#ugh i hope the author likes it bc like ?? what if i actually fucked up and stuff like omg

[yauchfilms]

so american ✢ max verstappen

pairing: max verstappen x singer!reader

warnings: none; just some silly shit, some swearing, google translate dutch, max's home race is belgium and not the netherlands for timeline related reasons

summary: y/n is teasing way too many things at once…..can the fans keep up? 

author's note: this is NOT an original concept i am aware of this. but this hasn’t left my brain in days. i’ve got a very specific vision so let me cook. i know i haven't posted on here in over a year but i've returned an f1 fan. enjoy!

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yourname: i think i'm in love with montreal. sorry i’ve been so off the grid but i am Loving Life so hard. so much inspo in my life rn. will talk soon i promise. love u all bunches 🫶🏼🌷

ynsbestfriend: hey queen you have done it again!

-> yourname: ugh i love you so bad

user1: UM BAE WHOS THAT IN THE LAST SLIDE?

-> yourname: beats me! 

-> user1: i do not trust you. 

lilymhe: hiiiii pretty girl

-> yourname: stop im blushinggggg

user2: i fear she’s in her lover girl era 

-> user3: girl help im so fucking scared right now what’s happening

user4: so does any of this have to do with your story from yesterday??????

*liked by yourname.*

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yourname: life's been a beach lately. clearly i've been loathing my time in spain ://///

user5: IS THAT MAX

-> user6: no bc it HAS to be

heidiberger_: Loved spending the week with you! 🤍

-> yourname: same!!!!!! let's do it again sometime 🥰

-> user6: NOT DANNY RIC'S GF COMMENTING?????? AND LILY MUNI HE ON HER LAST POST???????

user6: no bc even if her and max were dating and she's been traveling with him why have we not seen her in the paddock

-> user7: to throw us off our rhythm????

-> user8: what if they debut at his home race in spa ijbol

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yourname: hahaha felt like dropping 2 things at once on u guys LOLLLLLLLL. thank u to redbullracing, spagrandprix, and the city of spa for letting me and my friends crash the race the other week to film the “so american” music video, and to maxie for winning in ur home country. it was so fucking special to be there supporting u. i love u baby!

ps. another thank u to max for thinking i'm the funniest person in the world and making fun of my americanness for as long as i've known him (which is quite a while).

enjoy this tune guys. it's urs forever and i hope u love it as much as i love the person it's about 🫶🏼 🇧🇪 🇳🇱 TU DU DU DU!!!!!

user9: OH NMY GOD I FUCKING KNEW I SAW U IN THE GARAGE

ynsbestfriend: thanks for letting me third wheel mommy

-> yourname: no one else i'd rather drag along!!!

danielricciardo: Welcome to the family! Song's a banger although I can't believe it's actually about Max of all people 🤢 GROSS!!

-> yourname: jealousy is a disease danny.

user10: i actually cannot fathom this this is so me core

alexandramalsaintmleux: I am so glad to know you! Your happiness is everything 🩷

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maxverstappen1: Spent a week away in New England with my talented, gorgeous girl. Loved getting away and experiencing America through her eyes! Consider me an honorary American now! Also, stream “So American” wherever you choose. It's about me 😉 

yourname: does this mean i can stop hiding in the garage now???

landonorris: Happy for you mate! Love the song as well yourname 🤍

-> yourname: awe thank u lando 🥺 i got more to show u when i see u next!!!!!!

redbullracing: ❤️💙

user11: MAX IS IN HIS LOVER BOY ERA

danielricciardo: How many more times can you say American?

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yourname: nothing like celebrating the best 2 weeks of my life than showing my boy around ye olde stomping grounds #soamerican

liamlawson30: This is so American of him

-> yourname: like he fits in so well!

lydianight: u'll have him in the american flag board shorts in no time

-> yourname: baby steps :///

user11: she really is in her lover girl era 🥺

clairo: did you take him to the chipotle that is also a historic landmark downtown??

-> yourname: dude of COURSE i did. he said it was "interesting"

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[t-thedigitaldiary]

Sincerely yours,

(part 1)

author’s note: heey,everyone.Basically this the first fiction i’ve ever written and I’m pretty new to this platform so I’m not entirely familiar with how to make my posts pretty but I truly hope you like it :).Also,for the hashtags,this work of fiction is not at all related to Ellie Williams (although the aesthetic is inspired by her in a.u fictions) nor the tlou world.I just really wanna be a part of the tlou fandom in here,since i will be posting related artworks later on and bc im new,i thought this was a nice way to start :).Last but not least,this piece is extremely personal to me and truly reflects my feelings.Anyways,hope you enjoy!

Warnings!: poor mental health condition (mention of depression multiple times & trauma,not in great detail though),violence (basically someone being hit with a water bottle lol)

Sunday afternoon. Ugh, you hated Sunday afternoons. Not because, like most people, you hated the upcoming Mondays, but because it was dull. Extremely dull, empty. You are not sure if the reason behind this emptiness is depression, but you have accepted it either way. Now that you think about it, you hated almost every afternoon. For the same exact reason. Even though you used to love the darkness of the night, something about the sun setting has now become extremely unsettling to you. ‘’Vitamin D my ass! ‘’, you thought. It wasn’t always like this, though. Something about the last six months has turned you into a living dead, a zombie if you may! No, actually, ‘’something’’ is a very unfair description of the cause. More like ‘’a very specific experience’’ has turned you. You had lost all your livelihood, all your appetite about almost everything and, suddenly, Sunday afternoons were not just dull, they were depressing. Just like every other afternoon of the week, just like every other time of the day. Every day. For the last six months. Wow. You thought about change a thousand times before. You prayed and you prayed that things were going to get better. You desperately asked the universe for a sign. A sign that you were going to survive this and live a happy life. No sign, no change ever came. Except for this peculiar Sunday afternoon. (Not so dull now, is it?)

You were laying on your back on top of your unmade bed. Blank white tee, black shorts, the same ones you’ve been wearing for over a week now (depression really gets the best of you, huh?). You were sitting with open legs and open arms. Your right, sock covered foot was bent and was softly brushing over your bare left knee. You had your hands thrown on top of your head. Someone that had just entered the room would’ve thought that this is the position of someone highly frustrated. Little would they know. In your mentally uncomfortable but physically soothing position you found yourself begging again. ‘’Please, universe, just one sign is all I’m asking for!” . You truly were desperate. You hated the life you were living, a life created in fucked up ways. All you needed was a sign. A sign of change, a sign that things were going to get better.

*knock knock*

The loud knocks on your bedroom door brought you back to Earth. What the fuck?! You were home alone for the entire weekend and you specifically remember locking the front door (you even double checked!!!). Now, you were not just surprised, you were also terrified. Whoever was knocking on your door definitely was not here for a good reason..

*knock knock knock*

You had no more time to think about it, you had to act. You went full-on survival mode. Even though you didn’t like the life you were living, you still wanted to live. You believed in that change. You collected every drop of bravery you had in you, grabbed your water bottle, the biggest object near and prepared for whatever it was behind that door. The knocks became louder and louder. You were sure now that within a bunch of seconds you were about to fight for your life. You shut your eyes close and took one last big breath. One last big breath befor-

The last loud noise heard was not from the knocking. It was the sound that your bottle and someone’s head made after they collided together. Oh, and the one of the body hitting the floor.

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[tojisbbygworl]

The Worst Mistake - Hobie Brown x Black! Reader pt. 3

Summary: He would have went to the moon and back if it meant she would forgive him. But all she wanted was for him to be there. So he went.

Tags: 3rd person, Bad break up/Good Make up, Hurt with looootsss of Comfort, Angst with a happy ending, Hobie and you need a HUG, Yearning, Established Relationship, Hobie and you are 21+, Hobie lives in Brooklyn, AU - No Powers, I forgot he was British

author's note: Okay I lied it’s actually not longer but anyway, here's the final part to the story. I really hoped you all enjoyed it! I only ask to read author's notes if it's important to the story, but I hope you guys take the time to read the ending note. You don't have to, but I would appreciate it.

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She still couldn’t believe what happened when she began walking home. She left his building in a rage which immediately subsided the moment she hit the street. Then came the tears.

The man she thought she would marry one day just dumped her. Where did it even go wrong? Was it bcs of how she acted? What just happened? She was so confused and heartbroken.

How could he do this to her? She loved him so much. She thought he loved her. No, he did love her. She knows he did. So…how?

Maybe she wasn’t as good of a girlfriend as she thought she was. No one is perfect, but she should have been better. It’s got to be because of the silent treatment she gave him that day. Now that she thinks about it, she was a bit mean. But, she was hurt. It’s hard to be anything but mad.

‘You know babe, you need to grow up a bit.’

Ugh. Why would he say that? Does he know how insecure she is about that? How much more mature and responsible she thinks he is? How she doubts whether she truly deserves him? She beats herself up over it everyday, good to know he thought the same of her.

He looked so sorry afterwards. He tried to apologize, he tried to hug her, or at least touch her arm. And he sounded even softer when he woke her up asking to get underneath her covers. But, she didn’t care. He didn’t care how it came out, why should she care how she reacts? That’s what she told herself. And now the love of her life is gone.

He thought he was trying to change her into something she’s not when he had every reason to want her to mature. They’ve been dating since they were teenagers and have known each other even longer. She could see his growth and he could see hers, he wanted her to do more. She understands that now. But fuck, she hated the way he told her.

It doesn’t matter now. He was gone. He didn’t want her anymore. She’s not the person he’s going to marry, right? She’s not the one.

But, something inside of her was telling her to try again. She should talk to him. It was the shrooms. It had to be. But, she fought the feeling, remembering how angry he looked and sounded after he kicked her out. ‘No. He doesn’t want to see me or talk to me.’

She ignored it all the way home, put on a smile as her father greeted her at the door, and then ignored it some more as she writhed around in her bed. She stared at the picture of the both of them on her screen. Was this a healthy reaction? To hold her phone to her face and weep about her love to the air? Who gives a fuck, she’s been destroyed.

At some point, she just couldn’t take the pain anymore. It had been only an hour and it felt like years. She asked him Are we really done?…he didn’t answer. It would be hard, but she had to try and go to sleep. Then tomorrow, she would head straight to his house.

She texted him one more time, put on a comfort show, and focused her attention on that. Don’t think about him. Don’t think about anything. Just…sleep.

~

Hobie was practically sprinting to her house.

She had sent the text a couple hours ago now and she wasn’t picking up the phone. He knew she fell asleep, and he hoped that her ringer was on and loud enough to wake her up.

She lived with her dad who had a house much like Miles’s. When he got there, he stood outside just calling her over and over again and watching her window. “Shit,” he cursed when she still didn’t pick up. He thought about knocking, but then he wondered if she came home crying and if she told her dad everything. His head would roll if that was the case.

After a few more minutes of debilitating, he musters up all the courage he can and knocks on the door. He braces himself upon it opening only to completely relax when he saw the smile on her dad’s face. “Ah, it’s metal head,” said the old man.

Hobie let out a sigh of relief. He used his nickname, which means he didn’t want to kill him. So she didn’t say anything when she got home? “H-Hey,” he stuttered.

Her dad acted like it was any other day that Hobie came over and stepped to the side to let him in. “How are you doing tonight?” He asks, walking back into his room.

“Oh,” Hobie answers, still in shock. “Pretty good. Need to talk to Y/N.”

“Well, I won’t keep you, you two have a good night.” With that, he walks down the hall. Hobie hears a door close.

He gulps. He wasn’t sure if her dad knew or not. But if he did, he’s a merciful saint.

