#wish i wasn't so hot and funny and desirable

[no-one-hears-me]

random story idk why I feel like telling this. anyways. so like a month ago I was taking a good thorough shower like full shave and exfoliating my scalp type shower yk. so as I was exfoliating the inside of my belly button I was thinking to myself about how no man deserves to even LOOK at me etc etc. that type of shower. then later that night a man asked me to hang out and it was like 1am so we all know what kind of hang out session this would be. and obviously like noooooo wtf at least offer to take me to applebees first but at the same time I was like well. maybe I shouldn't let all my hard work go to waste

[yo-yo-yeonkai]

CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR - CHOI YEONJUN - NSFW

Yeonjun x fem!reader

Genre: Smut

Warning list: Dom!Yeonjun x Brat!AFAB, reader, insecure reader for a second, shower sex, mild size mention, fingering (f!receiving), marking, scratching, chocking, degradation; (slut), pet names; (love), have to stay quiet, private in public- does that make sense?

Word count: 3,500

Summary: Lucky you got to be a back up dancer for your best friends k pop group, and your crush also happens to be in the group. Teasing him couldn’t end badly could it?

This is my drabble for @majestyjun ‘s Yeonjun birthday event! I hope you all like it and give all the artists involved support <3

Rushed hands wrapped around your wrist, yanking you harshly into the boys showering room. But their rough dragging didn't stop there, you were then pushed into a showering cubicle, the sound of the lock turning soon after.

Was this... the consequences of your own actions?

You knew you shouldn't tease Yeonjun, but you just couldn't help it. It was far too much fun to pass up, even with the rest of your dance team and txt in the room...

The one who had pulled you out of the corridor, slowly spun his head to meet your gaze. Red hot rage shot through his usually soft brown eyes, straight into your head. His voice wasn't much different to the emotion that showed in his stare. "Do you think that's funny", he mutters, voice low and grumbly, almost like he's holding back the words that he wants to say.

Like frightened prey, when cornered by its predator, you take a step further away from him. But just like the predator, he takes a step closer to you, not letting the chance of intimidation slip through his grasp.

"Answer me!" he demands, like a king that's used to having every last order he makes fulfilled with a click of his long fingers.

Any chance at escape is quickly limited by the slam of his hand conjoining with the wall next to your head. Dominance seeped from ever action he made, whether it be big or small. Embarrassingly, a small yelp travelled out of your mouth at the action, your mind running at 100mph just to figure out how you got yourself in this position.

He seemed to desire the honest truth, so that is exactly what you must give him. The king's orders may never be disobeyed after all. Finally, some words slipped from your lips, in a quiet mumble "Yes, I find it funny".

Body shaking slightly with a chuckle, his handsome face drew closer to yours. Your bodies pressed against each other in a warm heat, a feeling you never knew you needed until now. Every curve of your bodies slipped against each other like an irregular, but beautiful puzzle. Almost as if the cuts in the pieces weren't straight but fit together none the less.

Flicking your wandering eyes back to his, you noticed that the rage that burned within them was replaced by something else. Deep, dark lust pooled in his eyes like a desperate starved monster.

Controlling meanings slipped through his words as he spoke, "Well, it's not! You do not get to tease me like that, in front of everyone. Is that understood?”

A teasing, slow hand slid its way onto your waist, grabbing onto you, like a claim to victory. The motion made you feel weak already, you were never great with soft physical touch. The slow drag of his fingertips against your soft skin made goosebumps rake along your skin, a tell-tale sign that you were sensitive to that sort of attention.

Your voice kept to its same nervous mumble as you responded "Understood". The word was simple, but that's all he wished to hear from you, the clear acceptance to his dominating demands.

His chest shook once again, a raw chuckle slipping through his sweet, plump lips. Faces growing closer together, his breath fanned over your face, the distance between your lips slowly diminishing.

Sudden waves of realisation at the current situation washed through you, like cold water shocking your system. "Ummm Yeonjun.." you whispered, the sound coming out like a soft whisper of wind, despite it being the start of a storm.

Swarming eyes flicked away from the stare they had on your lips, up to your eyes. His head shook lightly, gaining control of his emotions for an honest second. “This is your chance (Y/N). Tell me yes or no now. Cause you know I am going to fuck you if you don't tell me no." he ordered, fingers running against your chin and gripping it gently.

His desires had been perfectly set out for you in a display window, now you just had to make a choice. But just as his desires were obvious, yours ran like a clear river through your mind, paving a path for the dirty thoughts to flow.

In a swift attempt to gain dominance over the situation, you leant forward and pushed him up against the opposite wall to the one you had just been trapped against. Feet stood in tiptoes, desperately reaching up to kiss him.

Your lips joined together in a heated, impatient kiss. Perfection was laced through every move of his soft lips against yours, a calculated pursuit of pleasure. Slick wetness prodded its way into your mouth, his tongue tangling with your own. The fight for control was soon over and every move he made would determine what you would do next. He had full control over you, like a puppet. Would you let him use you? Maybe after a small fight...

Hands that were once holding tightly onto your waist, pushed you off him, the distance becoming evidently clear in the rush of cold against your skin. Sharp eyes looked down at you, then drifted to the shower at your side. A sly smirk dawned upon his lips, like he had just had the best idea of his lifetime. You weren't exactly an innocent girl; you could tell what he was thinking.

The quick, hard order met your ears "Strip", he didn't say it like a question, or an offer. It was a command he spoke, a must, and God only knows what happens to those that dare disobey his highnesses orders.

Fear of retribution didn't stop your mind from spinning into a frantic panic at the thought of removing your clothes. The approaching insecurity you held deep within you begun to creep out like a deadly virus, poisoning you and spoiling your thoughts.

The deep chuckle of his voice sounded to your ears, pausing your worry for a split second as he spoke “Don't get shy now Love. You weren't shy earlier. See, l'lI show you how to do it".

Fingers gripped onto the bottom of his shirt, skilfully pulling it over his head. Every curve, dip and lift of his defined chest and arms were now on display for your hungry eyes to feast upon. Unholy desire, to run your fingers along him, spun your head away from your insecurities and towards the goal at hand.

Your own fingers pulled at your top, throwing it to the corner of the cubicle, your shorts following suit. Patience was strung like a thin, flimsy wire, and the second he took off his shirt the wire snapped, freeing you of any control you once had over yourself. Your underwear remained on your body, not wanting to show him anymore, unless he would equal out the playing field.

Putting on a show his hands ran down his chest, over every part of him you wanted to touch, right to the very edge of his shorts. A stray finger slipped under the band and pulled it down far too slowly for your thirsty mind. The show was coming to a quick close as he noticed your impatience and pulled them down his legs, disregarding them where your own clothes had begun to pile.

You practically threw yourself at him as soon as he was leant against the wall again. Lips joined together in a hungry kiss, hands roaming each other's bodies and the remainder of your clothes were quickly shimmied and thrown off yourselves.

Desperation was clouding you both like a thick aura, and you knew you didn't have enough time to take this slow, you needed to get on with this soon or the rest of the dance team would figure out where you'd gone.

A stray finger ran down your slit causing you to shiver at the surprising feeling. When did his hand get down there? You have no clue. Do you mind? Not one bit.

"God you are so fucking wet" he groans, desire to have his cock shrouded in the feeling of your wetness evident in the whine of his tone. Even guys like Yeonjun start whining when it comes down to it. How well can he keep his composure? You'll find out.

The finger dipped into your entrance, giving you all the attention you needed. The finger was slow, teasing for a bit, but it quickly became faster, harder. Before long, there was another finger in you, fucking your insides and getting you ready for Yeonjun's cock.

He knew what he was doing, every curl and plunge of his fingers told you that much. Whether he had done this before was a mystery, but it's not like you were innocent either. Is it bad that you hoped he hadn't done it before, that's selfish isn't it?

He moved his spare hand up to one of your tits and he rolled and played with your nipple until he got a reaction out of you that he liked, one that told him he was touching you right. With the lustful mix of his fingers thrusting into you and your nipple being played with you were moaning like your life depended on it. You had always been told you were a loud girl, and right here wasn't really the place for it.

The very moment he felt your walls clench around his fingers he pulled away from you. Sticking his wet fingers in your mouth he ordered "Now be quiet whilst you take me hmmmm~ and if anyone walks in... make sure you don't say a fucking word".

As he speaks you twirl your tongue around every inch of his fingers, lightly sucking and tasting yourself on him. "God, don't do that. You'll make me want to stick my dick in your mouth" he choked out, quickly removing his digits from your mouth, a line of saliva connecting you for a mere second before it broke.

"And what's so wrong with that Jjunie~" you whisper, bringing your body against his and squishing your chest against him. His composure was breaking with your games, and you wanted it to shatter completely. You find such joy in trying to bring a man to his knees.

Fingers wrapped around your neck and pushed you away from him and under the shower "Shut up... or I'll make you" he muttered; words meant more as a warning than a challenge. But... you liked being used like a slut, that's why you acted like a brat. Clearly Yeonjun had you figured out more than other guys do.

You would have countered back had you not found the hand around your neck to be the most attractive thing he could have done to you. Your knees grew weak, and you practically wanted to throw myself at him, but you'd restrain yourself.

His other hand reached behind you and turned on the shower, warm water running over your body, making you glisten in such a filthy way. You wondered if he was thinking he could wash and fuck the brat out of you... if he was, he was severely mistaken.

The grip on your neck disappeared, but that doesn't mean that his control was gone. Ghosting touch remained on your neck reminding you of the type of man he is, the things he would do if you don't comply to him, and oh how tempting it was.

As the thoughts of disobedience rung through your head, they were just as quickly wiped away. Yeonjun turned you away from him, bent you over and stroked a rough hand up your ass.

Your hands swiftly found the wall, and used it to keep you stable, opening your legs so he would have full access to you. One rough smack to your ass echoed through the room, your yelp following soon after. “That is for teasing me" he told, voice hardly recognisable as his own anymore. Another spank to your ass made you let out a loud moan this time. “That's for acting like a pretty little slut.... And this one, is because I wanted too" he spoke, one final slap to your ass making a moan slip from your mouth.

Just as you were gaining back your composure and state of mind, you felt his cock press against your hole. Your eyes slipped closed as you concentrated on the small bit of stimulation you were desperate for. His cock slowly traveled up and down your slit a few times before he actually bottomed out inside of you. A moan ripped from your throat at the feeling of being aggressively stretched by his big cock, whilst a thick groan came from his own mouth.

For you the initial entrance was always the most pleasurable feeling, other than the orgasm of course, and because Yeonjun fingered you before fucking you were that bit more sensitive.

Every slip of his dick, in and out of your hole, had you whining desperately. His fingers reached forward and wrapped around your mouth, quickly realising you wouldn't be able to hold back your sounds. "As much as I do want to hear that slutty voice of yours, I think it's best you be quiet" he whispered, bringing his hips back before slamming into you.

It wasn't long before he was rocking into you at a brutal, pleasurable pace, your body slamming forward at the movement. Your hands slipped every now and then, the wet tiles not giving you as much grip as Yeonjun had on your hip. The water had your hair in a slick wave, travelling down your back and it would flick over your shoulder every other thrust, reminding you simply how hard Yeonjun was fucking you.

Just as you felt the knot in your stomach start to burst, his dick slipped out of you, the feeling fading slowly. He made quick work of flipping you around so you could face him as you whine "Fuck, no, Jjunie, I was going to cum!" Your voice sounded as an annoyed whisper, angry at his behaviour, but aware that people may hear you if you were too loud.

