out onto the dance floor, he showed her the moves he learned from all those barn dances his sisters used to drag him to. The two steps and little kicks, swaying her around with his hand on her waist, spinning her out and back into his chest. One dance turned into two and into three. Neither of them making any move to stop or rest as they laughed and twirled around the dance floor. Ronnie was a fast learner, and even drunk she kept a good rhythm and followed his lead.

At the end of their third song, Jake spun her out and then back into his chest again. Her giggles like bells in his ears as her hands came to rest on his shoulders. Of their own accord, his hands slipped to hold her hips — tug her closer against him. It was hot in the bar and they were both sweating but Jake didn’t care. He had seen her sunburnt and sweat dripping from her nose and yelling at him for being an idiot. He had seen her at four in the morning, barely awake with heavy bags under her eyes from watching game day footage until three. She looked beautiful then and she looked beautiful now. 

“I wanna go star gazing!” Ronnie suddenly gasped loudly right into his face. 

Jake looked down at her with a furrowed brow. “Like — right now?”

“Yes! Right now — immediately!” She grabbed his hand and pulled him through the crowd. “We’re in the middle of nowhere! It’s perfect!” 

As they moved through the people, Ronnie asked anyone who would listen to join them. Talking loudly about how they were in the city too much, that the light pollution was going to make them go insane. Her ramblings went ignored or were denied — the other players too drunk or just not caring in the slightest. But Ronnie’s grip on his hand never relented, never faltered, as she dragged him towards the door.

He went gladly, though. The alcohol fuzzing his brain, making all his thoughts blurry and just out of his reach, didn’t let the usual warning bells go off. The bells that told either of them not to spend time alone together. That told them that anything more than a player-and-coach relationship between them was against the rules. That told them it could never be, no matter how much they thought about it.

The Texas air was slightly chilled as they stepped out onto the bar’s porch. Ronnie let go of his hand as she marched out into the gravel parking lot, head thrown back at a sharp angle in order to look at the dark sky. 

“Ugh, still can’t see anything! The lights…” She gestured over at the lampposts that illuminated the parking lot. 

“I’ve got blankets in the back of my truck,” Jake said, “We could drive a ways into that pasture over there.”

“Drive a ways,” she repeated with a smile. “Gettin’ more southern by the minute.”

“What can I say, Texas brings out the best in me.” He stepped closer, cowboy boots crunching in the gravel, and she laughed with her whole body.

“Wouldn’t that be trespassing, anyway?” she questioned.

He shrugged. “Not if we don’t get caught.” 

Ronnie agreed with a wicked grin he had never seen on her before, but he liked it. He liked that he now knew she could be mischievous, that she couldn’t stop giggling when she was doing something she knew she wasn’t supposed to. They got into his truck and drove out into the unfenced pasture just across the road from the bar. Just enough to where they couldn’t hear the music and even the lights from the street were dim. The blankets were old and dusty, but they would do as they spread a few out across the truck bed and climbed inside. 

They laid so closer their arms were pressed against one another. The feel of her skin against his own was electric, burning hot. It was like every nerve in his body was solely attuned to the places in which she touched him. And he watched out of the corner of his eye as she crossed her arms behind her head and sighed. 

Ronnie’s smile really was beautiful. And Jake found himself looking at her more than the canopy of stars. More than they ever got to see in Indianapolis but he didn’t even care. Stars were a dime a dozen, but her? Right now? With those moles on her cheeks and soft brown eyes and pink lips he wanted to kiss. That was one in a million. 

“I haven’t felt this happy in a long time,” she suddenly whispered as she continued to stare at the sky. 

Jake craned his neck to look at her better. “What d’you mean?”