He took his shoes off at the door and began walking down the hallway. He passes her father’s room, the guest room, the bathroom, until he slows to a stop right outside her bedroom door. Looking down at his shaking hands, he closes his eyes and swallows. Then, he quietly pushes the door open.

The room was pitch black save for her laptop playing her favorite show. She was fast asleep. Hobie quietly walked up next to her bed and admired her peaceful form before shaking her awake. “Baby…” he whispered.

When she opened her eyes she looked confused. Hobie took a small step backwards with his hand still held out in front of him. His heart began to run, worried that she would immediately kick him out. So before she could say anything, he tried to get his apology out. “I wanted to-”

But she didn’t do that. She didn’t yell or try to fight him. She didn’t even look upset. She smiled at him. She smiled. His voice died in his throat.

“Are you really here?” She asked. “Is this really happening?”

He nods. With a cracked whisper, “Yes.”

“We’re back together?”

Hobie blinks back tears. “Yes, baby.”

She smiled even more, and it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. “I’m so happy.”

He can’t take it anymore. She holds her arms out and he falls into them completely breaking down. His body is racked with sorrow that she could feel in her own chest. Hobie squeezes her tightly and digs his head into her shoulder soaking ig with his tears. “I’m sorry,” he cries. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” she says, too happy to care about anything else except the fact that he was here. Just like she wanted. “I’m so happy.” And she repeats it over and over again.

“I’ll stay sober for the rest of my fucking life,” he promises. “I don’t care.”

“Are you staying over?” He nods. She gasps in excitement. “Then come lay down.”

Hobie takes off his socks and sheds his shirt to lay down with her. When he did, she pecked him on his lips and hopped up from the bed. He watched in amazement as she began tidying up her bed and room to make the sleepover more comfortable and enjoyable for the both of them. “You hungry? I can warm up something for us.”

All he could do was shake his head. She smiled at him and practically jumped onto the bed to cuddle up next to him. “I can’t believe you actually came.” She said. “I’m just so happy I don’t know what to do.”

Hobie was in utter disbelief at what was currently happening. He was waiting for the anger to come out. She was the most emotional person he knew. She fell asleep crying about him and woke up to him in her face about to beg for her forgiveness. Now she’s bubbly and giggling like he just bought her the moon. He probably will after this.

“I can’t believe…I can’t believe you’re not mad at me.” He admits.

She shrugs. “I love you. And I missed you.”

He started to tear up again. “I love you too. And I’m sorry.”

She kissed his forehead. “I already forgave you.”

Before he could start crying again, he pulled her close to him and kissed her sweetly. “I’m going to fucking marry you.”

She didn’t respond immediately. He caressed her cheek and looked her in the eye. “I’m going to say yes…” He kissed her again. “But, you have to understand Hobie.”

She choked on her words for a second and he anxiously waited for what she would say next. “Hobie…you broke my fucking heart.” He starts to cry again. “I don’t trust you right now. I don’t know when I will again.”

He doesn’t know if this makes him narcissistic, but his heart ripped to shreds after hearing that. He knew he destroyed your trust in him, he knew how badly he hurt you, but hearing you say it right now like this made it even more real. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise. No matter how long it takes.”

“I know you will,” she says again. What he did to have such a loving and understanding girlfriend…he didn’t know. But, he wasn’t letting her go after this.

The couple refused to let go of each other all night. They felt connected in a way they had never been before. Tonight, they saw how much they cared for one another and how badly they needed each other. Even though they were hurting, they wouldn’t rather be anywhere else but here, in each other’s arms.

Hobie knew that this wasn’t the end of their relationship problems. They still had a long way to go before they reached that goal, but that’s fine. He would wait a million years for her to trust him again. And she will, because he will never remake a mistake so stupid. They were end-game. He knew that now.

But, in the wee hours of the morning, when he thought she was asleep and he was awake watching the laptop thinking about everything he would do to make her happy for the rest of their lives, he heard soft sobbing. His arm that was wrapped around her body was moving up and down. He looked down at the body laying on his chest and focused in on the noise.

Her quiet wails coursed through his body down to his very soul. She gasped and stopped when he moved his hand to touch her face. He lifted her head up and saw her face streaming with tears. Her eyes bloodshot red.

“Baby I-” he started. But what could he say? Sorry? Again?

There was nothing either of them could say. She just needed him to hold her. So, she scooted up a bit more onto him and threw her head into his neck with her arms wrapped around him. He leaned his down into her and held her tighter than he’s ever held her before. The two cried silently, promising the other that they will never feel this way again. And they didn’t.

ending a/n: Thank you for reading. I'm kind of glad it's a bit lowkey compared to my other stories. It's very very personal to me as it's inspired by my actual break up/make up with my boyfriend irl which happened earlier this year. A few things are a bit different like the dialogue but approximately everything rly did happen. It hurt writing it, the first part specifically, and the second part was difficult and short since I can't really recall what he told me had happened when he went to his friend's house. And yes, his friend really did just talk about videogames while he suffered on the couch, and yes, he told him that he'll find someone else, lol.

I thought I would enjoy this third part a lot more but it was just as hard and hurtful. But I kind of liked it. Feels like therapy. I think I might write abt my love life in fanfiction some more cuz babEY ya girl has had it rough.

Anyway, I won't take up any more of your time. Thank you for reading, it means so much. I'll have more fics for y'all soon🩵

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[the-owl-tree]

I know it’s unpopular and ig would be seen as chronically online but. a little annoyed at the “UGH 🙄 and here come THOSE people” @ comments those being horrified abt Frostpaw being spayed and connecting it to real life events like bipoc being sterilized against their will. I personally am not one of those people, nor do I think it’s anywhere near that serious or on that level bc I thought it was an interesting turn in the books, but as a black afab myself who would most definitely face forced sterilization if I were not a more privileged individual, (because you know the health system itself loves to play around with our bodies like science experiments as though we cannot physically feel pain) I’m gonna need the yt warrior cats fans to cut it out w the snide superiority complex on “lesser takes” and understand there’s people who are gonna reasonably draw comparisons to these events and see how incredibly horrifying it is what the anthropomorphic cat just went through. not to hit a fucking beehive but why is it acceptable to understand the harmful impacts of misogyny in the series affect people in the real world but misoginoir is taking a step too far?

discourse on bumble being a domestic abuse victim has people understanding and drawing comparisons between that and real life events but we draw the line when woc are brought up. okay. why?

this isn’t at you btw because you generally have nuanced takes and take the time to consider what people are actually saying but like. what’s going on here I’m genuinely blindsided by people rolling their eyes. it is an issue. it’s a huge issue and it’s still happening in places! can’t speak for other countries but it’s still legal on a federal level in the U.S where I live and in my state. my problem isn’t the people drawing comparisons with Frostpaw. my problem is the reaction to that. I don’t understand why one systematic issue can be discussed and the other not without scrutiny and handled as though it’s not as serious topic.

also to note: I am aware that Frostpaw being spayed was not based on any perceived race or ethnicity. I am aware that this was simply for shock value (as of the moment, anyway ((which is what makes it worse imo but that’s another convo))) and I am aware that I cannot speak on behalf of anyone facing this issue but myself and cannot reasonably say that anyone drawing these conclusions will always 100% take the matter as seriously as needed. however I can say that it is a bit difficult for me to accept that in a world where each character has human intelligence, thoughts wishes and feelings, that the concept of forced sterilization, abhorrent and frightening outside of normal cat understanding, frankly should be handled with the utmost care able to be expended. I know it will not be. I am aware. the authors have a history of using their personal bias to push racist narratives before. I understand that people are saying handle the subject with tact and maturity. I just do not believe it is the right or position of a mostly white fanbase to police the discussion of what happens to women of color because we are often spoken over as is. I hope that I have made my point clear? I’m not the best at explaining myself over subjects I’m passionate about, so I may have tripped over my words a bit. I do apologize if it came off as talking in circles

I'll admit, when I first read the spoilers and learned what happened, I drew some connections but I also agree that it's not nearly on that level. But I think it would be wildly inappropriate if I tried to talk on that as a white person.

I don't have much to add, but I think you've raised some pretty understandable concerns and you're very clear in your points, I didn't have any trouble following you! I genuinely have a lot of concerns about the plotline and I think you're right that it's important to be open about these discussions.

[all-inmoderation]

ugh one thing i dislike about under the oak tree is how riftan and maxi have like,,, no friends. like riftan is such a fucking asshole to his knights and has such a stick up his ass that i have to wonder why do these other knights follow him ??? his entire character trait is being a downright asshole to everyone but maxi and it gets tiring to read at some points bc to me, it really flattens the world.

because personally, even when i read a romance, i want the main leads to have an enriched life outside of their love interest! i always hoped to see a scene of riftan having some form of camaraderie w his knights and treating them with,,, at least a little bit of friendliness, perhaps ??? bc i want there to be a reason these knights are following riftan, other than just him being a good warrior. i know riftans general disposition is very reserved and rigid but good god how many times has he gone to war w these guys??? and yet he cant even return a modicum of the affection and respect ruth and the other knights give to him smfhhhh

and as for maxi. i have a less of a grudge w her bc of her backstory obviously but i wish the author couldve shown her finding some solace in friendship as part of her journey in healing. its beautiful that she comes to see riftan as a source of home and safety, but i also wanted to see her dynamic w ruth deepen, along with Agnes. *especially* Agnes, actually, i want Maxi to slowly but surely stop feeling insecure and threatened around her. the little nuggets of her interacting w them and the maids and other knights are so charming and heartwarming to see. I want to see Maxi LOVE the people in their house and form genuine connections with them beyond surface level.

I do think the author does a good job of that when it comes to maxi and the household staff but.. the most disappointing part and the entire reason of this post was how utterly disappointed I was with maxi going to Nornui for three years and not making any fucking FRIENDS. like BRUH. do you know how desperately i wanted to see Maxi in Nornui, thriving despite herself, socially thriving and loving magic even while she's missing riftan. Like I haven't read book 3 yet but that little sneak peak we got of the first few chapters where some of the other students treated her like shit and she only had surface level friendships with some other wizards was sO FRUSTRATING TO READDD. l

like you're telling me maxi left home for THREE YEARS and she spent that ENTIRE TIME missing riftan and keeping everyone at a distance ???? didn't she leave bc she felt suffocated by riftans obsession and she wanted to become more of her own person ??? what the hell was the point then if she made no real connections and just wasted it thinking about riftan lmfao. they'll just go back to where they started- two people who are obsessed w each other w no other companionship, except now maxi just knows how to throw magic rocks or whatever lmfao.

sigh. im being being a bit nitpicky but i just really really wanted to see maxi in nornui making really good friends and building up confidence and pride- and then i wanted her to come back to anatol and for her riftan to see her and see how she's more at ease, maybe even a little more charming, and more confident after spending time in the towers and gaining the admiration and respect of other wizards, and coming back w her own allies and supporters. people whose companionship she forged on her own instead of what was forced onto her (like her marriage). like if it had been up to me i wouldnt have even had any of the wizards at the tower be rude to maxi- i wanted her leave in the tower to be one where she found herself and who she was, beyond her marriage, beyond even her magic.

like even though maxi is shy and reserved i wanted to see her come out of her shell a little bit is that too much to ask? and i wouldve loved to see that kind of transformation in her and how riftan wouldve handled it. of course its not to say that maxi shouldve come back from nornui as an extremely confident outgoing girl with no fears, in fact i think having a significant change but then her returning to anatol and bringing up her old habits and characteristics against who she's become wouldve been so delicious to see , but alas, i dont think thats where the story goes at all.