So far you had been lucky, nobody had come into the showering rooms. But that was to be expected, it's the middle of the day and people don't go to showering rooms mid schedule, let alone the ones at the company. Everyone is simply too busy with other things and have no reason to not use the showers at their dorms, which gave you the perfect spot to fuck.

His chest shook with that familiar chuckle as he picked you up, your legs wrapping around him naturally. The arms holding you up were as strong as you had always imagined after seeing him dance in his vests during dance practice. Now that they were around you in such a filthy act you felt your stomach swirl.

His dick slid back into your hole like it was nothing, your arousal paving the perfect path. Your back made contact with the wet tiled wall as he started fucking you again. "That's exactly why I turned you around, so I can see that beautiful look on you face when you cum on my cock". The very sound of his words had made you weak, a loud moan coming out of your mouth, despite you biting down on your lip to stop the sounds from escaping you.

He thrusted in and out of you, kissing at your neck roughly, probably leaving marks you'll hate him for later. With each kiss he left you felt a stinging sensation linger where his lips once had, that was enough to tell you he was marking you, that you were sooooo getting told off later, but you really couldn't care less.

Your hands roughly grabbed onto his back, your nails scrapping along it just as harshly as he was kissing your skin. You were just trying to grasp onto something, but the water had your pretty acrylics sliding across his skin. A low groan sounded from his throat "Fuck, keep doing that". You don't know what he loved so much about it, but you couldn't stop doing it, so you weren't one to complain.

As much as you felt the knot in your stomach start to burst, you tried to hold it off, not wanting to cum without him.

His movements started becoming erratic and you knew he was going to cum soon, and he wasn't the only one. You locked your lips to his, knowing you would moan loudly when you cum. One thrust, two thrusts, three and you had cum on his dick, but the thrusts didn't stop for him, he needed a few more before he had cum. You moaned into the kiss, his groans joining with yours.

When he pulled you off his cock you whined at the lack of warmth he provided. You detached your mouth from his, heavily panting with your head leant on his shoulder. Slowly, he helped you back into a standing position and under the water, so he could help clean you.

As he washed your hair you stared up at him, your hands placed on his abs. He looked so pretty flushed slightly red, and you knew that such a sight had made you blush.

You ran your hands all over his chest, feeling your fingers run up and down the definition. He chuckled, looking down at you as his hands massaged the shampoo on your scalp "It's nice to know you like my body~", he teased in a low mumble.

You huffed and took your hands from him "No need to be all cocky about it" you muttered, whining like a child that just got told off.

Staring up at him, a sudden thought crossed your mind “Yeonjun...?" You whispered, he nodded his head and you continued “how am I going to get out of here without being caught?".

He shrugged his shoulder and started washing his hair, not seeming all that bothered about the situation you were now in. "Yeonjun, help me think of something" you whispered to him, he shook his head with a laugh "no, cause it's not my problem. This is revenge for teasing me during dance practice, do you know how complicated it was to try and hide how hard I was. I hope this lesson will teach you something~ You will get caught. I won't, I did nothing wrong, all i did was shower. You are the one breaking the rules!"

You shook your head at him and pushed him out from under the water quickly washing yourself then getting your clothes back on. Seeing as they weren't wet you could continue to wear them.

Then you literally unlocked the door, left it wide open and ran out of the boy's bathroom. You were quick, not giving anyone the chance to see you, not that anyone was at this side of the company right now.

You made it back to the girls showering rooms and quickly dried your hair, re applied any other daily product and made it back to the dance studio before anyone could notice where you had gone.

You slid up next to Taehyun, your best friend, and he nodded at you, not really noticing you had gone anywhere. Five minutes later Yeonjun walked in with a sweet look on his face, his normally tucked hair behind his ears, not a single thing out of place. You hadn't even looked in the mirror, for all you knew you could look like shit.

You tried to mind your own business and stay huddled up in the corner, leaning on Taehyun. But Kai didn't seem like a fan of the idea. "Hey Hey (Y/N)! You are back! Come join us!?" He shouted, practically pulling you up to join him. You looked over to the group he was on about and as much as you loved them, you just didn't feel like it.

"Sorry Kai, not right now hmm~ l'm trying to get rest before we begin practice again. Go play with one of the other dancers~" you say, crumpling back down to Taehyun's side as Kai lets you go. "Hmmm, fine, but later though" he tells, quickly running back to them.

"Did you just go for a shower?" Taehyun asks? You slowly turn to face him and nod, knowing he had already figured you out. "Don't use the shampoo at the company again. This one doesn't smell right...

It's not your smell... does that make sense?". You couldn't help but giggle at him, you knew exactly what he meant, and it was adorable that he knew what smell suited you. "Noted, don't use this shampoo again" you joke, running your fingers through your hair, hoping he wouldn't notice how odd it was to take a shower halfway through dance practice, only to get sweaty again.

You glance up and see Yeonjun staring at you from the other side of the room. It wasn’t a friendly gaze it was teasing…. Oh lord, is it time for lesson two? What have you done?

[elvisabutler]

Austin!Elvis x reader - Elvis convinces the reader’s mom to let her stay at Graceland for the whole summer. You can do whatever you want from there.

queen of graceland

summary: your parents don't like elvis one bit. you do like elvis quite a bit. somehow you get your parents to allow you to stay with your boyfriend all summer. the two of you have a plan to make your stay permanent. fandom: austin butler | elvis ( 2022 ) | elvis presley rating: m pairing: austin!elvis ( 50's ) x female reader word count: 5007 ( do i have an explanation? no, no i don't. but welcome to why my requests take a hot minute i guess? ) warnings: p in v sex ( unprotected ). oral ( f receiving ). breeding kink. mutual weirdly wholesome entrapment. everyone is of age. going against parents' wishes. controlling parents. pregnancy. gladys' death is mentioned at the very end. mentions of elvis's close relationship with his mother. author’s note: first off anon! thank you for this request and saints preserve me i am truly sorry it took so long to get to it and it turned into- well this. so i got this before i did kinktober and blah blah we all know life is hectic around the holidays but once i realized this clearly is happening with an of age reader and all that jazz i had to pick an elvis and while i believe it can be agreed that this prompt lends itself well to a sort of dark ( or innocent tbh ) 70s elvis thing- my brain settled on this interesting 50s elvis mutual entrapment breeding kink thing that was originally a little darker but still has those morally grey tinges. i hope you enjoy anon, i did actually really like this prompt from the moment i got it. special thanks to @blurredcolour for being my 50s elvis woman always and my partners in breeding mrs. presley crime, y'all know who you are. and if you all so desire you can imagine elvis in this. but i did try and stay closer to the movie than i have lately on some of my specifically austin elvis requests as of late.

Your mama hates Elvis, it's a fact you've known since the moment she laid eyes on him when you brought him home. First it was that he wasn't good enough for her daughter, too poor, too stupid and too destined to be in the poor parts of Memphis until he dies. Then it was that he was too vulgar and too free wheeling and he was just gonna hurt you, besides what would he see in the girl he left behind at home. All the things she whispers in your ears aren't true because you know as well as anyone the Elvis is practically obsessed with you to the point of madness. It flatters you and delights you enough to make you want to keep him until the end of both your lives. It makes you want to claim him and keep him as your own, to be at home while he travels the states or to accompany him, whatever he wants and whatever brings you the most pleasure in your life.

These wants are how you found yourself practically begging your mother for permission to spend the summer at Graceland after Elvis has already plead his case. You're nineteen and an adult but you still live under your mama and your daddy's roof so their rules are law. And their main rule is one date every two weeks with you and your boyfriend. The concept of you spending an entire set of months with him is not one they're willing to easily agree to but you promise that no funny business is going to go on and besides, his own mama would rather die than have him do anything untoward to you. Nevermind that she's been pressuring him to put a ring on your finger since she realized that you were fine with how close they were, found it endearing and hoped, God willing that your own son and you would have the same sort of relationship. Granted, you were aware that it was unhealthy and all but- Elvis wasn't ever going to unwind himself from his mama so you dealt with it, you could deal with it and charm her to where she needed to be charmed.

Elvis doesn't waste a minute as soon as he sees you walking up the steps of Graceland, carrying two bags full of clothes you planned on wearing while you were there. He takes them from you despite your valiant protests and sets them down by the door the moment he shuts the front door.

"Can't believe you got her to agree to it." Elvis grins, practically bouncing on his heels. He looks like a kid in a candy store, like you've given him the best present you could have for his birthday, his Christmas, his everything. "Getcha all to myself all summer."

You move closer to him moving your hands to his hips and pulling him in for a kiss that's supposed to be chaste but- you've missed him too much to try, instead allowing your tongue to meet his and your teeth to pull at his lip earning a low moan from him as you pull away. "If you do your job right, it'll be longer than the summer, Elvis. I'll be here every summer. Every winter." You move one of his hands to your stomach. "I'll be here every second you want me and them to be."

His eyes widen just a hair before he rubs at your stomach, picturing you full of him, your stomach swelling with a baby or two he's put there. Picturing you going home to your parents only to be sent back because his child or children are growing inside you. The only thing that keeps him from pulling you inside and fucking you against the nearest surface is the knowledge that his mother and Mary and Grandma Dodger are in the kitchen but he moves closer to you anyway, pulling you inside as he nips at your ear. "That you askin' for a baby, Satnin? Askin' for me to fill ya up before ya go back to your parents? Make them see ya belong wit' me?"

You feel your arousal pool in your undergarments as you clench around air, wishing he was having sex with you already. Wishing you could feel his cock filling you up in just the way you needed. A noise of pure desire- a mix of a coo and a whine- leaves your mouth as you push him against the wall by the door. "That's me beggin' for one, El." Your own accent thickens, brought on only by the desire coursing through you at proving that you belong by Elvis's side.

Elvis looks like he's about to say something, or like he's about to lift you up against the wall- everyone be damned before he hears his mother shouting his name and he growls against your neck, allowing himself to at the very least shove his knee in between your thighs. Gladys comes around the corner, grinning and looking pleased as punch to see you even as you take just a second to grind on her sons' thigh as you smile over his shoulder at her.

"Y/N!" She shouts, starting to walk to toward the pair of you, causing Elvis to move his thigh from between your legs and turn to face his mama. "Bewbie, you were supposed to tell me when she got here!"

Elvis has the decency to look chargined for a moment, burrowing his face into your shoulder like a little boy and mumbling. "Mama- she just got here and I missed her."

"And you think I haven't?" She frowns, lightly slapping his arm and pulling you away from him. If she notices anything about his lower half she doesn't say anything, instead focusing on pulling you in for a hug. "A whole summer with us, oh- I was thinkin' I was gonna have to talk to your mama myself to convince her." She pauses and looks at Elvis. "You'd have thought she thinks my bewbie's gonna ruin you."

Elvis looks over at you as his mother just squeezes you in her hug. His teeth are biting into his lower lip as he tries not to laugh, knowing fully well that had she not interrupted you that he would have been well on his way to ruining you by the front door. Your smile back at him is full of promise and can barely be called a smile, edging more to a smirk than anything else. The idea is for him to ruin you this summer, you are both entirely aware that your parents will never let you be with Elvis as long as they live unless something drastic changes. Unless they're forced to allow him to be with you and while you like to think there's a better option, from the way you and Elvis keep looking at each other you both have come to the same conclusion, there isn't. He's never going to be good enough in your parents' eyes for their baby even if he makes all the money in the world or if he settles down and stops making that rock and roll music. No, he's always going to be that boy they don't like, that boy who'll only ever bring ruin to their baby girl. Even if that's the furthest from what he is, from what he wants to be.

