#while i get it. just... idk. feels like when they killed flash. so much shit we might never ever get back

[nim-rambles]

~Reincarnated as a Knolastname~

Note: HAPPY SPOOKY MONTH!! 🎃👻 gonna be honest- I actually think Crimson might have cared atleast a bit for Moxxie when he was a child 😭 Anyway~ take some reincarnated Moxxie’s Sister Reader Headcanons!! 🥳 Do keep in mind that characters may be ooooooooc, and when there’s 8 O’s you know it’s extreme 🤯. Also I haven’t been doing Tokito Twin’s content for a while so I just wanna reassure that I have some HCs coming up for them 😫!! Enjoy!

P.s in the back flashes of EXES AND OOHS I think Moxxie was 4? Yeah so that makes you 7, your 3 years older 😋👌 tho age is not mentioned at all- and I will make fics of this 😤

Warnings: a lot of slang(not rlly a warning, just thought I’d mention), ooc, may have punctuation, spelling grammer/etc errors,

Info: idk man just wanted to add this 😐

Edit: HOW DOES SOMETHING LIKE THIS- A POST I BARELY PUT ANY EFFORT INTO GET MORE RECOGNITION THEN THIS POST, THE ONE I ACTUALLY PUT EFFORT INTO 👹👹 I appreciate the likes tho don’t take it in a bad way- 😭👌

Edit#2: I recommend u don’t read 💀👍

Helluva Boss Masterlist

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~Reaction to being Reincarnated~

-long story short you don’t know how you ended up here but you found yourself being the daughter of some random old ass guy that’s gonna be the main reason for your character development arc.

-at least that mom with an unknown name will provide you sweets and shit-

-gonna put sum realz shizz on this family fr.

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~Death~

-isn’t this Tumblr? Yeah long story short this turned into a Wattpad story for a second and the famous Truck-kun killed you 🗿 but you forgive Truck-kun since Truck-kun’s just being Truck-kun 😌.

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~Inside a Mansion~

Yup this “Mansion” is someone’s womb, zamn how da heck do you still have memories of your past life? Also why does your very tiny unformed body kinda look like an imp? Just like one from your favourite show Helluva Boss? How can you even see??? It’s pitch black bro- meh it’s whatever 🤷‍♀️ it’s fun kicking at least-

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~Borth~

…I’m not even gonna explain this 🫡 but just so you know Crimson was not there for your birth 😶

-at least you still have the same Borthdah as you did before you were reincarnated???

-Girly just 🖕 this bullshit why’d you have to be re-born in this family out of all the ones in Helluva Boss? I mean- you don’t mind being Moxxie’s gay emo sister but like- Crimson…CRIMSON. Tho make sure to start those teenager phases early so no one becomes suspicious of you when your going through the teenage thinga ma jig 😔

-but yay! You bet that Moxxie’s mom- well basically your mom now, WILL BE THE BEST 😩

-but girly you weren’t even fazed when reincarnated- just accepted it like a champ 😎

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~Crimson’s First Thoughts On You~

-Absolutely nothing- 😃

-only thought of you as his heiress and DEFINITELY to lead his Mob in the future 😔

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~[Unknown]’s First Thoughts On You~

-this is the Mom btw 😃

-gonna be honest I don’t know much since we’ve never really gotten a FULL view of her personality- all that I know is that she’s kind? 🤷‍♀️ Yuh so I won’t really directly say what she thought but I guess I can just- I don’t know man just read I guess 😃👌

-101% THOUGHT YOU WERE CUTE AF!! what happened to infinite%? 😢

-she felt a warm and fuzzy feeling inside, something she never felt ever since she married Crimson 😔.

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~Moxxie’s First Thoughts On You~

-‘Guppa duppa poo daaah dooo’

-don’t tell me you actually expected a real thought from him- Broski was just born 😔

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~Your First Thoughts On Moxxie~

-‘zamn bro’s crying on his borthduh I could never 🙄💅’

-girly he’s like a few minutes old what on Satan’s ass are you talkin ‘bout? 😀

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~What Crimson Thinks Of You~

-your a nuisance, like- what do you mean when you say “put those dawgs away💀”

-yeah you definitely got in trouble so many times- this stupid MF can’t understand slang and just thinks your insulting everyone around you 😶

-forget about you being his heiress, might as well make Moxxie his heir instead 😠

-Now take a very ooc dialogue 😋 btw this is after the Mom’s death 😃

-“[Name], cut it out. That will happen if you don’t stop.” He says calmly, too calm for you to know he’s pissed. (he was implying that he will drown you just like he did to the Mom btw-)

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~What [Unkown] Thinks Of You~

-Loved you from the moment she layed her eyes on you 😩 (cheesy much 😶)

-wrote more then a dictionary just to prove how much she loves you 😔

-yuh that’s all I got 😐

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~What Moxxie Thinks Of You~

He’s 4 rn-

-HE LOVES YOU!!

-your his sister why wouldn’t he- ?

-your basically his partner in crime 😈 both of you steal treats from the kitchen when your not supposed to 😤👍

-if the Mom found you 2 being naughty then sorry to tell you but yer’ both getting a time out 😔

-…BUT IF CRIMSON FOUND YOU- yuh that’s somehow gonna become a family issue problemo 😶💦______________________________________________________________________

I sometimes forget writing is for fun- but I certainly had fun writing this 😎 now I’m gonna tag this in some tags that this doesn’t even relate to which will make everyone hate me but they will soon worship me after reading this masterpiece. Praise this shit rn *points gun at you*

[bunnygirl678]

Back at it again with another Reguri AU that I don't have time to write. So steal it please! Seriously feel free to write, draw, or use it to distract your mind enough to fall asleep (is that a thing other people do or am I just freaking weird)

-Red and Green are on their honeymoon in alola (duh) and they are doing a fun little couples battle with some of the alolan pokemon they've caught

-one of the tapu's sees them and wants to fuck with them cause they're unhinged (my 5 year old has rewatched the sun/moon anime like 15 times and i still can't remember which one does what)

-sends green back into time (note this is gonna be like dragon ball z time travel where it just created a new timeline or whatever)

-he gets transported midbattle with little red, but like not the championship and most of his pokemon haven't evolved yet

-Big!green is just like awwww you guys were so cute, little!red immediately realizes that somehow Green aged like 12 years in a flash and is obv confused, green explains that he was on vacay with his Red and got sent here somehow, let's go to the lab and see if gramps can help

-they travel to the lab or whatever, and the prof is immediately like "My dead son!" cause my hc is that green looks identical to his dad, and big!green is like nah sorry gramps it's just me from the future

-and they all talk and little!red is like, you aren't an asshole, anymore? and big!green like apologizes for little!green, and is like it may not seem like it but i know he cares about you, because big!green knows that during their journey he realized he had feelings for red, but like didn't want them so he just started being an asshole

-at some point daisy sees the ring and is like "oh you got married?! Whos the lucky lady anyone we know yet?" and big!green kinda like does an awkward quick glance at little!red, and is trying to figure out how to not out his past self because this isn't his secret to tell

-the prof is like 'oh holy shit you and red figured things out' cause he observes and figured it out when green was like 7 or something, and little!red is like wtf and big!green is like yeah but not for a while and then he gives little!red some training just cause what else are they going to do, plus little!red is having a crisis, cause he thinks his version of green hates him

-then it like flips to big!red's perspective and little!green shows up freaking out shouting for his red cause they were just together, and he see's big!red who is swole af and doesn't look that much like his red so he thinks his red has been kidnapped or something, and little!green goes absolutely feral, cause remember he has feelings for his red

-he's like i'll kill you, did you hurt him, where's red, and big!red is like this is the most adorable thing I've ever seen, and like big!green at one point had told him that he had feelings for Red when they were small but Red didn't really believe it until that moment, and also he's like hmmm green and i should adopt cause he's like high on honeymoon and little!green is such a cutie

-Big!Red is like i'm red, it's fine, little!green doesn't believe it until big!red brings up something that like only he would remember like they caught a caterpie together or something idk

-big!red goes and buys little!green some food and they kinda talk and little!green can't stop staring cause wow big!red looks so different, then he sees the wedding ring and is like devastated, and is trying not to cry or whatever and big!red is like able to read him like a book cause it's green even though it's little!green it's still green, and he like pulls out his phone and it's a photo from their wedding and little!green like short circuts cause he didn't even realize that was an option

-somehow they get to switch back and the other timeline red/green work out their issues quickly both with knowledge of the future and they start dating at like 14, cause 11 year olds don't date, and red never goes up the mountain except for the occasional week of training and green always goes with him and it's never angsty like the other timeline

-the alolan honeymooners are just glad to be together again and they finish their time in alola and red's like let's adopt and green's like whatever makes you happy

[anonymousduud]

I logged onto Destiny 2 trying to decide if I actually wanted to play or not and started to pretend I was making a video talking about my opinions on each season and expansion. After a little while, I started to realize exactly why I don’t really like playing Destiny 2 anymore.

I’m sure many people have said the same things I’m about to say but I’m gonna post this anyway.

When you first open the timeline, you’re placed at where we currently are: The Final Shape. I read the cool ass summary as I’ve done before with a little less awe than the last eight times. I go back in the timeline and start to reminisce on every single little thing and all the cool moments I got to experience. I talk about my favorite expansions: Beyond Light, Forsaken, Shadowkeep. My favorite seasons: Anything with Rasputin; PEAK, loved season of the forge for Ada alone, and Arrivals was so thrilling; a terrifying build up to the future of the game.

(Gonna try to speed this along) The Witch Queen left me so confused but not in “I didn’t really understand it way” even though what I’m about to say makes it seem like I didn’t, but in a “there was a lot to unpack that we never (even currently) got into” way. It felt a little hallow but the new abilities starting with Void 3.0 and onward were cool! Still, it felt a little hallow and because we never did very much in Savathûn’s throne world, the feeling stayed.

Lightfall also felt hallow but I think it was supposed to be like that. Besides the difficulty lock (is it just me or is being on Neomuna hard as shit??) and not really exploring the humanity of the city and all they’ve been doing since the collapse and how our war finally coming to their shores AND how they feel about lightbearers would change anything at all, Lightfall was not bad in my eyes☺️. CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE SEASONS AFTER THAT THOUGH?

Oh my lort like ok, Defiance.. not bad. I get it, protecting our home should be a top priority. Amanda died though and I…. don’t really know why. What was the point of that. Anyway, we move. Ok, so, how do we get through the portal? It’s been like.. a month since the Witness went through? It’s probably already done so much irreparable damage and who knows what else. We need to- Oh! Titan’s back… well ok I guess we should see what that’s about.

We meet Ahsa and she tells us more about the Witness but only AFTER we do weeks of the cycle of killing hive, taken, and fallen over and over and over again. Then at the end we say: “Ok, now that you’re free, do you have any idea how to get through the portal??” She says (love Ahsa btw): “Oh, well, you need to ask Savathûn about all that idk… By the way… can you keep running those dives for me for a couple more weeks?🤭” THAT WAS LIKE… AN ENTIRE MONTH OF… GO ASK SAVATHÛN. WHO IS DEAD.

Ok, fine. Immaru, can we- “Aha!” Immaru says. “She KNEW that you’d come crawling to us eventually! But if you want our help, you’ll have to do us a small favor…” Does it include running the same (kind of annoyingly difficult) missions for a month on end? “🙂‍↕️” Big sigh. Ok, what do you want. “Kill Xivu Arath, the Hive God of War.” I should genuinely slap the bright dust out of you. It’s another month of these runs and the Witness is still doing.. something inside of the Traveler. It was a little fun climbing Savathûn’s tower (hehe) but it got old after a while, and a while had long since passed by the time we got to the finale. And so we ask again: Savathûn, we’ve kinda duped you but you like that, right? Can our reward be you telling us how to get through the portal to save the universe that you also want to live in??! “No.🙂‍↔���😘” Right, right… She didn’t even make it obvious either. She flashed a titty at us and said good luck before fucking off. Well thank God for our Guardian’s photographic memory. We have to ask Riven. …oh my God, we have to ask Riven.

We get to the dreaming city and oh my God I started to lose interest so bad. The Witness is literally on vacation and we’re kinda just playing detective or something, trying to find whoever has the answers we need. So we summon her: Heyyy- “I actually have ONNNNE tiny favor to ask of you😜” OUR UNIVERSE IS ABOUT TO END CAN ANYONE BE SERIOUS?? We start a scavenger hunt for Rivens eggs. Honestly? Cool story. Can’t wait to see her children in game. (Hopefully) But it’s just a constant rinse and repeat.. for another month. (I’m saying “month” because I genuinely don’t remember how long the seasons are.) We complete the bargain and the portal FINALLY opens. All that’s left to do is go thro- “ONLY ONE person can go through btw tee hee.” 😕. I get that we couldn’t know what was on the other side yet because of release deadline, y’know? But in my eyes: Crow was going through that portal for a whole ‘nother month…. Big sigh. Anyway. Final Shape.

Not too much to say. The Final Shape was awesome. But as I went through the timeline, a realization appeared and became really apparent when I read the Expansion’s summary again. “-end the War of Light and Darkness” Hmm… the end. But anyway, onto Echos.

Ikora and Zavala share some words at the end of The Final Shape: “We’ve been fighting for so long. And now, we’ve won.” “I thought it would feel… different.” We’ve been fighting for so long.

The Witness is defeated and we have our little celebration in the city. Only a cutscene, though. Then we learn about the Echoes. Maybe I won’t get too deep into my grievances with the Echoes and all that’s happened to them so I guess I’ll just say; We’re still having to fight. For three Episodes, we have to play a rotation of the same missions with a story of weird character choices (Fikrul((and Maya too, kinda)) ) and just keep fighting. Nothing has changed. That’s when it hit me. Nothing has changed. We won, but everything is the exact same as it was before the Saga was concluding. This is to say, if the fighting never stops, then where is the reward? The payoff for everything everyone went through and is still suffering from? But there’s other stuff to do while fighting, right? You can grind for the specific perks that you want on your brand new weapons that we make every. single. season. I looked in my vault and sighed. I don’t even USE half of these things. EVER. Before, I had my main weapon that I loved and it was nice that they were brought back with new perks but along with the avalanche of other brand new weapons, it was so overwhelming that it gave me a headache trying to figure out which rolls to put on what.

That’s when another realization hit me. I literally just don’t care to play anymore. None of these things are worth getting on for. I don’t care about the bounties, the weekly challenges, the pinnacles, the secret quest for an exotic weapon that I wont use and that i have to then grind in whatever activity to get the catalyst for. We ended the War of Light and Dark- oh wait… another war kinda just started with the Nine? I think? And Renegades. Yeah, people are still trying to harm humanity in some way or rule the universe. An entire new saga begins with a whole bunch more fighting for survival WHOO-HOO. BIG SIGH. I don’t want anymore weapons, I don’t want this useless armor that I have to keep infusing every single season. I do not care about any of this anymore.

But I want to. I love Destiny. I love the relationships I’ve built and the connections I share with its characters. It’s music, it’s art, visuals. I want to care. So I don’t want to leave. But I’m not gluing myself to this game if this is all it’s ever going to be.

My solution though:

I deleted any weapons that I haven’t really used or find useless to me, clearing my vault up so greatly. I don’t have any random weapons in my inventory, ONLY my FAVORITE ones; my day one weapons kind of. Basically: fuck the meta. No more new weapons, no more new armor. I’m good with what I have. The actual gameplay and story though is another thing.

WE NEED A BREAK. We need a REAL celebration. Something like a special holiday event but… bigger. Idk how to explain but.. instead of doing actual missions, we should have fun instead. Be so real with me right now: does it make any sense why our planets are STILL littered with enemies atp? (Pls say no) No, right? Let’s free-roam for real now on our own terfs again. Earth, Luna, even the Zero Hour part of the tower. It would be sort of like Dares of Eternity. We won’t put our guns away, but we’ll instead be using them for games and competitions (Like shooting targets like bullseye/like that tire game on the moon).