“I mean…I don’t know. I got my dream job, right? I’ve wanted this since I was a kid. Football has been my whole life and I love it. But now that I’m here…” She sighed, arms unfolding from behind her head to rest at her sides. “It’s not all I thought it would be. Everything I do is watched and scrutinized and I…Like did you know? There’s an entire twitter account that’s just a countdown to when I’ll get fired. I guess I knew going in it would be hard, but…I just feel like I can never be myself. I can never relax cause if I slip up even once…”

She sighed again, that joy Jake had come to appreciate slipping away from her eyes. Without thinking, he reached down and took her much smaller hand in his own. She looked over at him for the first time since they crawled into the bed of the truck. 

“Do you feel like yourself right now?” he asked. 

“Yeah…I do.”

Jake could see the stars reflected in her dark eyes. He glanced down at her lips, parted sightly as her thumb passed over his knuckles. He wanted to kiss her more than he wanted to breathe.

Suddenly he was leaning in, and she was leaning too. Suddenly their lips met and it wasn’t enough. Suddenly he was on top of her and his hand was beneath her shirt — feeling as much of her as he could before whatever bubble they had found themselves in popped. Suddenly she was moaning into his mouth and tugging at his belt. 

There were no thoughts. Only some animalistic need. Her shirt rucked up beneath her armpits and one breast spilled out for him to get a taste. Both their jeans pulled down just enough. Neither of them asking any questions that would slow them down as Jake went inside her.

He groaned at how tight her walls gripped him, at her blunt nails digging into his shoulders. He hadn’t realized until that moment, with her caged beneath him in the bed of the truck he had owned since he was sixteen, how much smaller she was than him. He bet if someone were to look at them now, they would hardly be able to see her. He knew he was a big guy, as a tight-end he had to be. But it had never occurred to him that Ronnie could be this small. He felt his dick jump inside her as he was finally buried to the hilt. 

“Shit, good girl, takin’ me so well,” he muttered in her ear as he began to move with shallow thrusts. 

“Mm, J-Jake — so big,” she babbled, eyes unfocused as her fingers scrambled for purchase on his biceps. 

“I know, I know.” He kissed the side of her head. “Doin’ so good for me. Fuck, feel so good.” 

Suddenly his hips were working at a brutal pace and she was crying up to the heavens. Suddenly his thumb thrummed at her clit, wanting to feel her squeeze him impossibly tighter. Suddenly she was coming with a silent scream and her head thrown back. Suddenly Jake was spilling inside her before he even realized he was close. 

They both panted for breath. Sweat cooled on their skin as Jake kissed at her neck. He could see her smile, lazy and stuck in a haze as she looked up at the stars. 

Then she went stiff beneath him, her grip on his shoulders deathly tight. 

“Oh, fuck, what did we just do?”

[authortobenamedlater]

47 and 48 for the asks!

These are hard because when you’ve been writing fanfic for over half of your life, you have a large sample size. 😂

From these fanfic asks.

47. What fanfic of yours is truly underrated?

Probably Only Human. However, the episode it’s based on was…divisive…and I think some people just didn’t want to read anything to do with it. I also spent so long working on the story that by the time I finished it wasn’t fully canon compliant anymore.

I consider Only Human one of my most thoughtful works. It’s a messy situation (and boneheaded decision by the show’s writers, but that is another matter) and I tried hard to be sensitive while not pulling any punches. This story took more time and hand-wringing and rewriting and editing than most one-shots and I was scared to post it. So I’m proud of myself for sharing even though I was afraid of the reaction (which turned out to be unfounded) and it doesn’t have as many comments as I’d like…but does any fic have as many comments as the author wants? 😆

Also, the Halo AO3 fandom is small, especially compared to Star Wars, MCU, and Star Trek where I usually hang out, and I’ve had to learn to moderate my expectations for fanfic interaction.

48. What is your favorite sentence you’ve used in a fic?

“You’re homeless, unemployed, and stranded?”

Bo-Katan to Din in A Marriage of (In)convenience, after he tells her he’s going to be King of Mandalore because he has nowhere else to go.

“Well, aren’t you putting the ‘petty’ in ‘petty officer’ tonight.”

