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these expressions are so 💅??? the completed klavi-jalla merger creates the cuntiest demigod alive i fear.
#OOC.#i've got 3 stages for jalla & klavier and they're all Very Distinct#there's Pre-Ritual where jalla is a curious traveler trailing the lure of accelerated ley line power. then becomes VERY angry to be trapped#and klavi is just a quiet calm guy who loves his work + his fiancee & is gleefully giggling about getting to go to SPACE for the first time#THEN there's Bad Roommates where they're both struggling for control of the body. klavi is traumatized. jalla is seething.#that's the venom movie stage for them bc jalla is trying to coax klavi into either disappearing or getting cool with murder real quick#and klavi has his fingers in his ears going lalala i can't hear you i'm gonna go teach a math class now this can't be REAL#and FINALLY there's the Merger. where klavi is broken down or spiteful enough to agree to fully incorporate jalla into his consciousness#that's where we get this cunty zemo energy where jalla is practically lounging in the comforts of the material world like a house cat#while klavi is discovering his dormant god complex and realizing that actually? it's pretty fucking GREAT to be the one CAUSING the pain#and not the one RECEIVING it. he spends SO long being absolutely powerless. forced to run + hide + be locked out of his own mind#so when he realizes just how much agency jalla is willing to give him? all for the low low cost of feeding them? it pollutes him entirely#you can do everything people want from you & they still don't have to care about you or help you but this god? they keep him safe.#and the result is this sassy sardonic little fruit with kubrick eyes and a mocking laugh. absolutely unafraid of anything.#content to live the high life while they meticulously rip open the seams of reality one thread at a time. what a freak#KLAVIER VIS. ( can't you see them floating like black ash? )#JALLAKUNTILLIOKAN STUDY. ( you tell them lies. you tell them all. )#JALLAKLAVI V.03 ( and to history we will say: we were right. )
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Just friends
Satoru Gojo x gn!reader
Cw - fluff - jealous reader, suggestive ending
300wrd
You were Satoru's classmate, that's all you were. Sure you exchanged looks, he grazed your hand a couple times, yeah maybe he always hugs a little closer then others, and maybe he makes your safety his first priority.. but you're just friends! Nothing more, he's never done anything else...and well, why would you make a move? You're just close friends, even if he stays up late in your dorm listening to you talk about your day.. ramble about interests, and yeah he watches your favorite movies and shows with you. But it doesn't mean anything!
He always flirts with girls in Tokyo.. and that's fine, cause why would you have feelings for Satoru Gojo? He's a cocky brat, even if he always gives you praise and compliments you in a genuine way. So you're not mad he's talking to girls, why would you be? Its not like he would ever like YOU, no of course not he would always go for the 10/10 pinup blonde bitch then you
Even if when you see him with her all you wanna do is punch her in her cunty face, she's not even a sorcerer so it would be easy to threaten her. But obviously never gonna DO that, cause Satoru can talk to who he wants too, you don't have any control over it
Besides he's the one groaning on top of you during late nights, not her. In a friend way though!
#cupidscruel🍡#gojo x geto#jjk gojo#gojo x reader#gojo saturo#gojo satoru#jujutsu gojo#gojo smut#gojo fluff#fluff or smut#fluff#jjk fluff#jjk icon#jjk smut#jjk x reader#jjk x gender neutral reader#jjk x you#gojo x gender neutral reader#gojo x male reader
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Needy
Day 6: Peanut, go back to the ren faire (or don't, you're not exactly suffering). Characters belong to @lumosinlove and header is from @noots-fic-fests!
Day 5 Halloween movie: Scream (1996). Cunty California FinnLo, you have my whole heart.
Rated M for suggestive content; TW for heavily seasoned dreams
CRACK.
“Mr. Knut. Austenian values exhibited in Pride and Prejudice.”
Leo just…stared. He could do nothing else. “Uh.”
Disappointment radiated off a single arched brow. “What period did Jane Austen live in?”
“The. Um.” Oh, his brain was gone gone. “Regency.”
“Did the people of the Regency era condone outward expressions of sexual behavior?”
I most definitely do. “No,” Leo managed to stutter out. “Probably not.”
“Thought I’d lost you for a second there. So.” The yard stick, still poised where it had come down on his desk, gave a creak as Finn leaned close and braced his free hand on the edge. His bare forearm flexed below his rolled cuff. Tortoiseshell frames made the cut of his hazel eyes even sharper. “What values are presented in Pride and Prejudice?”
“I…” The collar of Finn’s shirt looked starched to perfection. The front fit across his chest and shoulders like a glove; Leo could see the faint shadow of a cotton undershirt. His mouth watered. Finn smelled like old books and leather and his spicy going-out cologne. Books. He was supposed to be thinking about books. “I have no idea.”
Finn pinned him with a look. “Distractions aren’t permissible in my class, Mr. Knut.”
That shirt would be straining across Logan’s back. The fine silver chain of his necklace would—
Christ alive, Finn was wearing the necklace.
“Are you listening?” Finn asked with wry patience. He moved to lean back against the wide mahogany desk at the front of the classroom, ankles crossed. The yard stick moved in hypnotic circles between his fingers. “You’re a star student, Mr. Knut. These aren’t difficult questions for you.”
Leo swallowed hard. “Sorry.”
“I don’t tolerate lackluster effort when I know you can do better.”
“Sorry.”
Finn nudged his glasses up the bridge of his nose with one knuckle. Leo’s throat went dry as bone. “Mr. Knut,” he began, rocking easily into a step. “I don’t know what is taking up so much of your attention recently, but if it’s affecting your performance in my class, I think we need to have a talk.”
Oh god yes please. “We do?”
“It’s becoming a concern.” Finn rounded the far edge of the desk. His thumb tapped a pattern on the flat grain. The yard stick was abandoned, and Finn’s full attention fell on Leo like a floursack filled to bursting.
“I’m s—”
“Apologies aren’t necessary,” Finn said with a shake of his head. Twin lenses flashed in the glowing light of old-fashioned lamps, refracting honey and whiskey when he came to a stop once more in front of Leo’s desk. “I just want to know what’s going on.”
The soft sympathy would be unbearable. Shiny buttons shone in Leo’s direct line of sight, but the abs weren’t safe either—below them sat the polished buckle of Finn’s leather belt. His trousers were pressed and tailored to each round of his thighs. Leo dragged his gaze back to Finn’s face, guilty and so turned on his hand was starting to hurt where he gripped the side of his chair. “I don’t know,” he lied.
Finn looked at him over the frame of his glasses. “Really?” He smiled as if Leo was amusing, somehow, all pearly teeth and pointed canines this close. “I’m not gonna bite you. Give it a shot.”
“I have no idea.” If Leo threw himself forward, he could take that belt buckle between his teeth and beg.
“I don’t believe you.”
“Maybe you should.”
“Back-talking is rude.” Finn’s voice took on a firm undertone. His fingertips steepled on the edge of Leo’s desk, neat nailbeds going white from the light pressure. Leo wanted to look straight down the loose neck of Finn’s shirt and shove those graphite-smudged fingers in his mouth all at once. Instead, he stayed frozen. “Mr. Knut, I think I’ll take that apology now.”
Leo opened his mouth. Nothing came out.
“I let you get away with a lot in here.” The timbre of Finn’s voice raised goosebumps down his back. Leo forced himself to look up again. He could smell the cologne. Could taste the way Finn tasted when that freckle on his lip was properly worshipped. Could feel the drag of thick red hair under his palms. “Are you listening?”
“Hmm.”
“I can’t let you get away with everything,” Finn sighed. “And it’s hard, but rudeness has to be punish—”
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Leo shot awake and upright like he had been blasted out of a cannon.
“Glasses,” he blurted, slapping at Logan’s arm with blind clumsiness. “Glasses, Lo, the shirt.”
Logan grumbled and mumbled and pushed himself up, one elbow tucked tight to his side. His necklace dangled down toward the sheets. Every blink looked painful. “Quoi?”
Leo grabbed his chin with one hand. That seemed to wake Logan further—enough to get both eyes open, at least, though a look of sleepy alarm was defused by the smush of his cheeks. Leo’s heart hammered. He could feel his pulse everywhere. His head spun and his dick twitched. “You need to hide Finn’s glasses,” he ordered, out of breath. “We need to put them away.”
Logan squinted at him. “He needs them. To see.”
Leo groaned and released him, flopping back down with an arm across his eyes. Even his pajamas felt like too much. “I need them gone.” He pulled both hands down his face in a long drag. “To live.”