[charmixpower]

Issue Twenty-One: The Shaab Stone

They can't even color Riven's uniform right on the cover, dear lord, call that foreshadowing

On that note I'm just gonna pretend that this Riven is show Riven for all of our sanities, because if I point out how Riven is usually much more chill and cool headed in the comics we're all gonna get annoyed

I have so many questions. Implying that Magix is like a university city, but the entire PLANET

I love how Griffin gives a negative amount of fucks

If you smoke in her office she'll blow up your cigarette or cigar XD

....I thought these were highschools??? He is like a balding adult and he can enroll????? What???

This confirms that in the comics witch philosophy is a very using fire to fight fire

You know after so many evil witches you'd think people would accept this is a terrible idea but nope

Comics Tecna is so lame, me and show Tecna are entranced by a model crane

OH MY GOD AN ACTUAL REASON WHY SO MANY RANDOM PLACES ON MAGIX ARE A NO MAGIC ZONE!!! AMAZING!!!

Tbh the comics never let a plot line hang

Spy Helia, doing spy Helia things

Hey isn't having a bunch of private military in a protected/enclosed area like super illegal???? Can't we tell the authorities that the Winx comics and show decided on a dice if they exist this ep

WAIT THEY ACTUALLY THOUGHT OF TELLING THE FUCKING AUTHORITIES AND DECIDED TO SEND TEENAGERS???? THIS IS ALL YOUR DUMBASSES FAULT

I swear nothing in the Winx show is more annoying than all the authorities shoving their responsibilities on teenagers, I know the Winx need to be doing things, but still

Stella. No magic.

What are you going to be able to do???

Comic artists said purple eyed Riven supremacy

Also "at the fortress of light"???? Like principal is a political role in the Winx world????

"and see how good he is" So this was a lie

That's actually a really smart idea from Helia

We love to see it

"Let's head back!" HELIA HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND??? AND LOSE SIGHT OF IT????? YOU WERE DOING SO WELL!!

You do not need to LEAVE to call backup!!!

God I hope this just a mistranslation, bc that is so fuckin dumb gjsbfjsjs don't let the evil people with the important rock leave where you can't find them

Riven, please stop being annoying and contraction

....Sky, what the fuck. How did you get to murder??

You people have sent on a mission to get the rock.... Like am I interpreting this wrong?? But aren't they technically a branch of the law???

Also bless you Helia for realizing that leaving is a incredibly stupid ass decision

He is planning on surrounding the private army with RF people, and he's also saying to wait for authorities in Magix

I need the writers to explain what the fuck they are trying to communicate

A business man taking over magix would have a much larger affect than how you act, so it really depends on who the has the most power but I understand where ur coming from girlie

"our powers" tho??

Helia once again is doing amazing sweetie, please don't let them out of your sight

Riven no

RIVEN NO!! YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW IF TIMMY IS GONNA HELP YOU!!!!

Ugh fucking dumbass, I definitely understand where he's coming from. It's right there, we should do something. But the squad is like right there too, at least try to get more than Timmy to come with

Tbh I would of liked it more if Riven got into an argument and him being loud got them found

It would of been really funny as well

See if Riven didn't ask Timmy to join him he would have just jumped out of the plane

No hesitation, no fear

And that would have been hilarious

Omg look at Helia's face 🥺 poor boy

This is part of Helia's and Saladin's 100 IQ plan together, did he know about it this far out???

I have so many questions about when they came up with that plan????

Is Tecna saying that about Riven or Timmy I cannot tell

If it's about Timmy, girl why

[teddybeartoji]

UGH YOU WROTE SMTH FOR THE TIGER SUKUNA X KITTY READER THING U MENTIONED YESTERDAY ISTG I LOVED IT SM I WANTED TO SEE MORE IT'S LIKE U READ MY MIND ILYSM 😭😭 i lovvveeeeee the link u put at the end as well

also! i wasn't into hybrid stuff before but safe to say i am now... tiger sukuna and snow leopard gojo live in my mind good lord

i need smth for suguru... i could see him as a panther idkkkkkk all i remember is a fic or a draft i don't remember the author but i'm pretty sure u rb it where it was him owning pets - satoru and reader - and they had those magnetic collars which would make noise if they got needy and made out without him

ALSO I ONLY FULLY READ UR INTRO NOW?? combined with your recent rb,,,,, with calling toji dad instead of daddy... omg... AND THE PERV SATORU?? I STILL DONT KNOW HOW I FEEL ABT CUM BEING ON FOOD AND EVTH BUT. I TOOK IT WELL??? would need to elaborate maybe 👀👀

okay for the daddy thingy i had already knew cuz of my taste in men and some twt posts with those kind of concepts but... i have to say i really like the space you created, like it's safe to express abt anything and i like it a lot cuz it allows for some self-discoveries?? LMAO

also it's funny to see i'm not the only one in which you awaken some things and i'm glad your writing is incredible cuz i'm not sure i would've been fully convinced otherwise, so it would've taken more time to fully enjoy myself like i'm doing now

anyways i hope you're doing well and please remember to take care of yourself!

~ ☀️

HIIII SUNNNYYYY!!!! HEHEHEHEHEE YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY IT MAKES ME WHEN PPL SAY THAT I HAVE GOTTEN THEM INTO THINGS THEY WEREN'T INTO BEFOREEE🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭 HYBRIDS ARE SOOSO FUNN!!!!!! aaand that makeout post was in fact mine and lunar's hehehe:3333333

AAAAAAANNNDDDD AAAAAAHHHHH🥺🥺🥺🥺 GENUINELLYYYY MAKES ME SO FUCKING HAPPY THAT YOU AND OTHERS FEEL LIKE LOSERVILLE IS A SAFE SPACE FOR YOU BECAUSEE IT FUCKING ISSS!!!!! WAAHHH UR GONNA MAKE ME VERY A LITTLEEE🥺🥺 THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOUUUU!!!!!!!!!

eehehehhee i'm definitely gonna be writing more for perv characters so we'll see what other disgusting things i can conjure up>:33333 bc like.. i'm not thasst into cum being on food either actually lmao that just Came to me so i had to write abt it!!!!! i'm still learning things abt myself too hehhee oooohohohh and the dad thing🤭🤭🤭 we'll see maybe i'll write smth for that too one day!!!!

BUT AGAINNN THANK YOU SUNNYY!!! YOUR SUPPORT AND YOUR KIND WORDS MEAN SOOSO FUCKING MUCH TO MEE!!!! i really needed thatt🥺🥺🥺 I LOVE YOUUU!!! AND I HOPE UR TAKING CARE OF URSELF TOO!!!!! MMMMWAAAHHH!!!!

[7abwis]

Talking about the books & comics I’ve read this 2023 so far so they have more staying power in my brain and bc i gotta learn it’s good to appreciate the things you’ve read lest you just kinda zoom from one thing to the next w/o really absorbing it. not tagging them and just putting xs in the name cause i don’t want it to end up in the tags. but also | contains spoilers |. doing this for my own documentation rather than for reccs, so im not gonna attach any warnings to the books - but if you do end up going for them make sure to look it up first.

1. Monster of Elendhxven - Jennifer Gixsbrecht Think I started it a little before the new year but it still counts for 2023. Fun, easy read. Really appreciated how the author could be concise with everything they wanted to say and still convey all the depth and emotion and some of those hard-hitting lines. It’s a short book of a little over a 100 pages.

The slow buildup and shift in audience perspective of Johann being the titular monster to realizing it’s Leikenbloom was really well done. Kanya’s buildup didn’t feel as smooth but that could be attributed to the fact that the story’s mainly Johann’s POV. The metaphors were chef kiss.

Think it did a good job of straddling the dark aspects in a way that was like yeah this is a dark setting with fucked up characters and it all fits together vs violence for violence’s sake without tying it in to the existing themes and motifs and all which isn’t my thing personally. 2. Nxna the Ninth - Txmsyn Mxir ugh ugh ugh love the lxcked tomb series. Every single book is from a radically different pov and a completely different genre and they’re all so good. the family dynamic was so good and cam and pal are my favorites. love nna so much, she was such a good character. there’s something about a character in the most bleak dogshit situations managing to find the beauty and hope in so much despite Everything that’s happening.

in general having the physical manifestation of earth’s soul be so hopeful and having people who were just trying their best take care of her and love her and her in turn loving them is just... good. paul still sucks as a name for cam/pal lol but its fitting to the humor of the story and cam and pal’s own subtler cheekiness so im not mad at it. but even then, i have a feeling before the next book’s end paul will probably die, as cam and pal have technically done so now. the whole series feels tied into the theme of things change, they’re scrambled, shits all so fucked up, and then things never go back to the exact thing they once were, but we adapt and change with them, we adapt and change things ourselves, we fight for the things we want and the things we don’t know we want. and when things come to an end, that’s just the way it is.

gid’s pov came first and we haven’t seen it since (edit: actually let me rephrase bc technically both gid and hxrrow were told through gid’s pov - we haven’t seen gid’s pov WITH her agency intact since the first book. txmsyn making it more complicated as usual lmao, but if you’ve read it you get what i mean), but we haven’t seen hxrrow’s pov with her agency intact since hxrrow, now nxna’s pov will likely not be present at all in the next book. all were different genres, all told through different eyes and cirucmstances, and honestly they’re probably not going to be repeated again. the last book will probably be another different pov (unless mxir pulls a fast one and decides to switch it up by making this last book switch povs from character to character. i wouldn’t put it past her bc she seems to like challenging herself and trying new things) anywho, god love this series. edit: AND WAIT ANOTHER THING! its funny how when you read the first book you’re like yeah gxdeon’s the protag, no bar, and then as you go to hxrrow its like ok wait hxrrow is the dual protag, then you go to nxna and at the end of the day you realize gxdeon _isn’t even really_ the Tried and True One protag in the way that her 1st pov set it up. hxrrow yes bc _everything_ centers around her and yeah gid’s highly important, but its funny how the two highly important characters can be put to the side for a whole book and give the stage to someone else (at least mostly, not including the asides where hxrrow’s in that limbo talking to john) and the plot still moves forward 3. Cretaceous - Tadd Gxlusha

Fun comic, this was definitely one of those things that felt like it helped train my visual literacy for western comics. p much only grew up reading manga in the comics department, so getting older and actually reading western comics and seeing how different the pacing and paneling and different approaches were and getting used to that had a bit more of a learning curve. for a while it felt like i wasn’t absorbing as much of the plot and characterization for things.

but this one being silent definitely helped with that - i was more able to focus on the art itself and what it was conveying than just breezing through it by reading the words. the story was exceedingly clear and the artist did a great job in conveying emotion in realistic dinosaurs. also there was so much clever paneling. 4. Six of Crxws - Lxigh Bardxgo Started off kinda rocky. i don’t often use this word but the intros felt cheesy, felt very underdeveloped YA for a second there. but it improved vastly as it went on when we actually got to properly see the characters in their element. i appreciate the way the different povs gave the audience different bits of info not privvy to the other characters and what they thought of each other vs how they thought the others perceived them.

i really do appreciate that they all felt like completely different characters with completely different goals in mind, and how those goals clashed were interesting. ive seen some writing (and honestly it’s something i have to work on my own stuff) fall into the trap of i Have to make sure the audience knows these are Reasonable Characters who are smart in certain situations bc it’d be stupid if they did this and this, rather than letting the personality of the character and their experiences take over instead and let those stupid decisions happen and let the audience form their own conclusions about it.

felt indifferent towards the romances - though they had a couple good lines, but overall i’ll def be trying to read book 2. probably not gonna bother with the tv show. inxj, jxsper, nxna’s friendship though is very cute. but what i especially will give the book is that once i got past the first part i did want to continue hungrily reading it.