Cortana in Exception Handling, under the influence of an AI virus, to her poor overwrought Master Chief who just wants to be left alone for a few minutes.

I couldn’t pick just one LOL. I’m kinda proud of my penchant for snappy one-liners.

[lexiklecksi]

Happy STS! If your OC could have a YouTube channel, what would it be like?

Happy STS! That is something I never thought of haha but let me think about it now. So to pick one of my many ocs: Let’s imagine Talib (here’s his oc intro) has a YouTube channel. I hate to admit it but it would probably be a shitty dating advice channel. I mean Videos titled like “How to get the woman of your dreams” or “10 tips for better sex” or “Does size matter” (I really don’t want to Google how big a deer penis is 😆 but I can imagine his take is saying it matters and shaming humans for their small penises)

Okay wow this answer took a weird turn, I never want to imagine that again 😳 You are probably regretting sending an ask now and I am so sorry that you had to read this! To conclude, it would be very cringy content to watch and probably misogynistic, but from his point of view he thinks he can really help other men to date. He is deep down a romantic guy who believes in love at first sight, but he grew up in a very patriarchal society (his herd) where the men fight over which woman they can take. Oh I just realised I’ve totally missed to explain that he is an elafid which is basically like a centaur but with a deer underbody. Now everything I’ve said makes slightly more sense haha I am so sorry this answer is unhinged

[simp4ace]

{HCS} Being ASL's little sister 👧👧👧

I would pay to be Ace, Sabo, Luffy's little sister for crying out loud...😫😫😫 AND I finally figured out how to adjust the font size... also the "keep reading" button as well... Took me more time than I expected lmao😓 Well, just hope that this little headcanon will make your day hehe💓💓💓

SABO🎩

Would be the second child out of three brothers, but he acts the most mature so people always mistook him to be the eldest🧐

Is a serious guy so whenever you do something bad, he would be the one who scolds you and teaches you the right things😰😰😰

But always get regret for raising the voice to you😔

So afterward, somehow he would make it up for ya😚

Shhh!!! It's only between you and him okkk🤫

Low-key spoiling you a lot, this guy😌

Always come home with some sweets in his pocket🍬

Would be your home tutor, and very patient if you don't understand something 👨‍🏫

But really strict at some point. Don't you go lazy with him!😤

Proud of you a lot omg❗❗❗

When you accomplish something, he would be so proud that he keeps smiling until his face cramp😆

The type of older brother who goes shopping the whole day with his sister and is willing to hold all the bags without complaining💯

His fashion sense is really good, too. He would give you some advice😼

Always shower you with compliments and words of love, cause he's such a sweet guy 🥰🥰🥰

In his eyes, you are the cutest girl ever (and Luffy's the cutest boy)💓💓💓

Act like a big daddy/mommy here 😢

10000000000/10 points for a big bro👏

PORTGAS D. ACE 🔥

Aww, here come our favorite big brother!!!😍

Is super-duper sweet toward you, girl, you lucky little sister!!! 😭😭😭

The type of big bro who would do anything to see his sister's smile💖

But won't let you know that's his intention (you know all along), he would say it just happens like that😂

Like when he searched for a long time just to find the dress you once mention to Sabo that you want to have, and end up saying that he just came across it 🤭

He's super spoiled for you and isn't afraid to show it 😇

When you get scolded by Sabo, he would be there to comfort you and hug you tight🥺

Very very very gentle to you❣❣❣

Very very very gentle to you❣❣❣

Very very very gentle to you❣❣❣

The important thing needs to be said three times❗❗❗

He might be harsh to Luffy, but not you. How could he act tough with a little girl, let aside the fact that you are his little precious sister😟

Also so proud of his little sister that he cannot stop babbling about you with other people😆

There are only 3 things he tells everyone: Sabo, Luffy, and you🙊

Took a lot of pictures of you and Luffy just to show off to other people😎

A little overprotective toward you, never let you work hard or do sth dangerous 🙂