That also means bringing back crucible and gambit in a big way. WAIT DONT LEAVE. Crucible and Gambit are actually fun, or at least they could be. Normal pvp ritual activities always seem competitive no matter what, but here? This is a celebration! It wouldn’t matter if you die, it wouldn’t matter who loses, nothing is gained or lost. It’s just for pure fun. Sparrow Racing. And I’ll just leave that there.

And OF COURSE you know we have to get our new Eliksni and Uluran (plus Awoken) friends in on it too. It’s a celebration for EVERYONE. A fun little “whatever” game mode with Eliskni allies while the other side has Uluran? Races, scavengers hunts, maybe utilizing out emotes in fun ways for points. But it’s a shooter game, so obviously we would have to shoot something. But i’m just saying that not all we could be doing.

Anyway, I’m done. People might disagree because what else would you do in a game like this but kill everything in sight but it’s ok. That’s valid. … i guess.

[pumpkinstrawbrew]

I noticed some people asking about your SFW and NSFW headcanons but, as far as I checked, no one asked about FlashJacks.

That's why I'm interesting to ask you if you have any SFW or NSFW headcanons for this couple of dudes?

indeed, you’re the first one who asked about these boys! 

i can’t help, but feel like until agent venom gets a video game or an animated show, they prob will stay one of the rarest ships of them all lol. most people don’t seem to be interested in reading comics these days. not to mention, that agent venom always gets overshadowed by endless adventures of eddie brock, it seems. the least they could do is to set him on fire more often lol.

but back to the main topic! i do have quite a few HCs for flash an’ jack! some of them based on specific timelines / AU-ish situation, but i’ll list the most ‘universal’ ones. i will start with SFW headcanons first, an’ then we’ll get to how i think they would be doin’ the dirty. 

1). it’s a commonly known fact, that jack can’t read the room an’ have boneless tongue. he’s often seen saying very ill-fitted or downright rude things not only to strangers, but to some degree even to the crime master *the implications that he thought, that his pops ‘gone silly’ an’ then, that he was high when he told jack about hiring the living computer lol* an’ i don’t think, that he always does this on purpose. in fact, he prob has very little control over what comes out of his mouth sometimes. it’s just how his brain works. there isn’t ‘right’ thing for him to say, so he just says whatever floats his boat at the moment. an’ i imagine, it will take flash a long while to realize, that it’s not just jack being an asshole all the time, *even if he is an asshole* but it’s partially a symptom of his illness as well. there will be some stuff that an adult person would normally feel embarrassed to shout out in an argument or generally say out loud, but jack wouldn’t lol. with time, flash will grow somewhat fond of this trait of his, *esp bc some of the shit that he says is unironically funny* even if it still would remain somewhat infuriating at the same time.

2). flash is into sports. i mean, his venom costume literally has bits an’ pieces, which are reminiscent of the uniform he wore, when he attended high school football team. in comparison, jack knows nothing about sports, an’ doesn’t seem to care about it. so each time, when flash will tell him smth about it or draw some analogy with this or that, jack would be at complete loss what he is even talking about, but he will pretend, like he understands. mostly to not look stupid, but also bc he likes how enthusiastic flash looks, when he talks about sports. 

3). jack is canonically established as someone who killed small animals as a child, so it goes without saying that he wouldn't make a great pet owner. like, you wouldn't wanna him to hold a puppy or a baby, bc he would eventually squeeze them too tight an' y'know what. but i imagine, that at some point he will get himself a pet tarantula an’ call it eugene. just for the kicks of it. esp bc it's funny to tell himself that he own eugene now lol. jack will grow to be surprisingly fond of the creepy thing too. sure, it’s kinda useless, but it looks cool! this will also be the only pet he ever had or was close to, which survives his attention.

4). while it was mostly implied, i have an impression like jack is smth of a movie geek. at least, he seems to bring up the topic quite a few times, an’ flash literally quoted some movie stuff before as well. an’ i think, that sometimes they will be kinda quoting things from the same movie to one another, like one would role-play a scene. an’ it usually would happen in the middle of not-all-that-serious-fight. like when there isn't much on the line, an' flash isn't actually angry with jack. in those rare times, it’s more like a mean, rough play of sorts. smth that they will eventually find another one indulging in, after they’d be enemies for idk, 2-3 years or so. i mean, spidey does have all kinds of banter with his rogues, so flash can actually try an’ have smth like that with his own enemy too. they just get into it a bit too much sometimes. i’m your boyfriend now, nancy lol 

5). there are many ways to show affection, but none of them are very good at it. flash will struggle with this more than jack tho, bc jack can be creative an’ pretty much outright confess his love, but in a way, where it still might be written off as jeer or just him fooling around. stuff, like reading a lil poem about love. or teasing flash about all those cute vows the lovers give to one another, an’ then, as if to demonstrate his poin, give one of those to flash. like, hey isn't this sappy an' lame, ima right? whatever jack says, would still remain a ‘safe bet’, bc flash most likely won’t believe him anyways, which also means that he cannot reject him, either. *besides, jack is incapable of simply stating smth like that, even to save his own life* it will take flash forever to realize how genuine some, if not all of those things were. an’ even longer to learn how to say it back. 

6). now, this is also a canon in some way, but flash jack’s only other ‘big’ relationships, aside from the crime master. flash is jack’s arch-enemy *i love how jack just decided that by himself*, sorta-kinda his first ever friend *when they went to vegas, jack sure acted like he assumed this to some degree* an’ then when they will begin sleeping with one another, inside jack’s head it would mean that flash is his boyfriend now too. which is both thrilling an' confusing for him. he never had one before! so jack might *at first* try to see how people normally act, when they’re in relationships an’ attempt to awkwardly copy it, much to flash’s bafflement. it will get old fast, since jack cannot act normal for too long, but to his relief, it doesn’t seem like flash expect him to do ‘typical’ lovey-dovey stuff with him. even tho, he prob will still kinda accept jack’s creepy an’ low-key demented gifs. a very cool bird skull. or nice, advanced gun, which jack most likely pawed off the corpse could still be tokens of love. alas, disturbing one.

7). flash openly hates jack’s little devil dolls, an’ they act malicious toward him back. but when jack doesn’t actively order them to attack his nemesis-lover, they seem to actually kinda like thompson in the exact same mean manner their creator does. tho, oddly enough, they pretty much seem to hate the crime master, an’ spit tiny flames at him every chance they get. despite this, jack refuses to change their settings. he like them being little menaces, an’ he only ever truly keeps them loyal to himself an’ no one else. 

8). the crime master an’ flash have creepily similar masks. both in color an’ shape. at times, when jack have smth of a mental relapse an’ seem to be unsure about his surroundings *or even who the hell he is*, he would be prone to confuse flash with the crime master. the whole experience would always be deeply unsettling an’ uncomfortable for flash, esp since he might learn some things about jack's an’ bennett’s relationships he didn’t want to know about. this subject would forever remain as smth, flash can’t help, but avoid due to disturbing nature of possible rabbit hole, it contains. yet, for jack seeing this mask is comforting in those moments. bc surely daddy-o would tell him what to do an’ where he is. these moment would remind flash about how jack not only a deranged serial killer, but that he’s also can be strangely fragile too. fairly easy to manipulate if one would have wished to, since jack is conditioned to be like that. so flash would try to slowly remove the crime master from the picture fully. bit by bit. first with words, then with trying to show his actual face. which jack might also keep confusing with his father's, bc the crime master is also blond. an' this naturally is even worse, during the timelines, when the crime master is dead, an' yet, jack seems to be missing his abuser still. it'll be hard to stomach for flash. esp bc jack never seem to remember those episodes. like at all. but then again, flash is also never eager to bring it up, either.  

9). jack has a very specific scent. a mixture between ozone, gasoline, dry blood an’ leather. flash would know this smell anywhere. meanwhile, jack can’t smell much of anything, bc well, in some versions, he misses half of his face lol. he knows the brand of shampoo flash uses tho an’ this kinda the main smell he associates with him. he could call it 'super mainly jock shampoo'.

10). flash has nightmares about his father at times, an’ it’s the only thing jack typically doesn’t bully him for. well, not really. flash finds it strange, but he never asks what an’ if jack also has nightmares from his own childhood, so that's why he's somewhat 'nice' about it. but whatever the reason is, this the one of few times, when jack actually attempts to comfort him. kinda lull him back into sleep. jack knows a thing or two about keeping a monster away, considering that he's one himself. he can't quite do what berkhart did for spidey an' sorta put him into nice dream via toxins. but he can try to stay awake long enough, till he's sure that flash's sleep seem to be undisturbed by anything too nasty.

11). ironically enough, out of the two, flash is more inclined toward jealousy an’ possessiveness. while jack naturally also exhibits both of those things too, sometimes flash manages to be more intense about it. an’ while some of it can be mistaken for ‘saviour complex’, i imagine, that vemon part of flash’s mind is what makes him more driven to ‘mark his territory’, as symbiote sees jack as smth of a ‘mate’ of his host. jack is partially oblivious to all of this. i guess, bc he thinks that flash is already almost constantly agro all the time lol.

12). now, let’s step into a bit darker territory, shall we? as we know, jack was raised as a nihilist by the crime master, since he wanted jack to not see any meaning or value in anything *besides the crime master himself* as result, jack doesn’t care about the life of others, but he also doesn’t seem to care all that much about his own life, either. flash is a living contrast to this ideology, even in how he tries to go against what his own father ‘taught’ him. an’ i think, that sometimes it really gets under jack’s skin. an’ it also makes him kind of afraid, that one day eugene would 'get better', leave him an’ find someone, who isn’t broken like jack is. there is no hope for him. not really. *everyone told him so* therefore, jack might eventually decide, that if he can’t possibly keep flash with him by any typical means, he might try to provoke him enough into killing  him one day. then surely flash be thinking about him an’ feeling bad an’ stuff, right? this would mean, that jack did have value to flash in some weird way. this would make perfect sence to him. since i don’t think, that jack can picture a world where flash would really care about him. an’ in a way, i think that’s the main ‘tragedy’ of their pair. jack doesn’t try to hide what he is, but it’s also gives him a rather painful sense of self-awareness, that flash also sees him as someone who is beyond help. an’ inside his head it doesn’t mean anything long-term or good. which is incorrect, bc flash does get hang up on him later on, an’ pretty much seem to be ready to die on a hill, that says ‘jack o' lantern is beyond hope, and there is no way to save him. but i’ll try anyway’. 

13). jack is manipulative by nature. he learned this skill mostly via living with his captor for the majority of his life. one have to be very sensitive to the moods of someone, who holds their life within their palm. thanks to this skill, jack at times knows what flash feels way better than flash himself. he oddly enough understands some parts of his nature, which flash doesn’t want to acknowledge. jack, on other hand, is harder to read, when it comes to really serious things. he often deflects it with a wisecracking comment or a joke or an insult. flash will eventually find out that the only way to get the truth out of him is to unbalance him. an’ it doesn’t always have to be smth drastic. i imagine, that if he out of blue compliments him, jack would have a long pause, bc this isn’t how they usually interact. an’ unpredictable eugene is kinda scary in his eyes. not to meantion, that jack is a very childish person, so once someone understand how he ticks, it might become easier to understand what he feels. what he really feels. flash doesn't have all that much of emotional intelligence, but he will attempt to navigate the scary an' deplorable place, which is jack's sick little brain. the pumpkin guy have surpising amount of depth, if one would care to find it.

14). kissing would be the last thing on flash’s agenda, since he feels like it establishes boundaries of some sort. to flash, it feels like him shoving his dick inside jack is somehow less intimate, than them locking lips. or well, him locking lips with jack’s mouth, when there are just bare teeth lol. but it’s one of those few things, which jack actually follows. this lil rule. he does steal a lil peck on the cheek or jaw, but he doesn’t try to kiss flash on the lips. so when flash eventually breaks this rule himself, jack is confused. when he tries to ask why, flash pretty much will tell him, that if he keeps pestering him about it, they stop doing this. so jack stops asking, settling for just being kissed, than knowing the reasoning behind it. but oh, flash is slowly falling, haha.

i have some other hcs, but this is already get hella long, an’ i didn’t even got to NSFW stuff lol. so i suppose, we can call it part 1 of my ‘clean’ HCs or smth. now, it's time for lewds!

1). this is a very old hc of mine. the one i had for a long while, but i hc that flash is pretty much closeted case, an’ jack is the first an’ pretty much the only guy, he ever went full way with. an’ it’s both arousing an’ scary for him. for one, flash doesn’t truly know what he’s doing, since jack isn’t a girl. but he also really wants to do stuff. the sort, he'd secretly jerked off to, when he was younger. but back then, it was an imagery of some non-existing guy. an' now, he has a real one underneath him. i imagine, this would be very self-exploring for him. an’ jack doesn’t outright says it, but he finds it cute an’ also a bit funny, bc sometimes flash handles him roughly an’ other times, he seems to be unsure what to do with him. jack likes to be his first man though. an’ he will make sure to be the only one too *on side note, jack himself is pretty much a mudersexual lol. he only cares about killing, an’ eugene is the only person who he’s interested to have sex / relationships with. as anyone else who he slept with, usually end up dead*

2). jack dislikes when flash uses the venom tentacles an’ other things on him in sexual way, even if it is enjoyable. he isn't against all the new kinky spice it bring. instead, jack cannot fully see venom as part of flash. when it touches him, inside jack's head it's not flash, but some creepy space monster pawing at him, instead. but he will eventually warm up to the idea. mostly bc where else can he get so much extra sensations? besides venom can shapeshift, so y’know uh, endless possibilities below the belt too. an' i assume that with time, he would grasp the idea, that when flash makes his tentacles touch him, it's him who commands it. so it is kinda a part of his body *even if it's also not* so after that, he would be way more open to the idea of flash doing more with those features.

3). now, a bit darker stuff. flash isn’t a masochist. but jack is good with knives an’ sickles an’ other sharp objects. not to mention, that venom suit can easily heal flash. even the deepest cut might not scar or truly harm him. an' isn't this smth? i think, they can get very weird an' freaky with this concept. esp bc jack is into gore an’ blood an’ generally, he’s a serial killer. for him to have a hot victim, who also won’t die if he cut them too many times, an' who can heal even the deadliest of wounds...this surely will give him a boner. besides, this is also a tad about trust too. like, how far can flash take it, without fearing that jack will cross the line or get too into it? even tho, in some ways, it mirrors jack's situation as well. bc if symbiote will go berserk, it can easily murder him *even on accident* or eat his insides out. such an interesting balance between 'trusting just enough' an' potential death.

4). this is also smth that have to do with canon, but jack’s suit looks skin-tight, so i don’t think that there is any place for underwear underneath it. once, jack mentions this to flash as a gross joke, even tho, it’s true. an’ after that, flash can’t help, but think about it, each time they see one another. it’s esp distracting if they’re fighting. an' jack kinda show off his assests, an' flash knows there is nothing underneath that suit.

5). jack is a loud mouthed individual. an' he’s the exact same way, when he an’ flash bang. he doesn’t seem to have much of shame at all, which is both arousing an’ kinda baffling. flash tries to make as little noises as possible, so jack tries his best to force it out of him. gasp. curse. anything. an' he's sucessful most of the times. jack also have a dirty mouth on him too, so there is this too.

6). this next hc is kinda unsuaul for me, since i always have fixated dynamic in my ships. in other words, i only envision the top!flash x bottom!jack setups, but i can see jack topping just once, an’ only bc he learns that eugene never slept with another guy like that. basically, flash never took it up the ass. which would make jack thrilled with the idea, that he can be the one who will pop that cherry. flash would refuse him each time, until eventually he would agree to do it just once, so that jack shut up about it. an’ they do it like that, but yeah only once. since jack likes being the one on the receiving end, an’ flash doesn’t want anything inside his butt. but he will have to live with the knowlege that jack took his anal virginity lol.

