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Vulgar Display of Power [Miguel Diaz x fem!Reader] (Cobra Kai)

You can never fucking beat him in a fight and it's getting frustrating.

Request: omg more miguel please!!! smutty if u can xx already dating if you want? Fic title comes from my (second) favorite Pantera album. Word count: 4,350 Warnings: SMUT. established relationship, theres plot but it only serves to justify the sex lol, i use present tense in this, degrading, first time sub!miguel kind of, handjob, fingering, oral sex, penetration (p in v), semi-public sex (i guess? no one's around but the location isn't exactly private), a lot of use of pet names (baby, babe, love, mi amor), so much swearing. obviously no one is a minor here I don't mention much context but can be read as hs senior year or later, doesn't really matter. if you're a minor kindly keep away from my blog and this fic please

“Fuck!”  You yell out as Sensei Lawrence announces Miguel’s win. In turn of your frustration, Miguel sports a grin that playfully mocked you.

Now don’t get it twisted, you’re not a bad fighter. You’re not even a good one- you’re great. The best, except for…

“Diaz! Good one.” Sensei Lawrence praises.

“Nice, dude!” Hawk comes to fist bump him.

Tory comes to you. “Girl get it together! You’re better than that!”

“I’m fucking trying.”

Miguel hears the two of you talking and decides to insert himself into the conversation. “Come on, it’s not a big deal.”

“I say this with love but it is a big deal and I’m gonna find a way to beat you.”

“Okay. Whatever you say.”

[. . .]

“Hey,” you hear Miguel call from behind you, turning around for a split second to look at him before getting back to packing your stuff to leave the dojo. 

“Hey.”

“So, are we still on for tonight?”

“Yeah. I just wanna go home first and take a shower.”

He scratches the back of his neck. “Hey are you okay?”

“What do you mean?”

“Something seems… weird.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, babe,” you tell him, bringing a hand to his face and lightly tapping his cheek.

“You sure?”

“Yes! I just said it is!” You realize you blew up at him for no reason, immediately feeling bad for it and apologizing, not managing to look at him. “Sorry.”

“See? That’s what I mean!”

“I really am sorry.”

“Okay, but something’s clearly wrong.”

You stay silent, and he walks up to you, cornering you so you’d face him.

“What’s going on?”

Honestly, you don’t want to tell him. Because it would sound stupid. Because it is stupid. You don’t even exactly know why it had gotten so under your skin this time. 

“It’s fine. I’m just a bit off today.”

“You don’t have to talk about it, but you don't have to lie either.”

“Fine. You wanna know what’s wrong? I’m frustrated because you keep beating me.”

“What?”

“Every single time we’re picked to fight I just can’t fucking beat you. And yes, I’m glad you don’t go easy on me, cause that would be like a million times worse, but I'm frustrated with myself. You’re the only one I've never fully beat in a match. The closest I’ve ever gotten to that was a tie.”

“Well most of the time it ends up in a tie.” 

“Yeah but none of the time did it end with me winning.”

“I don’t understand why you’re so upset about this.”

“Of course you don’t. I just feel like if I still can’t beat you then have I really been getting better?”

“What? That’s nonsense, babe. You know that, right? Of course you’ve been getting better. We all have.”

“See I told you it would be stupid. I don't even know why I'm feeling this way.”

“That’s okay. We can just sort that out.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ll ask sensei for the keys.”

“What?”

“We’re gonna stay here and fight and we’re not gonna leave until you win.”

“That’s really not what I was trying to get from this-”

“What, are you scared?” He knew just how to tug on your strings. 

“Oh fuck no.”

“Then we’re doing this.”

“But what about the date?”

“We can go tomorrow. If you need my help today, I'll help you today.”

“Okay.”

[. . .]

“Alright, ready?”

You only nod your head yes, too focused to even speak.

“Okay. Round one.”

You get a couple punches in, but he’s faster than most of your hits. He wins..

You huff, annoyed. “Again.”

“Again.”

“Again.”

“Again.”

“Again.”

“Okay that’s it. Again.”

This time, determination runs through your veins, as tired as you were. Every single moment of feeling weak or inferior or as though you were seen by others as basically the female equivalent of Miguel, and not yourself, not someone capable of being better than him in any way, channeled into this round. 

And you won. This time, you fucking won. 

“Wait that’s three,” you realize.

“Yeah! You won!” Miguel celebrates.

“What?”

“You won, babe!”

“Oh my God. Holy fucking shit. I won?!”

He laughs, coming up to you. “You did.” He places a quick kiss on your lips, but you’re taken over by the adrenaline, pulling him back to you by the collar of his shirt when he went to pull away, tangling him into another kiss, deeper and more passionate this time around. “That was hot,” he comments, as you finally did let him part ways with you to breathe, your bodies still flushed together. 

You feel your cheeks burn at his comment. “I just kicked your ass,” you joke.

He doesn’t even seem fazed by the comment. “Yeah you did,” he grins.

“I did not expect that to unlock some sort of loser kink in you.”

“Hey! That’s not what this is!”

You lift an eyebrow, amused. 

“What, you’re telling me it’s a crime if my insanely hot girlfriend looks insanely hot while kicking my ass?”

“Should I kick your ass more often then?”

“You’re welcome to.”

“You’re so weird.”

“Shut up,” he retorts, finally having enough of the playful bantering, unable to wait a second longer to have your lips on his again. 

Miguel pulls you even closer to him- if that were even possible- by pulling on your waist, not wasting a second more before diving in again, pulling you into a kiss that is much more feral this time around. His actions scream that he wants you, and the high from having reached your goal and beat him in the last round mixed with the lust forming in you from seeing him so affected, so attracted to this, it feels good.

You suppose some people would maybe come into an issue if they found themselves in your place. Men aren’t exactly known for being great at dealing with women being better than them in… well, anything. But Miguel acted genuinely proud of you. Hell, he’d canceled your date night to help you with this because he realized it was important to you. And more than being supportive, he was turned on by your display of power. 

His kisses start trailing out of your lips, to your jaw, to the space below your ear. “You did so well, love. You should get something in turn, huh?”

Your mind was getting a bit foggy. Still, you join in playing his game. “I suppose I should. What are you gonna do?”

“Whatever you want me to,” he breathes out. Oh. That was definitely new. 

“Whatever I want?” He only nods, looking up at you, waiting to be told what to do. Holy shit, that was hot. “That sounds good.”

“Just tell me, please, I’ll make you feel so good, I promise,” he pleads. It was almost pathetic. You decide you’d never get enough of hearing him plead like that. You loved the times in which he was more dominant, but you could definitely get behind this too, no issues whatsoever.

You pretend to think. “I don’t think I will.”

“What? Why not?”

“I want you to guess.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“I- Uh- Ih-” he takes a deep breath. He liked that. You smiled. “I can do that.”

“Good boy,” you try, hoping he didn’t find it weird. 

Apparently, he didn’t. “Fuck. Fuck,” he lets out in almost strangled sounds, wordlessly dropping himself to the floor. He looks up at you with doe eyes, as if pleading for permission. You smile at him, signaling everything was okay. You cage his jaw with both your hands, and he closes his eyes for a moment, letting you play with his hair.

“You look so pretty like this,” you coo, and he feels it down his spine, his eyes fluttering open. 

“Sit.”

“What?”

“Sit,” he repeats himself, but it isn’t demanding. Not this time. 

“I heard you.”

“Sit, please, baby.”

You grin. You didn’t know you’d like this this much. “Of course, baby.” You sit down on the bench, legs closed. He parts them confidently, eyes not leaving yours as he does so slowly, positioning his body between them. With his face mere inches from yours, he looks up at you again. 

“Do you want me to kiss you?” He guesses. His cheeks red, he clearly looks embarrassed. It turned him on and it turned you on too. 

You nod eagerly, signaling he’d guessed right. He smiles and closes the distance between you, pulling you down and attaching his lips to yours. It starts out slow, tender, experimental- testing the waters. He grows eager pretty fast, though, kissing you harder, his hands traveling to either of your thighs and planting themselves there firmly, squeezing in a way that makes you gasp slightly in surprise. 

He pulls away just to tease you about it. That’s the kind of little shit he is.

“What was that for?”

“Nothing.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” 

“Not this then?”

He squeezes your thigh again and you try to act unbothered.” He notices though, pleased with himself.

“Oh shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You didn’t have to.”

He pulls you into a kiss again with no warning, more feral than before, his hand traveling upwards, inside the legs of the shorts you were wearing. 

“Take it off,” you pant out, a stern tone overtaking your words, and he complies without questioning. You smile, pleased with that. You lift your hips slightly for him and he throws the shorts somewhere on the floor behind you. 

He stares at your underwear for a few moments, as if lost in a trance. You laugh. “Hello? You here?”

“Yeah. Sorry. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this.”

“Used to what?” You move a hand to caress his face. 

“The fact that I’m the only one who gets to see you like this.”

“Aw, do you like that, baby? Does it turn you on?” You ask, your tone almost mocking him.

He only nods his head yes, looking embarrassed.

“That’s good.” You make a show to slowly take off your shirt, a sudden surge of confidence running through your veins at his words, discarding it along with the shorts behind you.  His eyes widen and he mumbles a few words, the volume of his words so low you couldn’t make it out for the life of you, before he just surges forward again, not aiming for your lips this time, but for your jaw. 

“What was that?” You manage to breathe out as he continues his trail of kisses along your jaw.

“What?”

“If you’re gonna talk you’re gonna let me hear it. Got it?”