Would punch in the face of anyone who dares to make you cry🤬

Punch anyone who dares to flirt with you, as well👿

One thing needs to make clear, Ace is gentle, but he's also a big tsundere. So he rarely compliments you😅

If he does so, he will say it with his face all red and can't look you into the eyes🙄

Act like your savior, this guy. Always enjoy it when you look at him with admiration in your eyes🤗

10000000000/10 💖

MONKEY D. LUFFY👑

Youngest brother among the three, he is also the one who is close to your age the most👀

So it's understandable that Luffy won't treat you as sweet as Sabo and Ace does😉

In fact, you guys are frequently seen fighting with each other🤦‍♀️

Mostly because of the food (why am I not surprised?)🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

"Luffy, did you eat my ice cream again?!! Is that you, right!!!?"😠

"What? But you didn't put your name on it, did you?"🤨

Ah, and here comes another bickering 😶

Luffy and you are both stubborn and hot-headed, mostly because both of you are spoiled too much by Ace and Sabo😔👉👈

But Luffy never ever really hit you once, it's always you who beat up his ass, cuz he's, however, a big brother❤

No matter how much time Luffy says you are such a snot-nosed brat, he won't allow anyone to talk bad about you💬

And you never allow anyone to make fun of Luffy either😈

There are also times when it's just so fun to hang out with Luffy. He always knows how to make you laugh ( as well as to get under your skin)🤣

You guys are best-worst buddy👊

In fact, you open up to him more than Ace and Sabo, not only because he's closest to you

But also when the time comes, he's the most dependable, even though he's a real idiot at some point🙏

Even when you don't want to accept, you look up to him the most out of the three😳

It's because that he never treats you as a kid that needs protection, he has faith in you and treats you equally, with the same respect that he has for his Nakama🤜🤛

Act like a big inspired brother here, so please don't beat him that frequently and give him your ice cream alright? 😘

10000000000/10 🥳

Some extra scenarios for you:

*When you bring your boyfriend home*

Sabo: Nice to meet you. I have heard a lot about you. My sister can be quite much for you to handle but please treat our little precious princess nicely, will ya? *coldest smile you've ever seen with an intimidating aura around him as a silent threat toward your bf*

Ace *put himself on fire*: WHAT? YOU TWO ARE DATING?!! HOW COME I DID NOT KNOW? AND WHAT'S WITH ALL THE PIERCING AND TATTOOS YOU GOT THERE TRAFALGAR? HE'S A BAD GUY Y/N BIG BRO WON'T ACCEPT IT! OVER MY DEAD BODY, YOU JERK!!!

Luffy: yo Tra-guy, did you know that y/n fart in her sleep?

...

LUFFFYYY NOOOO!!!!🤯🤯🤯

*When you bring your girlfriend home*

Sabo: Hello. It's a pleasure to meet you, y/n's girlfriend. Oh my, you two look so cute together!

Ace *acts like a proper big brother*: Hi. Nice to meet you! My sister might be a bit much for you to handle. But please take good care of her!

Luffy: WHAT? So Nami is going to be my little sister-in-law???!!! Hey, that's sooooo cool!!!!!!!!

*He's got beaten by Nami in no time*...😑

Hehehehe, and so, that's an end to my hcs. You guys may argue that Sabo would more likely be the one acting gentle and Ace would scold his sister as well as he does so to Luffy. But please, I just want to imagine myself being pampered by Ace, is that okay:(((((( Please let me live in that imagination thank you very much 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

Oh, and for Luffy's big bro figure, I was strongly inspired by the relationship between him and Momonosuke! He's the best brother ever!!! Tbh just go read the Wano arc right away guys it's getting more and more interesting!!!

P/s: I use quite a lot of emoji this time, ya'll think it's alright or I should just stop using too much?

P/s 2: how can I make my own tag? I only can use the things they already got, but sometimes I saw tags are just so fun and unique, how can I have one?