Finn made a low noise next to him. Leo’s pulse slammed—he chanced a peek. “Penguins,” Finn muttered. His eyes were shut. Copper lashes fluttered and went still. He shifted and pushed an arm under his pillow, burrowed into it, and fell quiet. The curve of his shoulder caught the moonlight. Leo needed to bite him so bad.
He made a soft, aching sound and looked back at Logan. He would understand the combination of desperation and sudden self-awareness brought on by unfortunate Finn-related dreams. “I need to him to spank me with a yard stick.”
Logan stared at him for a long moment, then bent to kiss Leo’s forehead. “I’ll hide the glasses.”
#leo knut#finn o'hara#logan tremblay#cubs#o'knutzy#sweater weather#coast to coast#vaincre#lumosinlove#my fic#fanfic#fic o'ween 2024#wet dream
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X-Men (2000)
Just imagine seeing your senator after days of missing turn up on the nearby beach, naked. like I'm sorry but that shit is wild. That and he ends up with a mutation; y'know, the thing he's been lobbying against. sounds familiar, eh?
Oh great, Cerebro (slowpoke has a cousin apparently) triggers the tinnitus
Senator Kelly talking to Storm and how he's shown to be leaking fluid reminds me of that story about the dude (Hisashi Ouchi) who got radiation poisoning and ended up liquifying from the inside out.
I am terrible at identifying when folks are being mimicked by Mystique. Had me pissed at Bobby even though he didn't do anything + they even flashed her yellow eyes.
Oh, to be as cunty as Mystique, casually voguing mid-fight
White streak in my hair, no stress now /ref (sorry not sorry, had to)
Also even before watching this movie, every time I see Rogue with her purple scarf, I just think of the girl with the green ribbon. Like her head's gonna lop off if she removes it
But I do prefer how they visually depicted her mutation over AHS's Coven with Zoe Benson
Favorite mutant in this one goes to Toad, his shit looks cool as f
#xmen#x men#xmen movies#x men movies#rogue#anne marie#mystique#ororo munroe#logan howlett#movies#movieblr#filmblr#films#marvel
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The return of HQ as boyfriends on instagram part 7 I think?
Haven’t done these in a while 😳 hope they’re still fun🤩
Tendou | Hinata | Akaashi
Tendou:
The summer was coming to an end which meant Tendou was moving soon
Which is not very cunty fierce diva of him🙂
Anyhow that’s how you and the rest of the third years found yourself at the beach🏖️
“You’ll be fine y/n you’re moving in with him next year when you finish school”
“Okay semi you’re gonna eat tomorrow so you can skip out on the bbq today” 😒
It had been mostly a normal day until it hit you that this would be the last time in god knows how long where you could all hang out like this 🥹
“Tendou always like his meat damn near raw” “Yn-Chan I’m not dead” “Sometimes it’s like I can hear his voice” 😭
“Sugar you don’t need to cry it’s just me”
“What’s that supposed to mean you’re my everything”
Now tendou is crying and you’re both just wailing in eachothers arms
“OKAY👏🏻 let’s take pictures” semi quite frankly was about to rip his hair out
“Babe pick me up so we can take a cute beach picture”
He picked you up alright, in a very tendouesque way but honestly you wouldn’t have it any other way🥹
Hinata
“Let’s go watch the new marvel movie baby”
It was a thing you both did, you were both busy with club activities but when a new marvel movie dropped? fuck club activities
On the way home shoyo kept kicking and throwing his hands around 🤡
“I totally look like captain America like this” no you don’t Ofcourse shoyo 💗
One thing led to another and you ended up setting up your phone to record the two of you as you played around street fighter style
He kicked his foot up pretending he was gonna kick you which made you catch his foot and make him fall flat on his back
👁️👅👁️ suck on that special move “I won”
He laughed and yanked you down so you were on top of him so you did the only sensible thing you could do and kissed him 🥴
“W wE’rE IN PUBLic”
He pulled you down ONTOP of him and now you’re the indecent one for kissing him?? 🤠
His face looked more like a stop sign and you could probably fry an egg on it considering how hot it was 🥴
“One more” 🥺👉🏻👈🏻
Your boyfriend was the cutest little mf in the world and so you obliged and kissed him over and over
Akaashi
Everyday you thanked god, your lucky stars, fate and everything else that had made it possible for you to bag the man that is Akaashi🤩
So when you found yourselves on a nice romantic beach date with bokuto you took all your chances to dote on your boyfriend
“Keiji you should take of your shirt you’re sweating” 😏
“Keiji you’re gonna burn let me put some sunscreen on you” 😏
“Keiji can I lick every drop of water off of your body to dry you” okay no that one didn’t happen sadly 😔✊🏻
Later that night when you had all gotten dressed bokuto left to go buy some drinks
Keiji was holding you in his arms “I have to say your tactics have gotten better”
“👁️👄👁️?”
“You managed to undress and touch me without anyone suspecting anything” busted
“I have no idea what you’re talking about”
“GUYS IVE HAD ENOUGH STOP LOOKING TOUCHING AND FEELING EACHOTHER AND LOOK AT ME” I guess you’d been busted by both of them 😳
#haikyuu#haikyuu x reader#hq smau#haikyuu smau#akaashi smau#tendou x reader#hinata x reader#tendou smau#hinata smau
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Hi!
So, I've seen a few sporadic opinions from you on the different parental figures, adoptive or otherwise, people have come up with for Spider. Since I absolutely love reading your opinions and ideas regarding Avatar, I really wanted to ask: based on what you've seen from the fandom so far, what do you think of the different parents people give Spider?
Thanks! :)
Hi! Aww, I appreciate that! Sure, let's see what we can come up with.
So, I have given a few more detailed thoughts on most parents for Spider, so if anyone wants those just ask for those specific ones. Here I will just give basic thoughts.
Miles Quaritch; this one should be obvious. Bad, abusive, parent. Can never be a good one, their entire relationship at this point is built on manipulation and forced trauma bonding. He Patty Hearst'ed this child. The fandom is kidding themselves and it does make me upset.
Paz Socorro; this one is a tad more understandable, but the push to make Paz a sympathetic character confuses me. We only know canonical bad things about her. She could be anything though, she's a blank slate, so even though it isn't a headcanon I enjoy, it doesn't bother me.
Sully Family: I've made many longer posts about this, but they are my favorite Spider parents. Not only is it where the story intends to go, but it's so interesting. I love found familys, even when it hurts and it's a little fucked up, and that's just where he belongs in my opinion. They have the ability to understand him better than anyone else ever could.
Tonowari and Ronal: This one to me, while usually adorable, is like a fun little delusional fantasy. It's hard for me to get into because it feels so out of reality. That lovely cunty bitch Ronal is nEVER going to be nice to Spider. She is going to treat him like dirt next movie in the beginning, and it is going to break our little hearts. Obsessed with her, lol. Let her be the judgemental bitch she is.
Tsu'tey and Norm Spellman: These ones both mean the entire world to me, not gonna lie. Not as much as Spider Sully, but it's god damn close. It's like he's Spider Sully and still had a good childhood but still was raised with the Sully kids as their barnacle bestie, and can still be in any of his rarepairs. It makes my day. Someone write me one where Norm and Tsu'tey raise Spider tOGETHER, while being IN LOVE.
#if i forgot any you wanted thoughts on let me know#miles spider socorro#spider socorro#spider sully#miles quaritch#paz socorro#neytiri sully#jake sully#tonowari#ronal#tsu'tey#norm spellman#tsu'tey x norm#avatar#avatar the way of water#james cameron avatar#melissa's asks#melissa on avatar (cameron)
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zoe hi omg sorry for disappearing. i have a question again! what are ellie and abby's fav movie genres? also, unrelated but isn't abby and shiv soooo alike? (cunty&blonde)
anyways i missed you & i love you
-penis cat anon
omg i literally was gonna post something saying i miss penis cat anon the other day but i didn't wanna be a weirdo <3 glad you're back and i hope you're having a good week!
i mean… for ellie, i obviously have to say that it's sci-fi!! like i have to, it literally can't be anything else. i think she can quote every line from the original alien movie! it's her default movie whenever she doesn't know what to watch. could also talk about interstellar for 2 hours straight. no breaks, no pausing to think, just uninterrupted talking!! i think no matter what genre, she will find a deep significant theme in everything she watches (and i agree because i'm the same and actually everything DOES have a deep significant theme 🙄) but sometimes it's a little funny because she'll turn to you randomly, looking dead serious, and just be like "the thing about sharknado 5 that no one understands is that—"
abby, on the other hand, is very serious about her period dramas. knows more about the fashion trends of the regency era than most costume designers in the industry and she'll tell you all about it!! but truly deep down it's not about the aesthetic, she's just a romance girl <3 you know she's overdue for a pride and prejudice rewatch when she starts writing you letters and unironically calling you "mrs. anderson" (you are not married). she can get into romcoms and more modern romances sometimes, but they're simply not the same!! she does love moonstruck, mamma mia and 13 going on 30 though. but who doesn't?