7). an’ speaking of topping an’ whatnot, while jack is a bottom, sometimes he can act as a power bottom. he’s a bully at the end of the day an’ sometimes flash makes it super easy to push him around, an’ to tease him. this also would often results in jack low-key humiliating an’ berating eugene, seemingly gaslighting him into doing some things. but flash does take secret pleasure in it. always hungry to be punished, since he hates himself. also there is smth weird an' hot about some ghoul twink bossing him around just bc he knows that he can.

8). they both say some hilarious, weird shit during sex sometimes. starting from the way jack might at times describe or demand smth from flash. an’ ending up with flash blurting out the cringy classic like ‘who is your daddy now’ since jack is daddy’s homicidal trashy boy. jack will laugh his ass off after that an’ flash will feel the amount of shame, he will take to his grave. but that's just how they are. also i think that memes like 'daddy pass the salt' an' 'your son calls me daddy too' would be appropriate, if the crime master would learn about this.

9). flash won’t admit it like 100 other things, but the way jack says his name, when they have sex is the one of the kind. really makes his stomach do a flip. there is always gotta be a difference between, when someone says one’s name, because they make them feel good. an’ when someone who says it because they are obsessed with the fact that it’s that specific person who does that. flash will learn that difference fairly quickly. 

10). jack has a surprising amount of stamina, mostly thanks to all the drugs he’s juiced up on. flash matches it with his own. even overcomes it. as result, they don’t know their own limits too well, esp when they will keep challenging one another on who can ‘last the longest’ or cum the latest. they’d be very bad at quickies lol. an' also end up feeling hella sore, after they will overdo it just bc they're too horny to think properly.

11). their relationships in general usually start as smth sexual. like, they’d be banging before they will be feeling big feelings. or rather, they always have those big feelings, but they'd rather try an’ focus on having sex, bc it’s easier than trying to understand what caused them to do it to begin with. jack typically is the one, who makes an offer / starts this relationships as well. an’ the way he offers it is usually sounds casual enough, like he’s just wanna fuck *i mean he is* but eventually it becomes a thing they just keep doing. flash's feelings on the matter would shift an' change the most. bc jack gets obsessed with him fairly early on.

12). once again, a bit darker hc, but i think that jack kinda likes that flash doesn’t have legs. in a very weird, serial killer-ish way. it makes him more ‘cuddly’ for him an’ also he cannot run. flash is admittingly creeped out by it at first, but in scenarios where jack doesn’t have a face *i mean, he got it back at some point*, this is like ‘yeah, well, you also kiss and face-fuck that, so y’know’. it’s not a kink thing even per say, just them finding new ways to enjoy each other features, that most people would have found off-putting or troubling. but jack is also creepy about it, bc of course, he would be. this can also be considered as a bit of another roleplay for them. like that flash can technically always re-grow legs back via venom. but they can pretend like he can't. there is a lot of psychological things involved in this, but flash might try this as another 'punishment' for himself. but then, find that he can enjoy this, if jack wouldn't push it into uncomfortable territory way too often. comfort with your own body is a tricky things. an' neither of them seem to be good with this on their own. they can try to 'fix' it together. well, kinda.

13). flash has a latent praise kink, even if he feels very ashamed about it. jack indulges him tho. but only when he’s in the mood for it. in return, flash might praise him too, but it will always make jack squirm a bit. he's not used to compliments. esp sexual ones.

14). jack has an oral fixation, which is both odd an’ hot, depending on the situation. but flash never seen another person who would have been that enthusiastic about sucking his dick.

i have some other hcs, but some of them are more specific to a certain set up or more focused on jack himself, rather than on him an’ flash. but welp, as per usual, i’m glad to be asked about them. feels very rewarding to share some of my thots on them, finally. 

an’ boy, it’s a long read! but i’m hope this can be a potentially fun one, regardless. thank you for asking me about them. 

[bthump]

this might be a bit of an odd question, but do you think guts has any, like, tactical ability? ofc griffith would be there managing and planning out the military operations on a large scale, and guts isn't the most cerebral person out there, but i find it hard to believe the band would have become as successful as they were if one of their higher ups, esp someone like guts who consistently takes part in battles, didn't have decent competency on a strategic field

Ennnnh idk, depends I think.

The first thing we see him do after the 3 year flash-forward is rush into battle without thinking, while he himself believes that it's risking his comrades' lives (since he apologizes for it afterwards and didn't know Griffith plans around his impulses lol). So that makes me think the answer is no, the way you're discussing, in terms of directing large groups of people on a battlefield.

He's in charge of the group that like, rushes in and smashes shit, which is kind of his forte, and probably doesn't require a lot of quick tactical thinking, so that probably helps. Like, look at Guts vs Casca's assignments during the Battle of Doldrey - Guts got the rush in and kill the general assignment, and Casca got the sneaky tactical assignment that required quick thinking.

But still, at the very least he's not like incompetent at what he does, because the Raiders love him. So yk, he's probably not getting them killed unnecessarily.

(He has a few anime scenes where he does something smart in the context of big picture strategy, but those are anime-only. They don't feel super ooc to me, but they do feel like an unnecessary way to make Guts seem extra awesome lol, and I def don't consider them canon in any way.)

Also I don't thiiiink he really directs the RPG group when they fight? iirc they all pretty much just go and do their own thing.

But on a small scale he can be quite strategic. When he fights individuals he uses his brain a lot - like he defeats Silat by quickly identifying the weaknesses of weapons he's never seen before and neutralizing them. When he fights apostles he's always maneuvering himself into a position to kill them by surprise, usually by subjecting himself to massive amounts of punishment, but sometimes by fucking them lmao, or holding their loved ones hostage, etc.

So basically I think as a strategic leader he's probably not super great, but he's good enough to get the job done, and Griffith probably doesn't give him strategy-heavy assigments, so it's fine. And as a tactical fighter he's great.

Anyway yeah, that's my impression. Thanks for the ask!

[silviakundera]

Moonlight Chicken Liveblogging Ep 4-5

Ep 4

A glimpse of Wen's home life, cohabitating with an ex! I've been there in my 20s. Yep, it's awkward af.

They honestly depict that strain really well. The writing is so real it's dragging up old feelings from me.

Sigh. I can't make myself care too much about the nephew. He's not all wrong, he's a person with needs, but I'm just... These days I find I'm too old to connect with teen angst when everything is played straight & realistic and there is a fully developed adult character to empathize with.

I just cannot deal with a judgey teen throwing out, 'Is this truly your dream?' Oh shut it kid. You 'didn't ask to be born poor'? Well neither did he.

Thank goodness for step-uncle Wen.

The way that Jim can't ever make himself say there's no chance and he doesn't like Wen. But he can't allow himself to open up. The flashes to the happy days of his doomed marriage as Wen leans in yet again, causing Jim to shut him down again... The drama really makes me understand the why, even as it drives me to be increasingly deranged about it. (JUST KISSSSSS)

I really like that the script doesn't have Jim lie and claim he has no feelings for Wen etc like a lot of dramas do - he doesn't jerk Wen around at all or mislead him "for his own good'. He tries to be as up front as he's able. It's probably why as a viewer I never feel bad for Wen, like he's being mistreated. There is such kindness and consideration in the way they treat each other.

The favorite DVD is too old and doesn't work. It's a metaphor. Defeat the metaphor, babygirl! I believe in you.

They are terribly cute with the holiday decorations but Wen's messy ex drama finally culminates. This is not going to help Wen's campaign to win his dream man.

Ep 5

Man, this is scene of the cohabitating queer exes fighting about how they tried too quickly to make the transition from boyfriends to friends, because they both care but it's just giving confusing signals. Still living together is not helping. Written too believably, it's painful. When you loved someone for 5 years so you can't stop caring about them. But it's so tiring when the other person uses that caring against you.

Jim is giving babygirl the cold shoulder while nephew tries to hint that he likes this potential family member.

Noooooo i hate it when my parents are fighting. I get why Jim wants none of this messy business so idk :(

"I've always been like this. You just started not to like it." / "Why would you stay with someone who no longer loves you?" The co-habititating exes storyline still killing it. It's the tenderness beneath the bitterness.👌

Little nephew with the sweet deaf boyfriend, I get what you're saying but you let a teen who doesn't know how to ride a motorcycle.... ride a motorcycle. Which he promptly crashed and had to visit the ER. So maybe you aren't fully ready for responsibility just yet. 🤔 I'm too old for this shit, this is how Jess on Gilmore Girls made me grind my teeth.

Making me feel like

[sweetsmalldog]

Castlevania: Nocturne Episode 6 liveblog

While the episode is loading I read the synopsis and hope Sypha or Trevor get mentioned if not by name by Sypha being how the Belmonts got Speaker Magic

Oooh moon

DROLTA!!!!

This is my favorite Drolta outfit now I love the blood red coat with the white pants

Idk what the horses are doing

Oh is that the Messiah?

Drolta’s hair looks so good

She’s got daddy issues for the fucking sun

Oh this poor lady

The shot of the snow white skirt spread around them while she drinks that poor woman’s blood is absolute cinema

“Please call me anything but grandad” This man has given me Trevor vibes if Trevor was old the whole time maybe it’s just a Belmont thing

Ritcher deserves these answers actually yeah why was his mom sending him to Tera and not you old man?!?!

I take back what I said about him having Trevor vibes Trevor was funny even when he was depressed at least

A deal?!?!?!

So you’re a stalker old man

It is a bit creepy

Tera has a lot to tell both these kids

What is it with the Belmont family always been alone and when they have family not being one

How many “Last of the Belmonts” has their been at this point?

I feel so bad for Maria and Ritcher. Tera is all they had and now they find out she’s been keeping this kinda of stuff from them, straight up lying to Maria about her dad and agreeing to never let Ritcher know his grandfather was alive and around

YOU OWE HIM SOME FUCKING BIRTHDAY PRESENTS YOU ASS

Ritcher my boy I’m adopting you too actually all your guardians keep hiding important shit, You and Maria are my kids now. Tera can visit but you don’t half to see her if you don’t want to

“Your a Belmont your not supposed to hide in a hut. And you’re not supposed to kill vampires for money” FUCKIN TELL HIM RITCHER

SYPHA MENTION LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOO

“And she left you out” that’s so cold I love it

“I was the best magician the Belmont line ever produced” yeah and Sypha would be so disappointed in you now

Oooh this is why Ritcher can’t do magic either shit

“Evil will always win, Ritcher” ONLY WITH THAT FUCKING ATTITUDE

I hope Ritcher figures out how to use his magic again, I hope he proves his grandfather fucking wrong

Please don’t give into this Ritcher please

My son nooooooo

He looks far to fucking happy about Ritcher sobbing I fucking hate this guy actually

Ooooh Annette’s doing magic!!!!

Ritcher isn’t useless he’s just traumatized

“It’s the source of your fury but it’s not the source of your power” that’s such a good line holy shit

I love this contrast between Ritcher’s grandfather tearing Ritcher and the idea of the Belmont’s down with Annette’s mentor builds her up, speaks of her ancestors well and their strength and how hope isn’t lost

“There is light in this darkness”

Edouard voice coming in ;-;

Hi Olrox!

Why do they keep killing all the gay people?

It’s a bit soon to talk about immortality together Mizrak

“I’m not in love with you” damn ok

YOOO THEY REMEMBER!!!! ISACC WAS ALWAYS RIGHT HE KNEW HE KNEW!!!!

NIGHT CREATURE REBELLION LETS GO PLEASE

Maria my daughter he sucks he isn’t worth your time

I fucking hate the Abbot so fucking much

MARIA RUN GET OUT WHILE YOU CAN PLEASE

Olrox ripping this entire facade down I knew there was a reason I liked you

Hiiiiii Drolta <3

Please don’t hurt my daughter Drolta

NIGHT CREATURE REBELLION!!!!

OH FUCK OFF OLD MAN LIKE YOU CARE

Oh Ritcher-

Yeah you were a terrible father you fuck

DID HE JUST LEAVE HIS GRANDSON TO DIE?!?!?!

OH FUCK ITS THE GUY DROLTA WAS HANGING OUT WITH

IS HIS AXE A GUN?!?!?! THATS SICK

The old man is actually just pathetic ok

The flash of Julia fuuuuuuuck

Why don’t the vampires ever try to turn any of the Belmonts?

If Maria dies I will be distraut

HIS MAGIC IS BACK!!!!!!!!!!!! LETS GO RITCHER!!!!!!!!

THIS IS SO SICK!!!! THE ONE GLOWING EYE THE MUSIC CINEMA!!!!!

THE BLUE FLAMES!!!!!!

LETS FUCKING GO RITCHER LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOO

I may have a new favorite Belmont… sorry Trevor

“I half to live”

The sun rising and the burning river and the headband flowing in the wind I fucking love Castlevania this is so damn pretty

[lafortis]

how good do you think you are at picking up on flirting? ever wonder if you've fumbled because you were completely oblivious?

Oh I am at least somewhere on the spectrum and have misread cues every which way lol. these days I actually think I'm quite good at it, and not just good in that I unjustifiably think ppl are flirting with me when they're not lol, I mean very good (and I pride myself) at reading when people ARE being friendly and not think crazy thoughts, and also have done pretty well at reading the (relatively fewer) times people were actually flirting with me lol. Before like, this year or last tho? Bro I blew past shit like a speeding train lmao. Thru willful obliviousness as much as anything, cus low self confidence and having consistently misread signals one way or other in the past.

Honestly what I'm learning about myself these days is I need the other party to take the initiative on certain things lol, which made me very bad at the (usually cis) het romance dating game, wherein the fella is expected to take the lead in most things (and I don't know who enforced the expectations more, me or the potential partner, but I'm just sayin I felt em and wasn't super good at em). I'm not bad at it per se, it's just never come naturally lol.

Anyway, nowadays I am constantly evaluating all likely possibilities at all times, so nothing ever surprises me (this is the least autistic sentence anyone has ever said). girl at work today was mildly flashing the tatas, just y'know, a little more cleavage than usual, leaning over a chair str8 at me like maybe once or twice in a not observably intentional but not unintentional kinda way, but I think frankly she knows she can do that around me and I'm a red blooded male who, while not uncouth enough to be looking, probably has a tell that I'm Not Looking ykwim, and she probably gets a little validation from that, but I don't think that's the same as actively flirting really, just that I'm a safe person to get that validation from and she knows I won't read too much into it. We're mostly homies tbqh (I mean from her perspective, from mine she's much too young but y'know that's never stopped literally anyone from having a one sided thing). Tbh maybe at this point she's just slowly saw trap testing me to figure out if I'm gay lmfao. I caught (maybe a liiiittle but late, but honestly I really didnt know what to do with this one) that the dumb thick latina milf was flirting with me, but like I said, absolutely no clue what to do there. We had so little in common lol. I feel like that wouldn't stop your average dude but for me man, idk, I imagine small talk and am like. What do.

Anyway, really the only thing that's fucked with my internal sorting algorithm these days is one coworker who is just straight up. hm. I don't want to say promiscuous but shall we say a touch laissez-faire with flirting, which sort of threw me for a loop in the like "why are you interested in me" sense but it wasn't that (I eventually realized mostly on my own mostly without doing or saying anything stupid thankfully), she just literally flirts like habitually lmao. So fair enough, now I account for being a bit of a floozy too.