[charming-2d-boys]

Oooh, I really loved that S/O getting accidentally babified scenario with the adult trio x'D What if the adult trio end up on the wrong end of that Nen (maybe seeing the attack coming before the s/o does and shoving them out of the way?) and have an s/o who's actually pretty good with kids looking after them while being babies?

I LOVE YOU! 😭💕

I'm so excited, I've seen fanarts of this and my imagination's been killing me with this and it's just the cutest thing ever and I'm dying just at the thought of it 😆

Thank you so much for the request! I hope you'll like it just as much as I did! 🙇😍

A/N: These two were the biggest inspiration for this because they are so cute! I will be linking them here since I wouldn’t want to upset the artists and repost them here without their permission:

https://twitter.com/Mono_hh/status/1171024805027434501/photo/4 (look at my baby Chrollo crying because he has no one to pick him up 😭)

&

https://twitter.com/meume_h/status/767683109839974400/photo/1

Also, the premise will be the same for all of them: they get transformed into babies by a Nen user’s ability while trying to save their S/O, just like it was requested. And this is all pretty long 🤔

Chrollo

for someone so smart, that was a very stupid move

that’s what you want to say

until you see Chrollo... or a baby version of him

he’s just staring at you with those wide, grey eyes as if he just can’t believe what is happening

and he’s naked and shivering, surrounded by his clothes that remained in their original size

and reaching out to you - at least he seemed to remember you, which was a relief

that shirt of his is no good in this situation, so you sort of bundle him up in his coat and hold him in your arms as another Spider picks up the rest of his clothes

you and the rest of the Troupe agree on Chrollo staying with you for the time being

you wouldn’t have let him stay in that dingy and decaying church not even if they threatened to kill you

you don’t know how weak he is right now and you won’t take your chances

and they’re thinking the same thing when you tell them that

so you all go to your house and tell everyone what they should bring you

while Feitan and Machi take the now unconscious person in for interrogation (and torture)

what an idiot, thinking he could kill a Spider so easily to take their place

Chrollo hasn’t cried once - though he was really close, but it was more out of shock and frustration than anything else

but other than that, he was silent, just clinging to your clothes

you washed him first to make sure he was warm and by the time you were done, the others had brought you some baby clothes as well as everything else you’d asked for and more - just in case

assured that you’d take care of their boss, they left and promised to visit the next day - of course, because they’re worried

but it’s also because Chrollo as a baby is adorable

he still has his tattoo and the earrings and just looks like a really cute baby trying to be edgy and cool

he doesn’t fuss about anything really

maybe except for the food, but you do try to make him something better than baby food, which he appreciates

loves it when you read to him, especially when you read him to sleep

it doesn’t really matter what you read to him

honestly, you even read fairy tales and when you picked up one of the books, Chrollo looked at you as if you had personally offended him

he’s a man in a baby’s body, you don’t have to treat him like one

not entirely

but honestly, after he thinks a bit about it, it’s like having a taste of what a normal childhood would’ve been like

so he settles down in your arms and listens to you while looking at the colourful pictures

falls asleep within minutes usually, feeling warm, loved and cared for as he feels you kiss the top of his head

and while Chrollo is the quietest and most well-behaved “kid” you’ve ever met and you (and the Troupe) think he’s adorable

you all honestly can’t wait for him to return to his adult form

though Chrollo likes how doting you are and he appreciates everything you do for him

he knows the Troupe would’ve done it if it weren’t for you

but with the way they grew up... he’s glad you were the one who showed him what a normal and loving childhood would’ve been like