and yes you are absolutely correct about the shiv and abby parallels. cunty and blonde!!! and abby would absolutely rock a bob in the same way that shiv would rock a long braid. and abby could pull off corporate hot just like shiv could pull off apocalypse hot. and they would both be fixed by a little lesbian sex :)
#modern!ellie#modern!abby#ellie williams x reader#ellie williams headcanons#abby anderson x reader#abby anderson headcanons
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How TG characters would react to being in Saw traps:
(These aren't specific traps because I haven't seen enough movies to torture my pookies properly yet 😾😾😾)
Kaneki
Pre-Jason: Cry, shake, throw up. Would probably die from the stress and overthinking before that cunty Billy Puppet could even Think about rolling in
Post-Jason: Would not hesitate to break a bone but would also act in rash ways. Would probably manage to escape the trap but wouldn't seek for help after because he's emo brocken core 🥀🥀🥀
Haise
Approaches it from a logical perspective. 100% escapes but tries not to injure himself (or others if it is a joined trap)
Touka
Would probably curse out whoever put her in the room the entire time while solving the puzzle / getting through it. Like. "YOU SICK SON OF A BITCH, I'M GOING TO GET YOU" *solves the puzzle* She 100% beats the fuck out of the Billy puppet when he rolls in once she's done like she is Not gonna have it
Hide
We all know our boy is SO smart, but he doesn't have the healing properties of a ghoul so he would have to be extra careful with it
Nishiki
Gets his swearing out BEFORE he starts solving the puzzle which ultimately costs him time so he dies. He's definitely smart enough and rash enough to do ANYTHING to get out but I feel like his attitude would get in his way
Uta
Tries but ultimately decides he doesn't give a fuck so he just opts to die
Renji
Definitely tries but realizes he also doesn't give a fuck. His only motivation would be to keep protecting those he cares about but if the creator of the room told him they were dead then he'd probably just die too
Ayato
Like Touka, he gets mad except he sits there for a while stewing in his anger because he hates when people boss him around and he'll prove he's the best by escaping with only a little time left
Eto
Solves it SO quickly and kicks serious ass once she's out
Rize
Solves it and then serves absolute cunt while hunting down the guy
Jason
Considering how he reacted when Kaneki turned the tables on him, he'd probably lay down and cry
Tsukiyama
Acts like he knows what he's doing and then dies because he does not in fact know what he's doing
Juuzou
Compliments the person who made the room while solving the ever loving fuck out of it
Amon
I honestly have NO clue what he would do. He seems like the type of guy to say, "You're under arrest!" in a situation where he does not have the ability to arrest someone 😭 He's definitely smart enough to solve it, he would just probably be saying, "Do you know who I am??" the entire time 💀
Akira
Solves it and then complains that it ruined her schedule for the day 💀
Saiko
Doesn't give a fuck probably. That or she would cry. Or both. She'd cry and then not give a fuck.
Ginshi
I'm sorry but that man is NOT surviving. He's smart but he definitely is a different type of intelligent to what Saw traps might require. I think in a physical one, yes he would. In one that required more attention to detail and shit...maybe not.
Mutsuki
Cries and then beats the ever loving fuck out of the trap and kills the person that did it
Urie
Solves it and just goes about it silently, unphased, and logically. He can't let his kidnapper know he's scared
This is for shits and giggles, don't take it too serious and I'd love to see other characters you guys think about in Saw traps. All the characters are def smart enough to solve them but it's funny to imagine them in there
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PART TWO
marcus pike x f!reader
no masterlist for this man, good luck to this man - read part one tho it's fun
warnings | 18+ smut, sucking and fucking and also angst, mentions of sex work, marcus is a freak ass sugar daddy with a cunty lil blackberry and a bmw vroom vroom
note: this is OLD, this is from the ARCHIVE, leave me alone and also i love you muah kiss for you
@idolatrybarbie come get your juice
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People are staring. Backpacks held in slack hands, necks craned around to catch a glimpse of the beemer pulled up at the curb outside the library, sleek silver rims glinting in the afternoon light. But it’s the man leaning up against the side of the car that’s really piquing people’s interest.
“Hey, baby, you ready to go?” A kiss to her cheek before his lips catch hers, a quick smack that she doesn’t let deepen under so many watchful eyes.
“Hi, Marcus, thank you for picking me up, but you could’ve just met me at my apartment, it’s no big deal.” He scoffs at that, his aviators slipping down his nose as he squints at her.
“You know I don’t like you riding public transportation, it’s not–” She cuts him off with another kiss, rubbing her palm up and down the lapel of his suit jacket.
“Not safe, I know. But I’ve been getting around just fine on the bus for a while now and I’ve yet to get murdered. So I don’t think you have to worry about it.” He chuckles, pressing his sunglasses back up before opening the passenger side door for her, all ease as he leans over the top of the door to steal one more kiss as she ducks into the BMW.
Things have been different, and good, since she met Marcus. She had been a bit surprised when he called only a few hours after he dropped her off at her apartment that morning.
“Do I look like a complete dope calling you this soon?”
“I kinda like it actually. You aren’t one to play games, huh?” A laugh crackling over the phone and a sigh.
“I guess I have a bit of a one-track mind. When I want something I gotta go after it– and I just sounded like a total tool saying that, didn’t I?”
“Coming from anyone else, I’d say yes. But I think you’re a little too sweet to really be a tool. So, are you gonna ask me out or what?” Another laugh, her smile broadening at the sound.
“You’re gonna be the boss here, aren’t you?”“Count on it, babe.”
It’s been a little over a month since he called, and they’ve been seeing each other a lot, enough for her to have learned a considerable amount more about Marcus Pike. First and foremost, he’s a romantic, almost painfully so, flowers and good morning texts, dates to the arthouse theater to see classic movies about love triumphant, followed by meals at restaurants that could wipe her rent money for the month with one main course. That’s the second thing she’s learned about him, he likes to take care of her. It had started innocently enough, after the first time he took her to one of those aforementioned swanky restaurants and she expressed concern that she had stuck out like a sore thumb in the upscale space, it feeling impossible for her to dress nice enough to fit in. He had her in the BMW and on the way to a trail of boutiques before she could even protest, and she ended that day with an overwhelming number of shopping bags, tufts of tissue paper stamped with the names of brands she had never dreamed of buying for herself. And it had only escalated from there, from meals out to fresh sets of paint and easels to jewelry dripping in silver and gold, infamous powder blue boxes with satin white bows that always reveal something fit to make her head spin it’s so dazzling. And today is no different, a gift waiting for her on the plush leather of the passenger seat, Marcus glancing at her as he weaves through DC traffic, trying to catch her reaction when she opens it.
“Oh my god, Marcus. It’s– it’s so lovely. It must have cost a fortune, though. I couldn’t possibly–” He cuts her off with a light squeeze to her thigh where his palm is curled, lips crooking in a grin though he keeps his eyes on the road.
“Don’t worry about that. Just wanted to get you something nice. And I was thinking you could wear it tonight to dinner, if you like it?” How this man manages to thread confidence with his shyness is still beyond her, an endearing combination that only makes her want to figure him out more. She leans over the console, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before settling back down in her seat.
“I love it and I’d love to wear it tonight. Thank you.” She holds the bracelet up, letting it catch the fading afternoon light, a perfect string of diamonds glinting and glaring in the sun. It’s the same dance every time, she says she couldn’t possibly, and he tells her she absolutely can, and then she ends up with something shiny and expensive around her wrist, her neck, dangling from her earlobes, or flickering on her fingers. All she can figure is that whatever higher-up government type he is, he must be really really high up to be throwing money around like this.
“I’ll be back down in a minute, just need to grab my bag and then I’m all yours.” It’s Memorial Day weekend, three whole days off for the both of them, and Marcus has asked her to spend it all with him, something she was more than happy to agree to.
She pauses for a moment in her bathroom, swiping quick knuckles under her eyes, her week of exams showing in the dark circles resting there, and the late nights at the club certainly aren’t helping either. It’s a touchy subject for them, for him, and she knows it. She tries to reassure him that it’s just business, good money, but it hadn’t been just business with him, and she understands why he always gets a bit stiff when she mentions that she has a shift.
“All set?” She hums an mmhmm, Marcus taking her bag from her to tuck into the trunk before they get on their way to his place.