In a perfect world, he likes to think he'd have you after seeing you dressed up all in white, looking a vision from the bible, all virginal and ready for him to explore in ways no one ever had or ever would after him. You'd be underneath him, writhing and panting in the way you do when you both get a little hot and heavy in his Cadalliac but he'd have you bare and so open to him. So open to be able to receive his cum, so open and ready to give him children so that he could see you swollen with him. So that he could see a little blond boy or girl suckling at your chest with you all sweaty after having brought them into the world.

in a perfect world, he likes to think the two of you would have a gaggle of kids after you got married and that he'd take them on the road with him. Get himself a bus like BB where he can just have you and his kids as a little moving sanctuary or maybe just have them at home with you taking care of them. He knows you might wanna work outside the home but he also knows that can wait, he could provide for you both and for anyone else for now. In this world though, in the world you both live in he has to find a way to even have you for longer than a summer and drastic situations call for drastic measures. The pair of you are so busy looking at each other that neither one of you are really paying attention to Gladys when she pulls away and says something to the both of you only to shake her head at how little you're both paying attention.

"Ignoring me because you can't take your eyes off each other-" She sighs a little, clutching her chest at the image. "I'll leave you two be, Elvis go take her things up to her room, show her what we set up for her."

You raise an eyebrow as she leaves and within a minute you're up against Elvis, grabbing both of your bags for him to take from you. "My room." You pause and giggle softly. "You mean the room that's just going to have my clothes in it?"

Elvis has to shut his eyes for a moment as he shakes his head, exhaling softly. "Darlin'- if you're lucky your clothes are gonna be there. I plan on havin' ya everywhere in my damn house."

A gasp leaves your mouth as he takes the bags and starts to walk up the stairs. "Everywhere in the house, El- what about everyone else."

He's silent as you head up the stairs and doesn't bother to answer your question until you're both safely in your room. The bed is simple enough, large enough for you and Elvis to be on it together easily and the room is surprisingly simple in decoration. Gladys' influence, you figure. The bags hit the floor with a thump as suddenly you find yourself being walked back to the bed. The back of your knees hit the bed frame and you let out a huff of surprise before flopping on the bed. Elvis doesn't miss a beat as he crawls on top of you, his eyes heady with desire.

"Satnin, darlin' they ain't here all the time." He starts before kissing at your neck, his hands moving to undo the buttons of your blouse with surprising ease. "And if you want to leave here with my baby in you, we gotta make sure there's enough of me in there. Gotta make sure you're full of me. Gotta make sure it stays and catches, like they all say it does."

A shiver goes through you at his words, your hands moving to undo his belt and pants, some sort of primal need overcoming your desire to say anything else. He's right and you know this. You know that there's no guarantee you'd get pregnant on the first try, that practice makes perfect and it wouldn't hurt to have him fill you up with his- release as much as he can. Yet, hearing the words come out of Elvis's mouth, hearing how he's going to fill you up has your body on edge, has it craving what he's offering. You faintly hear a chuckle as you struggle with the button to his pants and feel his warm hands- always so large- over your own, assisting you before you triumphantly achieve your goal. Your hand slips into his underwear, finding its way to his cock easily, feeling his foreskin and how dry it is before you pull his cock out. Elvis grabs your hand and spits into it, knowing that sometimes you forget to spit, forget that while his precum helps, the beginning part, this part depends on a little extra liquid.

"Don't hold back, darlin'." He mutters, seeing your lower lip caught between your teeth. "Gonna make you mine, wanna hear how you love it. How you would have sounded if we could do this proper with a wedding an' everythin'."

If you're embarrassed at the whimper, it doesn't show, the arousal starting to seep out of you becoming unbearable as your chest heaves just a tad. Elvis watches your breasts still in your bra bounce that little bit as your chest heaves and tries to focus on anything but your hand wrapping around his cock as you move your hand up and down for a moment before starting to pull back his foreskin. He hisses the second your thumb brushes against his tip. His precum makes it glide easily but- it's too much, he wants to be in you, doesn't want to waste a single drop down your throat or your hand or anywhere. Somehow his hand makes it down to your skirt, pushing it down with an ease he'll explain away later as just dumb luck. He knows fully well it's come from the few times he's had someone on the tours but he loves you- has loved you from the moment you agreed to date him but he was lonely. Somehow your underwear comes with the skirt and you find yourself shivering at the cold air against your pussy. Elvis looks down, his fingers sliding between your folds, marveling at just how wet you are for him. A growl leaves him unbidden as he moves to shoo your hand away from his cock and lines himself up with your exposed pussy, allowing himself to put just the tip in, feeling you stretch around him. He knows he should wait, knows that you've stretched yourself as much as you can playing with yourself over the phone while he pumps his cock in empty hotel rooms, but it's nothing compared to his cock inside of you.

His eyes dart across your face, asking for permission to push in farther and you nod just barely, your eyes shutting as you feel the burn of his cock in you. It's a uncomfortable but you manage, breathing through your nose as he takes his time. You figure this has to be torture for him, after all you had felt how hard he was, saw how red the head of his cock looked but he's still being gentle. He's still putting your needs so far above his own. This is what your mama doesn't see- the man who treats you like a goddess when he's fucking you for the first time. You roll your hips up, earning a groan from him as he increases his speed, taking your actions to mean he can. Whimpers and small tiny moans escape your lips, providing a small symphony of noise around you both as Elvis's lips smack against yours and against your skin and as your skin meets over and over again as his hips rut against you. Your brain floats the more you feel him, the more you feel a coil deep inside of you tightening, feel yourself inching closer to the edge. Your hands move to his back, pulling him closer into you before you hear him curse, and feel his hips rut a few times in quick succession before feeling a warmth inside you. Your own orgasm follows soon after, the moan that escapes your lips being swallowed by Elvis's kiss so as to not arouse suspicion of what you've done up here. Elvis stays on top of you, keeping his cock inside you even as he catches his breath and his hips still pump ever so slowly into you. Your ears faintly register a faint squelching noise as he does and you find that you can't look Elvis in the eyes, the noise somehow reminding you that this is an inherently filthy act. A moment passes of still hearing the noise before your vagina inadvertently clenches around him, earning a low growl and a biting kiss from Elvis.

It was like you were trying to suck him into you, trying to make sure no part of his cum or him would be free of you. You don't intend for it to be that way and yet it's how it goes, allowing you to hold him close as you both continue to catch your breath. The amount of time that passes isn't something either one of you pay attention to before Elvis starts to pull out, earning a whine from both of you as he does.

"Got me in a vice grip, Satnin. Gotta let me go, mama was cooking with everyone- gotta make sure we keep up our strength." He murmurs, kissing your cheeks, your lips and down your neck to your chest. "Gonna have fun tonight- play with those breasts of yours. Show ya how our baby is gonna eat from ya."

A low keen escapes your lips as you push him off of you, knowing that the way he's talking is going to have you pulling him back on top of you, ruining any hope you have of getting to stay the rest of the summer. Gladys may want you here but she doesn't know what her son and you have planned, how right she is about him ruining you. How with any luck, you'll be leaving with a baby in your belly that will round out your form and have your parents forcing him to marry you. A simple entrapment scheme- but one you and Elvis are privy to while either set of parents aren't.

It takes a moment before you and Elvis are put together and you hear Gladys calling for both of you as you're both smoothing out each other's hair, making sure it's just mussed and not completely giving away how fucked out you are. That it's not giving away how you feel his cum leaking out of you enough that you want to push it back in but know that it can wait. This time it doesn't need to take. Besides, if it did- why you think you'd be leaving with an already there bump, and that won't quite do. Elvis kisses you one more time, gently before grabbing your hand. "Come on darlin', gonna show ya how it's gonna be when you're here forever."

True to his word, Elvis does manage to fuck you in just about every place in the house, except for the few rooms that are off limits. Sure, the Colonel comes and has to have meetings and Elvis has to leave one week to record some music but otherwise, he's by your side unable to keep his hands off of you. Unable to keep himself from being in you the moment he can, there's even a moment while you're out on the porch with you in his lap and your skirt billowing around the two of you as he fucks you while watching the sunset. Your period doesn't come the last month you're there, and Elvis finds that any time he touches your breasts you hiss, swatting his hands away. He doesn't dare put into words what he's thinking, what you're both thinking until the hot sticky August day you have to leave. You're waiting for your father to come pick you up, sitting in the living room and Elvis finds his hand moving to your stomach, rubbing it, trying to feel out a bump he's praying he'll get to see soon.

"Ya think it took this time, darlin'? Think they're growing in there?" He murmurs giving you a soft kiss as he does. "It's out last shot, don't think ya parents are gonna let ya come back if they aren't."

One of your hands moves to cup Elvis's cheek while you place the other on top of his hand that's on your stomach. "I'm not gonna think about it that way, don't wanna talk 'bout it and then something happens. Have a little faith, El. You know I want this as much as you."

He nods exhaling shakily. "I-I know, just don't wanna think of a world where I don't get to keep ya. Where they keep ya away for good this time, ya- ya know I gotta do one of those tours soon and I wanna be able to take ya to see some places, baby."

Your lips quirk into a smile. "And you will. Faith, baby. Faith." A honk interrupts whatever you're planning on saying next and Elvis pulls away slowly, his hand reaching out to pull you up from the couch as he kisses you goodbye. "Make 'em send you back as soon as ya know, lil one. Please."

The only answer you give him is a nod as you rush out the door, carrying your bags and cooing a loud hello to your daddy.

Elvis- Elvis doesn't see you for another two months. Not intentionally on your part, mind you, but more due to the fact that your mother sees the signs and hopes and prays she's wrong. Prays that her fears won't be confirmed, that after she let herself be charmed by you and that stupid young man that he's ruined you. You've always stayed the same size, always been able to not need your skirts or your shirts changed since your waist and your chest settled into what they are. Yet, here you are, slowly filling out, your breasts pushing at the buttons of your blouses and your stomach starting to bloat. She thinks it's just your period only to realize it's not when you don't come to her as you would normally like clockwork. You're eating everything she puts in front of you and she swears on more than one occasion she hears you retching in the bathroom in the early evening hours.

It all comes to a head one afternoon with you on the couch, your hands settling on your stomach, highlighting a bump that's starting to form, that's beginning to be more pronounced by the day- that has her seeing red in her mind's eye. Her question is brusque and to the point.

"When was your last period?" She pauses. "Don't lie to me, Y/N."

In another time and place, one where you aren't secure in the knowledge that you're carrying Elvis's baby, you'd look away when you answer, too mortified to admit that Elvis got you pregnant because you wanted him to. In this time and this place, you press a little harder into your stomach, trying to protect your baby from your mother, lest she do something awful. "Three months ago. Maybe almost four, I lost count, mama."

All hell breaks loose after that, with your mama screaming and telling your father and calls to Graceland where you can hear Gladys calling Elvis's name sounding more angry than you've ever heard her. Throughout it all- despite it all, you're in your room smiling, talking to your stomach telling the baby that's growing in there that they're gonna meet their daddy finally. A week after you find yourself being driven to graceland in a coat to keep yourself warm in the cool weather while also hiding what's underneath from the fans gathered outside the gates. Your daddy leaves as soon as he sets your luggage down next to you, muttering about how he always knew that boy would ruin you and now he's gonna be stuck with him as a son in law.