Anyway yeah back in high school? Fucking kill me dude don't even talk about it. I'm p sure the only reason I ended up dating my first girlfriend is because she has her friends lead a coordinated "hey she's interested" messaging campaign. my second gf was a little more natural, and then my third one, first yr of uni, basically invited me to her place for a party because we had mutual friends and she added me on Facebook and thot I was cute??? unhinged behaviour that was a huge red flag (or maybe just one mutual friend at the time being an absolutely legendary wingman, I'll truly never know cus we're not in much contact anymore) but yeah that was very much like 95% her 5% the absinthe lmao. Various like, hookups and whatever, some were a little more natural, but hey alcohol is the necessary social lubricant right. By my 4th real relationship I think when she invited me over to watch movies I did in fact bring condoms cus I finally sorta got it lmao

Anyway yeah tldr, nothing can surprise me because I have mastered my surroundings and comprehended the thousandfold thought, and as such all actions are accounted for, but before that yeah man I was cringe and blind

[lonely-space-ace]

cause I’m having Thoughts about this but don’t know if I’ll actually write it

So in my brain Ace does still stop traveling with the doctor, (spends some time on Gallifrey, goes to timelord academy, joins the cia, etc.) BUT afterwards when the Time War starts happening she begins traveling with him again

like I haven’t listened to all the audios so don’t quote me but this au takes place after that one when she gets her memory erased and sent back to earth (?) idk we can mess with the timeline canon is funky

anyway so helps with the time war, is there for the explosion all that jazz

which I think has really big implications for the Doctor and Aces relationship

Bc like... the Doctor destroys the timelords, and that includes romana, leela, andred, brax, narvin... IF we're considering a world where she stays with him after he does that

but on to the episode

first off the episode will need to be renamed “Rose Tyler’s bisexual awakening” bc that’s what it’s gonna turn into have you SEEN Sophie Aldred with short hair???

I feel like it would change so much of the Rose and the Doctors dynamic, mainly bc when the Doctor tries to be all grand and mysterious Ace is there to be like “remember that time you electrocuted yourself by poking the microwave with a fork?”

also does kill most of the chances for Rose/Doctor romance unfortunately bc Rose sees his 30ish year old daughter traveling with him and it does make her rethink some things

speaking of that is how Ace introduces herself

they meet and Rose is like "so how do you two know each other" and Ace goes "He's my dad" and then Does Not Elaborate

Ace loves Rose by the way, 19 year old from a council flat going around asking aliens if they’d like to join a union? Yeah they get on great

Ace and the Doctor are Something Else at this point btw, they’ve been through so much shit together they’re entirely too codependent

speaking of honestly can’t decide how it would go on the Doctor being the last of the time lords thing. I’d imagine it’s a pretty big argument between him and Ace at some point bc while the Doctor did lose his entire people, she lost a lot too, and she went to the academy the same as him

like Ace is the only person who can understand but also she is human and from earth and so she cant really

this confuses the Heck out of Rose btw, which means that Ace's very existence forces the Doctor to explain himself

at some point when Ace is regaling her with tales of Gallifrey Rose is just like “wait, aren’t you human?” At which point Ace grins and says “I started that way” while her eyes flash yellow and Rose decides to not ask too many questions after that

similarly she asks them how old they really are at some point and they’re both like 🤷

thinking of writing a fic that’s just “Rose but if Ace McShane had never stopped traveling with the Doctor”

[the-cult-of-russo]

Darkness Forever

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader 

Warnings: cursing, angst, pain, dark shit, smut, idk lmao

A/N: So I can’t manage the next chapter of JBTF with how sick I am, but I wanted to at least try and give you guys something. This is a gift for @idaofinfinity . Thank you for cheering me on so much and always touching me with your amazingly kind words. I just wanted to show you how much I appreciate you being my biggest cheerleader since I came back.

As always, I love all of you guys and I appreciate all the well wishes you’ve sent me.

Side note; the Reader in this one is based off an OC I made for a different fandom and I’ve wanted to do this idea for a while.

Name of this one is from a song of the same name by Soccer Mommy.

Head in the oven

Didn't sound so crazy

My brain was burnin'

Hot to the touch

Lithium readings

Makin' me dizzy

They keep my feelings

Simmering low

Darkness forever

A cold sinking ocean

I wanna feel the

Warm of release

The devil is chasing

Hot on my tail and

Tryin' to struggle

Out of his leash

Words from an artist

Killed by their insides

She tried to set the

Evil on fire

It's warm in the kitchen

Like hot sticky summer

Demons are rising

Up with the smoke

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The club was loud but you ignored the noise, the constant buzzing in your ears as your eyes drifted around. You could see clearly even in the dimly lit space as you were trying to find your target for the night. No one had jumped out at you yet, no one really intriguing enough to capture your interest. But then you saw him. He was sitting off in a corner with some guys, the group being rowdy. He stuck out like a sore thumb with his face littered with scars like that but he was easily the most beautiful human you’d ever laid eyes on, and you’d seen a lot of them. The darkness that curled around him was like a siren calling out to you and it made a thrill trickle down your spine, a slow smirk curling your lips. You sat in your spot for a while, eyes never leaving him as he talked with the guys he was with. They were all trouble, you could feel it. This one though, he was something else. When he got up and walked over to the bar, you licked your lower lip before standing, sauntering over with no hesitation. You stood next to him at the bar and he turned his gaze to you briefly, checking out who was next to him. But as he was turning away again, dark eyes turned back to you, interest and curiosity burning in them and you could sense his desire as his eyes raked over your form. 

“Hello there,” you smirked, eyes glittering mischievously that had his own lips quirking up a little. He seemed slightly surprised but you figured it was about his face. You’d seen some of the looks he was getting here, saw how the girls pulled their faces and barely shot him a glance after that. Honestly, you thought they were all fucking brain-dead. 

“Hi,” he drawled, giving you another once over. The scars did little to detract from his handsome face and you didn’t think you’d ever seen eyes that dark before. 

“So… I was getting kind of bored and then I saw you. You look like the kinda guy that could show me a good time,” you flashed him a sultry smile and he chuckled, the sound low and rich and filling you with need you hadn’t felt in a very long time. 

“Is that right?” he asked smoothly, a smirk on his lips. Your eyes drifted over him in a way that made his eyes darken, as if he could sense your need for him without words.

“I’m Y/N,” you purred, reaching your hand over and settling it over his. The moment you made contact with him, you got what you needed. The flashes burst behind your eyes and in seconds you knew exactly who this man was, knew everything he’d ever done. Knowing just what the darkness was that surrounded him lured you in even more and you could feel how damp your panties were getting now you knew just what he was capable of. 

“Billy,” he supplied, eyeing you like he wanted to devour you. You shot him a wolfish grin at the thought. You leaned closer to him, biting your lower lip and his eyes were drawn to the motion.

“Well, Billy… How about you take me back to your place?” you asked with a raised brow. He smirked once more, anticipation flashing behind his eyes that dragged over your body slowly like he could see what lay under your clothes. 

“Sounds good to me,” he replied easily, slamming back the drink the bartender had settled in front of him during the exchange. He didn’t even say anything to the guys he’d been with as he stood, so tall he was looming over you. He shot you a devilish smile before he guided you out of the bar.

His place turned out to be a motel and it was a pretty seedy one at that. You hadn’t been surprised though, you’d already seen it when you came in contact with him. The second he had you inside of his room, you were pressed against the door as his mouth claimed yours desperately. He kissed like it would be his last kiss on earth, a real toe-curling kiss that his whole body seemed to move with as he pressed against you. You moaned, your hands fisted in the front of his black t-shirt as you kissed back fervently and arched against him. It drew a delicious moan out of him and you were almost purring. You pulled away, the pair of you panting and you were surprised to find your hands were shaking a little with how tightly wound with desire you were. You grabbed his hand, moving around him and leading him over to the beat-up sofa on one side of the room. He followed obediently and you pushed him to sit on it, causing him to chuckle darkly as he tilted his head watching you. You moved to straddle him and his hands grabbed your hips with no hesitation. One of your hands splayed on his chest, the other going to his short hair as you raked your nails over his scalp. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment, a soft moan leaving his lips as he leaned into your touch. He reminded you of a cat.

“If you could have anything in the world, what would it be?” you asked curiously. His eyes opened then, confused and mildly curious about your weird question in the middle of something like this. You felt his hands flex on your hips as he licked his lower lip, eyes dipping to your chest before back to your face as you blinked down at him patiently. 

“You, naked and writhin’ under me,” he replied easily, an impish smile on his face. Your lips curled into a smile as you scraped your nails over his scalp once more and he hummed softly, once again leaning into it. He didn’t close his eyes this time and his obsidian gaze stayed locked on you.

“I mean it… if you could have one thing in the world, anything… what would it be?” you asked again, a little firmer this time. His eyes narrowed for only a moment and you started to think he wouldn't indulge your curiosity as he looked away briefly. A haunted look passed on his face and his fingers dug into your hips a little before he tugged his eyes back to your face.

“I’d… I’d go back… change some shit. Make better choices, pick the right people,” he answered honestly. How disappointing. You’d half expected him to ask for his looks back, knowing how much it bothered him. Or maybe he wanted to be able to get revenge on his former best friend that had done this to him. You hadn’t expected this with the darkness that blanketed him but you could feel it now. The guilt, the heartbreak, the self-loathing. And while he was purposely vague in his answer, he had no idea you already knew. You knew just what he was talking about. He wanted to go back and not betray Frank Castle, not lose the family that had taken him in. He wanted to live the life he should have had if he hadn’t given in to temptation. You deflated a little at his answer but it didn’t really matter in the grand scheme of things. You’d still get what you wanted in the end anyway.

“What if I told you I could give you that?” you asked carefully, your nails still scratching at his head. He gave you a look that was partly amused and partly annoyed as he rolled his eyes.

“Yeah… okay,” he snorted. You blinked and when your eyes opened again, they were no longer the color they were a moment ago. Instead, they were black as coal, no whites to be seen. You felt him tense under you, his eyes widening a little before he squinted at you.

“What the hell are you?” he asked roughly. He was looking at you like you were a threat but you weren’t offended. Instead, his words made a rueful smile curl your lips as you looked down at him.

“I’m the things nightmares are made of, Billy,” you smirked. His breathing hitched a little yet his hands didn’t leave your hips and he didn't attempt to move you away. There was some fear there but he also gazed at you curiously and surprisingly enough, you could still feel his straining erection under you. 

“I was born of fire and pain, torture and suffering. I feel like that’s something you can relate to,” you added, your smirk softening to a smile. You felt him relax a little at that, his only answer being a small nod of his head. 

You weren’t what was considered a normal demon. You were one of the originals, one of the oldest. There were books out there with your name on them, telling terrifying tales of the ‘Bringer of Chaos’ and the ‘Princess of Hell’. You’d been Lucifer's favorite once upon a time. He’d taken a special shine to you and he’d tortured you himself. That’s how demons were made. Their souls were corrupted, their humanity literally tortured out of them until they couldn't take it anymore. Only with you, you had something no other demon still had, something Lucifer had forced you to keep. A small fragment of your soul. It wasn't a gift because he liked you, no. It was the ultimate torture, something that would ensure you would be tortured for as long as you still existed. You couldn't ignore your brutal nature, couldn't escape it. But the tiny fragment of humanity left in you was enough to cause you to feel things no demon should be able to feel. You’d gotten used to it with how old you were, you’d learned to control it for the most part. But every so often you’d snap, having moments of near hysteria or insanity as the guilt consumed you whole, forcing you to see just how much blood stained your hands. It was a curse and you despised it and in the end, you despised your maker for forcing you to keep it. 

“If you want to go back and live the life you should have had, I can do that for you. You’ll remember all of this but they won’t,” you murmured, your hand moving from his head and coming to rest on his chest with your other. He shifted under you and the movement jostled you, bringing you closer to him. He didn't seem to mind it though and his dark eyes were burning into you. You could see his intrigue, could see your offer was enticing him.

“What’s the price? There’s always a price, so what do you want in return?” he asked, no smirk in sight now as his eyes pinned you in place. You licked your lower lip, looking at him under your lashes as your hands smoothed up his chest.

“Your soul. But the way I see it, you already sold yours to Rawlins a while ago and now you're suffering. This way, you get what you want,” you shrugged and you could practically feel the hope radiating from him. 

“My soul…? And what does that mean? What happens with it?” he asked curiously. You sighed a little, looking off for a moment as you tried to figure out how to word it. This was always the hardest part, the part where sometimes people tried to resist. His fingers tightened on your hips and forced your eyes back to him and he raised a brow at you. He was lucky you thought he was so handsome, anyone else giving you that sassy look would be up in flames in seconds. 

“It would belong to me. When it's time to collect my debt, your soul would be mine.” you answered, purposely not telling just what that entailed because you knew he didn’t like to not have control, you knew he’d struggle with it. 

“How long would I have?” he asked and you could tell by his voice he’d already made his mind up. It made you smile softly.

“Five years,” you supplied. He inhaled sharply, his Adam's apple bobbing as he looked away.

“That's it?” he asked, a despondent tone to his voice.

“You’re lucky you're getting that. I usually only offer two,” you replied with a shrug. You meant it too. You weren’t quite sure what it was about the man that had you being so lenient with him, had you giving him more time that you usually bothered to give. He exhaled a shaky breath, nodding to himself before he looked back at you, a determined look on his face.

“I’ll do it,” he said firmly and you grinned at his acquiescence. You leaned in and kissed him deeply, causing him to groan as his hands slid around to your back, holding you closer.

“How do we… uh…” he asked, sounding uncertain once you broke the kiss and you smirked darkly before moving off him.

“How do you think?” you asked wolfishly, holding a hand out to him. He looked at it for a moment before he took it and stood. 

You kissed him and he kissed you back just as desperately. There was something lighter about him now, the prospect of getting a do-over setting a fire inside of him. Before long, you were both free from your clothes and you were straddling him on the bed. Part of you wanted to drag this out, to make your time with him last as long as possible, but this was a job and you didn’t want him to change his mind about this. Usually, the souls you took didn’t belong to you, they just got sent down to hell. But you’d make sure your contract with him made it clear he belonged to you, you wouldn't be sharing this one with anyone. Daddy dearest wouldn't be happy about it but he shouldn't have given you the authority to make such a move to begin with. You were once again struck by the sheer possessiveness you felt over this human. You’d never felt anything quite like it. Not wanting him to change his mind, you leaned down, capturing his lips in a sinful kiss as you sunk down onto his hard and wanting cock. The pair of you moaned and his hand wound into your hair as his kisses turned more ferocious. You broke the kiss, your hands on his chest for leverage as you started riding him at a punishing pace. His face contorted with pleasure and you committed it to memory, wanting the beautiful image to remain burned in your brain forever. He was the kind of beauty that would inspire works of art. You bounced on his cock, delighted moans leaving your lips as he filled you up in the best way. He let out a dirty groan when you raked your nails down his chest, drawing a little blood and he arched up at you roughly. He looked feral and you felt like your insides were on fire with the pull you were feeling towards him. This wasn’t exactly necessary to complete the contract, if it was you’d barely get any souls. You didn’t get people like Billy very often. One of your hands slid to his throat, tightening carefully and making him gasp in pleasure as his body writhed. He had no idea just what strength lay beneath your hands, how easy it would be to snap his neck with little effort. You felt your climax coming quickly and it caught you off guard, your moans getting louder and more frequent. Your hips were stuttering as your head became cloudy with desire and he used his grip on your hips to lift you and slam you back down onto his cock roughly. Your eyes snapped open, once again black but he showed no signs of fear this time as he rut up into you, his top lip curled like an animal. You smirked at him before he cried out in pain, his body tensing as words started to litter his body, bright as the flames that were putting them there. You moaned loudly as you came hard around him, seeing your contract over his skin claiming him as yours pushing you over the edge. And despite the pain he was in, he came with a loud roar, his mouth hanging open as his body shook. You were panting as you watched his eyes flutter shut, his head lolling to the side as he passed out under you. You leaned down, placing a soft kiss to his lips before climbing off him. The words that had been branded into his skin were invisible to the naked eye but you could feel them. You didn’t think you’d ever felt so accomplished for taking a soul before. You climbed off the bed and got dressed, giving him one last look before you walked to the door.