Logan Circle, one of the trendiest neighborhoods in DC, beautiful brownstones framed by sleepy-looking trees and winding parks. It had caught her off guard the first time he brought her over to his place, leading her by the hand up the steps of one of those brownstones, all twining ivy and high-arched windows, all his. He had offered her a sheepish grin and a shrug when she had quirked her eyebrows at him, explaining it away as one of the perks from the Bureau.
She still feels a bit out of place amongst the sleek, dark wood, though he’s quick to distract her from it with a warm palm on her back and an easy smile.
“Reservation’s at seven so we have a little time to rest up if that sounds good to you?” His hands thread together around her waist, pulling her close enough to lay a kiss to her forehead.
“Is this your very nice way of telling me I look tired?” That’s another thing she’s learned about him, just how easy it is to throw him off, make him blush, a nervous laugh bubbling up in his chest.
“No, I just know how hard you’ve been working lately to get your school year wrapped up and– and at the club–” She gives him a look that he knows means don’t start. He had brought it up last week over the phone, when she couldn’t say yes to dinner plans because of a shift at Pandora’s.
“Well what if– what if you didn’t have to work anymore?”
“That’d be amazing, and while we’re at it, I’d also like a unicorn. It’s just not a possibility for me right now, Marc, I’m sorry.”
“But what if it was a possibility? I mean, what if I–”
“No.”
“You don’t even know what I was going to say.”
“I have a pretty good idea actually. And my answer is no. Thank you, Marcus, really, but I’m not letting you spend any more money on me than you already are. I’m a big girl, baby, I can handle myself.”
He had let out a huff at that, but had begrudgingly let it go, though he has been dropping hints all week about his discontent with how much she’s still working, subtle, but prickly. But he holds his tongue now, smile simpering beneath his scruff as she slips her palms from his chest up to twine behind his neck.
“What I really want right now is a long shower. I feel like I’m covered in goo from the kids I was working with today.” His smile broadens at that, one of his hands slipping up to ghost along her collarbone
“I wasn’t going to say anything, but–” He gently scrapes his thumbnail along the top of her sternum, bringing away flecks of dried paint that she groans at.
“Oh my god, how did I miss that? I swear, these practicum hours make me rethink my career choice every time.” It’s an easy moment, a sigh and a smile shared that’s abruptly interrupted by his phone ringing, shoulders slumping as he reaches into his suit pocket to pull out his thrumming Blackberry, offering her a sheepish smile when he checks the caller ID before answering it.
“This is Agent Pike.” She presses a kiss to the corner of his jaw before slipping out of his hold as he starts talking quietly to whoever it is on the other end of the phone, showing herself upstairs with her bag in hand. She knows her way around by now, padding into his bedroom, only a little surprised by the garment bag laid out on his bed, shoebox resting on the ground next to it.
Just a peek, she unzips the garment bag, letting her hand run over the fabric inside, and quickly realizes that wherever they’re going to dinner tonight must be fancy, black silk slipping underneath her palm. She’ll have to scold him for it later, but for now, she’s too focused on washing off whatever little kid shmutz she managed to pick up during the day, making a beeline for his bathroom to get the water warmed up.
She groans when she steps under the warm water, sore muscles unraveling with the heat. There had been a few clients this week who had been particularly physical, and she’s certainly feeling it now. It’s rare for her to have to end a session early, most clients respectful and happy to follow the club’s rules, but one man in particular had obviously not been interested in being compliant, so much so that she had to call her boss in to escort him off the premises. She hadn’t been too phased by it though, just pissed more than anything else. But she’s been doing this for long enough to not let these things affect her, letting the majority of her good, easy to work with clients drown out the rare rotten one. And it isn’t like she’s going to be doing this for much longer either. One more year of school and she’ll be able to trade in her time at the club for a teaching license and a much different life.
“Did that happen at work?” She all but jumps out of her skin, Marcus’ voice startling her out of her thoughts as she turns to find him slipping into the shower with her, his bareness still sending her mind into a sweet haze. But she’s quick to snap out of it when his hand brushes over the bruise blooming on her thigh, his brow furrowing even more when she winces at the sensation.
“Oh, that? Um, yeah, but it’s no big deal, someone just got a little too worked up, that’s all.” He doesn’t like that one bit, his jaw shifting in a grind as he looks at her.
“Is it– are you ok?” She offers him a smile, tugging him closer so she can slip her palms over his chest, his hands settling on the curve of her waist.
“I’m fine, Marc, I promise. No harm, no foul.”
“Looks like harm to me.” He says it absentmindedly, his eyes still trained on the bruise, words a low murmur, his nostrils flaring as he takes a sharp inhale.
“Hey, I said I’m fine, alright? Let’s get cleaned up, babe, don’t worry about it.” She knows it’s a bit of a move, leaning in for a kiss that she easily deepens, trying to steer his mind away from worry and succeeding when she coaxes a little groan out of him with the way she tugs at his hair. But he’s not interested in pulling away too soon, licking hotly into her mouth, swallowing the gasp she lets out when her back meets the cold tile of the shower, a heady contrast to the way his body presses against her, slick and warm in the rising steam. He’s certainly gotten more confident with her, and while she likes this side of him, wandering hands and hard kisses, it’s the shyness that still peeks through that makes her heart flip in her chest.
“Wanna taste you. Can I, please?” She slicks his wet mop of hair back out of his face, a smile crooking across her lips as she nods.
“Mmhmm, I’m all yours. Want you to make me feel good.” She hadn’t been expecting him to drop down to his knees right then and there, a disbelieving laugh bubbling up in her chest when he does, his hands holding her firm and steady by her hips as he lays open-mouthed kisses across her stomach. But that laugh fizzles out when he dips his head lower, letting his mouth drag over the bruise on her thigh, making her cry out when he presses a hard kiss to it, like he’s trying to stamp it out with his lips. He doesn’t linger there long, laying a much sweeter kiss over the mottled skin before letting his mouth slide up to where she really wants him.
…
“Can you do me up?” She watches him in the mirror as he steps behind her, a low hum in his throat as he slips the zipper of her dress up. It’s perfect, classy, a smooth, simple slip that rests just at her shins and practically drips off the curves of her body it fits so well. He always gets it right, and she’s always surprised that he does.
“You look beautiful. And I have one thing to add.” She catches the glint of it in the mirror, his hands arcing over her head to bring the delicate necklace to rest against her clavicle. A string of diamonds that matches her bracelet. Before she can say anything, he presses a kiss to the side of her neck, his hands dropping down to smooth over her hips.
“Look like a million bucks, baby.”
“I better not be wearing a million bucks right now.” She says it jokingly, but when he doesn’t respond, only quirking an eyebrow at her, she turns in his hold with a scoff.
“Marcus, I swear to god, if you–”
“I’m kidding. Don’t worry about the cost, huh? Just think of it as a little– end of the school year gift, that’s all.” All she can do is let out a sigh, getting to work on his loose tie as he looks down through his lashes at her. He looks like a million bucks too, sleek, black suit over a crisp button-up, the scent of his cologne wrapping her up as she shimmies his tie into place.
“Well, thank you for the gifts. If your goal is to spoil me completely rotten, I’d say you’re succeeding.” His smile turns into a grin at that, stealing a quick kiss as she smooths down the collar of his shirt.
“That’s what I like to hear. Now c’mon, knowing you, you probably worked right through lunch and are starving right now. Let’s get some dinner in you.”
…
“Please follow me this way, Mr. and Mrs. Pike, your table is ready for you.” She nearly chokes at what the waiter calls them, though Marcus takes it in stride, offering her a smile and shrug as he guides her further into the restaurant with a palm on her low back.
She was right, it’s fancy as hell, all dim lights and rich, wood tables, men in suits and their wives decked out in their finest. And it only dawns on her that they fit right in once they’re actually seated at their own table, her eyes glancing around at this strange game of adult dress-up.
“We’ll do a bottle of your Riesling and one of your Shiraz as well, thank you.” White for her, red for him, he doesn’t even have to look at the menu to put in the order, and she can’t figure out just why that’s so hot.
“Did you hear about that new installment coming downtown? They’re calling it a revival of abstract expressionism meets modern minimalism. Apparently it’s hot.” She grins at the dramatic wag of his eyebrows as he speaks, leaning in closer to respond.
“I hadn’t heard about that, no. Sounds like whoever it is, they’re trying to do it all. We’ll have to go check it out, huh?” An outsider looking in on their relationship would be hard pressed to figure out just why they mesh well together, a decade apart and coming from two completely different worlds. But they come together well in peculiar ways, art being one of them. Marcus could talk for hours about the history, styles and forms rising and falling with time, and she can too, while also applying it all in her own work as a painter, something that he loves to hear her talk about, her process and projects. She’s still not sure why he’s so well-versed in it all, with such a keen eye, especially given her very vague understanding of his work as some sort of big wig FBI boss, but she loves that they can talk like this about something that bores most of her friends. They’ve gone out gallery hopping a few times together and, grand gestures and fancy dinners aside, it’s probably her favorite thing to do with him, wandering around downtown and seeing whatever art they can find.