mixed feelings about wylxn because for most of the book he just kind of Existed not doing much and then he was their get out of jail free card. not mad at it bc it fits in with his theme of yknow rich boy who isn’t particularly worldly but at the end of the day there are several things he’s really good at and he will grow a spine when necessary. but at the same time couldn’t form an attachment or find him too compelling yet. will say it is funny that he’s presented the way he is as more timid and unknowing and then you find out all the shit he got in trouble for with his dad. like that’s hilarious. 5. Lxura Dean Keeps Breaking Up With Me - Mxriko Txmaki Loved the inking and paneling for this comic. the limited color palette choices were so good too. Rosemary Vxlero-O’Connell did such a good job. Overall, just felt like such a natural story, like something you knew that happened to a friend or a friend of a friend. the combination of the writing and paneling worked so well to convey the feelings it needed to. also i really liked how well the artist filled each panel in the establishing shots when they needed to and how natural that felt. that’s something i definitely struggle with and wanna take with me. Aaaand that’s it for now. Next is Nxghtwing: Leaping into the Light, Long Wxy to a Small Angry Plxnet, and if I can get my hands on it without it being checked out 24/7, A Cxurt of Thorns and Rxses

[lukore]

Worth the candle mid

The thing about the self awareness about the meta elements of worth the candle is that it’s like. one of those pithy parody political comics where everything’s labeled. Like okay. I get it. Thank you for telling me practically everything. I obvi don’t really know a lot abt rationalist shit but from my cursory glances the principle of “an intelligent reader can predict certain events using logic” is what makes a lot of the goings on in the actual larger plot really stale, ESPECIALLY if it’s constantly asking you to think ahead on the plot based on your knowledge of narrative and/or dming. It’ll lampshade how joon is the chosen one and that only he can solve problems which is fucked but it’s also like… undercutting the sense that they’re a dnd party. And accurately predicting things is just so affectively unfulfilling bc there’s so many of the reveals just make the world slightly smaller than it could be. like honestly most of what was powering my enjoyment of the series is the character chemistry and towards the end here that’s all been relegated to downtime actions! So I’m barely even enjoying the actual plot! There’s only so many times amaryllis can make the same arguments with raven about what kind of narrative forces are acting on the world before you just don’t want to hear it! There’s only so many times you hear characters lampshade how joon is always going to be the most effective in a scene before you get tired and hope the author comes up with something new. And obviously this is mediated by the fact that Grak is now an ultra-Warder and amaryllis is now putting out 500 political fires at once at any given time but the narrative isn’t there where they’re doing that! Like the funnest recent arc was the anglecynn drama where Mary had to figure her shit out by herself but god if that arc ended quicker than I expected. Ugh. Ugh!

[buffa-z]

finished revice heres my current thoughts

its a really really solid show, up there with build in terms of cohesive writing

WOMEN the women in this show were so good. esp hana shes my favorite

i feel like i missed context on daiji and kagerou thats in a special? idk i havent watched anything besides the main show so far

george is my overall favorite (obviously) and i love that he gave himself a gold/rainbow everything invincible form bc of his kamen rider knowledge

but in a realer sense its kinda fucked that nobody cares to check on him for most of the show. like if nothing else he and akemi seemed close and no one even said anything to him about it that we know of

side not akemi shouldnt have died like come on man why

hiromi is the one who ends up putting himself in the position of caring about george. but its obviously out of a sense of obligation, even if he tries to make it romantic but he ends up like a social worker

like fr despite all the yaoiful moments between them there is like Absolutely Zero Chemistry between hiromi and george. but thats its own post

on the contrary sakura and hanas chemistry never falters even as they settle into weekend and then into the aftermath which was really nice to see

i love how hana maintains her agency in different ways after joining weekend. i hope she gets to go to school

i kinda wish we got to see more evidence of weekends past activity but the show was already so full of things

takahashi ripped soooo many things from revice to put in geats

for this reason and a few others i think revice and geats take place in actually the same universe (not just kr crossover rules)

i really like contract based magic systems and the overall theme of bureaucracy as a tool of violence in the show (the real estate ppl, the lawyer, director akaishi being considered personally unreachable for the first half of the show, etc)

the relationship between akaishi and daiji was interesting but also made me want to vomit which i think is the point

i love it when the angel themed character becomes on the side of evil by simply following their path set out by their ideals/authorities so i thought daijis second arc was a little bit awesome

im really glad sakura got to be a teenager without it being a whole "ugh teens" thing. like she gets to be unrealistic and impulsive and sometimes it works out and other times it doesnt. thats good writing

ikki getting to play soccer again is what i hoped for from the beginning so im glad they come back to that

just excellent perfect costume design throughout the entire show. amazing.

casting as well, everyone did great. my favorite performances were the actors for daiji/kagerou, hana, and whoever was puppeting lovekov

im running out of steam but ill add on when i have more thoughts and awakeness

[harpieisthecarpie]

posts about misha collins being so wacky and standing up against the cw to fight for gay shipping rights have felt a bit off to me for a while (esp recently), bc he really isn't the tumblr ally ppl act like he is.

every time he trends on tumblr for loving his character's gay ship all I see is a dude that is beating a turbo dead horse for a shred of relevancy

but reading his 2021 poetry collection (outloud to the friends I trapped in a vc) really made me understand and feel it (hatred) more, I think?

Because this man dedicated this collection to his kids but spends the entire first section rambling about his crumbling marriage and how much he loves his (now former) wife despite their distance (in the acknowledgments at the back he says they separated).

Which seems either willfully thoughtless or intentionally manipulative.

And he'll ramble about her figure and her touch and how he misses her, but I don't know a goddamn thing he likes about her as a person.

The only actual thing I know about her (or how he sees her) is from the first poem, where she perportedly says

And his response? Depicted in a poem he wrote and chose to publish?

This doesn't even seem to be him now acknowledging his actions that led to their separation. From the rest of the poems, he does his damndest to make himself seem, if not a loving guy who makes mistakes, then at least a pitiful fool who showed his powerful love wrong.

The poem these stanzas are from, "The Kiss", is the FIRST POEM in the collection. And that poem frames this current day against when they were dating, apparently young and in love, in order to show that they were drifting.

But there is no self awareness in this, because the entire "Love Poems" section is disgustingly trite. Cloying. I would understand if these were personal poems, but he published them and dedicated that published work to his CHILDREN. Whom he mentions vaguely perhaps twice that whole section.

Speaking of children, here's a poem also in "Love Poems"

Like, okay, the most charitable explanation is that this is ANOTHER poem about his former wife (and not his alluded affairs), and she had been taking care of their kids. Which, even so, why the fuck would you write AND PUBLISH this???

The less charitable explanations seem more plausible, and either way the poem (along with his others) is misogynistic in such an upsetting way. This is the guy who's standing up for gay male rep? He can't even be normal about WOMEN. Even ONE WOMAN.

And "Tug of Woman" juxtaposed with what he aptly titled "The Last Poem" (in "The Kids" section) makes me. Ugh.

Idk man, I don't think any of us needed to read about your nipples and "grown-man arms" in a poem about your kids???

I hope it's just that he's a really bad poet. Which he is. But even without the weirdest sex poem AND the weirdest parental love poem I've ever read, I just hate this guy's vibe. And I hate how people treat him like a cutesy do-no-wrong softboy.

Anyways I just needed to rant bc I hate this guy's face now and it's tumblr's favorite so I suffer. So much. All the time.

If you wanna read terrible mangst poems, you'll find them in Some Things I Still Can't Tell You. The audiobook is even voiced by the author for added immersion!

An e-library I use had a copy, which is great bc I would rather cut off an arm than pay for the words I read.

[abcdosaka]

Watched oshi no ko and hells paradise both mid. Kinda makes me mad bc hells paradise was giving soul eater a little bit plus the op is catchy as fuck but I’m a little annoyed like I just don’t think I have it in me to tolerate mid female characters anymore. I really wanted to like it too bc the first ep was really good but then the second was like umm ok this dude is a bit much but he’s cool still. Then the third ep I was like “so why tf is the girl even travelling with him if everyone knows he could easily overpower her at any time”. And the forth ep gabimaru had to save her and she collapsed bc she got overwhelmed ? Like it’s so embarrassing for her I can’t go on. I realize her arc is about facing her fears or something actually no I don’t really know what the author was going for but anyway my point is theres a way to do that without making her a cringe damsel in distress. Maybe I’m just jumping to conclusions bc it really does look good but like it’s not a great look so far

as for oshi no ko I was hoping it would be about like balancing motherhood and being a star or something obviously I expected too much. I actually kinda enjoyed the movie pilot but I dislike that:

1 it’s isekai

2 the mom fucking dies and the kid/guy is on some revenge fantasy bs. Like I said I thought this would be some cute show where a guy doctor falls in love with a pregnant woman who’s actually an idol hiding her identity and the issues that would arise from that. (Btw I did not know she was 16 going into this show. Another thing I dislike)

3 I feel like the isekai part is just accepted and will never come up again. Like idk bc I wouldn’t mind if it was actually incorporated into the story as like the main thing but it’s not really. like I want sarina/rubys backstory to be more important, the connnection between her wanting to be an idol and her not being able to move around in her previous life could be expanded on, idk anything abt the guys goals from before but I would like to see that instead

4 I hate the Mc he’s fucking BORINGGGGG and he’s obsessed w his sister and mom. (Side note When are we gonna get an anime where the Mc just despises his sister like there’s no other feeling other than hate.) What happened to the fun guy who used to be a doctor. Like trauma obvs but his whole personality became unbearable. you could say that he was obsessed with Ai even when he was alive but honestly, bro had a job and lived in the countryside, there is no way he didn’t have other things going on in his life

5 both these kids have no personality other than being obsessed with their mom like SHUT UP PLS

6 it’s literally just a girl in the mcs life suffers due to being an idol and he jumps in to save her by doing something maybe a little innovative and weird but ultimately good. Like I kept watching bc I wanted to see how him trying new things could expand his perspective or something like trying acting again or being on the dating show but no it’s just him saving chicks from other ppl

7 I feel like all of those points just show the plot is trying to be more than what it is. Like it’s just another isekai where an older guy takes care of underage women in return for their dedication. Ok to be fair it actually does have a lot of the inside life of idol culture which is interesting but also don’t advertise it like ai is a main character when she FUCKING DIES :(

I actually kinda dislike gabimaru too like both these mfs are gloomy, overly perfect, emo, and have saviour complexes and it’s rly not my vibe. Like idk they’re Gary stus. Ebony darkness dementia raven way but as a guy. Like please just suck at something you’re boring me

I think that’s what I get for trying to watch Shonen but ugh. I like action I like the power of friendship I even like a lil romance if it’s not like annoying and very specifically aimed toward the male gaze.