The door opens to reveal Elvis looking like he's going to curse someone out before he realizes it's you. No words are exchanged as you open up your coat carefully and grab Elvis's hand to press against your bump. You're wearing a tighter blouse than normal to highlight it, and Elvis starts to breathe a little heavier taking note of just how much you've started to change in the months since he's seen you. He pulls you inside, grabbing the bags with a speed you marvel at before he pulls your coat off and takes a proper look at you.

You breathe slowly and Elvis swears he sees one of the buttons on your blouse look as if it's going to pop off before you smile ever so sweetly at him. "Mama hasn't let me get new clothes and- I wanted you to see what you've done to me." You lean forward, your lips brushing against his ear. "How you've ruined your sweet girl. Would have waited a little longer but I wanted you to see me grow."

His only answer in reply is lifting you up with a surprising bit of strength onto the dining room table, laying you out on it with your legs dangling at the edge, his head moving under your skirt. You can barely hear what he's saying as he kisses up your thighs but what you catch has you shivering in delight. "Made you better. Gave you my baby. Made it so your mama had to let you go. Get to stay with me. Be my girl, be my queen of Graceland."

You try and push him away, your brain reminding you that there's people in the house and you can hear cooking happening in the kitchen but your attempts are forgotten at the first brush of his tongue against your slit and the brush of his nose against your clit. He licks at you like a starving man, his tongue fucking your pussy like a pale imitation of his cock as his fingers play with your clit, rubbing and touching and even pinching in the way he's learned you enjoy. You bite your lip, whimpering even as you do, trying to keep quiet so that no one realizes just what Elvis is doing to you even as you barrel quick enough to your orgasm that it shocks you with the sheer force and speed it comes at you.

Gladys voice rings out as your chest is heaving and Elvis finds his way out from under your skirt, his face glistening as the door to the kitchen swings open. His mama sees you on the table and looks to her son, her eyes narrowing just a hair before she shakes her head. "Bewbie, you're- we gotta get you two married before you do anything else." Her face flushes just a little. "Off the table, Y/N. Let me see you and my little grandbaby you got growing here."

Her hands move to your stomach, feeling around like she's looking for something before her lips curl into a sad little smile. There's a moment where she looks like she's going to lean in to tell you what she's thinking before she stops herself and just pulls you into a hug. "I'm- We're gonna take good care of you here. Gonna make sure you and this baby have all the strength you need. I told Bewbie to marry you but- didn't think you'd both be so silly to do this to make it happen. It's alright- what's done is done and now we have this to celebrate."

And so life goes until everything comes crashing down with the papers and the Steve Allen show and Russwood- it all culminates in you seven or eight months pregnant, wishing you could drink as heavily as Gladys is when you hear your husband is getting shipped off to Germany. You promise to take care of his mama and promise to call him the minute you go into labor so that he doesn't miss seeing his baby born while in training. Yet, you find that you fail the first one so miserably when you come across Gladys on the stairs, slumped over, forcing you to call Vernon to help you with her. Not even the movement of the baby within you is able to rouse Elvis from his tears until the Colonel says something to him. You're hidden away from the cameras at Elvis's request. People know he's married, know that you are due to give birth any day now but beyond what everyone's already seen, he doesn't want anyone to see you, not right this moment, not when everything feels so raw and he's got to protect his only girl left- his queen of Graceland.

It's the day before he goes back to finish training when you feel the pain- when you feel your back and stomach twist and you moan in the bed, clutching at your stomach like that will help. This would be so much easier if Gladys was there, she could coach you through this. Elvis forces his way into the room, too scared to be away from the only Satnin he has left, too scared he'll lose you too if he lets you out of his sight. When you push out your first and it still feels like there's another in there- you realize just what Gladys had held back this whole time, too superstitious to even whisper to you that she figured you were too big for just one baby.

You name them Elizabeth and Loretta and Elvis promises to find a way to have you all brought to Germany with him. It takes a year but when you finally do see him again- when you finally both see each other again? You make a vow to stick to each other like glue if only because you're both so tired of being separated when there's no reason to be, no matter what the Colonel would like to argue.

And if perhaps your number of children shows that level of togetherness? Well. You can't very well be a queen without plenty of heirs, now can you?

tag list: @eliseinmemphis, @ab4eva, @blurredcolour, @aconflagrationofmyown and @butlersxbirdy, @lindszeppelin, @powerofelvis @floralcyanide seriously i never know who to tag in this and breeding kink is so iffy i apologize y'all and hey once again if you all want to be on my tag list ( in general, tbh ) just give me a heads up or a holler.

[creedslove]

There is an edit of Whiskey with the song "Viva las vegas" in my Tiktok likes. A while ago I read a headcanon that says our favorite cowboy likes to sing. Well, I am a faithful believer that not only singing, Jack could be a perfect clumsy sassy fool imitating Elvis and making his girl laugh with all his antics and bad jokes, even if he's not a really fan of him, he could perfectly sing his sweethearth a cover of "Unchained melody" also by Elvis.

A perfect balance between acting funny and also sweet and fucking, painfully in love with his "sugar". ✨

I also thank you for writing of my pretty hot cowboy, he deserves a lot.

I love your fanfics so much and I love you too ✨✨ take your time babe, I hope you're fine and you had been a beautiful christmas and new year! ❣️

Agent Whiskey (Jack Daniels) x f!reader

A/N: I love this very much! Unfortunately I have never seen this edit but if it crosses your fyp you can send me the link ❤️ I'm sure our cowboy is very handy and talented when it comes to his guitar and he is an Elvis fan, no doubt about it, so I wrote this short headcanon because it's a sweet idea and also because I need to get back to writing, I'm becoming way too lazy on my vacation, lol! Happy New Year's honey, I wish you all the best ❤️

alright so our beloved Senior Agent Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels grew up on a ranch, during a time where social media wasn't really existent and instead of gathering in front of the TV, the families gathered in the front porch, chatting, watching the stars and mostly playing the guitar and singing old tunes

seeing grandpa Daniels, papa Daniels and uncle Daniels doing so, little Jack felt the desire of playing the guitar spike within and soon enough he was grabbing an old guitar and practicing some notes

it got to the point it became Jack's favorite part of the day, just sitting around the porch, listening and playing the guitar

he also had so many nightmares when he first learned the legend of Robert Johnson and how he had supposedly sold his soul to the devil in order to become a master at guitar playing, but he wasn't going to tell anyone that

the fact was Jack was improving each time more caused his family to gift him a brand new guitar when he became a teen, it's his current guitar and he loves it until this day

and at that same age, he also found out that playing the guitar is something that can attract a lot of girls, being the flirty little gent he was back then and growing into the flirty man he is, he can definitely pick up girls just by playing the guitar

yeah it can sound cliche and corny, but wouldn't you melt if that handsome cowboy looked into your eyes with his beautiful brown ones and played a tune for you?

of course you would, we all would

Jack is a country man, he listens to country, flirts with blues and also rock’n’roll, you can definitely find Elvis, Chuck Berry, Robert Johnson, Aretha Franklin and many others in his playlists and of course he plays some of these himself

something he won't ever reveal is that he's a great Elvis impersonator, and he has even done an Elvis cover show to keep his disguise on a mission and Champ paid a large amount for the security camera footage so he could watch his performance whenever he wanted and have a good laugh

Whiskey likes sitting in the front porch with you, he likes spending time, stealing a few kisses as the lights make his ranch even cozier and he can play love songs for you

he declares all his love through them and even if he doesn't consider himself a good singer, he will sing for you, because he knows how much you love it and that's enough for him to do it, anything to earn a beautiful smile from his sugar

and sure, it can be a little cliche, but you can be sure your cowboy will take you for a dance to ‘Can’t Help Falling in Love’ by Elvis on your wedding party ❤️

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[hierophant-reversed]

anons back at you... hypnosis, voyeurism, edging, cucking, d/s, humiliation, praise, feet?

OOOH OK [ask game: send me kinks and i'll rate them 1-10!]

HYPNO: hm i'd say like. usually a 7/10? i don't typically go looking for it but the more i think about it, the more i feel like i could reeeally be into it especially in certain contexts. since i haven't sought it out much, i'm not rlly familiar with common tropes/scenes, but i can see it being very good for me lol

VOYEUR: 10/10. i Do seek this out yeah. it's one of those things for me that's like... in some ways one of my worst fears but also in other ways really hot, y'know? i have a lot of fear/paranoia about like. Getting Found Out in ways that go badly for me (like one of my biggest stress nightmares is a family member walking in on me, and i do NOT like that, and my ocd really latches onto it). but in certain scenes i'm super weak to it. like... the trope of one girl masturbating and another watching secretly or walking in... well. (<- guy who is really normal about allowing herself to experience physical intimacy and voicing desires)

EDGING: 8/10 in concept, 6/10 in practice. i think it's hot to imagine, but when i've tried to do it irl it just ends up kind of disappointing. maybe i'm doing it wrong, maybe it's just my antidepressants, idk. i wish it worked though because i like the idea

CUCKING: another one i don't think about much but has potential. 8/10. i don't think it counts as cucking, but i will say that hyperfocusing on a sims 4 build while your two girlfriends have sex on the bed behind you is a pretty funny experience.

DOM/SUB: (is what i assume this is unless there's another thing this stands for that i wasn't aware of) 9/10. this is one that's so normal to me i forget it's a kink. obv there are varying levels/dynamics in these types of relationships but at least whenever i've had sex, i think it's always sort of in the back of my mind: i tend to base my actions on either a dom or sub role (usually dom because it gives me less room to get self conscious halfway through lol). it's not usually very extreme, but it gives me a role to fill, which gives me a loose script or "character" to play, which keeps me from getting too in my head about it. i'm still working really hard to get more comfortable expressing myself when it comes to sex and what i want/like (hence why i have this blog), and i feel like d/s stuff gives me a framework to examine that through.

HUMILIATION: 7/10-10/10 depending on context. irl it only works coming from my partners in specifically sexual settings; i don't get turned on every time i'm embarrassed in day to day life. in fiction though i like it a lot in all kinds of ways. bonus points if we're tying it in with voyeurism.

PRAISE: ∞/10.

FEET: 3/10. i guess i could see it in some contexts but even then it's not so much about the feet themselves as it is the display of power. no judgement to those who do like em though, and who knows? maybe someday i'll see something that changes my mind

[rachelsnotebook]

A Look Back At The Games of 2023

There's always too many games and not enough hours in a year, but I refuse to let that stop me from celebrating the games that were important to me over the course of 2023.

The Games I LOVED in 2023:

(In no particular order)

Atelier Ryza: Ever Darkness & The Secret Hideout (released September 26, 2019)

This game spoke to me on so many levels: the lonely childhood, the frustrations at home, the desire to prove myself, the dreams of adventure, a craving to learn, an enchantment with magic.

How could I not fall in love with these characters? I wish this game came into my life so much sooner.

Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney (released October 12, 2001)

Now, this is a game series that missed me entirely. It wasn't until I was an adult with internet access that I was briefly introduced to Phoenix Wright. Right away I knew I liked the style of humor, but I still didn't feel compelled to give the series a try any time soon.

Flash forward to 2023... I picked up the available Ace Attorney games on the 3DS eshop before it died. So, when I found myself on an airplane for the first time I decided to keep the ball rolling. I booted up the first Ace Attorney, and I get it now. This game is an experience. And I love it dearly!