Dinner starts to pass languidly by as they slip into conversation about the new gallery opening, unfurling into her own projects that she’s hoping to submit for showings once they’re finished. But as dessert is laid before them and her attention is drawn away from Marcus for a moment, her eyes land on someone across the restaurant, and her stomach sinks. While Marcus thanks the waiter, she can’t take her eyes off the man across the room, sitting with his wife, wearing the same suit he had on when he came into the club earlier that week, the same suit he left in when her boss kicked him out for not following the rules. And in a sickening twist, his eyes meet hers, an all too clear flash of recognition behind the smug grin that spreads across his face.
“Are you ok?” Marcus’ voice snaps her attention back to him and she tries to coax a smile onto her face, though she can’t help the way her eyes jerk over his shoulder and back to the man who’s still staring her down. And when she gives him no answer, Marcus finally cranes his neck around to see just what it is she keeps looking at.
“Do you– do you know him?” He looks back over his shoulder at the man who has finally stopped staring now that it’s caught Marcus’ attention. But before she can make some sort of excuse up, Marcus’ face falls in clear realization.
“Oh, I see. He’s one of your clients, isn’t he?”
“Fortunately, not anymore, he’s not.” It comes out before she can even think to stop herself, something dark flashing across Marcus’ face at her words.
“Are you telling me he’s the one who did that to you?” She doesn’t need an explanation to know what he means when he says that, her hand subconsciously going to rest over her thigh where the bruise lies beneath her dress. She feels frozen in place, her mind going blank as Marcus stares at her, his jaw hard-set and his eyes swimming. And when she gives him no response, he scoffs, turning in his seat, clearly ready to get up and march across the restaurant to where the man and his wife are just getting up to leave.
“Marc, don’t. Just– for me, please, don’t.” She wills him to stay in his seat with her hand placed over his on the table, letting out a sigh when he ultimately turns back around with a huff.
Total silence and downturned eyes, he’s quick to get the check and get them on their way back to his house. A cold prickle runs up her spine as they drive when his hand that normally rests easy and warm on her thigh remains on the wheel, not even a glance her way, his jaw ticking with what she can only assume is anger. And when they do get back to his place, and the silence continues, Marcus going into the kitchen to fix himself a drink without so much as looking at her, she assumes that it’s finally become too much for him, that she had been stupid to think this could work. She quickly and quietly slips into his bedroom, first placing her shoes back in the wrapping-paper-lined box before unfastening her bracelet and necklace and laying them on his dresser, though she figures they were never really hers to begin with. Her bag next, tucking back inside the things she had already unpacked before getting to work on the zipper of her dress.
“What are you doing?” She turns to find him standing in the doorway, lips parted and brow furrowed, and suddenly a thick heat creeps up her throat, stealing any strength from her voice.
“I thought I should probably go.” His face scrunches up at that and he steps further into the room, closing the distance between them, though he hesitates to reach for her, his hands flexing by his sides.
“What do you– what do you mean go? Where are you going?”
“Home, Marcus, I’m going home. I understand if this is too much–”
“That’s not– it’s not too much. I just– I hate it, ok? I really fucking hate it.” His tone is sharp, clipped, an edge of frustration that she hasn’t heard from him before and it makes her pause before asking him the only thing she can think of.
“My work? That’s what you mean? You hate my work?” He drags a hand through his hair, letting out a hard exhale as he shakes his head.
“I mean– yes. I hate that you have to put up with shit like that, with men like that. I hate that I lie in bed at night wondering what you’re doing and what person you’re doing it with, or to– fuck, I hate all of it. But I think what I hate the most is that you feel like you have to do it. And you’re too proud to let me get you out of it, something that I would be beyond elated to do, by the way.” Finished with his rant, he lets out a bitter laugh, the sound only fueling the anger she feels rising like bile in her throat.
“Oh, so what? Your solution is for you to just swoop in and– and play the fucking hero? Are you gonna put me on retainer, Marcus? Is that your plan? Just throw money at me so I’ll fucking stick around?” It’s awful, poison on her tongue that she doesn’t even mean, not really, and when he looks at her, face stricken and eyes glistening, any fire fizzles out into a sad whimper in her throat.
“Is that really what you think of me? That I’m just, what? Trying to buy you?” She keeps her mouth pressed in a thin line, afraid of what might come spilling out if she doesn’t, watching him slump down on the edge of the bed with a tired laugh.
“I just want to take care of you, that’s it. And I have the means to do it and fuck, I’m sorry if that comes across as me throwing money at you. But this is what I know how to do. I can take care of you, and I want to, and I wish that you’d let me.” Silence settles between them, thick and formless. Looking at him, his face tilted down to his hands in his lap, the curve of his frown, she feels herself being tugged toward something that, deep down, she knows is a terrible idea.
Barefoot, her half-unzipped dress hanging loosely on her shoulders, she pads over to him, standing between his legs, though he doesn’t look up until she coaxes him with her palm tucked along his jaw.
“I’m sorry, Marcus. That wasn’t fair, what I said. I just– I need you to try to understand this from my perspective. If I did– if I let you take care of me like that, I couldn’t help but feel trapped, and I’m sorry, I know that’s a terrible thing to say, but it has to be said. I’d feel like you’d have this– this thing hanging over my head and–” “I would never hold anything against you. That’s not how I work, and this isn’t some game to me. Fuck, I think you’re brilliant, alright? And I want you, so badly. I want you safe, and not having to worry about all this shit. I want you with me.”
“But what happens when you don’t want me anymore? What happens when I’ve quit my job and I’m dependent on you and one day you decide that you’re done with this, with me? What happens when the floor falls out from under me, Marc?”
“I’m not going to let that happen.” She can’t help the scoff she lets out, her hand falling away from his face as she takes a few steps back.
“That’s really easy to say right now, but one day this isn’t all going to be so new. What happens–” He cuts her off, standing up and taking her face in his hands, his eyes clear with a confidence that makes her shiver.
“If that time comes when either of us want to walk away, you have my word that I will make sure you land on your feet. I wouldn’t let you fall like that, I wouldn’t do that to you.” They’re nice words, words she wants to believe, though she can’t shake that feeling in her stomach like she’s about to go into complete free-fall.
“I’m asking you to trust me, that’s all.”
“That’s a lot, Marc.” His thumb is a soothing arc along her cheek, and she feels that same pull toward whatever this brink is that she’s about to tip over with him.
“I know, fuck, I know. But if you let me, I will give you everything, anything you want, anything you need. I just need you to trust me.” There’s nothing but certainty in his expression, and although there’s a part of her that wants to step away, to get out before she’s tangled up, she chooses not to listen to it, instead stepping over that edge and sending them both spiraling as she closes the space between them and presses her lips to his.
Where he deals in diamonds and dresses and dollars, care of a particular kind, she holds sway in sweat and skin and sensation, a delicate balance of power held in each other’s palms. Here, now, in the dim light of his bedroom, she holds dominion, no permission needed for the way her hands coax his tie undone, his jacket off, layer upon layer removed as she wills it. And when he finally stands before her in just his briefs, she guides his hands to the straps of her dress, letting him do the rest as the sleek fabric slips into a puddle around her feet. It never gets old, the way he looks at her, how his eyes darken, flickering heavy and hooded over her body, the way his throat bobs when his gaze finally finds hers.
“Could you– will you, um, will you wear those, for me?” He nods his head over to his dresser, to where she had laid out the jewelry he gave her, and she finds herself smiling at his timid request.
“Why don’t you put them back on me, baby?” He does, first clasping the bracelet around her wrist, laying a kiss to the jump of her pulse before delicately laying the necklace against her sternum, the cool bite of the chain causing her to shiver as he takes a step back to look at her, now dressed in nothing but a pair of panties and those glittering gifts.
“Lay down for me.” His eyes don’t leave her as he does, catching every move as she slips her panties down her legs before crawling up the bed to settle in his lap, her thighs framing his hips. It’s smooth and simple, a call and response in the way he tilts his chin up to meet her dipping down, open mouths willing and receiving of what the other is giving, a hot press of tongues and teeth. She grinds her hips down hard, letting the slick heat of her cunt drag over his boxers, his cock already straining against the fabric.
“Tell me what you want, baby, and it’s all yours.” She seals her words with a nip of her teeth over the hinge of his jaw, smiling against his skin when he lets out a long sigh as she continues to roll her hips with his.