“Oh-okay.” He continues to place quick, slight pecks along your jawline, but you know exactly what he’s doing.

“You’re not distracting me from that. I wanna know what you said, baby. Wanna hear you.”

“I said- I said uh-“ he gulps. “It’s dumb.”

“That’s okay.”

“I just said ‘fuck me’.”

You let out a small laugh. “Oh. It was dumb,” you mock him again, and you can see he didn’t expect that.

“What?”

“I though you wanted to fuck me,” you joke.

 He doesn’t take it as a joke. “I do. I do I just meant- it was just-“ oh. This was for real. 

“I know, love. I was just teasing you. Okay? You’re being so good to me.”

His eyes almost sparkle at the praise. 

“You know I think I changed my mind.”

“What?” 

“Maybe I should fuck you.”

“What do you mean?”

You look down on him and smile, a genuine sweet smile. “Get up.”

“But-“

“I thought you said you’d do whatever i wanted you to,” you fake-pout. 

He doesn’t say a word before standing back up. You do the same, keeping your body flushed to his. You slowly turn the two of you around, cornering him until the back of his knees hit the bench and pushing him to sit down on it. 

Standing in front of him, you tilt your head to the side as you take in the view. He looked disheveled as ever. You loved it. “I think you’re wearing too many clothes.

“I- I can take it off.”

“Yeah I think you should.”

“What… what do you want me to take off?”

“Let’s go with the shirt first, baby. How about that?”

He nods furiously. “Yeah I can do that,” he takes his shirt off in a millisecond, throwing it with your clothes on the floor. 

“Oh, you look so pretty,” you coo, stepping closer to him and lifting his chin up to look at you. You make your way around the bench to be behind him, and you can see him gulp in anticipation. Fuck, you were loving this a little too much. You trace his biceps with your finger. “Your arms, I love your arms, you know that? So big and strong,” you exaggerate, and he quirks an eyebrow at the suspicious comment. This doesn’t sound like it was getting to a nice praising place. “And your body, I mean your abs. Your thighs, your thighs are so pretty, baby,” you crouch a bit, still behind him, wrapping yourself around his back so you could snake your arms to his thighs, still only tracing them with a single finger. “So how come you lost to me like a bitch?”

That seems to remind him very well of what was happening.

“It- it was one time.”

“One time you lost to me. But you’ve barely ever won, have you?”

He stays quiet. 

“Come on, baby, talk to me…” you pout, snaking your arms around his torso and kissing his neck.

“N-no.”

“Did you like that you lost to me baby?”

Quiet again.

“Did it turn you on?” You whisper in his ear and you can feel him take in big a breath. .

He couldn’t even look at you .

“Oh, pretty boy, I wanna hear your voice!”

He gulps again. “It- it turned me on,” he confesses. 

“I never knew you were into this sort of thing.”

“Me- me neither.”

“Do you like it when I’m stronger than you? When I tell you what to do?”

You remove yourself from his body entirely, and he whips his head at record speed to look at you, desperate for your touch again. You circle the bench once again, standing in front of him. You grab his jaw and lifts his head up to look at you, your other hand messing with his hair. “So pathetic. I’ve barely done anything to you and you’re this hard.”

You finally sit yourself down on his thighs, legs on either side of his torso, and he immediately and instinctively grabs your ass ‘for support’ as he’s always insisted with a grin. 

“You’re so fucking pathetic you’ll do anything I tell you to. Won’t you?” You pout, tilting your head.

“I’ll- I’ll do anything you want.” 

“That’s a good boy,” you mess with and pet his hair again. You loved it when it was just long enough for his curls to appear. 

He shivers. “Can you say it again?”

“Oh, no can do, baby. You’ll have to keep being a good boy to earn it.”

“I’ll- I’ll be a good boy, okay?”

You nod silently, your arms draped around his neck, and you pull yourself closer to get access to his face. You kiss along his jawline slowly, paying extra attention to the spots just under his ears, which made him shiver like crazy. When you find it sufficient, you move down to his neck, and he lets you, tilting his head to the side. You kiss down his neck, trying your best to not leave any marks. He’s still shivering now, and you know him well enough to know he’s okay, but can’t resist teasing him a bit more. 

“Oh no, baby, you’re trembling! Is everything okay?” You feign ignorance.  He doesn’t reply. “Aw are you too horny to speak to me? Is that the issue?” You mock.

He lifts his hips for some friction, an involuntary tell that he was enjoying this too. “Aw, do you like it when I’m mean to you? Huh?” You lift his chin again. He begrudgingly nods his head yes. You smile and move your hand from his chin to his cheeks, squeezing both off them. “Does my baby like it when I’m in control? When I handle you like this? When I call you names?” 

He tries to reply, but can’t really with you squeezing his face like that. 

“Oh I can’t hear you baby!” You let go of his face. “You’re gonna have to say it again.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, I- I like it when you’re mean to me.” 

“I know, baby boy. I can feel it.” With no other warning, you palm him through his shorts. He was impossibly hard. Knowing he was liking this was for sure improving your confidence. The moment your hand meets his crotch his breathing becomes unsteady and he thrusts his hips up again, wanting more. You start kissing along his neck as you keep feeling him up through the shorts, and then he is gone. He lets himself let out delicious moans you would play on repeat if you could, tilting his head back to grant you better access to his neck. He wants more, and you know he does. But you want to hear him say it. 

After a few minutes, he does. 

“Please take it off.”

You press a gentle kiss to his neck, containing a grin. “What are you talking about, babe?”

“My shorts, take them off, please. Please, take them off.”

You press a quick peck on his lips this time. “You beg so pretty, baby. I think I’ll need more of that.”

He looks confused.

“Anything I tell you, right?” 

He nods. 

“Good. Eat me out.”

His eyes widen at the bluntness of it all. And then he realizes what you meant by needing more of his begging: you weren’t going to solve his little problem all that soon. 

“I- yes. Yeah.” 

You pull yourself off of him and he stands up as quickly as humanly possible, grabbing your hand and yanking you to Sensei’s office, rushing to move everything that was on his desk. You catch his drift and pull yourself up to sit on it. You’re so enthralled you don’t even really have the time to rethink what you’re doing and where you are. Miguel gets himself on his knees, and the sight of it from above is breathtaking. 

“Are you sure you wanna be on your knees? They’re gonna hurt.” You ask him, seriously this time.

“I don’t care,” is all he says, dismissing the thought. He pulls you closer to the edge of the desk, and you let yourself lean back on your elbows. He brings a hand up your thigh and takes off your underwear, you lift your hips up to help. 

He brings both his hands to your thighs, slowly pulling them apart, opening your legs. 

He wastes no time before diving in, startling you when, in a second, his head is between your thighs while his hands squeeze them hard and his mouth is suddenly on you. 

He moves his tongue up and down your clit, occasionally circling around it. Now and then he takes a long lick, from your hole to your clit, letting out a moan from time to time as he tastes you, and he picks up on the shaky breaths and loud moans you let out at that (and the way your hands fly to his hair, slightly pulling it.) 

He moves his tongue to your hole, licking and kissing around it before getting it inside.

It makes you almost want to scream out his name. 

“Oh my god. You’re being so good to me, baby. Please don’t stop-” 

You can feel his smile. 

He takes one of his hands off of your thigh and moves it to thumb at your clit as he keeps fucking you with his tongue. The feeling is heavenly, but you can’t help but want more. 

“Your fingers.” Is all you say, and he gets it.

Normally in a situation like this he’d be teasing you in some way, but right now just the thought of upsetting you with that and having you leaving him to finish himself off, or something down that lane, got him quiet. 

He changes what he’s doing, going back to flicking your clit with his tongue, and slowly inserting one of his fingers. You decide you want to tease a bit more. “That all you got?” You challenge him, knowing exactly what you’re doing. He inserts another finger, not taking the care to do it slowly this time, and he pushes them deep inside you, curling them upwards to make sure you felt it.

You let out a moan that’s so pornographic you’re almost embarrassed at it, but you can feel him grin at it, pleased with the reaction. He keeps on, but at a slow pace. In other instances, you didn’t mind some slow, passionate sex. You loved it, even. But right now you wanted to be fucked.

“Harder.”

He pulls his head up to kiss you. You let him. As you make out, your taste still on his tongue, his fingers thrust harder, deeper inside you, making you moan into his mouth, which Miguel seemed to enjoy a little too much.

You can feel yourself brimming an orgasm, and your words become nonsense as he keeps on, your noises becoming so higher-pitched you can barely register you’re the one making them. 

“Fuck I’m gonna cum. Baby, I’m gonna cum. Holy fucking-“

It hits you suddenly, killing your train of thought. Your body trembles as he keeps thrusting his fingers into you, letting you ride out your high. He laps it all up gladly, but you pull him away, your clit oversensitive. 

That doesn’t mean you didn’t want more.

“Everything okay?” 

“Yes, baby. You were such a good boy. But I want you to fuck me now.” 

Miguel was still not used to you being this blunt. And honestly neither were you, for the matter. The words just kept coming out. 

“What- what do you want me to do?” 

You get close to his ear and whisper. “Whatever you want, baby.”

His eyes widen. Whatever he wants. 

 He pulls you off the desk and wordlessly takes you back to the locker room. He leaves you for a second to retrieve a condom from his bag. A prepared man, you’d say.

You manage to take a better look at him and laugh. He furrows his eyebrows together. “What?”

“You look so fucked out right now.”