A Date with Death (Dec 7, 2023)

Now, an important note here is that I still haven't played the full game. I had planned on it by the time I finished getting this massive post written, but I put my focus into playing the other submissions in the Velox Turbo Jam.

The demo though... that I played. A lot. The concept, game mechanics, the art, everything is simply amazing to interact with. How do you not fall in love with this game? Grimmy is so funny (and HOT). I'm looking forward to exploring this game fully in the new year!

Sonic Frontiers (released November 8, 2022 & story dlc September 28, 2023)

I've been playing Sonic for as far back as I can remember, and Frontiers might be my personal favorite of the bunch. It was a joy to explore and experiment with the new mechanics. And I know it's far from perfect. I'm not blind, but I'm not heartless either. Sometimes all you can do is laugh and move on. Over the course of my experience playing, every mechanic and level was accessible. That journey was where I fell in love with Frontiers.

The story dlc was everything I wanted. I'm so happy we got to play as Amy, Tails, and Knuckles! The controls again, aren't perfect, but I'm grateful and thrilled that this content exists at all.

Xenoblade 3 DLC Future Redeemed (released April 25, 2023)

Future Redeemed is my personal game of the year. No question.

If you have a spare hour or two, I do highly recommend looking up on youtube the journey and evolution of the Xeno games. The story of creator, Tetsuya Takahashi, is really cool!

But in short: he kept striving to tell an incredibly complex RPG that would span several games and thousands of years of in game lore. He had a vision that publishers just didn't share. That led him to form his own studio, but he couldn't bring his original IP with him. He had to start again, and one more time after that when Nintendo finally acquired his studio.

The Xenoblade Trilogy is actually six games in disguise. The dlc story content for each game exists as it's own game. The campaigns are significantly shorter, but they're games that stand on their own, 100%.

Future Redeemed was released as the finale to the overarching plot (the Klaus Saga), and this marked the first time that Tetsuya Takahashi was able to bring one of his Xeno plots to a close on his own terms. Xenoblade is still going to continue, but this plot can rest easy.

For the most part. FR still left plays with tons of questions, but it did it's job beautifully. It honored the past games and looked to the future, and I loved every piece of it.

And most remarkably, it also kicked the door down for Tetsuya Takahashi's older IPs to return to the story. It's unclear right now how and when, but the future is so very bright for some incredible games to get another chance to shine.

Splatoon 3 (released September 9, 2022)

I spent a lot of time playing Splatoon this year. Am I good at it? No! But I love this game with my whole heart.

Intertwine (released July 2023)

Will I ever shut up about Intertwine? Hopefully no! I highly recommend checking out the post I made going into detail on this game.

Intertwine stole my heart. It's a fun game that feels deeply special. You'll laugh, you'll cry, and most of all... you'll fall in love with Van.

The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog (Mar 31, 2023)

A small team put this game together for April Fools and I owe them my life! This is one of my favorite things that happened this year.

If you missed it, for April Fools Sega dropped an entire Sonic the Hedgehog visual novel. And it's AMAZING.

Coral Island (Nov 14, 2023)

The children who grew up on Bokujō Monogatari are rapidly creating their own farming games. Stardew Valley is the most famous game to come from that group and it's inspiring even more people.

Now, as someone who has likely spent years of their life playing their favorite farming games again, and again... I tend to be picky about what I want from a farming game. I have a clear vision in mind for my dream game.

And Coral Island is really close to that dream! There's a ton of love and careful thought put into the art, the story, and the characters. I can't wait to keep playing and discovering new mechanics and secrets.

Suika game (December 9, 2021)

I love puzzle games! And I was sold on this game instantly.

I may have also bought it from the Japanese eshop some time before it was even announced for a North America release...

Titan Arum (released August 2023)

This game came into my life at a time when I badly needed a distraction. And Titan Arum delivered!

Titan Arum is a visual novel with three love interests, and nothing is as it seems. It's so incredibly cool, and I can't believe that I get to be friends with the devs. This game is a massive home run.

The art, the UI, the story... omg we could be here all day discussing everything. There's a ton to chew on and I don't want to spoil a single thing. Trust me on this, just play it.

Yakuza 0 (released March 12, 2015)

I'm still working my way through this one. Yakuza games are known for their length and I'm not interested in rushing any part of it.

My journey so far has been a ton of fun. There's so much detail injected into the world and the characters that I sometimes find it difficult to put the game down. I love the balance of seriousness and silliness. We need more of that in games.

I can't wait to keep on fighting with Kiryu in 2024.

The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom (released May 12, 2023)

Tears of the Kingdom is easily one of the best games of 2023, and in general. The mechanics they got working are incredible! I'm perpetually in awe by my own puzzle solutions and the clips I've seen of others. It's a truly amazing game.

There's little I can say that others haven't. And to be honest I'm still after all these months, collecting my thoughts on this game. I love TOTK, but I do have a few issues with it. So stay tuned for that post in 2024...

Games that released / released a demo in 2023 that are on my RADAR:

Again, I wish on every star that I had more hours in a day so I could play every game that catches my eye. These are the ones I'm jumping on the opportunity as soon as possible!

-Baldur's Gate 3

Yominokuni

Slay the Princess

Curse Crackers: For Whom the Belle Toils

Thirsty Suitors

In Stars and Time

Dicentra

Little Goody Two Shoes

Mario + Rabbids Sparks of Hope - DLC 3

Other Game related media from 2023 that I want to acknowledge:

Sega has been really knocking it out of the park with their Sonic the Hedgehog content:

(There's too much to link to directly so I'm posting my personal favorites)

Tails Tube

Dr. Eggman takes over Lego

Sonic Symphony events

The added Frontiers content:

Sonic Superstars animated content

Sonic Dream Team animation

The incredible announcement for The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog

I also must emphasize this praise is for the hardworking teams at Sega. If you haven't been following their unionizing efforts I recommend checking this out:

The IDW Sonic Comics! They're a ton of fun and I look forward to them every month.

Atelier Ryza had a big year of added content. The trilogy wrapped and I'm still emotional watching this video they released to visually recap the story.

Ryza also received an anime adaption of the first game. I'm in North America and I watched all of it on crunchyroll. It was a really well done adaption of the first part of the game. I hope it comes back for a season 2, because there's a ton more I want to see animated.

I'm a huge Fire Emblem Heroes addict and I'm always shocked how much original content in that mobile game flies under the radar. The movies for each new story milestone are often really cool.

[I hit an insert video limit so please copy and paste, and check that playlist out!]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B5bIw5CyOLE&list=PLqP2A2xeRzdS3MjLNZvmZnWFYf_zwZqwq&ab_channel=NintendoMobile

I almost made it to the end before I hit the limit!

I can't thank you enough if you made it down to this point. This post spiraled out of control... and somehow this is still it reigned in.

It's almost 9pm on New Years Eve and I just want this post done. So if there are errors, I'm sorry. I tried. I fell into writing as if I'm talking to you directly and I like that level of comfort for a fun post like this one.

Have a Happy New Year!!!

[bolithesenate]

@charmwasjess consider yourself warned, this is a fic that, if/when i post it on ao3, it will need so many warnings

i don't even know where this all came from because i sure was in a MOOD when i started writing this and it is VERY different from basically all my other stuff.

putting it under the cut because neither Dooku nor Sy are having a happy fun time right now and that stays the same for most of the fic (i have not yet decided how it will end)

premise of it all is that Sifo didn't fully die after being shot down and Dooku still does the Dooku thing of keeping him in a cryopod in his basement, only Sy eventually wakes up and well... is confronted with his best friend, his dear heart, his secret love having Fallen so far from the path.

And Dooku is confronted with Sifo returned from the grave and he's had him killed him already once (for all that it was worth), there is no way he can do it a second time

or is there?

Dooku lay before him on the floor, face warped in pain and clutching one hand over the large electrical burn spidering over the side of his neck and jaw where Sifo had hit him. 

Oh.

Not a droid.

No wonder that one had lasted so long.

Sifo stepped above him, loosely pointing the crackling end of the electrostaff right at Doo's jugular. It would be so tremendously easy to just… push down, push out. 

The warping purple electricity reflected off Dooku's dark eyes, like fireworks in the night. That was one thing Sifo had noticed. Dark eyes, never Sith-yellow. He wondered why that was. Probably some sort of Sith-alchemy, or even just lenses (it wasn't, they were Doo's eyes, the same eyes he'd been staring into ever since he'd been a Youngling in the Crèches).

There was no contempt in those eyes, no struggle. Just acceptance and relief.

Relief.

Laughter didn't as much tear itself from but through Sy's throat.

Relief? Dooku wanted relief? Through death?

Not by his hand.

Disgusted, he threw the staff to the ground, where it clattered lifelessly to the side as Sy let himself fall down right over Dooku's midsection, straddling him once more in a by that point well-rehearsed motion. They were both drenched in sweat, an indication that they must have been here fighting longer than he'd thought. 

It was so funny, in an ironic way, how their current predicament perfectly mirrored their nights, just with both of them actually wearing clothes.

"Oh, Doo," Sifo whispered hoarsely and reached out to press the tips of his fingers onto the fresh burn marks, caught somewhere between gentleness and cruelty, "Did you really think that salvation would come that easily?"

"No," Dooku admitted.

"You're right it doesn't." Sifo's voice dropped. Then, he curled his hand into a vicious claw and pressed down. Dooku's scream was just as hot and scalding as the soft skin of his neck that only just was starting to blister. 

Sifo dipped down and licked into his open mouth, swallowing up all the pain and fury the other man let out – pain and fury Sifo was causing. It shouldn’t have been so exhilarating, being the cause of such turmoil in someone so Dark.

And yet…

And yet.

Dooku buckled under him, writhing. He could have thrown him off, Sifo was sure of that. The Sith had twice the strength and triple the motive to just do away with him – that was if he could break the spell Sifo had on his body. He ground down on Dooku’s lap. It was the one weapon he had, the one tool against this fool. The Sith desired him, wished to break him completely, wished for him to break him in return.

He could do that.

They had already proven that they were great at it, even.

No need for a bed when there was the slightly padded floor of the training room.

Sifo moved his face, dragging his lips along Dooku’s jawline until he reached his ear. “You may never accuse me of such infidelity again.” His voice came out strangely sweet, a complete antithesis to the venom he felt boiling in his heart. “We can be monsters, but only for each other.” It was just as much of a statement as it was a promise. He tightened his hand on Dooku’s throat even more and a silent gasp was his reward.

[ultraericthered]

One Villainous Scene: Defeat From The Depths Of Victory

We all know Vegeta, right? Edgy, haughty, hot-tempered, trash-talky quintissential shonen manga/anime rival to the hero whose driven by his pride, his anger, and his burning desire to surpass the hero? The guy who worked his way up from Arc Villain to Lancer and secondary lead of the franchise, with sort of became a trend in Japanese media to follow? I assume that's the Vegeta we're all most familiar with.

I say all this because that is not who Vegeta was in his initial lifetime. It does make a sufficient deal of sense why he'd become that upon his revival, with his new lease of life shifting gears towards wanting to become a Super Saiyan for real and surpass Goku as the strongest Saiyan warrior alive so that his status as the Saiyan Prince could remain backed with justification and importance to him. But prior to this, back when we first met Vegeta, he wasn't quite the same person as we'd later come to know and love him as. The first time around, Vegeta was a more shrewd, cunning, caluclating, premeditating and deliberately precision-heavy character. He was an ideal foil for Goku since while Goku is known to either think on his feet or not do much thinking at all, Vegeta has a sharp mind and a sense of caution, and as such he can think deeply and many steps ahead of his enemies.