Hisoka

this is his true moment of WTF

and yours as well

you’re safe and sound, if not a bit dirty from falling on the ground when Hisoka pushed you with Bungee Gum

and you see the person dead and on their back, a card sticking out of their face

and Hisoka is just standing there, small, helpless, confused and just looking down at his body, to the corpse then to you

when he sees the shock on your face and the realisation of what’s happened dawns on him, he actually tears up

and soon he’s crying

loudly

you scramble to your feet to pick him up and stop him from crying

but Hisoka just keeps doing it and you’re panicking because you don’t know if he’s hurt or if there’s anything wrong

you just pick up his clothes and try to rock him back and forth, slowly managing to quieten him down

when you’re sure he’s okay, at least on the outside, you dress him up with what he has as best as you can and go to the hospital

you’d make an excuse about the clothes later

turns out he’s okay, so you’re free to go home

Hisoka’s been quiet the whole time, only staring at you with those golden eyes

when he’s clean and warm and even fed, you sit him down on the couch and you sit on the floor, looking at him while he looks back

he’s absolutely adorable

you’d cleaned the makeup off his face and his hair wasn’t styled anymore

and he’s cute and chubby and you just smile lovingly at him

Hisoka is shook because you’re looking at him in such a way and it’s just something new

he would love to smirk and tease you

but all that comes out is a sweet smile and babbling, making you coo loudly as you hug him and tell him how adorable he is

Hisoka is a bit shocked by this sudden display of affection, but he likes it anyway, so he hugs you back tightly

he also refuses to sleep anywhere else but besides you

you tried that once and he kept crying until you took him with you in bed

then he just snuggled into your arms and fell asleep with a smile on his face

in his tiny, little heart he feels thankful for having you to take care of him now

now, he’s not the most well-behaved kid or anything

sometimes he cries just because

also, he likes groping your chest whenever you pick him up - yes, he’s still perverted

and if you get mad at him for doing something

those big, sparkly, innocent-looking (not) golden eyes of his getting a bit teary are quick to have you let him off the hook

again

overall, it’s going to be both a relief and concern when he’s going to turn back to his normal self

it’s good to know that Hisoka won’t be a baby forever and won’t be able to defend himself

but you also liked how cute he was

expect a lot of teasing and affection

that’s mostly as a thank you for taking care of him without actually saying it

Illumi

this couldn’t have come at a worse time

Illumi just sighs as he looks up at your incredulous expression

he doesn’t even need to say anything, just lifts his arms towards you and stares

what else can you do except pick him up?

good thing you had a hoodie on for this mission, as it was easier to bundle him in it while it was already warm

Illumi just subconsciously snuggled himself better and into your arms, looking at the needles sticking out of the person’s head

well, he’s just going to have to wait it out

you wished you could take Illumi at the estate, but it’s extremely far away from where you were

so you tell Illumi just that and march to your hotel room

Illumi can’t really do much except pull on your clothes in protest and stare up at you with a pout

he really just wanted to go home

well, you were dead set on proving Illumi that you could take care of him just fine and without getting his family involved

and that’s what you did

you bathed him, fed him, read him to sleep, took him on strolls in the city

Illumi was fussy as hell at first because it was childish and below his dignity

but he was aware of how hard you tried to take care of him and how... loving you were towards him

plus, it didn’t feel so bad to have someone take care of him when he himself couldn’t

so he slowly warmed up to the idea and cooperated with you

Illumi never cries

not even when you took his needles away because they’re dangerous

but he did pout for hours

and honestly, he doesn’t really make much noise

so he scares you quite easily when you suddenly feel him tug at your clothes or cling to your leg as he just stares at you with those black eyes of his

it’s cute, if not a little creepy

he also just stays still and watches TV while he’s on your lap and you’re brushing his hair - Illumi loves those moments

always clings to you in his sleep

by the time Illumi transforms back, he’s so used to this that he actually just does it naturally

and he loves clinging to you even when you walk around

honestly, now that he’s had a taste of what someone being so doting with him feels like, he just wants even more

he’s going to be very thankful for everything you’ve done and the parental way you’ve taken care of him

and he’ll even voice it and just plan on keeping you by his side for as long as he can

[iheartchv]

Hey

I was wondering if I could get a match up?