He rolls his eyes at you and takes off his shorts, kicking them away. He goes to pull his boxers down but you stop him, stroking him in an agonizingly slow pace. He lets out a groan. “Please stop, I’m not gonna last.”

“Oh poor you.” You yank his boxers down. His dick is so hard it must be painful. And all from losing a fight and being called mean names. He walks the two of you backwards until your back is against a wall. He puts the condom on and looks at you for a green light. 

“Go on, baby.” 

He nods, pressing his cock into your hole slowly, letting you adjust to the intrusion.

“Fuck.” You breathe out.

“Was that a good fuck or a bad fuck? Does it hurt?”

“I’m alright. It was a good fuck.”

“Okay.” He hikes up one of your legs to his waist, and you think he’ll be content with that position, but he hikes up your other leg too, pressing your back even more firmly to the wall and supporting your weight by holding firmly onto the back of your thighs. 

“Woah what are you doing?”

He doesn’t bother responding, thrusting into you experimentally. 

“Holy shit.”

That is enough for him. His thrusts become harder, deeper, faster. He hadn’t realized just how desperate he was until now. 

Hitting the spot inside you that made you see stars with every thrust, it doesn’t take long for his breath to quicken and his thrusts to become sloppier. “I’m gonna- can I-“

Was he trying to ask for permission to cum? Holy fucking shit, that was hot.

“Shh, it’s okay baby. You’ve been so good. You can cum.”

“Thankyouthankyouthankyou,” he chanted.

 You laugh as his desperation, but it quickly turns into a moan, with Miguel eager to cum and fucking you so hard now you can’t even understand how he could still hold up your weight while doing that. Bless you universe for giving you a strong, strong boyfriend. But all of that didn’t matter now, because he was fucking you so good you could feel the familiar sensation of an orgasm building again.

“Please don’t stop.” That was the first time you begged him for something the whole time.

“I won’t, mi amor.” Oh, that broke you. That one pet name didn’t come out all that frequently, so when it did, you felt giddy on the inside. 

With a few more thrusts, both of you reach your high, and at that point Miguel did have to pull you down, although your legs currently trembled so hard it was a little difficult to stand, but he helps you out after tying the condom up and throwing it away.

“Holy shit,” you finally let out. 

“Holy shit,” he agrees. 

“What were you saying about your loser kink again?”

“Will you shut up about that?” He smiles.

“Was I too mean to you? I might’ve gotten a little carried away."

He looks down to the floor in embarrassment as if he hadn’t just fucked you into oblivion. “I liked it.”

“That’s good baby. So, shower?”

“Yeah you stink,” he makes a disgusted face, plugging his nose and everything just to irritate you. 

You roll your eyes at him. 

A/N: pls be kind to me and cut me some slack i've never posted smut before 😭 i promise ive had sex before 😭 fighting for my life lmao

[liveontelevision]

Okay, this started as a rant about Lucifer lore and turned into an argumentative essay on why Lucifer is a bottom. My b.

18+ Smut ahead, lots of angst

•••

Here's the thing about Lucifer. He was an awesome dreamer, fell in love with Lillith, and was banished to Hell. Literally forced to see what the gift of good will can do at its worse. Unless he's made some personal contact with a sinner to get like updates about what the gift of good will did right, he had to be stuck in a depression for centuries, at least until Charlie was born. And while that would've definitely given him a new passion, he'll never feel confident in dreaming again.

With how much he dislikes sinners and what they represent, i wonder if there had to be some strain on their relationship when it came to Lillith taking control? They never really talk about if they had a fallout or if she just disappeared, but i dont think they really got divorced either.

When Lucifer looks at that family picture and winces, does he feel bad about not contacting charlie? About something he did to make lillith leave? Or maybe he feels bad about being upset at lillith for leaving in the first place? There's so much to umpack there i live for the lore.

Love Interests:

But when that comes to potential love interests in the future, Lucifer hasnt had to court anyone before like ever. Not in the circumstances that they live in a big city like Hell. So when he finally ends up catching feelings, he has no idea. People around the hotel literally need to pick up on context clues for him and have an intervention to tell him he's in love again.

Even if he hasnt seen lillith in 7 years, their relationship had to be a drastic change compared to new love. I think that his love interest would also pick it up before he does, and you would let him work at his own pace. Fuck, it is so important that he goes through this process at his own pace.

With so much strain on his past relationships with loved ones, he fully gaslights himself into thinking he doesnt deserves and isnt allowed to feel affection anymore. I hate making characters i love suffer. But i feel like in his state of mind he'd go through depressive episodes and panic attacks, maybe some night terrors. Theyed be about his past and his subconscious would essentially tell him he has feelings again, and he shouldn't act them in case he scares you away and abandons you, like heaven. Or drives you away like lillith. Or purposely blocks you out like charlie. Mans is struggling i swear. He needs some comfort.

After finally coming to terms, hes a nervous wreck about every decision he makes. He'll constantly stare in the mirror in the mornings, making sure he looks his best, would plan mental scripts before even having a conversation with you, and would become a bumbling mess just trying to make jokes out of the situation, some base level actions, like how we saw in the show. He'll manage to finally ask you out, but all he really knows how to do is profess an undying love (i feel like his confession to lillith was hella dramatic) so it was a little awkward, but still cute. And of course you said yes.

So let's say its been 5+ years since he moved into the hotel, met you and finally managed to confess his feelings. When it comes to the actual relationship? You give him reassurance and support him through his mental episodes, and laugh at his jokes and praise him for everything he does. He has such intense imposture syndrome though, that even other demons have to reassure that theres no way you dont love him with all your being. Because it is literally obvious to everyone but him.

He's pretty good at doing the romantic fluff stuff in public, he loves to make a big show out of treating you like royalty and even trying to embarrass you when you become close enough. He's always more charasmatic in public, it seems easier than doing that alone.

Not in a negative way, but Lucifer is so never to be alone with you. You take the lead a bit more in those scenarios, suggesting ideas like movies or just coming up with small talk yourself. He needs someone who'll be patient with him. Being alive for millions of years AND being left or shamed by all your loved ones during that time is literally the definition of Truama.

Of course he's been bottling all that shit up, he has no one to confide with. There's no one who's been alive and witnessed it all the way he has. So bless you for loving and caring for him even without understanding all hes been through.

You'll have some rough patches, where this emotional side locks him away from you and everyone else. It might be a few days before you see him. He'll lock himself in his office, pumping out ducks by the dozen just to keep himself from sleeping, because he's scared he'll have night terrors if he feels asleep. He's in a constant loop;

"what if i fucked up?"

"what if i try to talk about it and then they realize how bad i fucked up?"

"what if that's enough of a reason for them to leave me?"

"what if i scare them away?"

"what if that fucks this up?"

"what if i fucked up.. Again..?"

After he leaves his office, youre excited to see him out and about, but you cant make a big deal out of it. You have to speak to him calmly, make sure he's physically okay before talking to him about his thought process. It might take awhile, but he'll eventually trust you enough to open up. And of course it'll never be bad enough for you to leave him, he's just struggling.

Physical Contact:

It takes him an even longer time to become physical with you. He hasnt been intimate for over a decade at this point, but as soon as he becomes comfortable with little affections like hand holding, cuddling, wrapping his arms around your waist, and kissing? Hoo boy, he melts after your first kiss. It couldve been even a small peck and he would still become a nervous wreck just trying to ask for more.

He'll ask for physical touch more than provide it at first. You'll give him a quick kiss and he'll look up at you super eager just like, "another?" He'll grow into tastful pda's, linking arms, quick hugs and smooches, holding hands all that.

He becomes putty in your hand when you're alone though. You'll nudge him to lean against your shoulder or even lay his head in your lap while youre lounging or watching movies. He becomes so relaxed in your presence, that you'll want to suddenly peck him just to see his suddenly flustered reaction.

You'd give him massages that he would always be hesistant over. He was always a little nervous that he wasnt giving enough to you, but you were quick to assure him that wasnt the case. You'd straddle his hips while giving him a slowww massage. It starts with light touches, tracing your fingers over his shoulder blades and spine. You'd trace your fingers over his chest when you would cuddle too, depending on the position. Or stroke his back sweetly. It was enough of a distraction to keep his mind occupied, away from any spiraling thoughts he might be having.

He purrs. Convince me that he doesnt purr. (You cant)

Being secluded for so long probably means that he doesnt fly as much as he used to. It was probably a passion of his, and he was especially delighted to share it with lillith and charlie.

So during those 7 years he barely flew, he also didnt take care of his wings. I feel like theyre something to be summoned, so they arent constantly tucked into his back. You'd basically scold him sometimes to just let you clean his wings.

You'd do it in like a spring-type bathhouse that Lucifer would have in his castle somehow. It was one of the first intimate moments he's experienced in years, so he was generally going insane. Feeling your hands and a little comb rake through the feathers on his giant wings? You'd have to tap his shoulder sometimes to keep him from falling asleep to the relaxation alone. After the first time, the water you used was pretty dirty and he had a lot of loose feathets that were combed out. Damn, he needed this.

Intimacy:

After awhile, you sit down and would have a discussion about being intimate in bed. Lucifer would be absolutely nervous about overstepping by asking this, (even though you've been together for about a year at this point). He would use his mental scripts and basically practice what he wanted to say.

It would mainly be him saying he wants to do this because he loves you and youve done so much for him that he wants to give back to you in this way. It would consist of him saying its okay if you dont want to, or if you ever want to stop to just say so. But of course you want to, how could you not?