Upon touchdown on the planet Namek, Vegeta's every move was thought out to give himself the tactical advantage over the much more powerful, more dangerous, and more well equipped adversary he was putting himself up against, his own former mentor and boss, Freeza. Impressively, he kept himself ahead of the game this way, easily outmaneuvering and killing both Cui and Dodoria before claiming a single Dragon Ball from a Namekian village he slaughters, hiding it deep beneath the nearby lake. Even when he finally faces a hurdle that catches him off guard and bests him in the form of Zarbon, Vegeta is able to rebound stronger than before, taking all five Dragon Balls Freeza gathered on his mothership, then taking the Dragon Ball that Krillin had just been given by the Grand Elder, and getting his payback on Zarbon in the process. At this point, Vegeta just needed to retrieve the ball he hid in the lake and he'd be able to gather all seven together to make a wish. Eternal life would be his!

Which makes the stroke of fate that followed all the more cruelly ironic for him, as Goku's son Gohan managed to find that underwater Dragon Ball and take it away. On his way to the lake, Vegeta even ran into Gohan in a super tense, menacing encounter that could be a great Villaionus Scene all on its own, but Gohan managed to fool him by not only keeping his newly acquired Dragon Ball hidden, but not letting him know that the radar he was carrying in plain sight was what he'd used to find it. Vegeta realizes too late he's been had, and as you'd expect, he's not happy. In fact, he goes downright ballistic.

Keep in mind I started watching Dragon Ball Z as a kid for the first time during the Namek Saga; I'd not yet seen the saga where Vegeta was the Big Bad at the time I got to this episode. Once I had finally seen it, this moment hit me even harder because now I had context that the last time we ever saw Vegeta get this explosively furious to the point of a full-on meltdown was when Goku had overcome him and bruised him up so bad that he had to see the sight of his own blood for the first time in his life, and he responded by threatening to put enough power into a Galic Gun attack to blow up the Earth. It's funny that it later takes Freeza getting pissed off over Super Saiyan Goku overpowering him to lead to the destruction of Namek, but when you see Vegeta get this ferally enraged over how easily all of his near perfect scheming got derailed by the son of Kakarot, you almost fear he's gonna wipe the whole planet out in a blind rage tantrum! Oh, and that voice acting from Brian Drummond...I dare say it actually surpasses Ryo Horikawa's delivery of the scene. He just sounds completely unhinged in his screaming fury, with the echo in his voice making the moment extra chilling and so unforgettable.

Vegeta losing his shit with anger became a lot more common as the series went on, but back when he was at his prime as a collected and stratetically clever villain, seeing him snap was pure nightmare fuel. ....Provided it was in a scary way, not an unintentionally funny way.

[bonni]

your views on trauma and the "correct" ways to respond to it are dangerously rigid.

I'm telling you as a CSA survivor who's been to a lot of group therapy, the sibling of a survivor, and a family member and friend to even more survivors, that having the response of finding those scenarios hot or getting a kink/fetish for them is incredibly common and normal. It easily happened to over half of the people I spoke to candidly about it.

For you to claim it "re-traumatizes you" and "please go to therapy and find someone who doesn't find the most traumatic things that happened to you hot" is horribly condescending to a group of people already struggling to relearn how to move through the world with confidence and agency, unhelpful, unkind, and just flat-out untrue.

I really don't care if you dug up a few studies to validate your own disgust. I'm telling you - based on my tried and true experiences and what therapists have told me and other survivors - you are wrong. Why survivors get these kinks after experiencing trauma is obviously widely debated in psychology and among survivors, but for me personally I think the theory that holds the most water is that it is your subconscious's way of trying to take ownership of what happened to you. It might be true that for some people, acting on those desires is a maladaptive response for THEM but that's between them and the therapist you seem to think is some purist miracle bandaid (btw, did it occur to you that any trauma therapist actually good at helping people would be the first one to tell you how wrong you are?)

I'll also say that you don't HAVE to have personally experienced trauma to have one of these kinks or fetishes. Having them and exploring them in a safe, consensual setting doesn't make you a bad person. Again, I think on some level it's just the mind's attempt to reconcile with the darker parts of the human experience. Or hell maybe they ARE personal dark impulses, but if you're sharing them - again - consensually and safely with someone who also wants to do them, who gives a fuck?

It sucks because I really like your blog and think you're funny, but this was so disappointing and honestly hurtful to read. Hard block for this one.

Never said it wasn't common and normal. That doesn't make it healthy. Nobody is going to break into your bedroom or read your mind and tell you what to do, but if you're sharing these "kinks" on a public blogging platform you're exposing other people to that and that means people will argue with you, people will judge you. You can have as many self-destructive habits as you want but building an online community around those habits is dangerous and encourages the normalization of something that should not be normalized. I will take your perspective into account, but I'm afraid it's not enough to change my views on this. I wish you the best.

[bruciemilf]

on something something anon here :DD

-On regency au Jayara

YOU YOU YOU YOU!!!! HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO ME, I'M GOING INSANE, I'M GOING CRAZY OVER THEM

I've always been a massive fan of royalty love stories for some unknown reason and it imagining these two with that aesthetic makes me go wild, one of my fav stories ever is Cinderella (1950), mainly because the aesthetic is just right!! (mostly it's because I love Cinderella, she deserves the word, my silly willy girl)

Jason hating Yara is funny as hell, this is princess swan on reverse because 1. Jason isn't a cunt who only appreciates women for their beauty, thus he doesn't need that lesson, and 2. They never truly stop hating each other.

their bickering starts loud and iconically, I mean, you can't not go down in history as a badass when you are Yara Flor, the girl who slapped Jason Wayne so hard he went flying through an entire ballroom and hit the biggest bush of flowers, Jason spent the rest of the week spitting flower petals, mostly at her.

Yara deserves to resemble Princess Jasmine (from Alladin) solely because instead of a tiger it's her horse who keeps scaring people away, despite his goofy face. Ironically enough, the moment Jerry and Jason meet they hit off immediately. (Martha was there with them when that happened and in the distance, she could hear Thomas screaming that was a sign he was correct!! they're made for each other)

But it's that delicate soft lonely feeling of silently dancing together in a ballroom that starts to change things (<- delusional Cinderella stan dumbassery)

Bruce always told Jason that if you want people to love you have to love them first, Love them harder, do it dearly, and do it because you care, not because you must. It's hard to understand someone so different as Yara, but he knows that uncomfortable when you have to practice dancing while people are watching, and you're bad at it. So he asks their teacher to let them dance together, alone, and he's whispering to Yara she's doing great because out of the two of them, he's the one who fell on his butt twice. (Yara learned that day it's very hard not to blush when there's a deep voice in your ear calmly telling you're good, you're great at this and you don't need to shy away. She wishes he would have said more)

my god, I have to draw them RIGHT NOW

(I don't want to make this ask bonkers long I'll come back for more later >:3)

YOU'RE GOING INSANE? IM GOING INSANE!!! oh anon how you've blessed me. Bewitched me body and soul.

Yara wasn't forged for grace; she's better with a sword than with a fork. She can't tame her reckless tongue, or her crude jokes, or her atrocious table manners.

She's not dainty and sharp and quietly powerful like one of Jason's paper fantasies;

There's admiration for them, a respect, a desire to see them succeed and flourish, especially when he talks of them with so much passion and fire, but that'll never be her.

She's always been too much; Too loud, too hot headed, too opinionated, too strong-headed, too much like Her to be anything even close to good. She's not poetry.

She's flesh and attitude and stubbornness and she knows, like a truth for the ages, that Jason Todd wouldn't marry her if Cupid shot him twice.

But when they dance together, when big hands carve a perfect hold on her hips, when clever fingers mold her frame almost possessively, Yara thinks, for someone that can't stand her, he sure doesn't touch her like it.

For someone that can't stand her, he's so quick to her side when another lord makes a flirty comment to her.

He's quick to say "disrespect my wife again, and I'll show you war" when lord Luthor won't take her strategic advice because she's young and has no cock for him to measure with.

"Do you think I'd have a bigger cock than him thought?"

Jason braids her hair (he's the only one allowed to touch it) and doesn't even need a second, "Of course"

But is she better? Is she above loudly correcting someone when they say poetry and writing are futile skills and Jason's the one wayne man who won't amount to anything? When she bites his neck so the next time high ladies have something to look at? When she defends his honor? No. Yara isnt

In conclusion; They're idiots in love your honor

[scrunkore]

Scrunkore Media "Thread" 2023: Part 1

welcome to the scrunko core

1) Drill Dozer (GBA, 2005)

I'm a big fan of characters with big fuckin' drills, and Jill is definitely one of the more fun ones to play as while you mow down goons (including cops) and navigate platforming levels. It's a bit underwhelming in some areas, but it has a fun and energetic style, and I respect what the final boss fight does. A solid non-Pokémon offering from Game Freak, check it out sometime and maybe track down the cute little prologue comic too. [4★]

2) Kirby Fighters 2 (Switch, 2020)

Kirby is hardly a stranger to platform fighters, being in Smash and all, but having his own one is pretty novel - even if the characters who really steal the show are Meta Knight and King Dedede with their partnership in this one. The game itself is a fun little brawler that will take a few hours to beat mostly because of how long the harder parts of story mode can take, and it's full of fun powers and characters that you can use, but I'm not good enough at fighting games to say if it's really a good one. I enjoyed my time with it, though. [3.5★]

3) Sonic The Hedgehog: The Movie/OVA (Anime, 1996)

Strange, isn't it? Toei's original Sonic "movie" has plenty of oddities like an annoying anime catgirl who I actually kinda love, a silly old owl guy and Knuckles rocking that cowboy hat, and these honestly give it a unique charm. In terms of the main qualities, it's fairly nice to look at with good music and a really fun fight against Metal Sonic towards the end - I must say it's nothing spectacular until then, but I found it to be decent fun. English dub is pretty average for the time, which is to say not great, but it's also kind of iconic? Just a neat little part of Sonic history really, if you like the funny blue hedgehog you should probably check it out. [3.5★]

4) Puss in Boots: The Last Wish (Movie, 2022)

It's kind of crazy how much more interesting this is than the first movie, it wasn't even on my radar until the trailer showed off some of the excellent animated action that the final movie is filled with. I'm glad I checked it out, because this movie is a really fun adventure that also manages to not pull many punches with its darker theme, but it also has some rather silly bits, and I'll admit the bear family storyline actually touched my heart. Excellent villains too, with the terrifying wolf relentlessly hunting Puss, and the comically evil Jack Horner just being a dick the whole time. It's just a damn good movie with some great-looking animation, and I'm oddly excited for the future of the Shrek franchise now??? Thank You Pussy Boots [5★]

5) Super Kirby Clash (Switch, 2019)

Hope you like Kirby boss fights, because that's basically all this game is, with only four (admittedly somewhat new-feeling) abilities to choose from and a whole lot of grinding to be done on them if you want to actually finish the game. There are also microtransactions, but the game is nice enough to give you a limit on them, so I can't really complain about them that much, and you don't need to use them anyway. The fights are fine, pretty standard Kirby fare, and it was nice to see Nightmare from Kirby's Adventure get some acknowledgement. I didn't mind this one. [3★]