“Just want you, fuck, wanna feel you, wanna be inside you, please.” Her smile goes cheshire bright at his breathless words, and she lets her hands slip down to drag along the waistband of his boxers.
“Always so polite for me, Marcus. Love that about you, gonna give you what you want.” A tap of her fingers to his hip is all he needs to shift so she can shrug his boxers down his legs, his cock resting flushed and heavy against his stomach as she settles herself back in a straddle over his hips, hovering just over where he really wants her. She can only tease him so much when she wants him just as bad as he wants her, so she wastes no time in bringing her palm to his throbbing length, dragging the tip of him through her dripping cunt before sinking down on him in one, languid, stretch. They both let out sighs that slip into moans as she stills with her hips seated against his, his fingers tensing and flexing into the curve of her ass where his hands are splayed. Still settling into the feel of him, a fullness that makes her head swim, she lays a smattering of kisses into his hair, coaxing his face up from where he had his forehead pressed against her sternum, his lips finding hers in a hot drag as she starts to move her hips.
It starts slow and sweet, finding an easy rhythm of riding him that has them both sighing at the slick drag. Marcus dips his head down, mouthing at the tops of her breasts, making her gasp when his teeth graze over the peak of one of her nipples, her back arching into his touch. But she snaps that sweetness into a snarl all at once, dragging her fingers back through his hair, tugging harshly to tilt his head back, a groan breaking in his chest as she starts to bounce on his dick.
“Want you to listen to me while I fuck you, baby, can you do that for me?” He nods his head as best he can with her fingers still tangled in his hair, holding his gaze steady on her.
“Yes, fuck– I can– can listen, just, please keep doing that.” She grinds her hips down on a particularly hard bounce, his eyes rolling back in his head as she continues to ride him.
“I’m gonna trust you. I’m choosing to trust you. But let me make a few things very clear to you.” She tries to keep her voice steady, stern, though it still comes out a bit breathless with the way she’s working herself on his throbbing cock, biting back a whimper as he grazes that just right spot inside her.
“I am not going to be your pet, do you understand me? That’s not what this is going to be. If you want a kept woman, find someone else.” He lets out a slurred chant of ok and I understand intermixed with a few choice curses, his blunt fingernails digging half-moons into her ass, hips canting up to meet hers with each bounce.
“I like you, a lot. And I want to be with you, fuck– and I’m grateful for what you’re giving me–” A broken moan keeps her from finishing her sentence, sensation starting to make her thoughts swim when he plants his feet into the mattress to start thrusting harder, their hips mashing together every time, pleasure settling heavy and tight in her spine.
“But I’m still going to work– not at Pandora’s– but a more, christ– normal job. Making my own money. I’m not going to be some– credit-card swiping– spoiled little– trophy girlfriend.” Each phrase is said with another pass of her hips, both of them letting out sharp gasps with each thrust, and she holds it together just long enough to get out what she wants to say, finally letting go of her grip in his hair, instead pressing her palms into his chest to get him to lay down fully as she seeks out that snapping point of pleasure. Marcus brings a hand around, his thumb finding her clit in a hot drag that sets a moan loose in her chest, her cunt spasming around his cock.
“I understand, I do, I swear. Please, baby, wanna feel you– want you to come so bad. Let me have it– let me have it all.” She unravels with his rasped-out pleas, back arching in a perfect curl of pleasure as his hands guide her in a close grind, following after her with a clipped groan of her name, the warmth of him making her shudder as she slumps down against his chest. They lay like that for a while, skin sticking slick, their heaving chests pressing against each other in a shared rhythm as he runs his palms up and down her spine. A silent understanding sealed in sweat and salt.
“So you’ll– you’re gonna stay?” She could laugh, it’s such a ridiculous question for him to ask after she just all but rode him to hell. But when she lifts her head to meet his gaze, seeing the very serious scrunch of his brows, that laugh dies in her throat with the realization that he’s genuinely asking, and genuinely worried about the answer. Ducking down, she first presses a kiss to his chest before leaning back up to slot her lips with his, simple and sweet.
“I’m not going anywhere, Marcus, I promise.”
…
“Are you gonna get that?” Marcus looks at her over the rim of his coffee mug, brow quirking at her question.
“Why don’t you go see who it was?” She snorts at that, watching his eyes flicker as he takes another swig of coffee.
“Uh, I’m not wearing pants. And also, I’m not the one who lives here.” He’s putting on a show, she knows it, humming as if in thought at her statement, the corners of his lips twitching in a stifled smile.
“It’s early, baby, no one’s gonna see. Just go take a look for me, huh?” He can no longer hold back his grin, going all crooked with whatever scheme he’s got cooked up for her.
“Alright, fine, I’ll play along. But you’re cheesy, you know that, right?”
“Don’t know what you’re talking about.” She huffs at him, finally getting up from the kitchen table to pad over to the front door. She figures it’s probably flowers, or maybe another garment bag for whatever he has planned for them today. Not wanting to give Marcus’ neighbors a show, she cracks the door just enough to peek her head out, her jaw dropping at what she sees.
“Oh my god.” Silver, glossy, and gleaming in the early morning light. A sleek silhouette, and that unmistakable hood ornament perched right over the front grille, the Mercedes Benz insignia shining proudly. And on the roof of the car sits the biggest, gaudiest red bow she’s ever seen.
“What do you think?” She turns around to find Marcus standing behind her, a set of car keys dangling from one of his fingers, grinning from ear to ear.
“I think you’re lucky you’re cute. Seriously, Marcus, this is– this is–” He cuts her off with a smacking kiss, pressing the car keys into her hand as he does.
“This is me taking care of you. No more metrorail, no more bus. You’re gonna be a woman who drives from now on.”
“I– you– you’re not gonna take no for an answer, are you?” He tilts his head at her, eyes crinkling up as he slips his arm around her waist, pulling her away from the door and into his chest.
“On this? No, no I’m not.” It’s just a touch of arrogance, in the slant of his smile, the way he hums a laugh when she shakes her head at him, giving a half-hearted smack to his chest.
“Hmm, well aren’t you something else.”
“Oh baby, I’m just getting started.”
#marcus pike#marcus pike smut#marcus pike fanfiction#marcus pike fluff#marcus pike fic#marcus pike angst#marcus pike imagine#marcus pike au#whatta man
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I am not trying to control what you put on your blog, and in fact overall I enjoy your content! But if I see that cunty butler from the animated Barbie movie one more time I’m gonna lose my mind
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NEW BABYGIRL ALERT! (it's the wolverine! Logan!)
okay so I watched the x-men movies cuz of a cunty edit of Logan on tiktok and he looked so babygirl and silly so I was like; "Yeah, I think I'm gonna watch ALL of them cuz I've got to know more abt who this beautiful creature is."
I mean, I already knew who the wolverine was, but I didn't know shit abt his personality. so it was such a pleasant surprise to find out he's literally just a fucking cat-boy.
HE HAS CLAWS
HE SNIFFS THE AIR AND HISSES WHEN HE'S FIGHTING.
When he does his hair in the morning, he gives himself little- little ears- 😭☝️
I AM SOBBING WHY IS HE SO CUTE
AND HE'S WEIRD AND FUNNY AND DUMB HELLO?!?!?!??
I AM SCREAMING.
Why didn't anybody tell me he's so fun and cute? I'm convinced he'd enjoy sexy girly songs, esp from the early 2000s. He's a bad bitch, respectfully.
To me, he'd enjoy 'girly' things and would just casually mention whatever he likes and people would just stare at him, and he'd be like, "What? You don't?"
He literally could wear anything and no one could tell him shit cuz he's gonna rip their throat out 💞
My evidence is him wearing a tight tank top and jeans with a leather jacket like, 24/7??? And he just casually shows off his tiny weeny little slutty waist and strong thighs???? who the fuck does he think he is??
A bad bitch, your honour ☝️
He's very much y2k, girly pop, cunty and bold, feral and fucking beautiful.
HE WOULD WEAR CROPPED T-SHIRTS WITH JEANS I JUST KNOW IT, THE MOVIE MAKERS HAVE FAILED ME. I'M SO MAD.
I know he's literally a masculinity symbol for many men and boys. especially his physique, and they want to look like him. but I know the truth! I have been graced with a vision, and Logan is one of the girls, he's invited to the sleep over and to brunch <3
He loves women and loves what women love and I love him as well.