It would start slow, he actually tries taking the lead in this specific situation. He would kiss you first, his lips trembling at the thought that this is actually happening. Feeling his nerves, you'd cup his face and stroke his cheeks with your thumbs lightly. That will help him ease up enough to start letting the passion take over more.

He'd become more confident in slipping his tongue into your mouth and placing his hands on your hips to pull you closer to him. Lucifer would get lost in the moment, pulling you to straddle his lap as he kissed and licked and bit his way across both your shoulders and down to the softeness of your breast. After leaning back to look at the damage his eyes would become increasingly wide, looking up at you with a flustered expression. Seeing you losing it as much as he was, gave him enough courage to keep up at it.

He would almost hesistantly take a hold of your breasts and would massage them softly, running his thumbs across your nipples and becoming absolutely delighted at the reaction you gave. The adrenaline from the pleasure would make you start grinding against his lap, which would make lucifer's hands on your hips pull away for a moment and make his breath stutter. Lucifer would look you up and down as if he didnt know what to do next, studying your body with darting eyes. You'd press a small kiss on his forehead before guiding his hands back onto your hips with yours, keeping your eyes on him the entire time.

"Are you okay, Luci?" He would gulp before nodding his head and turning ridiculously red across his face, maybe from the idea of what was to come, maybe just from your voice alone. You'd keep your hands ontop of his at your hips as you'd keep moving, letting out breathy moans. He would be holding his breath without realizing, an absolute nervous wreck just from the view.

He would already be hard just from the previous make out session, so this would cause him to lean his back against the bed, his strength giving out. You'd keep up at it, feeling his hips jolt up to meet yours at times.

He was a sweaty, twitching mess in front of you and you hated to admit how much that excited you.

His scripted plan was immediately forgotten, but he was quick to remember that he wanted to please you.

He'd snap out of his state of intense pleasure, to carefully switch positions, him looking over you with your back against the bed.

You both discuss it, of course, attempting to set boundaries before hand. Even just the tender discussion would get him riled up. So he'd lean foward and kiss you again, showing off his forked tongue before peppering kisses down your entire body, until he was close enough to let his hot breath heat up your folds.

You'd feel his nervous breath on you before delving in. He would be hesistant of course, but would be quick to get used to your entrance after running his tongue across your entirety multiple times. Lucifer loves providing pleasure this way, so his brain immediately knew what to do once the nerves past. He was quick to take a tight hold onto your thighs to keep you in place as he entered you with his demonic lengthy tongue. He would look up at you as he sort of aimlessly dug around at first, waiting for a reaction. Once he'd see you dip your head back with a muffled moan, he would close his eyes to focus all his attention to that one spot. He'd reach his thumb around to circle and massage your clit that he would find far too quickly. You'd arch your back and try to get more friction against his tongue, but it's easy to forget that he is quite literally the strongest being in Hell. You weren't going anywhere.

He'd love feeling your hands in his hair and would absolutely lose it feeling you pull hard when he'd hit just the right spot. As soon as he set a steady thythm and was hearing your voice become more unhinged, he'd speed up to an extent that you didn't realize was possible after going for so long. You discussed cumming before and he made it very clear that he was okay with you finishing on his face. Fuck, he wanted it. You still warned him, moaning out his name to get his attention, "I-I'm almost there- K-Keep doing that.. like that..! Luci-" you'd almost direct him though the whole process, but were quick to become a moaning mess unable to communicate with words. You'd reach your limit and he would let you buck up into his face this time, loosening his grip on your thighs. He'd pull away after licking you clean, sending overstimulated pleasure across your entire body, with a line of your juices following his tongue as he lifted his head. He would pant with his tongue still sticking out of his mouth, and even through hazy eyes you loved seeing his demonic tongue and thinking about how it just drove you to climax.

Things would switch up again, and you'd sit him against the back of the bedframe. you'd have another quick discussion before seating yourself slowly on his length, which had been throbbing for any contact since the night started. The first few times, he'd do his best not to cum immediately. He hadn't been touched like this in a while, after all. You'd only begin to move once you made sure he was okay since his struggle was written all over his face.

The moment you began to keep a steady space, he would jut his hips upwards, becoming needy to feel this sensation he hadn't felt in over a decade. The first time didn't last long. It was sweet, and he would constantly moan out your name and babble on about how much he loves you. The entire time, you'd be praising him through every move until he was going too fast for you to get a sentence out.

He'd cum inside of you, another previously discussed topic. You essentially had to beg to convince him it was okay. You'd collapse onto his chest, a position he didnt see often. While the two of you always cuddled, you were so focused on making sure he was comfortable, Lucifer realized you didnt often get the chance to just relax on top of him. So after realizing that? Aftercare was amazing.

He'd let you sit with him inside you for a while, before pulling you off and immediately cleaning you up. Some nights, when he felt especially dominant, he would lap up his own cum from your incredibly sensitive cunt. He would swallow some of it, but was mainly pushing anything that dripped out back into your entrance.

After cleaning you up, he would wiggle his way back underneath you and pull you onto his chest, enjoying taking care of you the way you took care of him.

After the first night, lucifer would be much more confident. He'd have that healthy glow, but would be more assertive during meetings, more communicative and wouldnt shut others out as often. It really helped him realize how much you gave to him, and he was determined to give all that and more back to you.

[homoeroticbetrayal]

Iconic Homoerotic Betrayal: Round 1

Round 1 Directory

Context (they're really good very passionate):

Nagi/Reo (Blue Lock)

basicallt bluelock is a soccer program being funded by the soccer association (i swear i know soccer im tryna speed through this) theyre tryna make it so japan wins the world cup and to do so you need a strong striker. so they gathered all the young adults (hs graduates) and put them in this program, which, if you're eliminated, you dont have a career in soccer at ALL. they didnt know this walking into it :p. so reo and nagi met in school and reo saw him (rich kid, gets what he wants but doesnt really know what he wants yk) and said that he has to have him. or....... something. anyways, reo needed someone to learn soccer with and he chose the most antisocial sleepy guy on campus. and then proceeded to be an absolute simp (theres a scene he literally massages his back.) he also has canonically called nagi "good boy" (nagi said "yes boss" to him as well) context for the specfic betrayal was the game required them to be in teams of 3 and this is after reo and nagi's previous team of like 8-10 lost to isagi's team. reo and nagi said that they were going to go to win the world cup together. thats always been their promise. (theyve known each other for half a year i think. which is a short amount of time to be so attached LMAO.)

they also have a second betrayal which is honestly worse than this one, and reo's team loses to isagi/nagi's team and nagi tells him he's done with reo.

its a common theme of nagi never picking reo btw. reo was upset after the game because after you win a mtach you pick someone from the losing team to advance with and NAGI DIDNT ADVOCATE FOR REO HARD ENOUGH I GUESS AND ISAGI TOLD THEM ALL THAT THE BEST CHOICE WAS CHIGIRI. so they had another homoerotic fight that im never getting over. hope this meets ur criteria. they're in their exes era. its slightly better tho because nagi does feel bad/sorry for what he said.

(Other anon, I'll include your essay if they make it into the next round)

Geto/Gojo

"He was my friend, my one and only" ultrapowerful, one tried for it one born with it bitches but the twist is one was so consumed by the twisted horrible nature of humanity he went all Magneto but a lot more murderous while the other one only stays nonmurderous because he believes in changing the system by training the next generation. You don't understand he spared him, you don't understand, Gojo's devastation of knowing that he didn't do anything to help him as he slowly literally ate and ate and ate hate and pain to protect people that didn't protect his own. The devastation of knowing that there was nothing else to say nothing to do no way to help him bring him back he'd changed into someone he understood but simply couldn't support. Geto's betrayal, leaving everything and everyone behind because their way not only wasn't working but it was protecting those who wouldn't protect them. Geto laughed for the first time in ten years after all this when Gojo said something to him , the moment before he (Gojo) killed him, carried his body, refused to have it burned. Geto gets basically possessed and when Gojo sees not!him for the first time he freezes and gets captured, Geto almost breaks the possession momentarily whe he hears his name , he doesn't, Gojo gets captured, Geto is stuck, cursed , dead.

[lock3d-n-load3d]

Alrighty, that should be this blog set up. Still workin' out a few kinks 'n all but now you lot can send us some asks. For context, heres an image of us that should be on the header though its glitching on our end.

From left to right, these are:

Firebug, our resident Pyro. They like going on treks across the badlands, and enjoy bugs. Apparently we're all bugs to 'em. I'm a carpenter bee in their eyes.

Reese, thats me. I'm the one typing all this. Do I really gotta explain myself?

René, our damned Spy whose held me at gunpoint too many times. Hes good at what he does though.

Stanislav or Stas, our Heavy. I havent spoke with 'im much. He aint much of a talker. Though I've heard of a certain someone here who might like him.

Archie, the Sniper. Not much to say about him.

John, the Scout. Hes like a rat sometimes, and has a superiority complex worse than our doc to boot, but hes a good kid.

Terry, our Soldier. Likes planes, surprisingly. He also likes gambling. We've banned 'im from poker night though because hes a sore loser.

Demobot, more of a mystery than Firebug. Though I usually keep him in fightin' form. Hes a robot afterall. Though I swear we were meant to be gettin' a human. Ah well, Demo is a good'n, even though he scares me sometimes.