6-7) Chainsaw Man (Manga/Anime, 2018-Present)

Tatsuki Fujimoto's Wild Ride has been a hot topic for a while, and it's easy to see why, with the absolutely wild pacing, visceral fight scenes/massacres and great use of horror elements with movie influences that are worn on its sleeve. It's an intense and violent series that still has heart and likes to fuck around sometimes, effectively using themes of control and desire and struggling in a hellish world yet still maintaining hope, it's something with a vibe you don't see often and I'm still eagerly following the manga as it comes out. The first "part" of the manga is done, which is what I mainly made this about, and the anime adaptation is fantastic so I hope it continues at least to the end of that. Give it a go, I'd say it lives up to the hype. [5★ so far]

8) Metroid Prime Remastered (Switch, 2023)

I'd been putting off playing Metroid Prime for no real reason for a while, and then Nintendo randomly dropped the first game in HD on the Switch one afternoon, which pushed me to give it a shot. I'm glad I did, because Metroid works really well in the FPS format, which isn't the type of game I usually play so I was surprised by how much I enjoyed it in the end. There's the odd annoying room or brutal boss fight, and I'm not 100% about the whole visor gimmick, but as someone who loves Metroid, it does Metroid about as well as I could hope. Now, though, I really want them to put the other two games on the Switch too, because using a modern standard controller for this game feels too good to give up... [4.5★]

9) Pizza Tower (PC, 2023)

The indie darling of at least the first few months of the year, it's easy to see why people love this game - it's like that one Wario Land game, but with incredibly strong cartoon influence and also the Shinespark, and all of this works in its favour. It's a super satisfying action-packed platformer with a combo and ranking system that keeps you coming back for more, though I was never good enough to get more than an A rank myself. Bosses are fun and creative too, with a really good final one, and the aesthetic fits it perfectly, not to mention the absolutely incredible music. I don't think it's quite perfect, as there are some levels I'm not too fond of and there is the odd questionable enemy design, but it's damn good game anyway. [4.5★]

10) Kurukuru Kururin (GBA, 2001)

Okay, I see what this game was going for, and it's a good gimmick - rotating a pipe-shaped ship through increasingly difficult mazes while trying not to hit the sides or you'll die works just fine, and if I had more patience, maybe I'd actually love this game. But I kind of don't, and a lot of the difficulty of the game just feels more annoying than anything else, so I can't say I'm a big fan of this one. Multiplayer does look fun, and I guess the birds are cute, but I don't have that much else to say about this other than "eh not my thing". Can't say it's awful though, I still finished it with save states. [2.5★]

11) Captain Toad: Treasure Tracker (Switch, 2018)

I honestly did like the Captain Toad levels in Super Mario 3D World, so having a full game of them is pretty nice. The box garden diorama type levels full of items for Toad to collect are cute and fun, often short and sweet, and although a lot of them may be kind of a breeze, it absolutely will get hard if you try to do a more completionist route. There are also boss fights, but I don't think they're much to write home about, and they kinda repeat a couple times throughout the game, but they don't really hurt. I like that this version added Odyssey levels too, it's probably the best version of the game if you had to pick just one. It's nice fun, that's all really. [3.5★]

12) Kirby's Return to Dreamland Deluxe (Switch, 2023)

Return to Dreamland/Adventure Wii was the start of what is honestly one of my favourite eras of the Kirby series, and this polished remake shows that it's still just as good as it was back on the Wii. Typical fun campaign with everyone's favourite treacherous egg Magolor doing his thing, with a whole new mode starring the fellow after you beat it - the new mode is cool as hell by the way, it's not very long but it's really good extra content that fleshes out the lore. There are also a shit-ton of minigames from across the seires in this one thanks to Merry Magoland, each with their own challenges to complete, and you get funny masks to wear in the main game for doing so. Arena is still here too, and it's good to see Galacta Knight again after he got screwed over in Star Allies. This game's just a complete package, I only wish it had online multiplayer. [4.5★]

13) Blue Reflection Ray (Anime, 2021)

This one's just kind of alright, I would not have watched it had I not done it for someone I loved, but I enjoyed my time with it. It's a sort-of spinoff of a game series about gay magical girls protecting emotions from being erased, and I do really like what they did with that idea. So many of these girls are traumatised, and it explores said trauma in a way that I found rather effective, they didn't do a bad job with that. The character designs are pretty nice too, particularly when they're in their typical magical girl forms. The story itself isn't too bad, but I did get a bit bored sometimes, and the production values aren't anything to really take notice of - pretty standard fare there. I can see why my girl likes this anime, and I found plenty to enjoy about it too, but I don't think it really had much of an impact on me. It was fine, no shade from me here. [3.5★]

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[jfleamont]

of all the marauders who do you relate the most to and why?

Hey, thank you for asking me this, I'll return the favour! Hope you're doing well :)

I'm not sure, really. I see parts of myself in all of them, including Peter. I've thought about this a lot lately and now I get this ask? I thinks that's fate lol

I'll start by saying that the one I relate to the least is James. He's so different from me: he's a leader, he's hot-headed, daring, the life of the party, and so many things that I am not. He's who I wish I was... Or who I wish I was with, of this I'm not sure.

I relate a little bit to Peter: I wasn't always able to speak my mind, and liked the company of people who were much more extroverted than me. I'm not like that anymore, though, haven't been in a long time. I don't understand how he could give up everything just to save himself: I'd rather be lonely than hurt my friends. I do understand, though, his feelings of inadequacy, his desire to feel safe and protected.

Sirius, however... He has been my favourite character for the longest time, and definitely my favourite marauder. He's a bit more real to me than the other three. I think his death was probably the saddest one for most of us, but when OOTP came out - I think I was reading POA at the time, so it was still very Sirius-centric - I had just lost my uncle (don't worry, it was over 15 years ago so I'm okay) and I couldn't help but see myself in Harry in those situations. Also, the fact that Sirius was Harry's uncle in everything but blood made everything all the more real to me. So no, I don't relate to Sirius, even though we do share some traits I'm sure, but he's the one that I hold closest to my heart, so he deserved some attention.

That leaves Remus. It's hard for me to describe him, and it's kind of uncomfortable to think about how similar we are... Which only further proves that I relate to him the most. I've been called kind, exceptionally empathetic and patient by so many people, but I fail to see that most of the time. Or rather, those traits are not as prevalent as others. I think Remus had a tendency to give up; I wouldn't call it a pessimistic attitude, but rather defeatist. Remus wants things, but what's the point of fighting for them if you're not gonna get what you want? He didn't want to stand out, but was secretly very funny and charismatic; he only showed his true personality in front of his friends. Remus often denied himself happiness (i.e. when he left Tonks while she was pregnant) because he couldn't imagine a scenario where things would end well, and also didn't believe he deserved all the good things that had happened to him. I also think Remus had some anger issues, which were definitely a consequence of his trauma, but they were also caused by the fact that he did have dreams, desires and ambitions even though he denied it (to himself as well as others), so he was frustrated with himself. He was a dreamer disguised as a cynic. And to be honest, I am all of these things. And you know what? I love it.

Thank you again for sending such a great ask! You might have noticed I like to talk a lot when the topic interests me :)

Feel free to dm me if you wanna chat ❤️

[ruthiesrambles2]

For the writing meme ask!

There was silence for a minute, and Melanie looked at Ben, and then back at Javi, biting her lip. When she finally looked back at Ben, he gave a small shrug and nodded. They always were good at communicating without words.

"You can if you like," she said carefully to Javi.

He furrowed his brow, and she knew he hadn't understood.

"Fuck us both. You can. If you like."

Javi coughed, his eyes wide. It wasn't a no.

Melanie stepped towards him, and he suddenly felt very warm.

"Stick her on auto for a couple of hours, Javi. If… if that head of yours agrees with…" she nodded down at the bulge still covered by his hands, "that head of yours."

Javi coughed again. It wasn't like he hadn't thought about it before. The three of them, stuck up here for the past year. The way Melanie touched his shoulder at the end of a shift. The way Ben did push-ups in just his boxer shorts. But what if this was just another joke? What if -

He nodded his head before he could think too hard about it, before looking quickly at Ben, who gave him a small smile, and a tiny nod just as Melanie straddled his legs.

"In that case," she whispered, hot in his ear, "I really can't wait to feel that fat cock inside me."

Hi my lovely anon! You said in your other message you'd like me to elaborate on the whole chapter so I'll do that.

God I wish there was more to say about this one. This whole chapter was me trying to work out how to dirty talk without it explicitly being like... Degradation or Praise kink. I couldn't find a way to do it that wasn't funny!

I usually headcanon Javi as ace but I also accept any queer reading of him and as some of you know one of my favourite fics is Mel/Ben/Javi. I think it's only natural that (if he's not asexual) Javi would have thoughts about the other engineers after being cooped up in there for so long. After all he hasn't got a girlfriend... And Javi just loves it when people are nice to him.

I really wanted to include Javi's headphones because I think they're iconic. I too like to block out the world whilst I work. So the idea that Mel and Ben would mess with him whilst he's got them on was too good to miss.

I love love love the idea that after so many years, Mel and Ben can communicate in little glances. This is not based on any real experience for me though, I've been with the same person for 13 years and am still constantly mouthing "what???" at her across the room!

What else to say... Ohhhh the wordplay. "Fuck you both" to "you can. Fuck us both." It made me chuckle when I wrote it. There's a similar play in the Mel/Ben/Ruth chapter too - "the question is whether I like this... Or this" "what's the answer?" "Yes." I don't know it's all super cliché it just makes me happy to write it.

This head and that head is something someone said to me the first time I spitballed GP!Mel. Something about thinking with the right head? Idk it's funny though.

One of my favourite things to read, and hence to write, is when the narration takes on the inner thoughts of the character which then get interrupted by the action. I like cutting sentences off in the middle to show that actions are cutting off thoughts. I like the changing rhythm of it.

As for the ending we circle back to me being terrible at dirty talk! It ended up not being one I felt any desire to write actual sex acts for, I think other people have done it better. But maybe someday.

[kmze]

Building off of your last ask about stefan's insecurity(cos I need to get it out of my system before work) Stefan's insecurity w.r.t caroline seemed different than what he had with Elena.With Elena it was the fear of history repeating and losing her to his brother.Hence the good brother act.Elena made him forget who he was because he didn't like himself so he pretended to be the past version of himself that fell for a lie,human orphan girl from Atlanta and that's what he wanted to recreate with Elena,human katherine fantasy.With Caroline,he grew to accept himself.He didn't see the ripper as a separate persona anymore.He wasn't hiding himself from Caroline the way he hid from Elena.Yet he still didn't see himself in the same category as the men who were desperate for Caroline's attention.Because ultimately he was Stefan.He preferred humanity.He had empathy and a desire to be good unlike Klaus who was the ultimate bad boy who gave his brother run for his money,Enzo the charming british man,Tyler the hot-headed jock.Even when stefan wasn't romantically involved with Caroline,he still noticed the men lurking around her.He thought she had a type.I think he,just like majority of the fandom,had the misconception that Caroline liked bad boys.He knew he could be worse but he would still have to lose his humanity for that and he wouldn't want that.He read books.He was the hero.I think that's why like you said he was so shocked in 6×07 when he found out Caroline had feelings for him.He was like Wait since when did I become your type?I thought you liked them 'dark'.I tried to be the good guy with Elena and yet I wasn't enough and you've always been into different kind of men so why would you want me?What is so special about me?Someone should have told Stefan that caroline literally called him a prince in s1.In fact in s1 when Caroline asked him to dance stefan thought Damon made her.She was definitely under Damon's compulsion.He compelled her to take him with her to the party but Caroline didn't need compulsion to want to dance with Stefan.She asked him because she wanted to.Even in that moment Stefan didn't believe someone like her could genuinely want to be with him.Caroline even with all her flaws was perfect in Stefan's mind and he couldn't figure why would someone like her fall in love with someone like him?Caroline wasn't the only one who had low self-esteem and shame-spiralled.Stefan did that too."Deep down you and I are exactly the same,Caroline".When Caroline threw the list of reasons on his face why she had a thing for him,Stefan was so sad and funny because he was like WHAT! I mean this much to you!? I could go on and on but I think this is why it just hurts and makes me angry that he died the way he did.Nothing would ever change canon but I wish the writers and the actors at least tried to see and understand their characters in a different light.It's like they created the right material and yet wasted everything for popular opinion.