#yeah I'm obsessed with him now#he's so fun i love him#idc what anyone says#its MY headcanons#this is my house#my house my rules#wolverine#x men movies#x men#x men wolverine#marvel#mcu#headcanons#wolverine headcanons#x men memes#x men headcanons#logan wolverine#wolverine fanfiction#wolverine x reader#wolverine x you
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The Last Ronin 2: Re-Evolution Issue #1 LIVEBLOG
SPOILERS ABOUND. I'M NOT GOING TO BE NORMAL ABOUT THIS IT'LL PROBABLY GET SUPER LONG
Okay so Casey Marie's muscles are something I'm never going to get over. SHE LOOKS GOOD!!!!! Her getup is feeling a little too reminiscent of a cape-wielding superhero for my tastes to be honest - I really loved the more practical outfits she wore in TLR Lost Years, especially in issue 4 when she was running the training mission for the kids. But ah well, I'm sure this will grow on me. It may not be practical (edna's law of no capes is coming to mind, also PLEASE TIE YOUR HAIR UP WHEN YOU'RE FIGHTING GIRL!!!) but it's very cunty anyway which I appreciate
Straight up thought she killed this guy - what was that sound effect if he's still able to walk??? I fr thought she snapped his neck
IDK if we needed a whole 8 pages of punching and kicking to exposition dump what we kinda already knew from what's been shown in the lost years (esp the lost day special) but IT'S FINE IG... NOW ONTO THE BABIES
SORRY, SORRY. TEENAGERS NOW.
GIGGLING KICKING MY FEET. We're ALREADY getting the leo-v-raph adjacent dynamic with these two and I'm living for it. if one of them drops a stone cold 'fearless leader' jab i will lose my shit
HI? HELLO, EXCUSE ME, MIND-TALKING? PICTURES IN HEAD? ARE WE A FAMILY THAT LUCID DREAMS OR SOMETHING?!?? I DON'T REMEMBER THIS BEING SOMETHING THEY COULD DO?? every new speech bubble here is like a punch to the gut, wdym telepathy wdym secret lair wdym honouring everything master splinter taught you???? (although i'm proud that when this panel dropped on news sites i was immediately like THAT ISN'T THE KITCHEN FROM LOST YEARS. turns out it was a Secret Lair TM)
Teenage Mutant Ninja Seance -- TURTLES COUNT IT OFF!!
not gonna screenshot the whole backstory but they're basically doing a telepathic puppet show explaining the backstory and it's pretty much the mirage origins with a bit of extra tlr flair. as always it HURTS ME seeing the turtles dying so thanks for that tlr2 :'')) icb these kids watch a mind movie of their uncles dying every fucking night. yall are messy
SOBBING AND CRYING,, I WISH YOU'D ALL HAD THE CHANCE TO KNOW HIM TOO!!!!!! I WISH YOU'D GOTTEN TO KNOW ALL OF THEM!!!!! (tlr splinter doesnt count tho because hes a dick)
there was a cool sequence of them rooftop hopping n stuff but i wont cover it bc we already saw it in a bunch of news articles weeks ago
i just did the SHARPEST INHALE. casey marie you and your beautiful muscular arms have aged like the finest wine
YI NO!!!!!
lmaooo moja is JUDGING your taste in women u two
lots of text... blah blah blah jobs, crimerates, blah blah... jiro in pig uniform jumpscare.. casey marie i thought u were going to fix him :(((
YESSSSS KIDS ARE GOING ON A MISSION WITH THEIR MOM, LETS FUCKING GOOOOO
MY BABIES ARE KICKING ASS!!!!!
....,.HUH
WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO MY BABY BOY ODIE!!!!!!!!!!! WHO DID THIS TO HIM!!!!!!???? WHAT??!???? HUH/1?!!? EXCUSE ME????
I'M . LIKE WHAT DO I EVEN SAY TO THIS. IT CAME OUT OF NOWHERE??? WHAT IS GOING ON!!!
FINAL THOUGHTS:
dude that first issue was wordy but the kids were ON POINT. they were so fun!! their dialogue is fun and they kick ass.
i loved yi announcing the punishment for casey while the others were like NOO SHE DIDNT MEAN THAT DONT LISTEN TO HER. we're getting more of their personalities and it's great!! it was a nice throwback to issue 2 of lost years when they were cleaning - yi refused to help because of how strictly she was following instructions. im picking up that she might be neurodivergent but i did get that from the lost years too - only doing things within strict instructions, getting frustrated at teaching odyn chess, not because of him playing horseys with the knights but that it was Against The Rules Of Chess - and now not picking up on some social cues. It's nice to see!! I love her very much, but it feels like besides rehashing the origin story she took a bit of a backseat to the other three.
i want to know more about why uno said being a rebel was moja's 'thing', since she didn't seem to be any more rebellious than the other three in this issue. we didn't get any unique interactions between her and casey marie which is what i felt was lacking from lost years but i wonder if this is hinting towards a more turbulent mother-daughter dynamic with them... I REALLY HOPE SO!! her and uno butting heads in a leo-raph way is very fun - i don't mind one or two prior group dynamics leaking into the new turtle siblings because they're all so different from the original 4.
uno seems to be taking on slightly more of a leader role than moja so i think he won the title of fearless leader. which is fine, i think it'll be fun to see and he's definitely less of an asshole now than when he was growing up in lost years. still picking on odyn a bit but seems to snipe at moja just as much. even when he was commenting on yi's storytelling he didn't make fun of her, though - i think she may have inherited the 2k3 don ability of being Completely Unbullyable.
i was really pleased that odyn felt more involved!! i feel like he took the backseat a few times in lost years - it was fun seeing more of his personality shine through! he and yi seem to get on the best, and i giggled at them rolling their eyes at moja and uno's raph-leo schtick. i didn't expect him to TURN TO FUCKING STONE THOUGH, so i'm nervous about that. WHAT DOES IT MEAN? WHO DID THIS TO MY BOY? IS HE GOING TO TURN BACK NEXT CHAPTER OR IS HE OUT OF COMMISSION UNTIL THE END OF THE RUN??? (if it's the latter i'll be a bit annoyed - don't take odyn away from the equation please!!)
I do wonder if by introducing casually that they can PSYCHICALLY CONNECT, the turtles will use that as a technique to reach odyn's mind to make sure he's still in there and piece together what's happened to him. i mean, their casual telepathy has gotta be some sort of chekhov's gun right?
and shit.... april was so fucking mad casey took the babies out so she's going to EXPLODE when she finds out what happened to her baby boy, her beloved favourite, her baby odyn :''(( im giggling rubbing my hands together waiting for the fallout but also if she cries i might cry too. speaking of april, she seems to be working on a new project and i saw nano particles mentioned - are we going to have a roninverse version of nano in this run???? I NEED MY ROBOT SON
as always, casey marie... u have aged like fine wine. u are stunning. disappointed that ur still believing that jiro can do good as a cop when their entire police force and government is corrupt as fuck. just feels very naive of her. i'm excited to see her break down at the concept of losing odyn - in fact i need everyone to mourn this beautiful kid. they tell us so much that shes a super clingy helicopter mom and i am picking up on the strict part, but it would be nice to see more of her just... hugging her kids. holding them. i get why she didnt in this issue but id love more mama casey squishing their cheeks and kissing their foreheads.
i have zero fucking clue what's going on with odyn. im wondering if it's somehow related to nano, or to whatever project April is working on - she says it's to do with clearing the tunnels, but I''m not convinced. who knows, there might be some ulterior motive happening.
Anyway, that's the end of my liveblog!! thanks for reading all the way to the end... go read it wherever you read ur comics!!!
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Giving a bombastic side eye to Aardman's website every time they tell updates about the upcoming Chicken Run: Eggstraction mobile game
Because on one hand I'm excited because YAY MORE CHICKEN RUN CONTENT, esp since they had Nick Park as a consultant and mentioned that the game is gonna expand on the Chicken Run universe's world. And its gonna be inspired by the good old PS1 Chicken Run game!!