Rafel, our Medic. Hes crazy, obsessed with some Francis guy, and is the one guy you should avoid talking casually about birds to unless you want an hour long mininum infodump about whatever bird you point out to him. Same goes for him talking about said Francis guy. Or do, it might mean he doesnt kidnap one of us so he can ramble as much as he wants again.

'N thats all of us! Hoping for some asks or the like soon

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Hello! Hi! Mod Epi here! First ever RP blog of mine and its all my TF2 loadouts. Asks will be answered weekly, though any mod updates will go under the #Epi's Announcements tag and all of me talking will be in blue, because why not. Also me talking will go under #Epi's deranged rambles and any asks for me will go under #Epi talks to the voices

Other tags include:

#Firebug answers - questions that Firebug answers

#Reese answers - questions that Reese answers

#René answers - questions that René answers

#Stas answers - questions that Stas answers

#Archie answers - questions that Archie answers

#John answers - questions that John answers

#Terry answers - questions that Terry answers

#Demobot answers - questions that Demobot answers

#Rafel answers - questions that Rafel answers

#Team talks - one or more of the team talking

#Rafel's bird infodumping - Rafel talking extensively about birds

#Firebug's doodles - Firebug's drawings, usually of bugs

#Team answers - when the entire team answers an ask, usually only applies if 5 or more are asked at once because I want to keep my fingers intact

And there you go, thats all the tags. As of now this blog is fully text-only except for if theres any Firebug doodles, though I'm planning to try grab SFM at some point so I can make some scenes and the like, or I'll just use loadout.tf for it I dont know.

Something else to note is that SOME asks may be a bit on the more suggestive side, which means they will be under the #Askers are horny tag. Which also means yes I will answer suggestive asks if I feel comfortable with them. I will not be prioritising these asks over normal ones.

[beauleifu]

Uh- Mk x Reader Comfort? Like Mk has so much pressure from Sun Wukong that he's became really upset and then they cuddle or something idk, theres barely any mk x readers so RESPECT TO THE MK SIMPS

Of course! And yes, I agree, there should be wayyy more MK x readers I SWEAR

Anywayssss, 1.4k oneshot, hope you enjoy!

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MK X READER

Lego Monkie Kid

Context: You have to cut your shift early due to a rather concerning call from your partner, MK. But don't worry, you're an expert at providing comfort and reassurance when people need it most - although Sun Wukong might have something different in store for him.

TW: None

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It all started while you were at work. Tasks were boring and you'd supplied yourself with mainly packaging the necessities for the staff to put to good use.

It's not like you enjoy working there, not like you want this, but the pay was too tempting (sparkle money sparkle).

With a sigh, you wipe sweat off your brow and continue working. Air conditioning is maxed out at the moment, and yet you still have to keep your arms down so no one catches a glimpse of your damp pits. Neither does the heat help employee performance; your coworkers are even more lazy than usual, slouching around like slugs.

Three more hours, you tell yourself.

Then, you'll be free.

So you bite your lip rather hard and motivate yourself to package the last of the food in little bags.

Until, of course, destiny rings the phone and you rush to answer. Well, you almost do, tempted as you are. But you work in the back, so answering the phone isn't on your itenerary even if you had nothing else to do. Instead, the cashier answers, and you hear their chipper voice from the back where you stand (probably in people's way, but it's not spacious back here to begin with). People walk back and forth, lugging boxes of food for shipment, others balancing plates stuffed with food for the customers in the dining area. You're just here making sure the food is well stocked.

Someone suddenly peeks into the back. I'ts the cashier who'd answered the phone, and the object has yet to leave their hand.

"Y/N?" They call, making you look up. "Someone's on the phone, wants to talk to you."

"Me?" You ask, baffled.

They nod, simply walking over with the phone outstretched.

You glance down at what was once your hands, now gloved and covered in greasy fat from the meat you'd been packaging. "Okay! Just hold on, lemme-" Rather harshly, you yank the plastic gloves off and wash your hands as thoroughly as possible. "Who is it?"

"Uh, MK? That's their name, I guess."

Oh.

Oh!

You blink in surprise, and once your hands are done drying, you quickly take up the phone and unmute it - but not before waving the cashier off. "Thanks. I'll take care of it."

"Is it an emergency?" He asks, leaning against the doorway. "You need to leave?"

"Nah, MK probably just needs help figuring out where I hung up his favorite coat. It did need washing, but I forgot to tell him this morning, so . . ."

With a smile in the cashier's line of sight, you turn around and hold the phone to your ear. "Yello?"

"(Y/N)?"

You smile at the familiar voice of your partner. "Yeah, what's up?"

"Um . . . nothing! I just wanted to make sure you were having fun at work and stuff, also, when do you get off?" He doesn't respond with 'the ceiling' as he usually does, which gives cause for concern. The way his voice is tainted with anxiety doesn't help the worry you suddenly feel, either.

Frowning, you look around to make sure you're alone. "I get off in like, three hours. If you're looking for your coat, it's probably still in the wash, MK."

"No, it's not that . . . Wait - my coat? My orange jacket? You-" MK cuts himself off suddenly. ". . . Ok. Thanks."

"Something wrong?"

"Um. No."

All right, now you know something is bothering MK. For a moment you weigh your options, glancing around as though the walls could answer your questions. "Okay . . . okay. Imma end my shift early."

"W-What?" MK sounds baffled. "Are you sure?"

He sounds so small. So defeated and tired - it makes your heart clench. With a nod of affirmation (even though MK can't possible see it), you head to the front of the store, talking all the while. "Yeah, I wasn't even supposed to work today. Wanna get a movie going at your place? Or you wanna take a walk in the park or something?"

A pause.

You have time to tell your manager your situation while MK thinks of a response.

Thankfully, the dude lets you go with just a warning, so you then head to the cash register to return the phone. MK finally sighs. "Yeah . . . okay. That sounds nice."

You bite your lip. "MK, are you sure you're all right?"

Your partner rewards you with another bout of silence, and you're inclined to wait by the cashier who'd given you the phone. Then, MK clears his throat rather awkwardly, his voice sounding small; "It's just . . . meh. Sun Wukong's been putting me through a lot. Nothing bad! I'm just . . . tired?"

Ah. Brow furrowing thoughtfully, you adapt a deep frown and hum. "Okay. I'm on my way."

You hang up after that, handing the phone to the cashier with a stony expression. Sun Wukong is in danger of being your new rug if your suspicions are confirmed.

"So I was right?" The cashier hums. "I'll see you later."

"Yeah. Good luck."

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"I'm back!"

Your call echoes blankly through MK's apartment as you walk in and shut the door behind you.

Of course, it's not that big in here, so you instantly spot your partner on his bed, swathed in blankets so thick that no part of his body is visible to you. With the remote in one hand and a bowl of popcorn in the other, he searches for a movie to watch.

You can't help but frown at the mess.

To his credit, he isn't around very much anymore. Sun Wukong is practically stealing your boyfriend from you.

Said Monkie Kid glances over the moment you walk inside.

"Oh. That was fast!"

His voice sounds too chipper. With a cautious smile, you saunter over and glance down. There's room for you on the edge of the bed. "Can I sit?"

"Yeah!"

Doing so, you fumble with the hem of your sleeve, trying to come up with a way to weed the truth out of MK.

"So."

His movements pause. "Sooo . . ."

"Sun Wukong running you harder than Pigsy did during rush hour last Friday?" You start, smiling at the memory. MK was literally a blur, had to chug at least three Red Bulls to keep his body at functioning level. There was no time for distractions, no room for fun, and Mei was actually forced to help. So were you.

People just seem to like noodles specifically on Fridays. They do it on purpose.

MK scoffs. "Not that hard. Not physically, anyways."

"I get another guess, right? Is he pressuring you too much? Telling you the fate of the world rests in your hands? Like one mistake can send you over the edge of oblivion with no more people to serve noodles to?"

"That's kinda specific, but you're not wrong?"

You grin. MK's the type to fall under the fear of failure. "Knew it! Don't you worry, 'ol Monkey King will perish under my glorious lecture about treating my effing boyfriend right."

MK offers a sheepish smile, extending the blanket to encompass your frame as well. "Awww! You're sweet, buuuuut he won't listen."

"I'll poison his peaches."

"What peaches??"

"I'll stuff rocks under his pillow and schedule a meeting with his lawyer."

Your partner laughs at that, and the sound brings relief to your chest. The Monkie Kid then - after selecting a movie to watch - takes a mouthful of popcorn and devours it. "I'll totally help you as long as I can go incognito."

"Brooo, coward much? Face your mentor like a man!"

"I AM a man!"

Snorting in amusement, you wrap your arms around MK in a fierce cuddle. "Ok, I wasn't actually serious. Popcorn?"

"Sure." He offers a handful to which you take gingerly. He then buries himself in your shoulder, and you're inclined to rub his back in a soothing gesture. You might be brilliant at lightening the mood with chaotic banter, but MK still seems tired. So you're happy to give him a light squeeze before playing with his hair.

They relax almost instantly after that.

You feel their shoulders experimentally. "Bro, you're tense as heck."

"Sorry . . ."

"No! Don't be," you huff, going back to running your fingers through his hair. "I diagnose you with stress and anxiety, and prescribe you with cuddles. Sound fair?"

MK is fighting a smile. "Totally, babe."

"Aight. Now what movie are we watching? Some cringy sit-com?"

"I . . . actually don't know."

"Sweet."