I have brown shoulder length hair and green eyes. My skin is tanned (I don't know if that's the right word) and I'm Eastern European. I'm a virgo and I really like spiritual and paranormal kinda stuff. I speak English, Bulgarian, Russian and Korean. I'd like to think I'm a nice person who can be trusted and asked for help. I love horror, comedy and action movies and I absolutely love to daydream and shift. I'm also chubby-plus size and just a little insecure but I try my best to not show it in front of other people . My favorite color is black and I like all kinds of music. I'm pretty responsible usually but sometimes my anxiety and panic attacks makes it a little difficult.

Tw: I used to self harm and think about suicide frequently in the past but now I'm better. I also used to be abused so now I flinch out of reflex when someone raises their hand.

Sure thing😄💕

🤔I think you'd be paired with... Leonardo💙

Leo, the leader, would fall for you

He doesn't exactly know when he started having feelings for you, but does it really matter

You felt so insecure about your body, but he reassured you many times that you were perfect as you are

Later on in the relationship, he'd show you how much you mean to him

Then it'd be his turn to feel unsure of himself

Your kindness and helpful advice helps him get through the days ahead

Your his pillar of strength after a long tiring day

Being a Virgo means your a perfectionist and a total kick butt person

Sound familiar?

Leo clicked with you when he saw this side of your personality

With training, you two would make a great team

But he doesn't want to put you in danger

He doesn't want you to have a panic attack during a battle and end up hurt or dead

He couldn't live with that

You can count on him to keep you safe

You want to watch a movie? Sure, as long as you sit in his lap or stay close to him

He sometimes won't concentrate on the movie, but be focused on how soft your hair is, how pretty your eyes are

He may even start a make out session

"You started it by being this gorgeous" he'd flirt

He'd be slow and gentle with you, always

Once you told him about your past, he promised that he'd never do that you

He couldn't help but feel angry that someone would abuse you, dared to put hands on you

Your touch would bring him out of it, though

Leo's a loving, passionate turtle

And he wanted to spend a life time showing you

"You're my one and only" 💙🐢💕👧

I hope this is alright and got who you wanted😆😅

[kitcat-italica]

The State of My Ships (please also read the caveats at the end)

My shipping pendulum is swinging away from Thorki. It makes me sad, but I know there's nothing for it. We can't help who we ship, or which fandoms we like.

I think the Thorki fandom, and the Avengers fandom in general, has reached that critical point of toxicity. When any fandom stays around long enough, divisions among its fans are all but inevitable. Add in the fact that hate and tribalism is addictive to our brains once it takes hold of us, and the anonymity + rewards of extreme opinions that the internet provides, and soon enough you've made fandom a not-fun place to be. Even with the people who are supposedly "on my side" with their opinions are hating the "other side" while calling others out for doing the same thing and I'm just. So. Tired of it.

I think the Avengers fandom has opened itself up to this for two main reasons: its longevity/perpetuity, and its subject matter of conflict. The longevity is kinda self-explanatory? Since it's this perpetually-running machine of movie after movie after movie, and now we're getting Disney+ TV shows into the mix too...it just feels exhausting to me rather than exhilarating. I think the fact that Infinity War/Endgame ended the stories of lots of my favorite characters (often in brutal, unforgiving ways) just compounds the exhaustion for me.

But as for the subject matter, that's to do with how the storytellers think that crazy twists, gut-wrenching deaths, boatloads of angst and suffering, and constant infighting among the heroes is what people love about the story. Newsflash: it's not! It may be what gets people to pay attention to something not usually on their entertainment radar, or gets them to preorder an opening night ticket rather than waiting for the second or third weekend. But it's not what makes us care. It's not what makes us fall in love. The characters and the team are what does that! And if you're just gonna break them apart and rip our hearts out every time they get to a happier place together, it's gonna turn people away. Maybe not enough for the bean counters to notice, but it'll happen to an extent. It's been happening for me, as much as I tried to fight against that, because I didn't want to lose a fandom's place in my heart.