“I’ll see you soon, Billy,” you smirked darkly, slipping out the door feeling like you were dancing on air. 

—-

Five years ticked by extremely slowly and you once again found yourself doing things for Billy you never did with any of the other humans you’d made a contract with. You’d observed him carefully, watched over him in the years that went by. He’d built Anvil from the ground up with no help from Rawlins and Frank had been his partner in all of it. He was living the life he’d wished to have and he was happy. Knowing that Billy turned down Rawlins' offer and that the man was planning on taking both Billy and Frank out for their part overseas, you'd dealt with Rawlins personally. You'd had a lot of fun with the man, making sure he regretted everything he ever put Billy through, even if he didn't remember most of it with the new timeline. You stood at the corner of the street, watching as Billy sat outside at a cafe with Frank and Curtis as they ate lunch. The three of them were chatting away and laughing and you felt a bitter pang of something rip right through you. Never once, even with your pesky fragment of soul, had you wished to be human again. Never had you felt so wretched to be a monster. Watching Billy like this, you just wanted to be a normal girl by his side. To just be Y/N again. You growled to yourself before you turned on your heel and started to walk away. It was time to collect but the excitement that had been fueling you on had simmered into something else you couldn't quite place and you didn’t like it. You made your way to Anvil, knowing he would be back soon from lunch. You drew some attention when you waltzed in and as you slipped through the doors to the back rooms, Billy’s PA looked up at you. Before she could open her mouth to say anything, you waved your hand and her eyes went vacant for a second. Once it cleared, she blinked slowly before shaking her head to herself, ignoring you completely as she went back to clicking away on the keyboard and you slipped into his office. You moved over to his desk, looking over at the pictures there of him with the Castles and feeling something gnawing at your chest. You felt his presence as soon as he entered the building and you turned around, leaning back on his desk as your eyes stayed glued to the door. When it opened, he stopped abruptly as he saw you.

“Y/N…” he murmured with a shaky voice, shutting the door slowly before he stood in front of it. He seemed surprised to see you somewhat but you knew deep down he wasn’t. Not completely. Your contract with him forged a bond and you knew he’d been waiting for this day. He’d been dreading it.

“Hello, Billy,” you smiled, tiling your head at him. He looked so different from when you’d met before. Now in his suit with his perfectly styled hair and scar-free face. You wouldn't say he was more beautiful now but he was definitely happier, it was radiating off him. And you were here to take all of that away from him. He didn’t say anything as he stared at you and you pushed off the desk, trying to ignore that itching in your chest as you looked at his slightly panicked face.

“It’s time,” you said firmly, squaring your shoulders to steel yourself. His mouth opened and closed for a second, his eyes drifting to the closed door.

“I… Can I… Can I at least say goodbye?” he asked and the sheer hopelessness of his voice felt like someone stabbed you through the chest. You clenched your jaw and blew out a breath. You should tell him no, that wasn't how things worked and this wasn't on his terms. You should make it perfectly clear that he belonged to you and he was lucky. He was lucky because usually you didn't come to collect yourself. Usually, your hellhound did that for you and death by being ripped to shreds by a hellhound was a very traumatic way to go and you’d saved him from that fate by coming here yourself. You couldn't bring yourself to say those things to him though as his dark and damp eyes bore into you, your usual confidence and authority that you wielded like the dangerous weapon it was seemed to be non-existent right now. You turned around, gritting your teeth as you grabbed a pen and scribbled your current address onto a post-it note. You tore it from the others harshly, hating whatever it was you were feeling. Hating that you felt anything at all. You turned back around to face him, walking over and handing him the post-it note.

“You’ve got until tonight. Come by my place when you’re done,” you muttered, your words harsh though. He nodded shakily, blinking at you. 

“Thank you,” he breathed and you forced the growl that wanted to leave your lips down as you stormed past him and slammed the door. You shook your head at yourself as you swiftly left the building and made your way to your apartment. You couldn't make sense why you were breaking so many rules with him. He was just a human. You’d never felt anything for any of them that you made a contract with and it was making your head hurt. 

When you got back to your place, you sat on the sofa in silence as you tried to understand just what was going on with you. You couldn't place anything you were feeling because you weren't used to feeling much. It couldn't be guilt, not when you’d already been so merciful with him. You’d been so excited for this, waited on bated breath for the day to come when you got to take him with you, to be the one to play with him until your heart's content. So why did you feel like this? At 11 pm, your door knocked and you stood up, feeling something suspiciously like nerves prickle at you. You sneered at yourself as you moved to the door and swung it open. Billy was there but the happiness you knew he’d had earlier was gone. He looked wrecked, his face damp from tears and looking so devastated your chest felt tight. You blinked slowly at him before you moved to let him in, shutting the door behind you as he stood there anxiously. 

“What's gonna… what's gonna happen to me?” he asked shakily. You’d purposely avoided it before but it wasn't like he could back out now. The contract was done so you didn’t need to be afraid he'd change his mind. It was far too late for that.

“I’m gonna kill you… I’ll make it painless. Then you’ll be going to the fire and brimstone downstairs with me. You belong to me so I’ll be the one to torture you. Eventually you’ll have a choice to make… you can continue to suffer for the rest of eternity or… or you could give up your humanity and become like me,” you murmured. You could feel the fear radiate off him in waves but worse than that was the utter devastation over what he was leaving behind. He ran a hand through his disheveled hair, his breathing coming in sharp and fast as he nodded. 

“Okay… okay… I’m ready,” he muttered, not sounding ready in the least. You stepped closer to him and he tensed, closing his eyes as his jaw clenched. You frowned to yourself, his sadness felt like it was smothering you, like it was choking you and you hated it. You moved to lay your hand over his chest, hating the tightness in your own as you looked at him. Tears rolled down his perfect cheeks, his eyes still closed as he awaited whatever hell you were about to bring him. Your own distress had the paintings on the wall vibrating and it was taking all of your willpower to stop the apartment building from falling down around you. He cried out in pain and your lower lip wobbled a little, your hand not leaving his chest as he yelled and almost fell over. His skin lit up like the first time, only this time, the words started to fade from his skin slowly. When you were done, he fell to his knees before blinking up at you confused, swaying where he knelt from the pain.

“You need to leave,” you insisted firmly, unable to look at him any longer. You felt like you were wound so tightly that you were about to snap. 

“What?” he asked confused, his voice raspy and raw. You sniffled, wiping your face to find horribly enough, you were crying. 

“Get out! The contract’s gone!” you yelled, making him look at you in shock. The walls started to tremble like a small earthquake was sweeping through the place and he grabbed the wall to help him stand on shaky legs, looking confused and lost. You knew he wanted to ask why, that the question was on the tip of his tongue, but as the walls shook harder and the lights started to flicker, he gave you one last look before he made a mad dash to leave the apartment like he thought you might change your mind. The second your door shut, you let out a rageful yell and the entire building groaned. You could hear car alarms going off in the street as you fell to your knees on the floor. You were going to get in so much trouble for this, you knew you were. You’d be dragged back down there to be on the receiving end of the torture for a while yet for some reason, it felt better than having Billy in your place. You whimpered as you felt it, the call from the big man downstairs as he summoned you. Years felt different down there, one year felt like a hundred. You wondered if he’d torture you so much that the remaining part of your soul would be gone but you knew he wouldn’t be merciful with you, not with what you’d done. You still weren't quite sure just why you’d done it. Unsure why you had allowed a simple human to affect you so deeply. 

It was supposed to be simple. You offered them whatever they wanted and you got their soul in return. You’d forget about them soon after and it would be up to your hellhound to collect them and someone else downstairs to deal with them. Yet, from the moment you laid eyes on Billy, he’d been different. There had been a pull to him like no other, a pull that had you breaking all the rules just to make things easier for him. Why did you care enough to make things easier? Why did you care to give him more time than people usually got? Why did you care so much about how wounded he was to leave this life behind now he finally got his happy ever after? You were ruthless, brutal. Your name had been nightmare-inducing for centuries with the things you’d done. You’d killed people just for the fun of it, relished in taking away things people loved just to see them hurt. Fear, pain and suffering were your heroin, the things that gave you life. Selflessness wasn’t in your nature, even if you were attached to him for some reason. You’d owned his soul, it had been yours, in writing. Any attachment you felt for him should have only increased the possessiveness you’d felt towards him, making you want him down there with you even more no matter how he felt about it. Instead, you’d broken the contract, to let him live his life until it was his time to go and he’d be doing it all without you. Why the hell had you let him go?

—-

Two Years Later

You hurried down the street, glancing at your watch as you went knowing you’d be late. Your boss really wasn't known for having patience. You heard a car honk and you glanced over your shoulder briefly, drawn by the noise, but it caused you to collide with someone in the street. You squeaked, feeling the world tilt for a second before you were caught by strong hands that helped you stay upright.

“Shit, I’m sorry… Y/N?” the voice asked. You looked up at the man as he let you go, blinking up at him in confusion.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” you asked slowly, your eyes trailing his face. He was stupidly handsome and wearing a suit that looked like it was made just for him. He had the darkest eyes you’d ever seen and he was breathtaking. You were pretty sure you’d remember a face like this. A deep frown creased his brows then as he tilted his head.

“Billy… Billy Russo?” he phrased it like a question but you shook your head, it still not ringing a bell.

“Nope, sorry,” you shrugged apologetically. You didn’t think his frown could get any deeper but you’d been wrong and he blinked rapidly, glancing around before his eyes settled back on you.

“I can’t tell if you’re fuckin’ with me or not. You don’t remember me? From two years ago? I sold my soul to you and then you let me go. I went back to your place a few days later to ask why you did it but you weren't there,” he muttered, sounding a little annoyed. 

“You.. sold your soul to me?” you asked warily, taking a step backwards without thinking. Of course, the handsome one had to be a little crazy, you weren’t surprised. It didn’t negate the fact he had known your name though and it was mildly unsettling. He was giving you a weird look you couldn't quite place and you wrapped your arms around yourself feeling more than uncomfortable at the exchange.

“Look, Mr… I don’t know you and maybe you need to see a professional or something but I need to go. I’m late for work,” you insisted, giving him a wary look before you moved around him and started to walk hurriedly down the street. You found your eyes drifting over your shoulder, unable to help yourself like a magnet was drawing you. The man, Billy, was already looking at you, standing in the middle of the sidewalk as people walked around him. He looked a mix of confused and sad as he stared at you and something itched in the back of your brain that you couldn't place. You blinked quickly before turning back the right way, not wanting to bump into anyone else. You really needed to get your ass to work, the library books wouldn’t sort themselves.

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okay i finished here is my rating and a lil bit of my takes..... spoilers :3

6. USS callister: into infinity

honnestly biased because i wasn't that big of a fan of the original. the incel commentary is okay they kinda do humanize him instead of the caricature ffom the first part. honnestly was kinda pissed off they brought back walton from the dead but to be fair he is objectively the best character especially his real world non clone counterpart was so funny to me the scene where he was rooting for this girl to kill the clones was so funny i was giggling my ass off like thats me spectating the guy who killed me on Fortnite get fucked. also uhh youtubers are in this episode tommyinnit specifically (he's the only one i recognize) and i don't watch his content but like i was kinda gagged when he popped up. also i like that they made her plural at the end but in general i just kinda dont see the point of the whole ordeal

5. Plaything

honestly even if its my last on the ranking i didnt hate it...the little guys reminded me of this game called creatures the little norms yk i read a hobbydrama post about it and i like this take on it idk my ending take is that everyone die...appart from that um im extremely attracted to the main guy like his young version the way i would fuck him is not even funny....

4. Eulogy

highkey good af but didnt grab me like my top 3. idk i liked the daughter ai assistant girl and the tragic romance thing was realky good idk this is harry and dora. to me FUCK IDK my takes i just thought it was well written

3. Hotel reverie

black mirror does one thing exceptionally well and it is yuri. lesbians. it was good fuck me. lowkey akwafinas character kinda annoyed me at some pointS IM SORRY IM NOT AN AKWAFINA HATER its just sorry i found her annoying when like my girl was triyng to process that shit and she was all oike read your like like girl chill the fucn out yo. anyways iiiiiiiiii that scene where clara steps out into the void and they like flash trough dorothys lesbian past kinda shook me to my core amd then the clair de lune yuri montage right after like. wow. wow. anyways im general this was such a fresh take on the AI girlfriend trope like they stay together at the end and there isnt like, idk that "you aren't real" dilema and i find that a way more empathetic way to view human / machine relationships in fiction..... and i loved the performance on the part of claras actress she really sells the manner of speech of old movies

2. Common people

the heavy hitter of the season, i enjoyed it it was like. a return to form with that black mirror style whump yk. like when she staryed talking in ads k waz already feeling like shit holy fuck ifni was on that and i started soeaking ads id ask my man to kill me instantly. anyways not much i can say but that its pretty good messaging. like obviously its about streaming service bullshit (black mirror you criticize the netflix yet you are on it etc etc) but also. you know about how fucking humans lives are viewed as products and the intrusiveness of advertising and the fucking american healthcare system ....i dig it!!!!!!!!!

1. Bête noire

i dont care i do not care this was my highlight of the season. its the episode i liveblogged most about for a reason it is just like. i dont know personally the the. like ive already talked about gow its very obviously about how black women are demonized and portrayed as the agressor and it like hits so hard on that but also just the concept of. of like. being gaslit but then like those things becomind true and youre the only one who knowsissssssnlike. so good....god the the scene where all her coworkers are huddled up by the desk while veritys fake criyng after erasing nut allergies from the plane of existance is a level of like. i dunno butbits like a fucking mind fuckery levels that i am glad black mirror is back onto

(also i wanna like. talk about how the internet reacted to this episode and the ending. maria getting the remote and continuing veritys cycle was like very deliberately a bad thing to do even if personally i still rooted for her but a lot of people wanted the episode to have a revenge story arc and that verity needed to win and like. maria is very obviously a bad bad person but like take it as someone who was heavily bullied like i understand that wanting revenge is a very natural feeling but wanting to be a revenge fantasy story in the end is completely overlooking all the billion other aspects of the story, in my opinion like that shit was not leading to a revenge porn story im sorry. also i saw some prople say that it felt like fucking rick and morty premise like??? *person eho was only watched rick and morty voice* looking ass. go watch something good for once im begging you fuck off)

watching the. new black mirror

[findafight]

Re: Billy, yeeaahh, I think there’s exactly one *potential* way Billy could have been persuaded to leave without a fight and that’s if Chrissy was there at the Byers for some reason and she and Steve tricked Billy into thinking he saw her instead of Max. (1/ hopefully 2)

Why is Chrissy there? I don’t know. Maybe this is a ‘Chrissy and Steve are cousins’ au and he called her over in the hopes that her presence would stop the Party from sneaking out to commit arson to save Will’s life. Maybe she actually got caught up in everything last year bc she tagged along with Steve when he went to apologize (probably another cousins au scenario). Maybe she saw Max skateboarding, thought it was cool, and started a conversation. (Part 3 incoming)

(3/3) Cheerleading is pretty hard, so if Max was either already aware of that or found out while talking/hanging out with Chrissy, I think it’s reasonable that Max might admire Chrissy, which could potentially result in Chrissy being asked to the junkyard (especially if Max didn’t buy Lucas’s story, which I don’t think she did).

oooh fascinated by Steve and Chrissy being sporty cousins who are basically siblings tho. Steve who calls Chrissy his "sister but actually my cousin but basically my sister" in his brain because she's maybe 7/8 months younger than him so was in the grade below but they grew up together and almost all the baby pictures have them together in matching outfits :') they saved worms together from the pavement after it rained. Chrissy put them in Steve's hair and he cried. (she did this many times) They sit beside each other at family gatherings and just much sly and cutting mean girl comments about their relatives to make the other laugh. Or make distressed faces at each other from across the table when grandpa Otis is getting drunk and ready to rant.