[vootrunner]

WOE my irken ocs be apon ye (I swear theres more context for all of these guys I just gotta let out my diseases again real quick LOOKIE) ((also please bear in mind most of those little info blurbs were written while extremely tired))

[romanarose]

a 🦶 for your foot thoughts

Fuck it. Why not. For context I read why to much questionable degradation stories and I watch too much porn XD

For those of you who don't know, us Moon Knight writers are being terrorized by an anon request foot fetish thots, so I have given in and used this as an excuse for the uuuhhhhh foot fetish I absolutely don't have. Well, let's put it this way.

Me: Is it a foot fetish? Or is it an Oscar Isaac fetish?

My best friend El: That's between you and god

for more foot thoughts and context, visit @melodygatesauthor

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Jake Lockley x Fem!reader

Warnings: foot fetish, boot fetish, leather fetish oh my. Pet play? Idk but theres a collar and lease and he calls her perra. begging, degredation.

Mi Amor: *Sent image*

Mi Amor: *Sent image*

Jakey <3: Carino, what are you doing?

Mi Amor: *Sent video*

Jakey <3: I don't remember telling you that you could use that toy while I was gone.

Mi Amor: But I miss you :(

Mi Amor: *Sent Video*

Jakey <3: Last fucking chance.

Mi Amor: *Sent video*

Jakey <3: I'll be home in ten minutes, be ready how I like you, or I swear to god I'm going to make this way worse for you, you fucking brat.

Mi Amir: Yes Daddy <3

You smile, knowing your little game worked. You wanted Jake home, and now he was coming, and he was going to punish you just the way you like. You strip naked, putting on your favorite collar and leash and kneel on the rug Jake bought specifically for this: nice and soft for you.

When Jake came through the door, however, you think you make have miscalculated a tad. He was borderline disheveled, hat and gloves still on, but the sports coat he wore had been discarded in the living room, tie loosened and hanging off his neck, buttons on his shirt undone as he flung the door open, glaring at you.

"Can't leave you a lone for a few fucking hours without you misbehaving, can I?"

"I missed you" You pout, and see the slightest flicker of a smile on his face; no matter the games you two played, he adored you, and loved knowing you missed him.

"You think I don't miss you? Doesn't mean you can break the rules, perra." He snaps his fingers, and like an obedient dog you get on your hands and knees, taking the leash handle in your mouth, and crawl over to where he knelt on one knee, before slapping you and grabbing your chin tightly. "So it seems you can follow orders, you just choose not too."

The anticipation and heat that had been building inside you was culminating into slick between your thighs. "I'm sorry, sir."

Jake slipped a leather-gloved hand up in you, and despite the clothes, he could tell how wet you were by how easily his hand glided along your skin. "So fucking wet, you think I'm going to fuck you? Is that what you want?"

"Yes sir"

"Then it wouldn't be much a punishment, would it?" Jake spoke with an evil smile on his face.

Your eyes widen, he wouldn't actually not fuck you... would he? "Jake, please..." You whine, crawling up closer to him, your slicked-up core rubbing against the leather of his boot. "Jake please? I'll be good, I promise!" You sound pathetic, so cock-starved and desperate. "I won't do it again, please? I'm sorry."

Jake seemed to be considering his next course of action, so you try your best to look as innocent as possible in hopes he shows a bit of mercy. He can fuck you however he wants, as long as he fucks you. Standing up, he holds the leash taught, the collar tight around your throat, but you knew better than to stand unless he told you or tugged twice. He had you trained.

"Here's what you're going to do, you're going to get yourself off riding my boot." You must've looked confused, because he reiterated. "You're going to spread your legs over my boot, and hump it like the dirty bitch in heat you are, and if you can get yourself off, then the real punishment begins" Jakes leans in to whisper "The kind that you like."

You are hesitant, but confident in knowing you can always use the safe word if the play is too much (or if you just really, really need to get dicked down) and knowing Jake will always take care of you and your needs, you do as he asks, a light shutter as you feel your pussy lips settle over the cool leather. "Jake?" You ask, unsure if you're doing it right.

"Just like that, Preciosa." Jake encourages, pulling the leash so that your body was flush against his leg.

You begin riding, the stimulation on your clit and knowing how fucking dirty this was worked you up quickly, grinding and humping away as you briefly wondered if cum ruined leather. Jake didn't seem to care right now. You wrap your arms around his leg, and keep begging as you do as he asked, voice growing breathless under him. "Please Jake, please fuck me, I'll be a good girl for you, I'll be everything you need, I just want you inside me. Please, daddy, please?"

Jake shoved two gloved fingers in your mouth, allowing you to suck to satisfy your oral fixation, your head bobbing along with your lowers bodies actions and christ, he could feel you moaning around him.

"You like this, don't you? You like being treated like a dirty whore who had to beg just to get a dick in her? Rutting against me because she can't control herself, she'll take what she can get, even if it's just my boot?"

You a cry, Jake feels you bite down on his gloves as you come, soating his boots in your juices, desperately clinging to him. He pulls out his fingers, and weakly, you continue begging. "Please, sir, I'll be good."

Taking mercy, Jake leaned down kissed you, taking off his gloves to feel your soft skin. "Good girl, doing as I asked. You think you can keep behaving?"

You look up at him, eyes soft and pleading. "Yes, I'll be good for you daddy, wanna be your good girl."

He smiled, but it was not soft, it was the smile he gave when he was toying with you. "Let's put that to the test, shall we?"

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Now foot anon! This must end, or I STG we're all gonna turn ff our anon! Come back next month or something XD

tagging the others who have been on the run.

@my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @welcometostayingawake @melodygatesauthor @campingwiththecharmings @jake-g-lockley

[raveneira]

Ugh...are ppl really this dumb?

Warning: Anti KawaSumi/BoruSara post, dont like dont read.

Are idiots really believing Sumire is gonna pretend to like Kawaki because of the omnipotence bs? let alone that she might actually start to like Kawaki while pretending? gah yall are delusional...the same ppl who claim to like her character dont even understand her character at all if you believe that bullshit.

Wtf sense does that even make? just because Kawaki swapped lives with Boruto doesnt mean they literally swapped everything about them even down to their romantic feelings, theres no telling how much of their memories are altered, that remains to be seen since we’ve only got a glimpse through Sasuke but that doesnt account for everyone else.

But lets say it is a complete swap and everything that applied to Boruto now applies to Kawaki, wtf does that have to do with Kawaki? HE knows her feelings arent for him so whats your point? if anything Sumire pretending to like him will just piss him off cuz 

1 he knows she doesnt actually like him and 

2 because hes not fkin interested

Plus despite popular belief, Sumire is not a good actress when it comes to hiding her feelings [literally everyone knows despite her attempts at hiding it], she is always sweating and nervous af, Kawaki would see right through her if she tried to play the 'Kawaki-kun' card because you cant fake romantic feelings [in the Narutoverse, Sakura tried and everyone saw right through it even the ppl who werent in on it] so he'd catch on that shes fakin it regardless.

You cannot fake this, she cannot look at Kawaki and pretend to feel the same love and gratitude that she had for Boruto and be convincing she just cant, because everytime shes looked at Kawaki since finding out he killed Boruto she has been nothing but scared and nervous around him.

Now that he has everyone out to kill Boruto, do you honestly think shes gonna be able to look Kawaki in the eye like she loves him when she couldnt even look at him before without getting ptsd flashbacks? get tf outta here man.

If anything I see Sarada being able to fake it more than her, she never feared Kawaki nor Boruto so she’d be able to look him dead in the eye without flinching if she had to, but we all know this writings not that generous.

Shes better off just not even trying to fake that, its not like Sumire acted that much different around Boruto than she normally did so she could just be casual with Kawaki and nothing will look off, and if by some very VERY unlikely chance, Kawaki asks her if she likes him just to see the full extent of Adas control, its not like she would just confess that she does cuz she hasnt even confessed to Boruto yet, that and she told Kawaki to keep it a secret, so if she fked up and said yes to try and 'pretend' shes inlove with him, Kawaki would have to be stupid af not to know shes unaffected and playin him.

Sarada pretending to like Kawaki is even more unlikely than Sumire since she never had feelings for Boruto from the get go [not confirmed ones anyway] so if she truly did have feelings for him then now would be the time to reveal it because if Sumire feels like she has to 'pretend' to like Kawaki to not expose shes unaffected by Ada who, as these fools claim, KNOWS Sumire and Sarada love Boruto, then Sarada would have to pretend too.

So now would be the best time to confirm it once and for all, lets say Sumire pretends but Sarada doesnt, Ada should get suspicious and ask something along the lines of 'whats the matter? I thought you liked him too?' of course it depends on the context of the conversation but you get the point, she'd question why Sumire is reacting while Sarada isnt, which would confirm Ada did indeed see that Sarada has romantic feelings for Boruto.

But if they dont do that and continue to leave it up in the air, then Im gonna laugh cuz these bozos swear they winnin when they keep bein left in limbo just like everyone else, which for the ‘main couple’ and the ‘obvious endgame’ is highly suspicious, Naruto was able to make Sakura and Hinatas feelings known so why not Sarada? literally nothing changes if they do, so to keep leaving it up in the air when it doesnt need to be is legitimate cause for question because why NOT confirm her feelings? it doesnt ruin the suspense because we’d still have to wait to see how Boruto feels so why not just confirm Sarada’s side already? thats the part yall dont wanna talk about because yall know its suspicious, so you brush it off with ‘well they dont need to cuz its obvious’ or ‘Mitsuki/Ada already confirmed it′ when they are the LEAST reliable ppl to go to for romantic confirmation.