[nyaacatboy]

so i'm currently in my bridgerton brainrot era specifically when it comes to s2 and lately i have been Thinking of a kanthony slightly-to-the-left-of-show-canon (i haven't read the books nobody sue me) au in which anthony, instead of being like "this is the year i find a bride :|" is going "this is the year that i Perfectly Head-Of-Household my sister's courtship & marriage" bc he fucked up so thoroughly with daphne that now he's thinking. time for take 2 with eloise. i'll get a wife when none of my sisters are debuting that year. kate is doing the same thing as canon but well. the tension is a bit different.

this of course means that anthony is Heavily Supervising eloise (violet in the background going "dear, i think you're suffocating her") while continually affirming that he is NOT on the market at the moment thankyouverymuch. his expectations of helping eloise range from worst case "she hates me forever & becomes a spinster" to best case "she marries really well and it's a credit to the bridgerton name" with a begrudging middle ground of "me and mom will wear her down enough to get married next season." so obviously, eloise is not going to get away with writing the names of authors on her dance card. oh no. oh no no no. anthony is introducing her to every single guy with the hopes that eloise is picky enough to pick a good one, he just has to get her in the range of the husbands she's picking. there is still the kanthony morning ride meet cute of course i'm not messing with perfection.

so, at the first ball, anthony has FINALLY gotten eloise corralled into filling up her dance card and she is dancing with some eligible young lord that anthony personally despises for Petty reasons but he's Not Making Daphne's-Courtship Errors Again So She Will Dance With People And Maybe Have Fun. he's watching her like a hawk from the edge of the dance floor because if there's one thing eloise is good at it's sneaking off. when, to his left, he hears a familiar voice say "It appears your matchmaking skills are as deficient as your horsemanship."

it's kate, who is also watching edwina dance and sizing up who she's dancing with. anthony, of course, has some clever retort about how less-suitable partners make the suitable ones look better by comparison. and they're off, trading gossip about everyone in the ton loud enough for everyone to hear in a series of complicated and increasingly stupid arguments about who would be better with who because of what pedigree and accounts and ugh. pen is sitting at the wall behind them hastily taking mental notes for lady whistledown.

this continues, of course, after that first ball. i imagine that anthony drops his whole "marriages don't need love" thing then, but him and kate are on good enough terms for it to be a friendly argument rather than a Horrific Dealbreaker. besides, she's not evaluating him as a husband, just as someone to talk with while she supervises her sister's courtship. they are exactly as stupid as in canon, but with a fun twist of actually going through courtship rituals with one another without realizing it. and doing so publicly, might i add. however, they're insistent on the fact that they are simply friends, nothing more throughout all of this. the reactions of the people around them start as "you're friends? i thought you hated each other" and evolve into "are you sure you guys are just friends." there are a ton of fun scenarios i imagine, esp with violet and anthony.

violet: where are you off to at this hour? it's so early.

anthony: i am going to call on the sharmas before eloise's suitors arrive. miss sharma has informed me that indian tea is inherently better than british and i should like to see if her claim is true.

violet: is that not the girl you were arguing with at last night's dance? i thought you would be sick of bickering with her by now.

anthony: well, i hope that this visit will put our argument to rest. good day, mother.

it is several weeks later that violet fully puts together the pieces that her son, who is apparently "off the market," talked with a girl all of the night and called on her the next morning.

meanwhile edwina is actually wise to what the hell is going on here bc she's not blinded by a crush on anthony (being the season's diamond just means you have a braincell ok) and so is teasing the living hell out of her sister for having the viscount as a suitor. i picture the sharmas being asked to dinner for similar, bullshit reasons. "oh you must see how eloquently gregory speaks latin if you are to judge my means of running a household miss sharma" "alas i would be remiss to dine at a house with a cook less gifted than the danbury's, i think i will be fine staying at home lord bridgerton" "well tell me your favorite dish miss sharma and i shall have our cook prepare it. if it is not to your liking you may assist me in hiring a new one." etc. etc. etc. yaknow. foreplay.

at some point in this endeavor, they are insulting each other as usual and kate says something insulting about his brothers. which, well, anthony is well aware that they're annoying little buggers, but he's the only one who gets to call them that. so he talks them up like nobody's business, and, just to drive the point home, suggests that they would each be suitable for edwina. after all, the family already has one diamond, why not two? kate says she'll give them a chance with her sister provided that they are not too much like their brother. i think it would be extremely hilarious if anthony tried to pressure his brothers into dancing with edwina, especially because i think colin would just run for the hills after what happened with marina while benedict would be like "you fucking hypocrite. i will do it for three bottles of brandy." (anthony, desperate to wipe the smirk off kate's face: "deal.")

so now as far as they are concerned, there is perfect plausible deniability for them to be spending so much goddamn time together (like half the town hasn't caught on already lmao). this of course means edwina is extremely sick of her sister's shit. also, by this point (pre-aubrey house stuff), eloise has figured out how to game the stupid dances through a combination of dancing with her brothers & the few noble men she can tolerate , foisting anyone she doesn't want to dance with onto penelope, and pretending to enjoy small talk while stuffing herself with food & drinks so that it looks like she's socializing. anthony (a complete fucking dumbass) is convinced that he's made a respectable lady out of eloise and lets his guard down a little bit.

lady danbury has been talking with edwina and knows exactly what is going on. she gets violet to announce that anthony is looking for a wife like in canon (although it is later in the season). he is immediately mobbed with debutantes & spends part of a ball miserably dancing. once he manages to free himself he runs over to kate, pulls her aside, explains the situation, and asks her to dance with him because she's the only interesting lady to dance with here. so, they dance and violet and lady danbury watch.

violet: i don't know why you thought announcing that would make anthony more willing to court, he's back with that sharma girl again.

lady danbury: yes, that means it's working.

violet: what do you mean it's-

*insert kate and anthony dancing in the most get-a-fucking-room, how-do-you-make-a-dance-this-formal-horny way*

violet: oh. OH. i see, lady danbury. we must see how this progresses.

yeah so they just dance with no one but each other for the rest of the dances. it's extremely fucking annoying to everyone because anthony's not giving anyone a chance and him and kate are using it somewhat as an excuse to spy on their little sisters more. eloise and edwina know what's up and keep exchanging looks across the dance floor as kate and anthony helicopter-older-sibling them. i imagine then that getting the sharmas to aubrey hall is a sort of mutual scheming thing. eloise lies that benedict and edwina are getting on well (they dance with one another once a ball to keep kanthony off their asses but edwina is really not interested in art movements and benedict is not interested in marriage) and so it would make sense for them to be invited to aubrey hall. anthony agrees & sends out the things. cue aubrey hall shenanigans. anthony and kate keep going off alone together, and they are way too stubborn to realise that at this point most people think they're engaged.

anthony: i am going to show lady sharma around the grounds some so that she can better understand her poor pall-mall strategy.

violet: oh, not without a chaperone i hope.

anthony: mothER, i am twenty-nine years of age, you can trUst that i have no intention of interfering with miss sharma's HONOR

*the entire table shares a look*

lady danbury: very well, but when people are here for the country ball you should ensure that they do not get the wrong idea.

bee sting, midnight library meeting, etc. they are horny motherfuckers indeed. violet asks anthony if he wants his father's engagement ring to give to kate, he unconvincingly tells her that she annoys him and he has no intention of marrying her. violet just gives him a Look. anthony says he will take it in case one of his brothers decides to declare their intentions. violet lets him knowing full well that her son is an idiot.

at the ball, kate dances with *gasp* someone else, leaving anthony to pine from across the dance floor as he dances with some debutante. he pulls her aside afterwards, asking if the dance was to her liking (in an extremely Jealous manner, of course). they bicker their way into the library, where they have a lovely damning sexually tense almost-kiss. daphne walks in on them as before, but anthony "i hate having emotional conversations" bridgerton simply decides that he is going to dance the night away with kate about it. he avoids her like the plague.

daphne: ah, brother, there you are! i wish to talk to you about a private matter, would you join me in the-

anthony: ms sharma i believe they are playing a quadrille next, is that not one of your favorite dances?

kate, not entirely sure what is going on here: it is indeed, i can't believe you remembered such a detail about my personal tastes, especially when it pertains to dancing. i thought you danced with me out of necessity, not desire.

*you can imagine the flirting and sexual tension that goes here*

basically, by the end of this trip they have both realized their feelings and are trying very hard to tamp them down. of course, penelope can't resist a good scandal, so the next edition of lady whistledown is heavily about them literally dancing the whole night together. finding eloise a husband has completely slipped from anthony's mind, so she is no longer foisting suitors onto pen but just plain running away from them as usual. pen has her Observation Time back and oh god. she writes them for filth. eloise hands anthony the lady whistledown with a shit-eating grin on her face and watches as her older brother is thrown into a rage about how he does not love her. were popcorn a thing in this era all of the bridgertons would be eating it as they watch anthony frantically deny any affections for kate while getting more and more unhinged.

cue a bridgerton-danbury Damage Control Dinner, where after all the awkward "how do we salvage this" conversation is done kanthony manage to sneak away to make out because. yaknow. it's Them. i think the boating scene and the falling-into-the-water bit should happen as in canon because. well. they don't exactly have wet t-shirt contests in the regency era. edwina's the one who tells kate not to stare though. then of course, several more sexually tense balls in which kanthony are now Determinedly staying apart from each other and eyefucking from across the dance floor. this does not deter lady whistledown although she cools it a bit. they still haven't properly talked about their feelings, but at the first ball of "let's remain separate" they certainly have a Talk. a heated talk.

at one of the soiree's, the queen is watching for whistledown & eloise sneaks off, getting caught with theo and of course. the queen threatens, eloise tells pen, and anthony decides he has the brilliant idea to distract people from him and kate that is holding a ball. no one shows like canon because eloise betrayal. so. um. yeah. Terrace Scene Time. basically proceeds like canon from here on out with the exception of we see the kanthony wedding because i want to see the kanthony wedding. that is all good night.

[shoutogepi]

Orange Lamborghini

Bakugou Katsuki

word count : 6.3k 

[ ✘ (nsfw!) ]  

themes : lil toucha ass play, car sex, baku being a damn tease

bio : You keep telling yourself you’re done with Bakugou, but the last time is never really the last time, is it?

author’s note : i know i said i was gonna post a tamaki fic but it’s a certain violent blonde’s birthday tomorrow!! (happy 4/20 ayy) so here you go ;) … also this is a part two to my other baku fic, “fuck you i just might”, but you don’t have to read that one before this if you don’t wanna!

side note : Y/H/N is your hero name, and reader is a pro hero working at the same agency as Bakugou. ALSO he smells like caramel bc of his quirk, dont fight me on this >:(

also available on AO3 here

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“🅂taying late again?” Reo, the owner of the coffee cart stationed in the lobby of the hero agency, quizzes as he throws you an accusatory look.

You stand before him, hand awkwardly looped around your elbow and a small, bashful smile on your lips. He totally knows. But you appreciate that he never outright says anything, and you know for a fact that he would never peep even a whisper to anyone. You are probably his most loyal customer, and you’d like to think he considers you a friend after all this time— not to mention, all the coffee you’ve purchased from him.

Reo gauges your meek expression, and he only smiles as he pours the creamer into the dark brown liquid. “They must be working you hard… I’ve never seen a top hero work such long hours, staying even after everyone else has left. Well, almost everyone, that is.”

Yeah, he most certainly knows.

“What can I say?” You blabber, perhaps answering him a bit too quickly. “Work is my whole life. I don’t have time for anything else, I guess.” The sentiment is a little awkward but full of candor, and when the words leave your lips you’re surprised to hear them carry such a solemn tone.

The man nods in understanding, handing you your cup of coffee before he grabs a cookie from the glass display case and offers it to you as well. “On the house,” he states and you share a long showdown of a gaze with him before you reluctantly pluck the treat from his outreached tongs.

“Thanks Reo, you have a good night now.” Bowing slightly to the elder, you turn and take your leave, quiet steps echoing in the otherwise empty foyer.

Just as the elevator doors open to take you back up into the higher levels of the building, Reo calls out to you. “You know, you should find someone that’s just as hardworking as you. Maybe they’re closer than you think.”

Flustered by the old man’s advice, you only nod and bow again, jamming your thumb into the button. A sigh of relief escapes you as the doors conceal you from his prying eyes. That man has a sixth sense, you swear.