But now Good Omens has wormed its way into my wittle fandom heart, and said heart has grown three sizes. I have noticed that Aziraphale/Crowley and Thor/Loki do share some surprising similarities (two magical immortal beings hanging out on Earth, trying to blend in and grudgingly working together to save their home while bickering all the way) (yes I think I have a fandom Type 😆). But, I think the two reasons why Avengers has become toxic and exhausting, are the two reasons why Good Omens hasn't.

The longevity/perpetuity? Not an issue at all, because it's a miniseries, and was always intended as such. There won't be a second season, because the complete story was already told in the first one. So there probably won't be any further material to divide people as time goes on. We're all still in love with the same stuff. Plus, having that sense of completeness is so satisfying to me! All stories need to end, and it's a shame that because of the business side of entertainment, successes tend to drag themselves into overstaying their welcomes because it'll make the producers more money in the meantime. So Neil, if I ever get wind that you're making GO Season 2, I'll be worried. Part of me will be excited, but I'll be mostly worried. Take note.

Then there's the subject matter and approaches to conflict. In this respect, Good Omens is the complete opposite of Avengers. Instead of the constant mean-spirited conflict that Avengers builds its stories on, Good Omens builds its story on love and friendship carrying people through.

Avengers' idea of good storytelling is: Let's have Steve and Tony TRY TO KILL EACH OTHER! Let's have sweet teenage Peter Parker HAVE A MENTAL BREAKDOWN! Let's have everyone quip to COVER UP THEIR PTSD! Let's have Loki DIE IN FRONT OF THOR FOR THE THIRD TIME! Let's have EVERYONE LOSE A LOVED ONE AND BECOME FROZEN WITH GRIEF FOR HALF OF THE NEXT MOVIE!

Meanwhile, Good Omens says: Let's have Aziraphale and Crowley decide to save the world because they've grown rather fond of the place. Let's have the Antichrist name his Hellhound "Dog" and turn it into an adorable terrier who loves him forever. Let's have the Four Horseman be defeated by the belief of four eleven-year-olds that they can make the world a better place. Let's have Adam stop the Apocalypse and save everyone by rejecting the dad who was never there for him, in favor of the dad who was. Let's have the most formidable forces of Heaven and Hell be defeated by a Witch/Witchfinder couple who love each other, a Witchfinder/Psychic Prostitute couple who (secretly) loves each other, four kids and a dog who all love each other, and an angel and a demon who love each other.

On one hand, we can end a story with a broken and battered team of heroes saving the day by punching it really hard, mourning whoever died this time, and going their separate ways. On the other hand, we can end a story with two old people moving in together, two young people finally forging their own destiny, a boy and his dog running off to have fun, and two immortal beings eating good food and drinking champagne. All of them gently, peacefully celebrating the world they still get to live in—especially the fact that they get to live in it together.

I've got a new job as a crisis counselor, which is quite emotionally demanding. Forgive me if I want my entertainment at the end of the day to feel like a warm fuzzy blanket, rather than like walking in the dark through a floor full of Lego pieces.

*A caveat: I am by no means done with writing the main Thorki story I've been working on for the past few years, What Makes a Marriage. That fire is too out of control to be extinguished in my heart. But I think it's an exception because 1. It's an AU that's pretty far removed from canon, and 2. I always strive to have the gentleness in that story come to the fore, even if there's darkness on the edges. I've just been procrastinating on the next chapter because I last left our boys in a super dark place, and I need to build up the emotional bandwidth to write how they climb back toward the light.

Part of building up that bandwidth has been me writing the Softest, Sweetest, Fluffiest fics about the Ineffable Husbands, so if you're only here for WMAM and are tired of my GO headcanons and gif reblogs, don't worry! It's all for your benefit too, in some roundabout way. And I do what I want 🙂

**A second caveat: I am still here to talk about all the Thorki things, if you ever want to reach out! It's just probably not gonna be the main focus of what I reblog or post about anymore. But I still adore the lovely parts of that side of fandom, and the lovely people I've met who feel the same ❤️❤️❤️❤️