In fact, I’d say the fact that those are your biggest and only real go tos for proof her feelings are confirmed actually makes BoruSara look that much more flimsy because these are your sources.

If those are your sources for proof then those are some sorry excuses for hard evidence.

Anyway this isnt about BoruSara as much as it is about the delusion theory that Sumire is actually gonna try to pretend to like Kawaki, let alone be successful, or even more ridiculous, actually fall for him in the process.

The notion of Sarada pretending too is even more ridiculous, but if she does then atleast yall will finally have some actual hard evidence that she does infact like Boruto, but if not then keep relying on these half assed sources from ppl who dont even understand their own feelings, but you think they can clearly understand someone elses.

This headcanon of yalls isnt a legitimate theory based on any canon fact other than ‘their lives are switched so she has to fake liking him’, its just a last ditch hope to keep an ACTUAL dead ship alive because yes, ksu really is dead but this aint the post for that convo.

Whether or not KawaSara is dead [because I know yall gonna bring it up] depends entirely on how the timeskip kicks off, but ksu died before the timeskip even started but again thats a topic for another day.

If Im wrong Im wrong but I’ve been right so far in regards to Sumire and Kawakis relationship so I dont doubt Im gonna be right again because SOMEHOW me, a non fan, understands Sumire better than alot of her supposed ‘fans’

[teasinterests]

Because i’m bored.. here’s a list of pairings / ships I enjoy!

I definitely plan to write for most if not all of these sometime!

( beware I have the most.. cracked ships ever.. )

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- TatsuHime: This is a given.. I love them. HiMERU being all grumpy & hateful towards Tatsumi, just to eventually begin falling for him. Whilst Tatsumi deeply admires HiMERU, and believes to have admired him for a long time. Although this pairing is pretty messed up, I love it. 🥹 I cannot put into words how much I wanna go OFF about these two..

- KanaTatsu: No, not Kanata.. KanaME! I HAAARD hc that Kaname was Tatsumi’s first ever crush after entering public school. Same going for Kaname.. Kaname is so… (deep inhale..) I literally cannot fit how I feel about him in 1 paragraph but hoo boy.. these two are so in love..

- TatsuEi: I fucking ADORE these two together. I have a whole headcanon about what happened n shit during Tatsumi’s hospitalization, and how he ended up just?? Dropping off the face of the earth?! He canonly met Eichi during his (what I assume to be) first hospitalization as a highschooler. ( if you don’t know, Tatsumi was hospitalized twice during his period at Reimei. ) I have so so many ideas & hcs for these two I genuinely love them sm..

- Watatsu: Rubbing my hands together.. yes.. Wataru & Tatsumi.. this is actually such a crack ship based on some rps I had with a friend.. and I genuinely enjoy them? Just pure fun, and someone who is willing to give attention, patience, and care for Tatsumi. It’s just something he genuinely needs, and they’re very adorable together..

- Watatsuei: …. do I need to explain this? Just the 3 of them. Together… chefs kiss 😌

- TatsuRei: …. Priest x Vampire trope. That’s all i’m saying.

- TatsuMayoi: Shockingly!! I’m not suuper huge on TatsuMayoi but I do think they can be pretty cute at times. I don’t have a huge input on them, since they’re truthfully over shadowed by my other interests.. sorry Mayoi.. 😭

- TatsuMama: …. Slowly turns to the camera.. hear me out, ok? Hear me out!!!! Mama, right?! And also.. Papa Tatsu?! Come on.. they could be so soft n cute I swear…

- TatsuRinne: Idek how to explain this one.. this is just so catered towards me & the fact that I love Rinne & also Tatsu. I do love the fact that Tatsumi was one of the first people to psychoanalyze Rinne since Tatsumi just relates to him on a certain level. I can also dump my hcs abt these two as well bc.. sighs.. 💕

( ok enough Tatsu im sorry 🥹 )

- Wataei: This ones pretty obvious!! I love them, and their development of a relationship.. they have to be canon. Theres just no way..? Eichi is in need of someone who cares for him, and loves him, and Wataru is his newfound bluebird of happiness. 💙

- ReiChi: I actually don’t know a whole lot about Rei? Buut I do like this pairing as a duo, they’re funny, and are constantly bickering like children. The sillies!!

- MamaEi: Ok… i’m very much on the fence about this ship bc they HATE each other.. but HiMERU also rlly hates Tatsu so.. yk, enemies to lovers. ☺️❤️

- ChiaEi: Childhood friends.. 1 going 100mph and the other just vibing. They’re so silly, Chiaki definitely nuzzles Eichi so hard his hair gets poofy from static electricity. 🥹

- ChiaKuro: Theyre so… OINGY BOINGY!! The mippys.. honestly I love these two also.. I don’t have a huge opinion or analysis on them, but the fanart I see and context alone is so cute. Chiaki & Kuro are genuinely close, and its another instance where Kuro’s just vibing and Chiaki is bouncing off the walls at all times.

- ChiaKaoru: These two are so soft.. and.. once again.. another take of Kaoru just vibing and Chiaki running all over the room. Chiaki just needs a babysitter really. 😌

- MamaRei: I’ve never seen anyone mention this ship before..? I feel like they could have some chemistry, esp since Rei is always reaching out to Mama for assistance. Though Mama knows not to consistently rely on Rei. Their bond is so vague to me though I only partly know their story, but the idea of them together is cute…

- MamaLeo: Bruh… these two? Are so very cute. I also think their relationship is a bit sad in a way? Mama’s whole deal is sad, I think any relationship with him could be angsty, but the fact that Mama is more out of tune than Leo just says something there. Seeing Leo so confused and concerned over Mama is just.. 🥹 Not to mention Leo is one of the few people that id genuinely close with Mama. He loves and wants to protect Leo as much as he possibly can..

- RinHime: Sighhh.. Rinne & HiMERU.. bats my eyes.. these two would fight to the death if they could. Though I think Rinne would ultimately win, I think HiMERU could put up a decent fight as well. These two are just aggressive on aggressive and would constantly pick on each other. Though behind closed doors and in a relationship? I can definitely see Rinne cuddling up to HiMERU while he gently pets Rinne’s hair.. I fucking LOVE Rinne & HiMERU 🥹🥹

- HiiAi: My sons, my children.. as a TatsuP I have to love my babies. Hiiro & Aira are absolutely adorable together. I just wanna skimsh their faces.. 🥹

- AiHaku: THESE TWO?! Adorable… Literally online friends meeting irl?! They date.. my lil skimpys.. 🥹🥹

- NaruMika: So.. I will never write anything with Valkyrie as a heads up.. BUT I do very much like this ship. Arashi is so caring & loving towards Mika, and Mika returns those feelings just as much and.. wah.. they’re so so soft…

- NatsuMugi: I don’t have a HUGE opinion on these two as I do like them but they’re not a big fav fav.. tho their interactions are very funny together

- IbaYuzu: These two need to like, be put in a room with pillows and fight each other. They’re so funny idek how to describe this ship off the bat..

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Ok I think thats just about my list for now.. it’s quite repetitive since I hyperfixate on my favorite characters the most.. but theres also some characters that I also like and just don’t have any ships for them yet! ✨

In addition.. just because a ship isn’t on here doesn’t mean i’d be opposed to writing it! Just as long as it’s age appropriate!! ❤️

[magnoliamyrrh]

its also one of those things that makes me sadder for the way humanity has been and is. i know it might sound childish or oversimplified like yea obvs there's more to The Horrors than this, but humans wanting to think were all soooo separate and sooo different and weve got nothing to do w each other is part of so much justification for ethnic and national and tribal conflict since forever. its a way for us to dehumanize each other so that we wont feel empathy and sympathy and care anymore and be willing to do horrible shit to each other.... and the things we do have in common - even if we have them in common from complicated histories, we turn against each other. ie fuck u turk the greeks invented baklava not u fuck u greek the turks invented bakalava fuck u actually it was afghanistan actually fuck u it was iran and you're all doing it wrong anyway >:( ie. ancient cultural appropriation discourse lmao. and its such a pity :( like man. cant we rather look at the things we have in common and let them bring us together and try to appreciate the differences? cant we please learn from each other? cant we please act like this is a cooking meeting where everyone brings from their own knowledge and we put it all together and see what we can do? cant we all admit how fucked and complicated history is, how almost noone has clean hands? but cant we try to wash each others hands maybe, wash them together and cook something nice?.... like :( common now. all the endless tribalism since damn near forever, but the vast majority of the world is mixed if u go back far enough (or not even that far) with the exception of some more isolated ppl, which are still mixed at some point and came from somewhere. the world has never been as divided as segmented as ppl wanna say it is

like bro. isnt it cool how you can see motifs on folk clothes and tools spread across vast areas of the world which clearly have the same origin? isnt it cool that after groups separate, thousands of years later you can still tell theres dances, songs, cultural personalities, bits of religion which clearly originated in the same place? isnt it beautiful how i swear to god, you can still see the way pre-migration african traditions have somehow remained, though changed? how the languages we speak so often trace back to common ancient roots? how really, every language we all speak originates wayy back from what was likely a small number of languages before we started spreading, aint that crazy? how every last one of our cultures is interconnected at some point?. like common, we all came from the same place. like we all came from the same people once upon a time, and there werent that many of us. i dont care if it was a long time ago, in a historical context it actually wasnt that long ago, and u can still see it if u look close enough, and even if we say humans dont have ancestral memory, which i personally think we do like all animals, at least symbolically, it matters. there was a time when there were less divisors between us on this earth.... and i rly do think the quran says it beautifully, we created you from a single pair of a male and a female, and made you into nations and tribes, that ye may know each other (not that ye may despise each other. take it metaphorically or literally or a combination, but we did all come from the same ppl and now we are many, and how nice it would be if we saw the beauty in that instead of... what we actually do

[dorkousloris]

okay i swear last wip- this is basically the last page and theres no context here other than that yes its neets being tomato <3

[chengfagshi]

https://www.tumblr.com/ah-gan/747918442327375872/

yes i saw it! this ending screams shoujo vibes! to say that theres absolutely no little romantic implication is to be in the deepest denial lol

plus i can confirm that sebastian deflowers him i was there. also ngl im really tempted to show the art with the almost kiss to my therapist without any context and ask her what she thinks. im sure her answer will be interesting 👀

Omg do it plz.