The elevator doors open and you briskly walk through them, along the corridor and around the corner before you finally reach the conference room. Taking a deep breath, you slip through the doorway, eyes trained on the table half-covered in paperwork. Bakugou is sitting behind the spread out files, his red eyes jumping up to regard your approaching form. Placing the cookie wrapped in napkin on the table, you nod at him as you turn and open a cabinet, fingers pinching a fresh manilla folder and shutting the door with a bump from your hip.

“Working late, huh?” His rough voice splits the silence hanging in the air, and when you turn to look at the blonde, he’s lounged back, corded bicep hung carelessly over the back of the chair and a cocky look on his face. But his eyes hold another emotion as they give you a once-over, one that makes your insides stir in both memory and apprehension.

You nod again, a coy smile gracing your lips as you take a sip of your coffee, your own gaze lingering on the muscles that poke out from the hem of his tight tank top. “You too?” You ask, even though the answer is obvious.

Bakugou’s hand twirls the pen he was previously using in rapid, effortless circles, and his knee bounces slowly underneath the table. “You gonna eat that?” He answers your question with his own, slanted eyes flicking towards the cookie resting on the tabletop just an arm’s length away from him.

“You want it?” You can’t help but be surprised— you always expected Bakugou to be an uppity-ass, no-junk-food kind of guy.

“It’s Reo’s, right?” The blonde replies gruffly, thick fingers reaching out to grab the confection. “Shit tastes like heaven.”

Your eyes widen as you connect the dots. Why, that sly little…

“Don’t work yourself too hard,” you chirp out as you turn on your heel, ready to retreat back to the safety of your office.

Bakugou’s scarlet eyes return back to your departing figure, a thin brow raised and a snarl of a smirk splitting his lips. “Aw, ‘ya worrying ‘bout me now, Princess?”

“Fuck you,” it flows from your mouth, years of foul-mouthing built up into a knee-jerk reaction. Your eyes widen as his turn to slits, that stupid smirk morphing into a gleaming grin.

“Don’t tempt me.”

A wave of heat washes over you from head to toe before settling between your legs. You don’t bother to stick around, your feet carrying you out of the conference room as Bakugou’s harsh laughter trails behind you, echoing down the hallway.

Closing the door to your office behind you, you lean your back against it as you slide toward the floor, shutting your eyes tight as the memory washes over you. He’d taken you— right there on the desk you’re supposed to be working at— and ugh, it was fucking good. Shit, he was good. Dropping the folder on the floor your fingers fly to your temple, rubbing your skull in a useless attempt to push the memory away.

Alright, if you’re being honest… that was just the first time. There were, well, a handful of times following the initial incident, much to your now chagrin. There was that time in his office on the other side of the building that had a perfect view of the ocean, which you had become very familiar with while your face was pressed up against the glass and he ravaged you from behind. There was also that time when it was around this time of night and he had thrown all your paperwork off of the conference table and taken you right there, pounding into you like no tomorrow. Yeah, there were a few times you’d found yourself naked before him, pussy gripping his thick cock as your lips clashed with his.

But last time was the last time. You can’t just keep fucking him like this, all over the agency in such scandalous secrecy… the two of you hiding this gruesomely passionate beast you co-own, feeding it only once the the coast is clear and, oh, he feeds it so well… every meal a juicy, fat steak dripping with desire and euphoria, encasing your senses in a silky smooth film as his calloused hands glide all over your—  No!

You shake your head abruptly, derailing your sinful train of thought. You agreed that last time was it, fin. And… the time before that, too… and maybe the one before then as well— well, it doesn’t matter because last time was actually the last time. Pulling yourself together, you make your way toward your desk and begrudgingly begin your work.

By the time the folder is full, the clock indicates that tomorrow has begun and thus, it’s time for you to go home. Without a glance towards the conference room, you make your way toward the elevator, letting out a long sigh as the weight of the day slips from your shoulders. Jabbing your thumb into the button, you lean against the railing and check your phone out of habit. Two new messages from Jirou pique your interest, and you eagerly open the chat log to see what she’d sent.

Jiji 🎸: Girls meeting at the usual tmrw night!! Hope you can make it :)

Jiji 🎸: We all miss ya girly, you’ve been working too much lately ❤️

A part of you feels bad for misleading your friends. It’s not that you aren’t working late these days… it’s that your workload is not the only thing you’re doing when you stay after hours at the agency. Your friends had started to notice all the late nights you’d been spending at your job, and they’d begun to pout when you would bail on their bar-nights. They understood that you were working, and you hoped that they didn’t harbor any further suspicions. You had not told a single soul about your rendezvous with Bakugou Katsuki— the only person who seemed to have an inkling of your relationship, if you could call it that, was Reo.

Sliding your phone into your bag, you decide to try to make it tomorrow night. The last time had been the last time with Bakugou, so you would definitely be free tomorrow night, especially after finishing up the paperwork you had just completed minutes prior. With a wave of determination washing over you, a small smile appears on your lips as you fiddle with your staff key-card absentmindedly, wondering what you should wear when tomorrow night comes around.

When the elevator dings and opens its doors, your feet take you out of the steel chamber and into the cement confines of the parking garage. At this time of night, the only way in and out of the building is through the parking garage gate, seeing as the custodians lock up the front doors long before midnight. But you don’t mind, because the night air is fresh and cool on your face, and the subway is only a three minute walk from the garage exit. Just before you can reach out to tap your key against the automatic gate, an ear-splitting screech roars behind you and you jump, shooting straight up into the air.

Whipping around, headlights nearly blind you as they point right into your eyes. Squinting at the obnoxious light, your vision widens again when you recognize the outline of a sleek and shiny Lamborghini. An orange Lamborghini, to be precise. And a license plate with “G-ZER0” unmistakably tacked onto the front bumper, which sits almost flush against the smooth cement floor.

“Oi, Y/H/N,” a blonde head pokes out from the driver’s window, narrowed red eyes glaring at you. But his lips are curled into a smirk, clearly enjoying your frightened-animal-like reaction to the startling revv of his engine. “You’re blockin’ the way.”

Your hands indignantly turn into fists at your hips, a frown and a furrowed brow marring your expression as you turn around. Smacking the key card against the scanner you strut directly in the middle of the pavement for as long as you can before the road widens. Once the car can easily fit on either side of you, you move over to the sidewalk, arms crossed over your chest as the low car matches your pace, engine purring loudly.

The window next to you rolls down soundlessly, and the blonde leans slightly over his console to crane his face up in order to see yours. “Where are you goin’?” Bakugou inquires, and you can feel his intense gaze on the side of your face but you do not turn to acknowledge him.

“Subway.” You reply shortly, eyes trained straight ahead of you. Three minutes until you reach the subway station, exactly two corners and two blocks away.

The car roars as the angry blonde hits the pedals again, exhaust crackling with a ferocity similar to a big cat’s. The sound is deafening but you don’t waver, feet placing calmly in front of one another. “At this hour?” He pauses for a moment, long enough for you to let your guard down and chance a look at him. Which is a mistake, because goddamn he looks sexy as hell sitting in that exorbitant car, one hand thrown atop the wheel with his bicep on display, the other arm perched atop the console between the seats and those vermillion eyes blazing into you. It’s only a mere second that you give him, but he knows your resolve flutters as you look away quickly, your pace increasing to make him press on the gas just a hair harder to keep up with you.

Your breath catches in your throat when he speaks again, your heart pummeling your ribcage with vigor and a claminess lining your palms.

“Get in.”

It’s neither a question nor a statement— it’s a demand. One that has heat rising between your legs, the embers that had been so surely extinguished suddenly igniting furiously with but a scrap of sustenance. You grit your teeth and keep walking, determined not to get in the car. If you get in that car… you don’t know where you’ll end up. Or, you do know where you might end up, and that would be very bad. It takes a lot of your willpower to spit out a simple, “No thanks.”

Bakugou grumbles at your stubbornness, the vehicle screeching again as he demonstrates his displeasure and the unnecessary horsepower underneath his hood. “Come on, Y/N. Just get in,” he presses, his voice not as harsh as it was just a moment ago.

But you hold your own, flipping a stray lock of hair over your shoulder. “Aw,” you smirk, humoring him for a millisecond as your eyes flick over to him, “‘ya worrying ‘bout me now, Boom-Boy?” Your lips curl into a satisfied smirk as he visibly bristles in the corner of your eye.

“Damn it, I’m trying ‘ta— tch,” Bakugou grumbles and cuts himself off before he apparently decides he’s not going to play the familiar game of cat and mouse with you, “Fuck this.” Tires squealing on the rubble, the sleek car leaves you in the dust, sharply turning the corner ahead of you before disappearing into the night, the noise of the thundering engine echoing through the tall cityscape.

You glare at the corner ahead of you, unimpressed. He was trying to— to what, put you in a pissy mood? Hell of a job he did, if that was the case. Frown sinking into your cheeks deeper than before, you continue your way to the subway station while you pull your phone out to distract you from your miffed thoughts. Turning around the very same corner the orange sports car had rounded just a minute ago, you nearly drop your belongings when a pair of rough hands grip your biceps.

Relief washes over you for a moment when you meet Bakugou's irritated expression, before horror spreads through your limbs as he shoves you into his open passenger door. Without much of a fight you’re inside the vehicle, fruitlessly yanking the door handle only to find it’s locked shut. Sliding back into the luxurious leather seat, you scowl at the hero as he slams his door closed and snags the black seatbelt over his torso. “The fuck, Bakugou?” You hiss, attempting the door again to no avail.

“Hey, easy with that!” He growls, a thick finger flicking the pedal shifter into drive and slapping his boot against the gas. His eyes meet yours as a wicked grin lifts his lips. “Buckle up, Princess.”

Your head smacks against the back of the seat as the car lurches into a velocity that no doubt exceeds the speed-limit. Your hands scramble over your shoulder and you frantically grab the metal clip, unceremoniously shoving the belt across your lap to find its destination. Once the joint clicks into place, your eyes fly to the man beside you, pure rage boiling underneath your skin. “You asshole! I’m gonna rip your dick off!” You yell, the slightly ajar windows letting air zip into the cabin and howl in your ears, your hair flying around your face.

“I love it when you talk dirty to me,” he quips dryly, voice deep but holding an infuriatingly potent tone of amusement.

You shut up at that, heat rising to your cheeks as you look out the window defiantly, away from him. Your eyes trail over the interior of the car, curiosity winning you over as you your fingers trace the smooth features lining the inside of the door. There’s a soft underlighting beneath the seats, glowing an acidic green to compliment the orange of the exterior in a display that screams man with an enormous ego. You roll your eyes, adjusting your legs to point away from him as much as possible.

“I didn’t know you had a Lamborghini. This how you get into your slutty fangirls’ pants? Take ‘em for a ride in the Baku-bile?” You ask, shooting daggers into his sharp jawline. The premise of him fucking faceless girls in the very seat you’re in makes you want to throw up in disgust.

Bakugou snorts at the name, scarlet eyes snapping toward you before settling back on the road. “Don’t need to show ‘em my car to take ‘em for a ride,” he answers snidely, a sharp canine gleaming at you from his smirk.

You don’t acknowledge his reply, one arm crossed over your chest and the other gripping the side of the door harshly as the city flies by outside the windows. You wonder where he’s taking you, because he never asked for your address, but you sure as hell aren’t going to start up a conversation again with that dickwad, so you just simmer in your displeasure instead.

The ride is surprisingly smooth and you would never admit it, but the feeling of him stepping on the acceleration makes your heart thud, adrenaline coursing through your veins and washing over you. You try your best to hide your excitement with every boost of speed, but you don’t catch Bakugou’s eyes lingering on your tiny smile every time he accelerates. You almost whine when the car slows and you pull into an empty parking lot, apprehension settling in your chest as the engine cuts and you’re left in silence, with him. A public park stretches before the lot, empty swings and monkey-bars twirling leisurely in the wind.