Chrissy who Steve called during his sad boy clean up his own mess hours and she was like "okay I'll drive you to the byers house? You got knocked around I'll drive please don't get in a wreck auntie Diane would kill me." and she waits in the car for him but then Shit Goes Down and there's lights flashing and Steve runs out, but he stops, and looks back. and then locks eyes with Chrissy, and runs back in. So she follows. And finds out monsters are real right beside her brother-cousin.

yeah okay I'm digging Chrissy and Steve cousins au but it HAS to be coupled with Chrissy lives au I can't do that to them. I can't make Steve try to clear Eddie's name while mourning the only family he's known loved him. (but GOD a Jason/steve confrontation in that au? where jason is like she was your family! and steve is like I know!! That's why you need to believe me that Eddie didn't do this! I want revenge just as much as you! oh god this is so sad no no Chrissy lives in harrington cousin au.)

Anyway but Yeah. I think, like. Billy just wanted to punch someone. I guess because Chrissy is a pretty and popular girl, he would at least hesitate in his itch for a fight. Billy doesn't respect women but he's savvy enough to get in with Tommy, Steve's former bestie, so he knows enough that Chrissy isn't someone he wants to be on the bad side of. So perhaps it would...slow down? the events? idk. I really do think once Billy saw Steve or Lucas he wasn't leaving without punching someone. She could try to convince him it was her in the window, if Steve had gone out first, and that might give the kids time to hide better, but Steve isn't leaving s2 without getting punched by Billy in place of Lucas. It's one of those "locked in the timeline" things for me. Sorry Steve :( at least sometimes you aren't knocked out completely.

this answer is all over the place haha but post s3 pre s4 chrissy seeing Max skateboarding and thinking it's pretty cool and striking up a little mentor-friendship with her is so cute. Two lonely girls</3 Maybe Max teaches her to kickflip and Chrissy Teaches her to cartwheel... holds her ankles up to get the feel for it...and for a little while they don't feel so alone... aww... I love giving Max role models and older girls to look up to. She's got Steve but she deserves some girls looking out for her.

[yuujism]

a curse like you (ryōmen sukuna x reader)

REQUEST:  Hello! I really love ur sukuna fics and i was wondering if i can request a yuuji/sukuna x fem reader where mc is a curse that sukuna knew from many years ago?? Can be fluff, smut or angst. Up to you 😁 thank you so much!! 🤗

| PAIRINGS:  ryomen sukuna x fem!reader

| WARNINGS: little suggestive but nothing bad, grammar errors

| WORD COUNT: 1,653

A/N: i focused this more on sukuna idk  if that’s ok with you !! if not you can send me a message or reqeust and tell me what did you expect so i can change it if i can😭!! anyway i like yearning and ex lovers to lovers prompts so uhh yea 😳 might even write this better with yuuji being more involved and more things happening lmfaosh !! i hope you enjoy!!  ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ

Sukuna was bored out of his mind.

These situations were becoming more recurrent now that the brat that called himself his vessel started becoming stronger and getting the hang of the use of cursed energy.

He could hear everything that happened during the fight: the swearing, the sound of flesh splitting open, blood splashing and some motivational speech every now and then.

This was all a routine for the King of Curses now.

When he felt the light in his flesh for the first time in thousands of years, he swore he would never feel something like that again. It wasn’t anything that deemed itself meaningful, but after centuries of not having contact with anything at all, that moment felt like pure ectasis. He didn’t really count with having to spend most of the time inside of a brat after that.

It was all boring now. Boring, boring, boring. 

“Sorcerers come pretty green now, don’t they?” 

Oh? 

He lifted his head way too quickly, almost giving himself whiplash even if it was impossible. 

That voice. Sukuna knew that voice well. Very well if he said so himself. 

This was the voice that would call him a King in a mocking tone, as if it was calling him the King of idiots instead of the King of Curses. The same voice that refused to let out the sound of his name, too proud and stuck up but whenever they were alone, feeling each other, it would slip out every now and then. A voice that would let out the sweetest pleads and moans whenever he would let his hands travel around that body. And it became the last thing he heard before he was cut into pieces and retained by sorcerers for decades, sinking into the darkness. 

And now, the owner of the voice, who he thought was dead, was standing there, in front of his vessel, with the biggest smirk on her face.

Y/N. The proclaimed queen of curses.

And Sukuna’s... ex.

Sukuna felt Itadori freeze in place, looking directly at you with fear filling his body. The curse couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. Even after thousands of years, your power was way too intimidating and immaculate Sorcerers of the old age would even avoid saying Y/N’s name in fear of summoning her, knowing damn well she wouldn’t hesitate to kill them for making bad use of her title. 

They could feel it. They knew you weren’t just a cursed spirit. You could talk and appeared out of nowhere without even making your presence known. You were probably at the same level as Sukuna. Or Sukuna was at the same level as you.

He really thought you were killed after he was captured, only remembering your revengeful words towards the sorcerers who killed your lover. After that, and for obvious reasons, he never heard of you. Not even in this new era where sorcerers spawned one after the other, never mentioning your name or any hint that lead to your survival. So to see you in front of him, safe and sound and impactful as ever, Sukuna felt relief.

Y/N’s eyes landed on Yuji’s restless ones, as if she was staring at his soul. Which, basically, she did. Her gaze passed all the way through his barrier and soul, finally reaching what she was looking for: Sukuna’s own soul and eyes.

“Damn, King, is that you?” in a blink of an eye, you were right before Itadori’s face, too quick for him to even react and even too scared. “Shit, you’re pretty fucked now, huh? All trapped inside a bag of human flesh.”

Before the girl with the hammer could strike your body after snapping out of her trance, you limited yourself to press a finger in the sorcerer’s forehead, smiling almost sweetly before sending her body flying back with extreme force against the furthest wall of the space, knocking her out. 

“K-Kugisa- Hngh!” Itadori’s words were interrupted by a hand wrapping around his neck, slightly lifting him from the ground as he struggled to move, too weak from the constant fighting with all the cursed spirits that came in a flood. 

“Now, now,” Your voice was too calm, almost tired, getting closer to Yuuji’s face “Why don’t you switch with the oh-so-mighty King of curses? Too scared to come out, huh, King?” 

Your tone ticked Sukuna in more than one way. You were still the same annoying bitch as before. 

If you wanna live you better switch with me, you damn brat.

“Like hell I would switch with you! You’re gonna kill us!”

“Oh, so you can talk with him within yourself?” You let out an amused snort, your grip getting tighter. “Ridiculous!”

Foolish human, she will kill you. Switch with me.

Even if his vessel dying didn’t mean anything to Sukuna, he knew he would never get the chance to meet you again, probably for another thousand years, and these sorcerers were too invested in vanishing him from the face of the earth. 

When Yuuji was about pass out, eyes half closing and his windpipe being pressed roughly, you noticed the way his skin started developing black marks in his face and along his body. You smiled widely when the small scars under the sorcerer’s eyes opened to reveal a red colour looking straight at you, the whole features of this guy in front of you changing to reveal what you were looking forward too.

Sukuna’s hand wrapped around your wrist, claws digging into your flesh as you both stared at each other with a mix of emotions: hatred, anger, amusement. And something more.

“Move.”

You dropped him, backing up a bit as he fixed the hoodie his vessel was wearing, glaring at the queen of curses. You didn’t change at all. If Sukuna had to be honest, you were as hot tempered and attractive as before. He could perfectly remember the way your body reacted whenever he touched the spots that drove you crazy A sly smirk appeared on his face as he noticed the same movement of fingers when you were restless, and he knew it was because of him.

“Nervous, Y/N?” Sukuna chuckled, walking to you to circle around your frame, looking up and down your body. “You know I don’t bite, baby. Unless you ask me to, that is.”

You turned around to look at him behind you, incredulous.

“Hah?” Your head fell back, letting out a louder than usual laugh. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, King. I’m just worried I’ll easily step on you while you’re in this vessel of yours.” Your hand started glowing with your cursed energy, raising an eyebrow at the way his indifferent expression didn’t flinch. “And even more now since you get dominated so easily.”

Once again, something in Sukuna ticked. If there was something he hated more than being looked down upon, it’d be the fact of not being in control of any situation. He never once admitted it, but your comments really got to him. He wanted to be praised and adored by you, queen who would never adore anyone but herself. This just made him even more infatuated by you. Perhaps even after all this time, he could make you say his name in a broken voice.

“You see, you shouldn’t be talking to me like that.” Your smile went away when a hand reached one of your cheeks, caressing it with such care you almost gagged. However, you couldn’t help the way your heart started beating faster. “Or do you think I don’t remember the way I made you submit to me?”

This time, it was you who twitched with anger. Sukuna’s hand grabbed your chin, his eyes falling on those delicious lips that committed the most sinful of acts and spat out the dirtiest of words. He was getting excited already, the fire within him starting to awaken after a long time.

When his face started getting closer to yours, you spat on him, the liquid landing on his cheek and laughing at his dumbfounded reaction after such action.

“A half-assed curse like you shouldn’t be talking to ME like that.” You snarled back, your arm swinging to attack the man in front of you. You almost chanted victory when your fist perfectly landed on the side of his face, making his head to turn to the side.

But when Sukuna turned to look back at you still with your fist against him, you gulped. There was no reaction, no injury that showed he was at least a little faced by the sudden attack.

This was it.

“Well, fuck.” You almost laughed again, expecting the worst to come when his eyes flashed with something dark, grabbing you by both sides of your head. All that time surviving for nothing. Keeping yourself hidden from every single sorcerer that walked the earth and now you were going to get killed by your ex-lover.

But instead of receiving the coup de grâce, Sukuna’s lips smashed against yours in a hungry manner, groaning against your mouth as your hands flew to scratch his arms in surprise, eyes open wide before the movement of his lips and strong hand in the back of your neck made you close them, not being able to fight back your own desires.

Sukuna missed this. Honestly, he missed any kind of physical touch but the fact it was with you again, made him realise it would always be you.

He was as calm as the silence surrounding you now, only the sounds of your heavy breathing filling your flushed ears. You were burning up, face red and glassy eyes. Sukuna smiled before slightly pulling your hair, head slightly falling back and taking advantage of this to place the softest of kisses in your neck. You let out a rather pathetic moan and he deeply chuckled.

“And a curse like you should know who is in charge here.”

[blissfulparker]

Driving First class→T.H

Parings: mechanic!tom x reader

Summary: A bitter fight with your now ex has you taking your car instead of a train for a business trip. Although out of your pettiness and anger, your car breaks down and you are left in the middle of nowhere but luckily Tom sees your distress and the man who works on the car is your best rescue. But he works on you other ways both Physically and emotionally

Warnings: Dom!tom, sub!reader, degrading(only slightly), sex on top of a car, squirting, oral, unprotected sex (this is fictional please use protection!), orgasm denial, power struggle, Tom being scared of women for two seconds

Word count: 5.5k

A/n: yeah so idk why I got so horny all the sudden and wrote this. Tbh...I like this version of tom, whatever this is I kinda like it. Let me know what you guys think, if you want to see more or less but I present to you: the first full fic I’ve written in months!(also I know barely anything about cars so I’m sorry if it’s cringy😭)

“Fuck! Shit! Dammit! Fuck! Fuck!” You scream. Hitting your hands against the steering wheel. Such a stupid idea with a stupid end result how could you not expect it?

Taking a car instead of a plane or a train across the country to avoid your ex on a business trip. Thinking you were being more bold and brave, proving you never needed him in the first place when now you sit stranded out in the middle of nowhere with a smoking engine and only hours until sunset and you’re sweating your ass off in a suit. A suit, who the hell wears a suit on a road trip?

Your Phone only having one bar and giving you 20%, you’re doomed. Doomed to be stranded out here and either killed by a maniac or killed by a bear. If London even had bears you would be killed by one. Wanting to cry and scream and maybe a train seat next to your ex who cheated was a better option than crying in your grandpa’s old Chevy that you thought was a better idea than the Tesla or the BMW. Anything would’ve been a better idea than this one but for once you couldn’t let go of the fiery side to you and just got in a car with your middle finger to your ex thinking you were so much better than a first class seat with expensive champagne.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” You say to yourself. Your hands run over your face. As dramatic as you can be you think you feel the end coming. The smoke from the engine never dies down and the sun is getting hotter and hotter. No more bubble gum pop plays from the radio but instead the sound of birds chirping and your paranoia of a bear eating you eats at your ears. You think maybe you should’ve sent that drunk ‘I miss you’ text to your ex back two nights ago when you were drunk to maybe just feel his dick once more and get on a stupid train with him but now you are—

“Miss?” A knock at your window causes you to jump. Screaming as you are met with the face of a man and grabbing your pepper spray from the keys and pointing. Even though the window was rolled up you still point and he backs up with his hands up.

“What the fuck!” You scream as you lower the pepper spray. You don’t know when, don’t know how, but now pulled in front of you was a black SUV that was in much better shape than your car. A man who wore a tight white shirt and had sweet chocolate brown curls stood with a scared look on his face.

“I-I’m sorry! I-I wanted to make sure you were okay. I’ve seen your smoke some while back and...and you were slumped over your steering wheel and needed to make sure I didn’t need to call police.” He explained very rushed. You place your hand over your heart, calming yourself as you reached to roll down your window so you can properly talk to him. A harmless boy who was probably on his way home.

“I’m fine.” You almost groan as you put your pepper spray back down. Running your hands over your face once again. Tom takes in how nice you look, black suit and neatly painted nails, you looked expensive so what was such an expensive girl like you doing in such a dirty old car like this?

“You got smoke coming from your car, you don’t look fine miss.” He looks at the cloud that still comes from your car. He has a worried look. You hate that you make the assumption of him being a man so he will know how to fix it but at the same time he was an Angel sent from Heaven,

“The engine blew out...at least I think…” you trail off. Honestly you didn’t know anymore, The last time you worked with a car was when you were 15 and before your grandpa died. The only person who truly taught you about cars now seemed to be reincarnated into the Greek god in front of you.

“Mind if I take a look?” He asked and you nodded as you popped the hood.

Stepping out of your car you join the boy in the front. Taller than him in the heels you wore having him look up at you as if you were the Angel sent down in the moment.

He doesn’t hesitate to dig his fingers into your car. Feeling the overheated engine and you watched as his eyes went in shock and his sigh. You were fucked. Utterly fucked and no, it wasn’t by some hot guy on a plane like you wished in the moment.

“She’s busted.” He looked at you. You almost want to roll your eyes and go ‘thanks’ as if you already didn’t know that. “I might be able to fix her up, gotta take her back to the shop and see what I can do but other than that she’s no good for a ride.” He placed his hands on his hips and looked up at you again.

“You mean it’s like broken broken down?” You start to panic even more. Ruining the BMW was far more worth it than the ‘57 Chevy you drove. No one made a car like this anymore and you adored it. Every chip of paint, every dent, each faded seat you loved as your own.

“I can see what I can do.” He shrugged. He starts to walk to his car, opening the trunk to hook your busted vehicle up to his and drag it back to where he just came from. As he starts to hook up your car you only just stare, watching as he does his work. He rubs his now oily hands on his pant leg before he looks up at you.

“You wanna hop in the front?” He asked and you started walking to your car and he let out a laugh. “No I meant my car, Angel.”

The random man that pulls over on the side of the road, has you pointing your pepper spray one moment ago now has you acting like a idiot as he was so pretty and a gift sent just for you.