Also some official arts of Dadbastian and his son (totally not in a romantic way I swear. I'm not a freak *sweats*)

[arlecchno]

laughs in currently on summer break ,,,,,,

speaking of that tho , ive been busying myself by playing video games so much LMAO me and my silly visual novel names ( because im too lazy to play anything that needs me to put actual effort into it hahahhahahaha - )

SO THE STORY RIGHT - its a think me and my friend have been workin on since like the end of 2021 n its like set in a royal fantasy like au , fantasy monsters are something that havent been brought up in the discussion but we have cool magic stuff LOL . the most stuff thats defined is the very basic plot idea , the MCs r named Ashe Najimek ( prince , any pronouns ) , Rin Vasilios ( princess , she/her ) , and Kiole Soubaki ( king , he/him ) . dont question ANY of these last names because najimeks is just a keyboard smash and the rest were chosen by my friend they have no significant whatsoever LOL . aaaanyways , rin and ashe are basically from this mainland where all the kingdoms are secretly feuding with eachother but in order to maintain peace for the citizens they wont start an actual war . basically its every kingdom for themselves except for their silly trading systems . ashe and rins kingdoms are like at eachothers throats now since ashe and rin were born with the most magical power their lands have ever seen and its that trope where “child gets born into power and parents use them for own benefit causing child to rebel” yada yada but WUH OH WHATS THAT IS THAT 🫢🫢😨😱 GASP ANGST ?!?????!???? yeah lets go were tormenting our characters today baby ‼️‼️ the full book will go into the struggles of rin and ashe and how they end up as a result of how they take their circumstances . and how they become friends bc of those circumstances . lovely friendship . oh and theres two others that are their guards . Sio and Erza Eztli . theyre twins n stuff . THEY WILL GET DEVELOPMENT TOO WE JUST SHANT SPEAK OF IT NOW . im planning to make them long lost siblings tho lmao ! omg ive gone on such a long rant and i still havent talked about kiole . anyways so kiole is the token mentor character which i will not go into detail because SPOILERS MAYBE . he rules the edgy edgy kingdom of DEATH AND DARKNESS and all the other kingdoms have kinda outcasted his so nobody knows the fucker outside of whispers from the shadowed souls themselves MUAHAHAHAH - ahem anyways .

HERE ARE OUR MCSSS i love them awaaaaaaa

GOSH THO GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR SCHOOL STUFF THAT SOUNDS LIKE SO MUCH BYE 😭😭😭

i also JUST read chapter 5 recently and like …

( for context my friends name / nickname is roof )

ANYWAYS THATS IT FOR NOW CYA LATTEEEERRR !!!!

RAHHHHH HELLO TO YOUUUU!!!! hope you're enjoying your summer break 🫂

AND YOUR STORY TOO!!!!!!! that sounds so interesting already and ROYAL FANTASY AU⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️ SIGN ME TF UP BRO I LIVEEE FOR FANTASY AUS bro you got me hooked with the storyline and characters already and it's still in the works 🤞🤞 their last names are soooo creative too like even if they're a keyboard smash or whatever,,,, still so intriguing like yes sign me up AGAIN!!!! wish my keyboard makes up random and cool last names lmao

THE MCS...... please let me touch their hair i swear they've GOT to have the most silkiest hair in their kingdoms like excuse me let me bow down to them and ask them for tips and tricks 😞🙏

thank you hehe school is.... yeah whatever school's been the same for me but i thrive to live up to the day asphodelus finally ends LOL i need to get that series done before i'm even more burnt out

LMAO YOUR FRIEND'S NICKNAME BEING ROOF IS GOLD 😭 fun fact i was literally like brain dead trying to figure out some bad humour to insert in those lines but somehow ended up with that... (may or may not be a bit of a self insert because i totally don't stare at my own ceiling and wished i was the ceiling instead hahaha definitely haven't.... ever.....)

HOPE YOU'RE DOING WELL THESE DAYS AND I'LL CYA LATER TOOOO💌💌

[hexdsl]

Pattern Recognition (by William Gibson)

Yes, I am aware of Mr Gibson's opus.

This book was published in 2003. William Gibson wrote it (I know, Blowing your mind with FACTS!) The last time I read a new William Gibson novel was about 15 years go. Maybe more. It's odd to me that I don't seek out more of his work considering that Neuromancer is one of my favourite books ever.

I should really to a "Book Club" post about Neuromancer specifically. Also, that gives me an excuse to re-visit it, yet again. I didn't want to wite this and have people only read the opening, then tell me how I should read "The Sprawl" trilogy. I am quite familiar with the author. I "love" at least some of his work and I "like" more. So please don't read this thinking its my first ride.

Today however, we are here to talk about Pattern Recognition...

Words. So many glorious words!

William Gibson knows how to write. Fuck me. He knows how to write. He spins a novel in a way that makes it read like poetry without being so boring as to strive for rhythm. His work reads effortlessly cool. Something about the way he puts the words on the page make you "feel" the places and the moods. He does things that will have you swear he is borderline supernatural. He was good when I read The Sprawl Trilogy but now (this one was published in 2003) he's, well.. Back to "fuck me." He maybe the most elegant writer I have ever clapped eyes on. He climbs inside your damned mind with nothing but mystique and a cool that is uniquely his own.

With all that in mind, it may come as an odd redirect that I didn't really "love" this novel. I adore his writing style and the beats that keep the plot moving but ultimately I didn't give a shit about the actual plot. I was there for my fix of his style not for the resolution of the story. I know, an odd mix of feelings.

Whats it about?

Cayce Pollard (Case, I raised an eyebrow too, there is no connection) is a marketing consultant and hunter of new street fashions and movements. She is framed as being somewhat remarkable at what she does.

She lost her father in the 9/11 attack. And I do mean "lost" as in, he went missing but is assumed dead however this is a side story and emotional fuel for the character and not a real part of the narratives main thread.

She has an odd allergy like reaction to brand labels and trade marks. It is assumed that this sensitivity aids her in her job. Allowing her to see through the fake and embrace the authentic. Interesting concept that I really liked.

In her personal life she follows a series of web videos known only as "The Footage" that are around 40 seconds long and are uploaded randomly to assorted locations on the web. Remember this was 2003 so there is some period context for all this. The detailed descriptions of her logging on to the web, and using cyder cafés brought back some very nostalgic memories for me.

Eventually she is hired by "Bigend" yes... that name... The owner of a marketing organisation to "find" the "maker" of the footage.

In 2020 we would consider this whole thing an ARG and the puzzle would be solved by reddit in about an hour. But in 2003, it was a different time. The internet did not have the power and reach that it does now. I think in some ways this hurt the story. Gibson had to do things in such off ways where as now he could use GPS, wifi and global mapping to spin a much more intricate tale I think.

She then makes some logical leaps that baffle me a little. Makes some new friends. Has some out of context memories. Goes to japan to get her hair cut, and then to Russia to wait for a reply to an e-mail. Theres more narrative around this in the book. But my summery is quite accurate. I assure you.

Thoughts?

The main plot, searching for the "Maker" is almost an after thought each event on the journey seems almost an after thought. Mostly we bask in the characters perceptual tangents and indulge in the descriptive wonder that Gibson uses constantly. It's incredibly how consistently palatable the writing is given the density and verboseness of it. I would have been just as happy reading William Gibson's diary I think. Imagine how deeply he could make me feel "putting on socks" and "buying a new jacket."

The logical leaps that Cayce maker though are a little strange to say the least. At one point she really does go to Russia on the off chance some email will turn up and lies to her employer, who is an unexpectedly nice bloke, even though Cayce is convinced otherwise.

If any other writer had led me on such an ultimately pointless journey I would have thrown my Kindle at the wall and tried to forget how to read.

Also the obsessive mentioning of "Buzz Rickson" Jackets drove me mad. For a character who is obsessed with avoiding labels she banged on about her jacket like it was product placement. It actually may have been given that Rickson have a "William Gibson series" of jackets. Yeah. That rubbed me up the wrong way.

So should I read it?

If you have never read Gibson's work, start with Neuromancer. It has it all. Its just THAT good.

If you have already drank from the well of Gibson, and liked it. Yes. Read this. As I said. I loved the journey even though the points along the way fell flat for me.

Closing thoughts sir?

Gibson's effortless cool and affinity for the digital makes me wonder why he doesn't go way more sci-fi than this. It's ultimately a mystery novel with a lot of technology. I want him to dig deep into the future and show me something wonderful.

I won't be reading the next in this series but I had a wonderful time with this little dip.

[pauvre-lola]

hesmeline wearing astarion’s weird puffy shirt ( WHAT IS IT ??? ) let’s go girls