He doesn’t say a word, so after an incredibly long and awkward minute you break the ice. “Bakugou… what are we doing here?” You turn to him expectantly, lips melting back into a frown as you give him a once-over. He’s still in that tank top, which you curse for being a part of his hero costume. Why the hell did he have to choose something so flattering?

The blonde casts a side glance at you, leaning back slightly in his seat. “Wanted to have a chat with ‘ya,” he says, turning to look at you fully. The car seems like it is not big enough, for he’s only a short distance away from you and looking handsome as ever. The park before the windshield is illuminated by only the moon and starlight, casting a soft glow onto his smooth skin. The stubble on his jaw scatters tiny shadows across his chin, and those scarlet eyes peer into yours deeply. The moment is full of unrestrained tension, until he speaks again. “Coulda done this in the garage but your stubborn ass wouldn’t gimme the time of day,” he grumbles, effectively releasing you from his trance.

You blink and look away before returning your attention to him, a sour expression on your face. “Okay, dipshit, what did you wanna talk about?” You huff, arms crossing over your chest defensively. So you might have gotten yourself into this, but only a tiny bit.

You’re left hanging, expectantly eyeing him with a measured gaze. His eyes are locked with yours, but his mouth doesn’t move, not a semblance of a word on his lips. You give him that ‘eyes widening and head jutting forward, I’m waiting for you to talk’ look, but still he’s quiet. Tossing your hair over your shoulder impatiently, you let out a frustrated sigh as you close your eyes. “Look,” you start, turning back to him ready to flame his ass, “I don’t—”

Bakugou’s lips are on yours, his hands clutching your jaw and pushing your mouth into his while he leans forward over the console between the seats. A moan tears from your lungs, the familiar scent of caramel crashing over you as he fills up your senses, fingertips weaving into the hair behind your ears. His tongue thrusts into your mouth, greeting yours like a lover desperate to hold his beloved, caressing and rolling and dancing.

Suddenly your hands are on him, one around his back and pressing him toward you while the other threads through his silky soft tresses. A groan rumbles out of him as you pull against his scalp, one of his hands slipping down the back of your head to hold where your neck meets your shoulders, squeezing the sides of your throat gently. An embarrassing mewl floats out of you at that, a string of saliva connecting your mouths as you both gasp for breath.

His red eyes twinkle at you mockingly, a sultry snarl on his lips. But Bakugou doesn’t dare say a word, instead claiming your lips again with his own, sucking in your bottom lip and biting gently with his pointy canines. The hand on your neck remains strong, while his other hand slithers down your chest, groping your breast with enthusiasm and his thumb roving over your already-hard nipple, which he can feel through the fabric of your skin-tight hero costume and bra. He moans at the discovery, fingers eagerly flying to your side and unraveling the zipper there, watching as the skin of your exposed chest becomes illuminated in a mixture of moonlight and the green glow emanating from beneath the seats. Tugging the wire to rest atop your tits, he nearly growls at the sight of them, diving face-first toward you and wrapping his mouth around a nipple. You buck into him, falling back uncomfortably onto the door, but he just crawls onto his seat and leans further into you, red eyes darting up to catch your wanton expression.

Desperately gripping at the shreds of your sanity, a tiny part of you screams out at the wrongness of the situation. “We shouldn't… fuck, Bakug— ohhh,” you whimper as he nibbles at you, your heart rate skyrocketing in desire as you close your eyes, trapping your trembling lip between your teeth. The rationale is pushed away, the only thing you can pay attention to being the way Bakugou’s mouth feels latched onto you, and the hand traveling down your torso to tease between your legs. His rough fingers prod at your cunt through your leotard, expertly locating your clit through the cloth and focusing extra attention there. Simmering tendrils of heat burst through you and you cry out, legs weakly drawing his wide frame closer to you.

After a moment Bakugou sits back in his seat, pulling you with him. It’s a little rocky, not a perfect transition, but you make your way to sit on his lap nonetheless. His large hands palm your tits roughly, pinching your nipples as his tongue wrestles with yours, your moans leaking into his mouth. His body jerks in surprise as your hips begin to roll against his, and you can feel just how bad he wants this too, rubbing into you against your thigh. It only makes him touch you harder, leaning down slightly and becoming lost in the heated kiss. A hand trails down your waist to grab a handful of your ass, cupping the flesh before he slaps it harshly, then holding it in his palm again as his fingers dig into your skin. He drinks up every noise you release, like a starved man receiving his first meal in forever. He pulls away to kiss down your neck, tongue licking a stripe down your throat before his warm mouth lands on your skin, nipping and lathering and sucking.

“This is,” you gasp, coming up for air and that scrap of sanity surfacing in your mind again, “We shouldn’t be doing this, we— we said that last time was the, ahuh-ahh, last… last time.”

Bakugou sucks harder against your neck, his hands on either ass cheek and pulling your bottom against him. The friction of his cock against your core, even with your clothes separating you, makes your head spin and your voice die out. “You want me to stop, hah?” He grumbles against your throat, slick with his saliva. He rolls your hips against his particularly hard, and your hand reaches out to latch onto his shoulder as your pussy twinges in your panties.

You cannot reply, only a high-pitched whimper tumbles out of you because suddenly he’s pushing aside your leotard and panties, digits dipping into your humiliatingly wet entrance. His fingers easily glide up and down your slit, thumb flicking cruelly against your clit as you double over, nails breaching the skin on his shoulders.

“Doesn’t seem like you know what you want,” he comments, voice gravelly and timbre. His other hand rests on your hip, keeping you from grinding against him. He’s looking up at you, eyes darkened with lust and that haughty grin splitting his lips.

You glare at him, eyebrow twitching at his torment, mouth wavering as his fingers continue to tease along your sopping folds. After being with him so many times, you know what he’s waiting for, but you’re absolutely torn; a moth drawn to the flame yet wary of being burnt. “Please, Bakugou,” you murmur, eyes begging him to give you more.

Bakugou’s brow quirks upright, a single knuckle pushing into you and rubbing against your velvet walls. “Please, what, Princess?” He drawls out, almost purring at having you in his favorite position. That being, you, desperate for his touch.

You groan, throwing your head back as another knuckle slides inside, two wide fingertips stretching your cunt so infuriatingly shallowly. You try to move your hips but his grip is iron on your waist, and a long whine falls out of your mouth. “Just— Pleaseee Katsuki,” you beg, not wanting to say the words he truly wants, but not giving him nothing as his name leaves your lips so seductively.

His nostrils flare as he exhales, shifting underneath you as you feel his cock twitch against your leg. “I thought you wanted me to stop?” He growls, tone low enough you can feel his words shake his lungs. They shake something within you, too.

“No,” you breathe out, placing your lips softly against his before pulling away, your eyes boring into his, “I want this, I want you so bad.”

Bakugou groans as he drives his fingers into you knuckle-deep, curling his fingertips and rubbing against your insides. You moan like a whore at the sensation, his thumb still working on your clit clumsily as he pumps his fingers into you. His lips capture yours again, the hand on your hip jumping up to grab onto your neck again and push your lips harder onto his.

A searing heat ebbs through your body as his digits dutifully work within you, and you can’t help but begin to drop your hips against his hand, grinding onto his fingers without restraint. Bakugou clearly appreciates that, a loud moan ripping out of his lungs at the novelty and his fingers press harder into you, colliding into that spongy spot deep inside. You sob at the intensity, pleasure wracking through you as the angle only makes it easier for him to hit that spot— again, and again, and again— until white shapes flash before your eyes and you’re clutching onto him, screaming out as ecstasy thrums through your entire being.

After a minute of your pussy fluttering around him, Bakugou’s fingers pull out of you, and you finally open your eyes to see him looking at you like you’re the hottest person on the planet. “Fuck,” he snarls, lip twitching as he lifts his hips, tugging down his black pants and briefs half-way down his thighs. His heavy cock smacks against his abdomen, looking pale and pretty in the low lighting, glistening with a bead of pre rolling down the side of his length.

You lick your lips at the sight, the desire to shove him into your mouth overcoming you. Bakugou catches your reaction, a low chuckle reverberating his chest and making you glance at him. “I wanna suck you off,” you say quietly, looking over to the passenger seat and wondering if you could do it from that position, because you certainly can’t do it from where you are now.

“Thas’kay Princess,” he mumbles, grabbing your chin and forcing your lips to meet his once again. His tongue glides over your lip slowly, his other hand smacking your ass roughly before he grabs the inside of your thigh, spreading you above him. “That can wait. Need you right now.”

His words send a different kind of shiver down your spine— the kind that was the whole reason why you’d told yourself you needed to stop fucking him in the first place. But right now, in this moment, there is no way you’re not going to fuck him. You’d already come this far, you might as well just indulge yourself in him.

So you do, and you both let out a breath of satisfaction as you rub your dripping cunt against the underside of his length. You lather him up, slickening his member in your arousal from back to front before you press your lips onto his, soft but passionate, and you welcome him inside with ease.

Bakugou’s head falls back onto the headrest as his hands lay slack on your hips. He’s reclined, but his red eyes jump between your face, your tits, and your cunt that sucks him up so greedily as you begin to bounce above him. His mouth hangs open slightly as you find your rhythm, your hands ripping up the bottom of his tank top to lay your palms on his chest and his abs, a thumb scratching through his kept and dark happy trail. “Hah— fuck, Y/NNN,” he moans, closing his eyes to succumb to the pleasure for a moment before he forces them back open, refusing to miss out on such a dreamy sight. Memorizing your body, willing himself to remember each moan and blissful expression you give, storing it away so he can burn them into his spank bank.

Once he’s had his fill of the wondrous sight, he sits up, mouth sucking in your nipple as his hands still your hips, grabbing the flesh there and wiggling to adjust himself underneath you. Ecstasy shoots through you as he takes the lead, thrusting up harshly to prod deep inside your womb, stretching you out and rubbing so deliciously against your g-spot. “Oh, god, Katsuki,” you wheeze as he just goes faster, thick and muscular thighs providing enough means to continue like this for who knows how long. Just as you begin to feel your orgasm build once again, his pace slows, and you’re about to complain before a long finger is thrust into your mouth.

Bakugou groans as your tongue coats the digit in spit, not needing instruction. “You gonna be a good girl for me, Princess?” He questions before he takes the finger out.

Your arms fold around his neck as you nod and kiss him again, drunk on his lips and his touch. He welcomes the tender moment, a hand planting on your ass and spreading you again before his wet finger meets your asshole, making you jump into him with wide eyes. “Ka—”

His lips pull you back in, silencing your hesitance as he begins to thrust his cock up into you again, pace measured and slow. The roll of his hips provides a new type of pleasure as his cock drags against your inner walls, your clit rolling on his pelvis. You quiver on top of him, hole puckering as his finger rubs around your rim. You whimper when he pushes inside, the small stretch foreign and stinging. But he doesn’t push it any further, just continues to lazily grind up inside of you, his tongue playing with yours. He only breaks away to whisper praise to you that makes your pussy shiver around him, “Good girl, you’re sucha good girl Y/N.”

Before long the digit is up to the second knuckle, and you’re a moaning mess above him. The feeling of his finger in your ass, with his cock stretching and pushing in and out of you— it has your eyes crossing in pleasure. The thin wall separating his cock and his finger continues to rub exquisitely on both sides, sending waves of fuzzy bliss coursing through your limbs.