“Right,” you walk around to the passengers seat. “Sorry.” You cleared your throat as you sat and waited in silence. Waiting for him to come around and when he does he doesn’t say anything but just starts up the car.

“You’re not going to kill me are you?” You looked over to him who has a goofy grin on his face.

“No sweetheart.” He shakes his head and you sigh in relief. As if he would even tell you that he was going to kill you. “You’re not going to kill me are you? With that spray you’ve got?” He teased and you shook your head.

“No, and sorry, I was just panicked and you are—“ you started but he lets a low laugh that you find so attractive.

“No I get it, you’re fine.” He stared back at the road. You were so use to the city, the tall building and the blinding lights you never really got to see the beauty of London outside of it. The gorgeous countryside you never knew existed actually did. But the countryside only lasted for so long before you were in a town filled with some of the cutest shops and was like a small city. So cute and so tiny.

“You wear heels on a road trip?” He broke the silence again and this time you’re looking at the four inch shoes.

“I-well-“ you looked and sounded like a proper idiot. You worked for one of London’s best businesses and now you were stumbling over your words, “well...yes? I’m on a business trip.” You admit and he looks back at the busted vehicle.

“I don’t know what business you work for but them sending you in a—“ he starts and you shake your head.

“No, no, that is mine. I thought—I didn’t want to go on a train and—it’s just complicated. A complicated stupid mess.” You tell him and he tilts his head as if he was agreeing.

“Well, I’ll see how well I can get you out of the complicated stupid mess.” He flashed a smile before he turned into what looked like a garage. A large garage that was filled with cars of all types, from new to old there were cars that had looked like they had been worked on for days as Tom pulled his car up and turned it off.

“We have some water in the front if you need some and there's a bathroom in the back. Make yourself a home, I'll get started.” and so for once, instead of just staring at him as if he was a piece of art hanging in the louvre, you search for the bathroom and the water he was talking about.

Leaving him to pop back open your hood, you walk into the bathroom and run cold water over your face. Feeling yourself relax at the feeling of finally getting the heat from the sun out of your face. Facing yourself in the mirror, you stare long and hard at yourself. The dimly lit bathroom, the achy feeling in your feet from being so stupid and wearing heels, the fact you broke down in god know what part of london but now you are in a mechanic shop and you are letting some random person fix up your beloved car.

“Should’ve just gotten on the train.” you groan as you take a paper towel and dry your face. Reaching for the door and walking back out to the garage where tom was now in a white tank top that was stained black all over, he had a towel over his shoulder as he worked at your car. You try to swallow the lump in your throat as you are completely mesmerized by the man in front of you.

Should've gotten on the train. Should've gotten on the train. Should've gotten on the train.

“Fuck!” Tom almost hits his head on the hood of the car as he sees you. You think he had curly hair at the start, now he had hair that kind of stuck to his forehead from the heat and sweat of your car. His hands are covered in black oils and he wipes them on the towel. “You scared me.” he lets out a breath as if he held it in and you take a seat at the stool next to the table filled with tools as he walks over to it.

“Sorry,” you say as you look at the car and try not to make it obvious you want to fuck him right now. A complete stranger that picked you up, you want to fuck. What if he did want to kill you? What if he had a girlfriend? Or boyfriend? Or a family of kids? What if-

“You hear me?” he was closer to you than ever and you felt your whole body go weak.

“I'm so sorry,” you shake your head. “What did you say?’

He lets out that stupid pretty laugh of his again as he puts tools back in the tool box. Cleaning up the mess he just made he repeats himself.

“I said, your car is so old that they don't make the part I need to fix her up anymore. Luckily I know a guy who has the part but it will take a few days to come in. the engine is completely busted and i think if i go a year up in model I can put it in just right. But for now she needs to cool off. She’s not gonna be able to drive for a while.” he gives you almost a pout and you slouch your shoulders.

“So I'm screwed?” your brows raised and he gave you a pressed lipped look.

“Im sorry angel, I got a spare room at my place or there is a bed and breakfast up the road I can drop you off at but for now there is nothing I can do.” he says and you sigh. Maybe you want to cry, scream, throw something but Tom notices it all at once as he watches your head drop.

Tom grew up around boys. His whole life was wrestling with his brothers and working on cars. He never dealt with girls crying. Even when he had girlfriends they typically left when they were crying but now he has a crying girl right under his roof after he worked on her car. It did take everything in him to not ask why she used the old thing but he knew a lot more was happening than just a beat down old car.

“I'm sorry. I should thank you, not cry.” you sniffled as you looked up at him who was on his knees crouched down for you. Face to face, he had a concerned look.

“I have a feeling that car isn't why you’re crying.” he didn't know how to play therapist and mechanic but tonight he would.

“I was so stupid not to just get on the train. God, I would have already been there by now and all because I didnt want to sit next to my stupid cheating ex who I thought I was so much better than if I just got in this old thing and drove there myself.” you wipe your eyes and he hands you a tissue but you shake your head.

“He sounds like a shit guy.” He spoke and you nodded.

“He is, but he was the only one that gave a shit about me and now I'm here like an idiot. Well, not an idiot...no, yeah. An idiot. You're really nice and sweet though so thank you.” you try and give him a smile and he stands up.

“Get up.” he groans a bit as he stretches his legs. “C’mon sweets, get up. I’m not going to let you cry over a guy who treated you like shit. You drink?” he asked and you nodded. “I have some beer in the fridge, you already had a shit day let's not cry about it.”

You don't know if you wanted to throw the wrench at him or if you needed him to say that. Either way he sets an ice cold beer in front of you and pops open the top for you.

Probably making more money than everyone in this town, you never thought you would plop down on a nearly broken bar stool in the middle of a car mechanic shop and drink away your feelings with a random man you just met today. You didnt even know his name, nor did he know yours but he listened to everything you had to say about your ex boyfriend who was probably fucking some model right now while you for once felt like you didnt have to play pretend nice in front of someone. How you don't know what god above sent this man in front of you but he did and he listened to each of your problems, nodding and not saying anything back as he just listened to everything.

“I used to work on cars too.” you look over at the cars and he raises his brows.you had finally stopped crying so much, realizing what was happening and where you were but you felt like a weight was taken off your shoulders when you told him everything. Not even your best friend could make you feel like that.

“Penthouse princess used to work on cars?” he teased and you only nudged his shoulder.

“Wow, penthouse princess?” you repeat back to him with a playful smile and he nods.

“Never got your name and you live in a penthouse and act like a princess.” he takes a sip of his beer and you finally extend your hand to meet his.

“(y/n).” you shook his dirty one but wow were his hands thick. You could feel each callous and feel each crooked finger. Your mind went to dirty places and you think maybe he caught on as he watched your legs cross over themselves as you shook his hand.

“Tom.” his thumb swiped over yours as he shook your hand. The feeling made you swallow hard and him smirk just a bit for himself. Before you could get too comfy you walked over to a truck that already had its hood popped open. You stumble a bit in your heels and the uneven ground and Tom is quick to follow you to make sure you don't hurt yourself.

“That's the engine.” you point. And he nods, his hand is on his hips as he watches you point and explain. “That's the brake pad, that's where you put in the oil…” you trail on and Tom nods as you get everything correct.

“Very good, darling.” he nods impressed and you look over at him with a smirk.

“What? No penthouse princess?” you're close to him. You didn't realize how close he was to you before you turned around and are almost chest to chest with him.

“Mmh, you have a preference?” he teased and you look down at your feet. You're still taller than him, but you think even without the heels on you would be either taller or the same height as him. You were always told that you were the one in control, always the one in demand which seemed to be a complaint by your ex.

“Mmh,” you lean in close enough to where your chest is gently pressed against his. “I'm not sure yet.” you let your hand go to the strap of his tank top, its dirty with oil before you let your hands go down and touch the muscle. Feeling just how strong he was, he was pretty tanned too. He was both toned and tanned as he watched your hands trail down to the bottom of his shirt.

His hands rested on your waist. Holding you tight in place and maybe in the moment he was the shorter on but he was always in control. Always.

“You seem so indecisive, do you want to drive or get on a train? Get back with a man or stay away? You don't even know where you want to sleep at night but you still act like you're so in control.” he almost mocks, giving you the same pout you had throughout the entire night and it shocked you.

“I know what I want.” you nearly snarl back and he clicks his tongue.

“Yeah?” he almost whispers as he leans in for your ear. “Prove it.”

You don't know when or how but his lips quickly land on yours. In a rough fight for dominance he has his hands wrapped around your thighs and has you picked up and laid down on one of the cars with a hood down. You don't realize it's your car with his hood down until you brace yourself on the hood. Stripping of your suit jacket and fiddling with your pants button but tom is already on it. He's down on his knees, undoing the straps of your shoes as he lets his hands go up and undo the buttons of your pants. Having you nearly completely naked in front of him, that's not exactly what he was going for as he picks you up from the hood as has you on your knees in front of him.

“Was so cute, you thought you were going to get exactly what you wanted.” his hand was dirty as it stroked your face but landed a grip on your chin. Pulling you in close, your head in between his thighs looking up at him with pleading eyes. You almost whimper, you were on your knees for a man you didn't know and you were almost whimpering.

“Dont act stupid.” he nearly spit at you as he leaned back. Your hands are going to unzip his pants but he stops you. Forcing you to rest your hands on his thighs as he pulls himself out of his pants. You swallowed hard as he was bigger than you had expected--far bigger than your ex as you felt like your mouth was watering as he used his thumb to stroke over the tip.

“Stick your tongue out.” he told you. You gladly stuck your tongue out with your mouth wide and ready to take him. He had one grip on your jaw and the other guiding his cock into your mouth. You start to suck but that's not what he wanted. He held your jaw in place as he thrusted up into you.

“Thats a good girl,” he hissed as he used your mouth as if it was his own personal toy. You reached to stroke what couldnt fit in your mouth and he let out an airy laugh. “What a little whore you are.” he shook his head. “So desperate, is this not enough for you? Sucking on my cock not enough for you?” he taunted you and you only moan—or at least try to moan and he laughs.

“What was that darling? I can't seem to hear you?” he teased and you only whined more with your mouth around him. You play a game with yourself where you think you can make him cum like this. Making him cum this early would mean that you always were more incharge from the start. But you barely know him, you don't know how long he can last.

“Get up.” he pulls your head off of him. His cock still hard as it fell onto his stomach and you were drooling with his precum. Your eyes don't even look up at him you look at the redness of his cock, how you want more of it and maybe you were the whore like he said.

“Look at me,” he pulled you up, now face to face with him. His hand that was free slips in between thighs, teasing as he gets closer and closer to your core and he clicks his tongue again. “Such a dirty girl, don't even want to look at me, say thank you, you just look at my cock wanting more. You want more?” he strokes your cheek and you nod. “What was that? A moment ago I thought I was talking to one of the richest girls in London but now I feel like I'm talking to just some whore--” he starts to talk but your lips are already on his. You straddle his hips. Extremely unsturdy but he quickly picks you up and flips you over. As much as he'd loved to see what you look like on top of him. Tits bouncing for him and trying to hold on, here was not the best place. He would get a better view later, he just knew it.

For now he flips you over on your stomach. You're pressed up against the car as he wraps his hand around your waist and uses his fingers for a bit.

“So fucking tight.” he slides in slowly at first. Making you gasp and him hiss. “That other boy fuck you like this?” he asked but you were too busy trying to feel more of him. His hand comes down to your ass and in shock you yelp. “I asked you a question, don't say you don't know manners either.'' He was close to your ear and you shook your head no.

“No!” you nearly cry out as he pushes into you. Completely filling you up. You feel tears perk at the corner of your eyes for how desperately you needed him. You even push back on him and he lets out a soft laugh. “H-he's never fucked me like this, god tom please move!” you cry out. His hands come to your waist and he clicks his tongue again.

“Since you asked so nicely.” he teased as he pulled himself fully out and pushed himself fully back in. you cry out, not caring who heard you, you cried out as he fucked into you like you two were the last people on earth.

“Fuck youre so tight.” he threw his head back as he held on to your hips. You felt yourself give up under him. There was no use in you trying to take control anymore when he did this to you. Had you dumbed down just for his dick.

“I need to cum tom.” you cry out. You try and open your eyes to look back at him who has created a rhythm for your body. His head is thrown back and he shakes his head.

“No.” was all he said and you nearly cry more. “Not yet.” was all he said as he went faster.

“Please, please, please.” you begged between a mixture of moans and cries. Reaching back to hold his hands but he quickly moved them to wrap around your waist and touch your clit. Using his thumb to rub gentle circles you nearly

“So cute when you whine like that.” he chuckled. You felt him twitch, knowing he was close too, you clenched your walls around him. You could barely hear his gasp but you have your cheek pushed up against the hood of your car that got you here in the first place.

“Fuck,” he struglld to moan out. “C-Cum for me.” he sped up and your whole body went numb. You swear you pass out for a moment as all you hear are his moans and the sudden feeling of him stopping.

Both heavy breathing you slowly move yourself to get up, at least turn yourself around so you can face a clearly stunned tom. His mouth open just a bit and his eyes are wide.

“Y-you squirted.” he tells you and suddenly you go from feeling like the sexiest person alive to feeling your body heat up in full embarrassment.

“I-i'm so sorry i-i didn't know-” you start to stammer as you reach for your shirt to clean him up but he shakes his head still trying to catch his breath.

“No, It was hot.” he says as his shock turns into a small smirk, cocky that he was able to do that. “Fuck, have you ever done that before?” he asked.

Your cheeks heated up, even though he couldn't see the clear embarrassment you nodded. One time, years ago when you were by yourself. You hadn't touched yourself in over a month and it was just the highest setting of your vibe and the hottest porn star you could find that had done it to you. Never ever had an actual man been able to make you do that. Hell, you were lucky if your ex even made you cum.

“O-Once, once but I was by myself.” you swallowed hard, you could already see the smirk on his face as he knew he was so much better than anyone you had ever had. He didn't even know your ex partners but if he could get you to do that the first time he fucked you then even you knew you didn't need anyone else.

He uses his clean shirt to clean you up. Helping you slip back on your underwear and making sure that you could still walk--you barely could. He helps you into his car. Letting you cool down a bit before he drove out of the garage, driving down the road and it was only about a minute until you arrived at the cutest house you had ever seen.

He lifted you out and brought you inside, passing you clothes that were far better to sleep in than a suit and your completely ruined underwear, you found yourself getting comfy under his bedsheets.

“So im guessing im not going to the bed and breakfast for the night?” you nuzzled into the sheets that smelt of ocean spray and cedarwood. This man was some sort of god, you swore on it.

“Hmm, no. unless you still want to.” he slides under the sheets himself. His hands dont touch you but you gladly lean in and wrap your arms around him. He at first stills, stiffens his whole body before he relaxes for you. He didn't even know what he was thinking. First he helps the pretty girl he worried was dead on the side of the road and now he has her in his bed after having one of the best orgasms of his life.

“No,” you hum against his chest. “If you don't mind.” but it wasn't a question. This time you take control over the situation and fall quickly asleep in his arms. He only lays there, waiting for you to find yourself fully asleep.

Fuck that stupid train, fuck your stupid ex, and fuck him.

-

Dark roast and sizzling eggs fill your nose. You wake up with puffy eyes, from crying last night embarrassingly in Tom's arms you look down and see you're only in a random stained tee and your underwear. In a way,you thought you hit your head hard enough on the steering wheel that all of this was a dream but it was real. You lay in a grey sheeted bed and hear the sound of music come from the kitchen.

Ideally, if you got on the train, you would have woken up in a hotel with a view of the city and probably eat half of a bagel and drink rich coffee from the breakfast bar before being off to your first conference of the day. But you were instead naked in the bed of a man who was helping you fix your car.