Love this rant lol. Yeah I agree with everything here and in terms of him thinking he's not her type it might be why when Caroline was her most forward with him (since they became friends) in 4x16 saying "well you're you" to him about how any girl there would want him he threw platonic caution to the wind and threw her over his shoulder and took her onto the dance floor. This is something people who don't like friends-to-lovers never seem to understand that one of the reasons it needs to be a slow burn is there's always an underlying worry of if it becomes something more and doesn't work out you are risking losing that friendship. And Stefan absolutely includes their friendship as part of their overall relationship, he said in 7x04 how they have more history in the last 5 years than most have in a lifetime, some of those years even involved when he was with Elena and she was with Tyler.

[bandlforever-blog]

Well another night where I can't really sleep. So, I think I'm lonely. I mean, no I don't wanna be in a "relationship" with him, but I want him to want me, you know. He's on my mind everyday like he's my newest obsession. It's just that I KNOW it doesn't make sense! I obsess over him and yet I don't want anything serious from him. I obsess over him, and to change that I want to find another man to obsess over, but I want to stay available for him in case he does one day call me up. I'm so confused by my own feelings and by his as well. What does he want from me? I know he doesn't need me and apparently he has a lot going on, but where does that leave me emotionally...physically. Back in the day he kinda made it clear that he wasn't a one woman man, so then and even recently it made me feel like he was saying he didn't expect me to be a one man woman, but if he were to come calling the other dude better get outta the way, lol. But when he says stuff like that, what am I supposed to think? I'm sure he knows I'm calling him a hoe, but for me to be a more than one man woman, that would make ME a hoe, and for a woman that's definitely frowned upon. The sad thing is I kinda think that's what I need it to be. Since he's not a one woman man, he's getting his needs met by multiple women. It's not really fair for me to solely rely on him to meet my needs, so I'd need to be a more than one man woman if I want to be satisfied. But it's why I want to ask him if that's what he wants. If it is, I think it'd hurt my feelings...which is beyond wrong because I don't wanna pin him down into a relationship and I don't wanna be in one either. But I can't bring myself to just get a fix from some random man. And, dumbly, the random man can win me over and trap me into being in a relationship just by talking to me everyday and paying some attention to me. For the record, it wouldn't last and I'd still want a piece of the hot guy. I'd pull away from the hot guy again because of my respect for that relationship status, but he'd be the one I want the whole time. Then when the relationship expires, where will he (hot guy) be....would he want to keep going through the back and forth, or would he finally say forget it, you're too fickle for me. Like I vaguely feel like he said even if I get into a relationship it shouldn't stop what we have going on on the side, but I could be remembering incorrectly. I something him and I WANT him to crave me like I crave him. No titles needed just do what we have to do on a semi regular basis. Gah, I don't wanna wait, I don't wanna figure out a way to get it from someone else. Ugh, what the heck do I do??

I something you. I wanna kiss you. I need to turn on the ac because of you. I want you to want me. I want you to come to me. I want you to crave me. I want you to desire to kiss and hold me. Trust me you will NOT be turned away because the feeling is beyond mutual!!

I'm betting if it was another man he'd be all about calling me up and spending time with me whenever I allowed it. Now the tables are turned on me. I'm craving you like mad and you're the one dictating when to make the call and spend time together.

Funny thing is he knows I can find someone else, but is that what he wants me to do? He wants me to have someone else on the back burner so he doesn't need to step up to the plate every time. Which in a way leads me back to my other question, do I ask him if he can step up to the plate or if I need to get someone else. Even as I write and think, I keep coming back to I need to get someone else.

I wish there was an easy way to get someone else that wouldn't make me see myself as a....woman of loose morals. The very fact that I say it like that instead of the way a normal person would say it 100% speaks to how I've lived my life. Why can't I just be one of those women that knows it's just a meaningless act to suit a need and it's not something that has to have that foundation of knowing a person first. I mean really wouldn't it be great if I could just pick up a man in a bar and then move on like so many other women (and men) do. Everyone talks about the "walk of shame", I can't even experience that without calling myself unfortunate names. Knowing this really annoys me. Well, I better figure something out and go from there. My 2 biggest hopes are that I don't fall into a relationship with random man because he paid attention to me, and that I can get what I want without talking down to or looking down on myself.

Wish me luck!!! 😘

[undiscovered-horizon]

[TW: mentions/descriptions of scars, self-harm]

Imagine showing Matt your scars.

Very self-indulgent. Scars mean you survived and you shouldn't be ashamed of them - for something tried to kill you but you persisted.

[Content under the cut due to the sensitive nature of themes included]

The night was hot - as they usually are in July. You weren't sure if the warm, stuffy air kept you awake or maybe the rumbling of the small fan standing in the corner of the bedroom. Not knowing what to do about your insomnia, you just absentmindedly dragged your fingernails across Matt's chest, right next to your head and counted cars that drove past the window.

14,

15,

16 and a motorbike,

17,

"You're not sleeping?" Matt groaned. You had a leg draped across his pelvis, one of his hands rested lazily above your knee and the other circled your waist. Although he shifted beneath you, his palms haven't moved.

"I tried and, honestly, it's so last season."

Matt chuckled at your answer. Being funny at 3am had to be as much of an achievement as laughing at that hour. It was quite odd that it was you who couldn't sleep. Most of the time Matt was the one who stayed up until early morning hours, either keeping Hell's Kitchen in check or simply thinking, dwelling. You were in New York's safest place and even that wasn't enough to get your brain to drift away, to let itself be pulled from reality by gentle waves of fantasy and exhaustion.

"You're gonna wish you were old-fashioned in the morning." His voice was quiet against your hair while he spoke before softly kissing your head. Matt's arm tightened around your waist, bringing you even closer to him. He had this peculiar habit of falling asleep after you. It wasn't even that he wanted to be like that: he simply remained restless until you were sleeping. Matt thought about that quite often and while he never came to a reasonable conclusion, he had a few theories all of which boiled down to the very same thought - he felt a responsibility, maybe a desire, to be the saviour of the day and so this self-appointed duty ended only when you fell asleep.

Smiling to yourself, you closed your eyes in an attempt to sleep, again. His regular, deep breaths kept you drowsily content, peacefully treading the line between realms of reality and dream. It was this perfectly comfortable state of hesitation where your mind slipped between consciousness and unconsciousness, leaving you only to wonder which sounds and thoughts were real and coherent.

"You have a scar here?" he asked in a hushed tone. There was a hint of fascination in his voice as it usually is with lovers discovering pieces of each other. His fascination, however, was quickly gone as his pleasantly rough hand moved along your skin, feeling more bumps: too regular and frequent to be a complete accident. Matt's brows furrowed and your heart sank, only then, among your sleepy haze, realizing what was happening.

Feeling panic and shame taint your blood, you awkwardly tried to move away from his grasp but Matt wasn't going to let you - his arms held you tighter. Your attempt to clumsily, powerlessly wriggle out of his hold was a vain effort. It was too late: he already sensed that something was deeply wrong and Matt was one of those people who stop digging only when they find a body.

"Hey, talk to me," he pleaded quietly, fearfully as if anxious that wrong words would forever scare you away. It pained him: the possibility that you hurt yourself and he never noticed. Not only was he blind but a complete fool. "If you don't want to, it's alright, just say so."

"I..." you whispered hesitantly. Your voice was shaky. "I don't know what to say." That was the truth: what does one say in a situation like this? Do you play it off? Or tell your life's story? Is there no comfortable half-measure where you don't have to reopen old wounds and bleed on people who never held a blade to your throat? An elegant answer that won't summon the burning rawness of the memories?

"Alright," he answered while gently stroking your hair. He had no clue how to act either. Although he had nothing to do with whatever wraith once gnawed at your heart and mind, he felt as if he had failed at something. Matt couldn't help but recall all the days when you seemed a little less happy, when some gloomy clouds he couldn't name hang above your head. Was there something he could have done? Words he could have said to ease your aching heart? "We don't have to talk about it."

Cars continued to indifferently pass the apartment building. Single, dismembered yells echoed through the neighbourhood every now and then. Maybe it was for the better that this side of the world was asleep at this hour: there was only one person willing to hear the pain and strength you carried within your tired heart. Perhaps that person was the only person you wanted to tell about those snakes biting at your heels.

"I don't do it anymore," you whispered after a moment of silence. Sounds of nightlife nearly drowned out your quiet voice and, just for a moment, Matt questioned whether you really said that or simply his woe-stricken imagination whispered this promise to tame his frenzied heart. You knew that he was worried to the point of being physically sick, although he was far from coercing the truth from you. There was little obligation in your decision to tell him about it. It was a curious thing to be in love - to want the other person to know every mole and freckle on your skin, every nightmare and empty thought passing your headspace. "The urge is there but I can deal with it," you reassured him. It was the truth, no matter how dishonest it might have sounded, although not all of it: you simply did not have the heart to tell Matt that this urge never quite goes away; the bite marks of this snake never leave one's skin.

"You don't have to do it alone, love," he whispered against your face. "I want to be there for you." Matt pressed his lips against your forehead in a tender, uncharacteristically long, kiss.

There was desperation in his voice as if he begged you to let him help carry this burden. And what a freeing thought that was - to trust someone with the heaviness of your heart. Matt was asking for you to let him hold your vulnerability in his rough, bloodied hands that had denied mercy so many times. But, maybe, only hands like those were scarred, ruthless, enough to understand the weight of the gift they are trusted with. Cleaner, holier, fingers might be too brash to fully comprehend their own strength and viciousness. It was a privilege of all things and creatures murderous to truly take in the sacredness of life, just like only a thief knows the true value of diamonds.

The two of you simply lay there in silence. His rough hands caressed your skin in a comforting albeit absentminded manner. The strength of his hold remained, rendering you unable to move away and, perhaps, you were completely content with that. You could only wonder about it because Matt wasn't willing to ever admit it but he recognized that wraith of self-destruction you had battled with. To some degree, it was the reason why he hurt so much upon that night's discovery: he understood and it was absolutely gut-wrenching to know that someone he loved so dearly wasn't a stranger to this inhumane urge. You, quite simply, didn't deserve it. Maybe that's what humanity has always meant - to see your own face in another's pain and loneliness; to call someone's heartache by your own name.

And every chance he had, as if trying to make up for the times you had needed it the most, he held you a little tighter. A little longer.