The extra penetration seems to also be affecting Bakugou, for his thrusts begin to pick up as he starts slapping up into you with renewed ferocity. The stimulation from your pussy and your clit already have you clenching, but then he starts to push his finger in and out of your ass slowly, and you’re holding onto him for dear life, your head on his shoulder as you mewl into his neck. You can feel your orgasm approaching, and so can Bakugou, who nuzzles your face a bit before he kisses you again. Your lips dance sloppily, your body jostling as he pounds into you from below, and you begin to whimper as your cunt tightens around his cock.

“Still want me to stop?” He hisses, rough palm clapping across your ass cheek.

“Fuck no,” you pant, planting your knees on the seat beside his thighs and bucking up and down in tune with his pace.

Bakugou groans at your initiative, knuckle sliding deeper inside of you and gauging your reaction as your shudder against him in pleasure. “You like a finger in the ass, hah? Fucking slut,” he snarls as he rubs the digit inside of you, eliciting a low moan from the depths of your lungs.

You’re bouncing on his lap as best as you can, your head skimming the top of the car’s interior while you claw at his shoulders. “God, Katsuki, mphhh—” The added pressure of you sinking down as he ruts up is almost enough for you to cum, and Bakugou knows exactly how close to the finish line you are, grabbing your jaw and tugging your face to hang directly in front of his.

You brow furrows and your heartbeat hastens at the intimacy, passion crackling between the pair of you as his vermillion orbs burn into you. You don’t want to let him see such a vulnerable part of you, but he starts to slam into that spot deep inside of you mercilessly, determined to show you how good he can make you feel. Your orgasm tears through you and an overwhelming heat blasts into your body like wildfire through dry grass. A broken shriek releases from you as your eyes slam shut, limbs shaking, nails diving into his traps, and toes curling in your shoes.

Bakugou gasps as you constrict around him, moving his hands to clasp onto your hips tightly, throwing your body down to meet his as he pistons into you. Skull falling backwards limply, your tongue lolls out like a bitch in heat, his actions dragging out your mind-numbing climax delightfully long. He launches at the exposed skin of your neck, teeth sinking into your throat hard enough to leave dark bruises there, moaning shamelessly into your flesh as his thrusts become quicker, needier. “S-Shit, where should I— ‘m gonna—”

Your fingers rush to his hair, snapping his head backwards and his eyes widen in surprise, but you smother his open mouth with yours immediately, your tongue plunging into his wet cavern and claiming him as your own. Your hips hurl onto his with finality and the blonde stiffens beneath you, trembling fingers pressing into your skin. A loud groan rattles both of your bodies as his load spills into you, coating your womb in his sticky release as you continue to drop onto his searing cock slowly. When he comes down from his high he squeezes your waist gently to signal you to stop, sitting back with his jaw hung open slightly, laboured and choppy breaths making his sculpted chest rise and fall sharply.

You let him pull you into his embrace, his large biceps caging you against his chest as he tries to catch his breath. It’s peaceful laying in his arms, the post-orgasm bliss thriving and filling the entire cabin of the vehicle in a hot and sweet scent. Or maybe that was just Bakugou— you subtly sniff his skin and smile, the caramel-like aroma from his exertion wafting off of him. He’s warm, and somehow even though his muscles are rock-hard beneath you, his embrace is soft. You nuzzle into his neck as his fingers glide over your moist back, arms locked around your waist.

Neither of you say a word, two heartbeats thumping rapidly against each other as you enjoy each other’s presence. The both of you desperately cling to this moment of serenity, knowing that soon enough you’ll have to go back to normal, and this will have just been another “last time.”  

   ─── ・°* ﾟ✧:* • ｡ﾟ:*･☽･*: ｡ﾟ•*:✧ ﾟ*°・ ───

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no one asked for this but i did it anyway 🤪🤪 happy birthday blasty 💥💚🧡

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[snarkwrites]

ooh la la. can i ask for i - j - k for bucky barnes?

Fuck yeah. Yeah  you certainly can my beautiful precious anon! Ilysm for sending me a Bucky ask because I’ve honestly been dying to attempt writing him more often? So yes,yes, fuck yes, thank you for this ask.

Warnings:

{NSFW CONTENT. ABSOLUTELY NO MINORS.} If you’re underage, this wasn’t written for you nor should you be reading it. If you do read it and you encounter something you weren’t supposed to see and that upsets you, this is strictly your own problem. You were clearly warned and you continued to read. Not my fault.

If you choose to stick around, first of all, yay. Secondly, these are the things you need to be aware of going into this post: masturbation, various kinks not limited to bondage / authority / daddy / breeding / orgasm control / voyeurism, and honestly, that’s it..

Tagging:

@chasingeverybreakingwave

@babysimpala - bc torture lmaooo

@kyleoreillysknee

@micolegg 

@mrsstevenbuchananstark

Other Stuff:

[ faq | nsfw masterlist - absolutely no minors | tag list doc ] 

bucky barnes + intimacy | jack off | kinks

i = intimacy, how intimate are they in the moment?

-- Ugh, this man.. Listen, he is soft and sweet when he’s really in love and he’s let those walls down and just.. He’s touching you and whispering soft words against your skin. He’s holding you and kissing you and leaving marks hidden all over you. Even when he’s not emotionally attached to his partner, he can’t quite bring himself to be cold or distant. He’s constantly touching / holding. Whispering encouragement and affection. So I have to say he’s pretty damn intimate I’d think.

j=jack off, masturbation headcanons?

-- Bucky likes it when you watch him masturbate. Especially when he can see how crazy it drives you. And when you start joining in? It’s all he can do to focus on his own impending pleasure because he’s just too caught up in watching you get yours. He also likes it when you jack him off. Or you start giving him a hand job that ends in a messy, deep throating blow job. 

k= kinks, what are some of their kinks?

-- Oh god, okay.. First of all we have an authority kink. If you address him by his rank or Sir.. You are getting railed against the nearest flat surface. He’s into risky sex, so the fact that doing it in a barely private place could result in someone seeing you two going at it really feeds his voyeurism kink. We’re just.. not getting into the smallish breeding kink he may or may not have. Or the fact that the first time you let him use one of his old suit ties to tie your hands and blindfold you, it was all he could do to focus on the actual sensual torture he was trying to give you because all he wanted to do was bury his cock deep inside you. This one isn’t sexual, but he has a voice kink.. He loves accents. And he loves soft or deep voices. There’s just something about voices that turn him on... Fuck I hope I answered this well... 

[seungstarss]

HI SEI

omfg i just read the latest updates of recall and?? ⁉️⁉️🤨 GIRL WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG W U????? NAURRRR COS MY HEART IS ACTUALLY BREAKING RN THIS IS SO NOT OK 😭😭 I JUST WANT YNWON TO BE HAPPY AND IK I WAS EXCITED ABT FINDING OUT THE REST OF THE PLOT BUT LIKE??? U LITERALLY SWEPT ME OFF MY FEET BC I TOTALLY DIDNT EXPECT ANY OF THAT AT ALL ARE U KIDDING????? OH EM JAYYYYY RECALL IS SO FUCKING GOOD ITS LITERALLY AMAZING BUT MY HEAD IS IN MY HANDS AND IM SHAKING IM QUIVERING IM ON MY KNEES BEGGING FOR A HAPPY ENDING BUT KNOWING U……….

ON A SRS NOTE THO I FUCKING L O V E RECALL!!! SEI how the FUCK did u come up w this like are u joking??? UR BRAIN??? >>>> UGH i’m in love w the storyline like it’s actually so so interesting and i’m just in luv w how nuanced ur characters are :< they all have their backstories and motivations and reasoning behind their decision making which makes it so so immersive to read??? IVE HONESTLY ENJOYED READING EVERY SINGLE ONE OF UR CHARACTERS SO FAR??? all of yn’s friends are so so supportive and cute and bring sm energy to an otherwise angsty asf fic ,, jungwons friends r also legit so cute in their own way and can we talk abt the antagonists too like ????? YURI ???? REI????? THE WAY WE HAVENT EVEN FINISHED THE STORY YET BC NOW IM WONDERING WHAT PART YURI HAD IN THE ACCIDENT TOO???? ICB UVE ONLY REVEALED A PART OF WHAT HAPPENED (ALBEIT A BIG PART) AND THERE R STILL 5 MORE CHAPTERS TO GO??? MOMMY COME PICK ME UP IM FUCKING SCARED IM ACTUALLY QUAKING RN 😭😭 BUT HOLY CRAP SEI I RLYL RLLY RLLY RLLY CANT PRAISE U ENOUGH BC BFFIE U ARE DOING THE BESTEST JOB EVER??? I LOGE THE PLOT THE CHARACTERS THE TEXTS THE MEMES THE PACE OF THE PLOT AND THE WAY U GIVE LITTLE CLUES WITHOUT REVEALING TOO MUCH??? UGHHH URE ACTUALLY TOO GOOD AT THIS 😭💗💗

YNWON ARE SO FUCKING TRAGIC. like the fact they secretly liked each other and were super duper close and did everything w each other was CUTE enough, only for yn to find out jungwons secret :( tbf, i’m sure his fake reputation was already in the making before they met (unless i’m dumb and got the timeline mixed up), so it’s not like he could’ve just randomly told her right :((( i mean ofc it would’ve been better to come clean ab it but i get it :((( it makes me so sad to think yn had been wiped of her memories and jungwon was left to toss up between wanting her to remember their best times and not wanting her to hate him all over again :<< THIS IS SO FUCKING SAD 😭😭 i’m actually so sad rn nobody talk to me,,,,, IT ACTYALLY BREAKS MY HEART TO THINK THAT YNWON CAN ONLY GET TGT IF SHE CAN SEE HIS GOOD AND HIS BAD SIDES AND ACCEPT HIM ENTIRELY FOR WHO HE IS??? I WONDER IF SHE CAN SEE PAST THIS ☹️ BUT YN MY LOVE ITS OK IF U DONT…. men aint shit anyway ig 🚶‍♀️

anyway recall 2/10; super interesting love the characters the plot is flawless but?? author is kinda whack and loves to hurt people ?? so yuhhh i’m gna subtract 8 points :>

OML MY FAV MAI!! I HOPE YOU'RE DOING WELL OH EM GEE🥺 I SAW YOUR REBLOGS AND I HAD SM FUN REAFING THEM STAHQGQJQ YOU ALWAYS GIVE ME SM SUPPORT THAT I DONT DESERVE 😭😭😭 BUT TY FOR ALWAYS GIVING ME THE CONFIDENCE TO KEEP WRITING AAAA

YES THE MYSTERY OF YN'S ACCIDENT IS FINALLY SOLVED 😭 IT WAS HIM ALL ALONG AND YEAH I BET YN IS FEELING CONFLICTED AS HELL RN LIKE 😭 I CAN'T IMAGINE WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO HAVE SOMEONE YOU CARED FOR SM JUST LYING TO YOU :"(((( BUT YESS JUNGWON DID HAVE THIS WHOLE IMAGE THING SET UP ALREADY WHEN HE MET YN :((( JW WAS DEF GOONG THROUGH HELL FLAMES WHEN HE WAS THE ONLY ONE LEFT WITH THE MEMORIES :( THAT'S WHY BOY WANTED TO STAY AS FAR AWAY FROM HER AS HE COULD,,,, BUT GOSH IT MUST'VE HURT LIKE SHIT TO LOSE SOMEONE WHEN IT WASNT YOUR INTENTION TO BUT IT WAS UR FAULT 😭😭😭 BUT YES 5 MORE CHAPTERS TO GO!! SO LETS SEE HOW THIS PLAYS OUT 😘😘

MuahHQHAHAH HURTING PEOPLE WUTH MY STORIES IS MY FAV GENRE 🤩