You stumble out of the bed, your legs wobbly, feeling as if you did a hardcore work out you nearly wince. What the man did was something you swore was only in porn. You don't know what kind of magic fucked him over while he works on cars but his fingers were skilled.

“Woah, woah,” Tom came over to you. Plaid boxers and no shirt, you think you died and went to heaven. Your car exploded and you died and went to heaven and if this is what it was then you were perfectly okay with that. “You okay?”

You nod, sitting at the island and only watching him. You knew you had to say a word soon but you didn't know what to say.

“Not so sure how you liked your eggs so I made them scrambled because that's personally how I like them but I can make them any other way you like-” he starts to go off and you only nod.

“No, I like scrambled.” When was the last time you had a breakfast like this? You grew up with servants and your parents are always gone. You never had a breakfast as simple as this.

He gave you a smile, you walked over to the coffee machine and poured coffee into the mug that was already out.

“Not sure if you were a coffee or tea type of person, if you-” before you could listen to his ramble again you shook your head.

“I like coffee. Coffee for the morning and tea typically in the evening.” you tell him and he gives a smile and a sweet nod.

“Me too.” was all he said before he remembered what was happening. “Hey, when do you have to be at that business trip? Or whatever it was?” you nearly spit out the coffee as he brings it up. You knew everything that was happening but honestly you were holding on to the concept you died and went to heaven but you had a conference in probably an hour and who the hell knows where you are.

“You know what,” your heart suddenly calms down. The panic subsides as you take another sip of that coffee. “Fuck them. They have waited for others before and they can wait for me. Fuck the trip, fuck the car and fuck my ex.” you felt good saying it. Tom slid you a plate of eggs and toast and you smiled.

“The car is still better than the train?” He remembers how all of this is about you and your ex fighting and you not wanting to sit on the train next to him.

With a smile, with everything that had happened within the past 24 hours, you pick up the plate and turn to tom.

“I don't think I should've taken the train.”

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[ggukbabyy]

bro... idk about the whole plot of the drabble but it definitely should have some sexual tension going on but i'm not talking about a quick tension, you know... it could take hours or days idk i feel like you would kill it

“No, never,” you comment with a small shake of your head. Taehyung looks indignant.

“Everyone has done something outside of the bedroom at some point.”

You simply shake your head. “Not me.” Your eyes flick to Jeongguk briefly, his gaze drilling holes into the side of your face. He leans forward, forearms resting on the table.

“You’ve never needed someone so badly you couldn’t wait?” His voice is deep and husky, a hidden implication giving his words weight. You hold his gaze.

“The waiting is the fun part.” The corner of his mouth forms a faint smirk.

“That’s where we’ll have to disagree,” he replies, holding your eyes as he takes a long pull from his drink. Everyone breaks off into different conversations, the intrigue of your reluctance to perform sexual acts in a public space no longer the most interesting thing to discuss. Jeongguk appears to be the only one not ready to let it go.

You sit opposite him in the pub, enough people occupying the space that the din of background conversation makes it hard for others to hear as Jeongguk leans across the table once again.

“Do you really believe that? About waiting?” You’re not quite sure why he’s so interested but you entertain his line of questioning.

“100 percent,” you reply without hesitation and Jeongguk nods slowly as he considers your answer.

“You don’t think the desperation to have someone near you, in you, there and then is fun? How is that not better than waiting?” His eyebrows are drawn together in skepticism. He can’t for the life of him understand how you could enjoy waiting. It’s disheartening to hear when he’s spent the better part of the night trying to figure out a plan that would get you to follow him into the toilets. You’ve been acquaintances for about 4 months and he’s spent an embarrassingly large proportion of his time in your company thinking of all the different ways he’d like to spend his time with you if he could get you alone. And not for one second would he want to wait.

“I enjoy the anticipation,” you begin, moving to mirror his position. Jeongguk gets a wonderful eyeful of cleavage and he takes his time appreciating it.

“Wanting it so desperately and knowing you can’t have it now makes it all the better when it does happen.” For most of the sentence Jeongguk is picturing his dick between your tits so he only half hears what you say.

“Anticipation doesn’t change shit,” replies Jeongguk, leaning slightly closer. A small smile plays across your face, head tilted to the side slightly.

“It’s my favourite,” your voice has turned sultry, the alcohol muddling Jeongguk’s brain preventing him from noticing the change immediately. “The person is so close and not close enough, almost touching where you want and you could scream in frustration because two centimeters to the left and it would feel so fucking good, but they make you wait,” your voice is soft and captivating; even with everything happening around Jeongguk you’re the only one he can hear. His whole body feels jittery yet he’s glued to the spot, his chest beginning to rise and fall just a little deeper as you draw the perfect picture for him. “And wait some more, until I could cry, until I’m begging for the slightest touch or kiss in just the right place, so desperate and needy.” The switch from describing a situation to talking about yourself doesn’t go unnoticed by Jeongguk. In fact, it makes the room seem a little hotter, his pants feel a little tighter, his brain seems a little more clouded as he tries to focus on anything but the sounds you’d make as you beg or the words you’d say to get what you wanted from him. Saliva pools in his mouth at the thought of you spread below him close to tears with desperation. Your eyes are alive and wild yet the rest of your face is the picture of innocence and he’s not sure how much more he can take. You’re inching closer to his face across the table as you speak.

“But you don’t like waiting, do you Jeongguk?” You ask and he can faintly feel the warmth of your breath against his lips from this distance. He swallows thickly.

“You don’t want to keep me waiting, don’t like the idea of making me beg for it? For you?” You add on innocently, eyebrows raised as though you’d asked a perfectly simple, appropriate question. Jeongguk can barely form a coherent sentence with his head so full of everything you’ve just said. You stay there leaning on the table for a few more seconds, Jeongguk’s eyes flicking down to your lips, the air around you both suffocating and heavy. You grin widely before leaning back into your chair triumphantly. Jeongguk’s eyes are clouded with arousal, not trying to hide where your words have taken him and his reluctance to return to the real world. By the time he does you’ve moved on to a conversation with Jimin, giggling at his shit jokes. You don’t look Jeongguk’s way once for the rest of the night and it drives him insane.

-----

Two weeks later and you’re at Jimin’s place for a barbecue with a friend. Only Jimin’s housemates are Yoongi and Jeongguk, and no one told Jeongguk you were coming over. Ever since the night at the pub, Jeongguk has fantasised about you more than he would care to admit - even to himself. More than a few times his hand wandered south with pictures of you flashing behind his eyelids, replaying the conversation you’d had over and over, vividly picturing you doing the things you’d described. So when he walks out of the patio doors into the garden to see you laid across a towel on the floor, the smallest bikini he has ever witnessed wrapped around your body, to describe his feelings as shocked is a gross understatement. From his vantage point he can watch you while you remain none the wiser, so he takes the precious time to appreciate everything that you are. Your legs go on for miles and are toned to perfection, your tits fill out your bikini with some left to spill over the side and yearning burns deep in his stomach to have his lips against the smooth flesh, dragging his tongue leisurely across your nipple. Images of you begging for him flash violently across his mind, and he’s itching to return to his bedroom for a few minutes. But then you turn over and notice him, a lazy grin creeping slowly across your mouth.

“Can I help you?” You ask innocently, eyes dancing with amusement at having caught Jeongguk staring. He saunters over to you, arms braced behind him as he sits down.

“You’re in my garden, I should be asking you that question.” Your eyes are glued on the way his biceps tense to support his weight. It should be illegal for Jeongguk to walk around shirtless, even if it is the height of summer. For the sake of your own sanity he should walk around in a full wetsuit - but you’re sure he’d manage to make that look sexy. His broad chest is on full display, the golden skin pulled taut against the toned muscles of his abdomen. Your eyes continue their journey down his stomach, thoughts swirling at the dusting of hair beneath his belly button, following it down until it disappears beneath his shorts.

“Are you nearly done?” Amusement drips from his words as you pull your eyes from their pleasant detour. You fight desperately to keep the heat from your face.

“Almost.” Jeongguk’s tongue pokes the side of his cheek at your answer. He’s used to girls fawning over him, melting into a puddle of shy giggles and doting compliments. Not this. The idea of having you begging beneath him becomes more and more appealing the more you demonstrate all the ways you need to be taught a lesson.

Both of you bask in the heat of the sun in silence, music drifting out from the kitchen, Yoongi’s contagious laughter bringing a smile to your face. Surreptitiously you peek one eye open, looking sideways at Jeongguk. The perfect definition of his jaw is showcased with the way his head is tilted towards the sun, little beads of sweat developing at his temples and clinging to the nape of his neck.

“You should really put suncream on,” you state, shutting your eye before he can catch you again.

“Are you offering?” His tone is bored but excitement thrills through his chest.

“Not really.” Jeongguk fights the smile threatening to reveal itself.

“If I end up burning, it'll be all your fault,” Jeongguk complains, and when you say nothing in return, his arms buckle under his weight dramatically, his back thudding against the grass.

“I can feel the blisters forming already,” he groans, rocking side to side. You suppress chuckles as you watch his performance.

“Unngh,” he groans, turning his head to look at you, a fake pained expression pulling against his features. “I need you to put suncream on me,” he whines, “please.” His lips jut into a pout.

“Only because you asked so nicely,” you reply with an eye roll, Jeongguk all but ignoring it as a delighted grin lights up his face.

While you grab the cream, Jeongguk arranges himself into his original position, a satisfied smile gracing his plump lips as he basks in both his small victory and the heat of the sun. His smile vanishes, eyes snapping open, when he feels the cool of a shadow passing across him only to be faced with you straddling his lap. Your expression is the picture of innocence, eyes wide, head tilted, soft lips slightly parted as you hold to bottle of cream in one hand expectantly, but a flicker of wickedness flashes across your eyes, there one second and gone so quickly Jeongguk could almost convince himself that you’re clueless to the effect your close proximity has on him. But the way your back arches into him gives you away.

Jeongguk hisses a breath through his teeth at the first contact of the suncream against his warm skin and you giggle. There’s no hint of amusement on his face. Having you so close and yet unable to touch you has his mind reeling and frustration bubbling like acid in the pit of his stomach. You smell incredible, sweet and floral, and your hands are delicate as they roam his chest and stomach, eyes completely focused on the task at hand. He sighs deeply as he lets himself become lost in the way you touch him, the way your hands rove confidently, traversing low enough to have him forcing down the urge to buck his hips against you.

Nothing in the world is going to pull your gaze from the path your hands trace against Jeongguk’s skin. From his broad shoulders and collarbones you would be happy to drag your tongue across, to your palm grazing his nipple, noting the muscle in his jaw jumping at the contact. Down, down, down his stomach as low as his shorts allow, over his hips and waist. All amusement has vanished as your fingers explore. Jeongguk’s breathing is deep as you toy with the waistband of his shorts, slipping the tip of your finger just underneath. He’s watching you like a hawk, nostrils flaring as he wills you to just reach down, give him the look so he can take you upstairs and show you there’s no fun in waiting. Instead you raise your eyes to his and breathe out, “I need to do your arms.”

He shifts his weight forward, one arm held out for you, the other sliding around your body, hand resting gently on your arse. Raising your eyebrows questioningly at the placement, Jeongguk simply shrugs, a devilish smile flashing at you.

“What’s the matter, darling?” His deep voice questions. You forego a reply, squeezing cream directly onto his arm. He watches your face with delight as you continue.

“Turn around so I can do your back,” your voice is barely above a whisper. Having him so close for so long is starting to prove difficult. You can’t get your thoughts away from his hands, how strong and big they are in your own, how they’d wrap perfectly around your neck or how easy it would be for Jeongguk to prod and massage your g-spot until you were exhausted from overstimulation. It hasn’t slipped your notice that he’s been getting progressively harder beneath you, every inch of him pushing against your core. It’s getting hard to breathe, hard to look him in the eye - he relishes every second of your struggle with a cocky grin. His eyes are heavy and clouded with arousal and he drags his gaze leisurely down your body and back again.

“I’m sure you can reach from here, darling.” The determined look in your eye has Jeongguk chuckling. The action of reaching your hands over his shoulders and down his back has your chest pushing into his face and a small groan rumbles in Jeongguk’s throat. Your stomach burns with desire at the sound, a desperate need to hear the sound over and over, louder and then whispered into your ear, claws mercilessly at your insides, threatening to suffocate you. Without thinking you push your hips down in an effort to garner some friction against your swollen clit. The manoeuver doesn’t go unnoticed.

Jeongguk’s mind is blank. Your arse is pushing back into his palms, his fingers massaging the supple flesh delicately. With your tits so close to his face he determines it would be criminal if he doesn’t lean forward just a little more. His hair tickles your cheek as he moves, his nose brushing your chest as he gets closer. He flattens his tongue against the swell of your breast, licking a stripe against your glowing skin before sinking his teeth into you. A small gasp escapes your lips, hips rutting against him of their own accord. He groans again, using his hands to push you into him harder, desperation and frustration intermingling at the clothing separating your pussy from his bare skin. He pulls back to look up at you, the muscles of his jaw jumping as he restrains himself. Your lips are so close, both of your chests rising and falling rapidly, each waiting to see what the other will do, the atmosphere suffocating as the tension rises. Jeongguk’s gaze is intense and his eyes flick briefly down to your lips, his intentions and desires clear.

“Come to my room.” His voice is gravelly and shoots heat directly to where you need his touch the most. “Let me touch you, make you feel so good, princess.”

“We can’t,” you whisper back, lacking conviction.

“Why not?” Whines Jeongguk.

“Everyone will see and they’ll know.” It’s a feeble excuse and your resolve to stick with it is crumbling quickly.

“I’ll happily fuck you out here if that’s what you’d prefer.” Your cheeks flame at the idea. “It would be easy,” he continues, mind so consumed with you and his need to have you as close as possible. His fingers skim the apex of your thigh, toying with the edge of your bikini. “I’d just have to pull this to the side and then I’d see your pretty pussy, but I bet you have a tight cunt, couldn’t take my cock all at once.” Your core clenches reflexively at his words and you know you’re absolutely fucked.

“Come to my room,” he states, moving your hips over his with his hands. You smile devilishly, leaning forward until your lips almost brush.

“I’m sure you can wait a little bit longer.”

an; so i clearly don't know the meaning of the word drabble and you said i'd kill it so the perfectionism took over and i couldn't stop until i thought it was good

[cydhouseofgryffindor]

Mayans spoilers

This shit is out of control chile!

I was so conflicted when EZ and Manny (idk his characters name yet) were fighting 😭

Gilly is forever about that action lmaoo

Angel and Nails? No just fuckin no. She is not built for this life. Her trying to stop him from going after his brother pissed me off so bad…even though I know it’ll hurt Angel I really hope the baby ain’t his because I can’t take much of her and all her crying. Like idk why they’re forcing this…mans literally dreads having to go home and then deleting his other baby’s pic? Ion like that. At least he isn’t sleeping in jeans anymore though.

I thought we were going to get two whole episodes without Emily but…

Bish has officially lost it…idk mans needs a hug and therapy

While I’m happy Manny has a neck tattoo (they knew) that shit is so ugly lmao like wth?!

They did not have to make me think they killed Angel..I was about to turn the whole show off and never watch again

EZ with that fake ass beard had me crying lmaoo but I’m happy we get to see more of his time in prison

The time jump was weird though..like why?

Letty needs to relax like foreal

EZ also needs a whoopin for many things but do not ignore my father in law like that sir! Also that big ass dog in that little ass trailer?

Taza just seemed out of it man…he’s battling his demons like shit

I’m guessing we’re going to get a lot of flash backs? Because they didn’t explain some shit within those 4 months. I mean was coco punished or anything? Or they just said fuck it. I’m so happy he’s clean again thought but he needs to let Hope go.

This man from jail is gonna set EZ on a rampage I feel like…

I’m excited for this season though