But at the same time it's apparently set directly after the events of Chicken Run 2. And as yall may already know, I reaaally disliked how they wrote Mrs Tweedy in the sequel (I LOVE HER cuntiness and how she is so prideful about her wealth LOL slay queen. but they really flanderized and simplified her character compared to the original movie, and turned her super onedimensional. Plus they clearly had never even opened the Chicken Pies For The Soul sidebook, which tells her backstory and expands on her broken psyche)
So I'm gonna assume they're gonna keep going with Sequel Melisha, and I'm rubbing my temples like GHHHHHHFJDJDJ
I do hope Mrs Tweedy will appear in the game, but I feel like in the worst case scenario it's gonna be lowpoly cgi Sequel Melisha spewing cheesy villain one liners like "well well what do we have here" or some shit LOL
I will of course check the game out when it arrives!! Especially since it seems like it's gonna have some sort of character customization, and I'm like HELL YEAH ive always wanted to be a chicken war criminal
#Chicken run#I hope Dr Fry will be there too. You CANT just design a banger character like that and then do nothing with him LOL#I can imagine him as a N Brio esque sideboss#But i have a nagging feeling theyre gonna go with 'Melisha divorces him for Reginald' since the game assets have Sir Eat A Lot trucks#Whatever the rancid capitalist gang will still be a thing in my stuff. If Fry wont appear imma hc he is in the lab chilling the whole time#While hell appears outside and Melisha and Reggie are being pummeled by chickens LMFAO#Also i hope we get to interact with Fowler#Actually yknow what. Just make the game into a Chicken Run dating sim. Trust me Aardman youll make millions
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Hello there, I’m in genuine need of more fandom / online friends so like, if you also want more friends, here’s some info about me and maybe we can be friends? <3
My names Jay, I’ve recently picked it for myself (and then realised I could have possibly had an even cooler name Bo which is the shortened of my middle name and now im cursing myself for not realising it sooner and questioning weather or not to do a switch cause idk if Bo or Jay suits me better?!!). I’m 20 and FtM, and I go by he/they pronouns primarily but I also don’t mind if you use any others :)
I’m also Australian so yeah idk if that’s a selling point or not
Oh and I’m labelled as queer, I guess, but dude sexuality is confusing. I’ve recently been going down the aromantic / asexual spiral of questioning but I’m so unsure of everything I really suck at telling the difference between platonic and romantic feelings. I’m also somewhere in the sapphic spectrum I believe. So if you can relate to this mindfuck in any way that would also be rad.
I write fan fic for the Marauders Fandom (sirius is my everything and I’m also a tall sirius truther) and also Stranger Things but primarily Steddie for that tbh.
I’m also in the Good Omens fandom, as well as a few others more casually and don’t write fic for them :) recently I’ve been starting to watch JJK cause my best friend is really into it
My favorite two movies of all time are Rocky Horror Picture Show and Cars. That probably tells you a lot about me to be honest so do with that as you will :)
My favorite musicians are David Bowie at No. 1 (my lord and saviour), Maya Hawke, Hozier, Radiohead (im not a red flag I promise), Conan (I’m seeing him on fri wtf), ooo and I’ll add SOAD cause I’m really into them this month. But it’s ever changing really and there are too many to choose from, I’d say they’re my most listened to though :) I am chronically listening.
Uh I’m gonna spitball some more facts about me this is kinda hard:
I’m the eldest of 4 kids 💀 one of them is 5 years younger than me 💀💀 the other two are 6 years younger 💀💀💀 (I love them sm the annoying shitstarters)
I love to draw and make art but I suck at anatomy and colour theory it makes me want to rip my hair out (and I wanna be a fan artist so bad)
I’m attempting to learn bass but I also cannot commit to learning the bass (I blame my sibling for keeping it in their wardrobe so I forgoet it exists)
I am 90% sure I’m neurodivergent I just cannot really afford to get that diagnosis rn ya know?!
I did ballet & dance most of my life 🤯🤯 (now I’m a bartender and my old ballet teacher is a regular at the sailing club I work and now I look queer and cunty as hell and every time she sees me she just stares in disbelief and fake smiles it’s hilarious)
I still sleep with my childhood teddy :( I love her she is my one thing I would save in a fire. Her name is charlotte and she’s probably 3 years overdue for a bath but I love her
I’m fucking weird about stars - the shape not the astrology - like I love them. I see them and I get very excited and I draw them everywhere (you can probably tell off all my master lists, they all have stars drawn on the title strips 😭) I just really love them they’re so cute. I almost named myself Star actually
I’m a sagittarius. I don’t know what that means but I know it means a lot of things to people so hopefully it’s good things!
My favorite colour is green but more so earthy and cool greens. I love a good scrumptious yummy green, something mossy something sagey. I have a green wall in my room and it’s very nice to look at.
I lived abroad for a little bit as a teen in Vietnam which was amazing and I’m planning to move somewhere abroad again next year hopefully (seriously get me the hell out of SA)
My biggest dream / goal / career choice for most of my life was to be an actor but now I’m just kinda existing with no real drive or purpose in life. But I might pick acting back up now I’m becoming more comfy with myself and my gender :) my dream role is to play Frank from Rocky.
Uuuuuh that’s all I can think of :)
So yes, I hope I have appealed to your interests in one way or another. And if you’d maybe like to be friends please don’t hesitate to send me a message!
Maybe tell me a cool fact about yourself?
Or if you’re too shy to message first you could just add a random comment here or say something in the tags? I’ll message you! <3
Also if you have anymore questions I am trying to be a bit more of an open book, I love when people dive in with the nitty gritty so if you have strange questions I’ll probably be very excited to answer them lmao
Anyway, I hope you have a lovely day random people in my phone I hope to befriend <333
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Movie Rec Ask Game
9, 12, 29
9. A movie somewhere I want to visit. Does it count if the movie made me want to go? Idk but I'm going to count it so… In Bruges. (please everyone watch this movie. If you listen to me on any movie recommendation, let it be this one)
12. Horror/thriller - I literally can't pick one so, on the mainstream end, I cannot recommend Oculus enough. On the super scary, less ploty end, both the Grave Encounters and Hell House series are favorites. Stupid gorey fun? Saw, I know you think you know what those movies are like, but like my favorite arc is over who gets to be the new cunty serial killer. Vintage? Cat People is a classic, but I want to take this opportunity to point out that if you love House of a Thousand Corpses or later Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Spider Baby is the progenitor. (and also has my beautiful Carol Ohmart 💞) Both of my thriller recs are shows, but Cruel Summer and Yellowjackets. And on the more out there, definitely has to be your thing, kinda end, Revenge. It's literally the best played straight rape/revenge movie ever made. It so perfectly understands what I like about the subgenre. (there's even magical realism!!!)
(my beautiful queen from Saw, and because I couldn't help myself, here she is with my murder husband)
(they hate each other, it's great)
29. A movie to feel good/uplifted - Okay so I'm gonna sound like a freak but literally any of my favorite horror movies as a kid, Candyman, In the Mouth of Madness, Hellraiser, etc. Or (and I worry this is even weirder) The Truman Show and Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind always make me feel better. Truman is just so strong and brave, dealing with easily one of scariest situations possible… Idk it helps. Eternal Sunshine too, the whole message about like learning from the life you live. The reminder is good sometimes.
(tho I will say that if I just need to veg out happily, it's the mcu or fast and furious)
Send me a movie ask?
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ghoulette halloween costumes babey
sunshine is mater tenebrarum from argento's three mother's trilogy!! youngest and meanest member of the coven. let her be batshit crazy without tossing her in as an afterthought to the other short crazy ghoul. she's gonna have her curls out wearing a fun little nurse outfit and staring just a bit too hard at everybody. chefs kiss
cumulus!!!! mater lachrymarum. prettiest and the most powerful + the tears element of the title is just SO cumulus to me i can't explain it. furthering my aurora/cumulus pack princesses agenda. cumulus will find a little cat somewhere to carry around and pet while staring really hard at everyone. also her in a cunty black dress
cirrus will be dressed as mater suspiriorum. whether that means she's going as a fucked up grotesque almost-rotting centuries old woman or a dance student will be up to your interpretation! i can not shut up about this series and halloween finally gave me an excuse to yell about it. one of the oldest ghoulettes for one of the oldest witches
mist and lume are matching! let's see what they're dressed up as
mist will keep her hair curly and put on a cute little 80s-y getup. rennie from friday the 13th, i'll explain in lume's part but! girlfriends who stalk each other girlfriends who stalk each other girlfriends who stalk each other. ifrit helped do her hair :)
lume will have her usual dress and veil with a flannel and a hockey mask for laughs! this costume is self explanatory but i love the marine/forest stuff that happens in those movies. meant for these two ghoulettes
aurora will have the most adorable jester outfit ever, complete with a nose that honks when squeezed (tested by swiss and mountain) and a bloody knife. whether this is her dressing as michael myers or her wanting to scare papa is up for debate
eden and the other cellist ghoulettes are gonna be yellowjackets characters! i still haven't seen any discussion of said other cellist ghoulettes yet so. eden as the antler queen! wilderness-associated and a bit of cannibalism thrown in as a treat :) also gay girl cult imagery. perfect for the nameless ghoulettes
#the band ghost#nameless ghoulettes#nameless ghouls#dewdrop ghoul#swiss ghoul#rain ghoul#phantom ghoul#mountain ghoul#aether ghoul#cirrus ghoulette#aurora ghoulette#sunshine ghoulette#cumulus ghoulette#mist ghoulette#eden ghoulette#lume ghoulette#happy halloween!
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