#I don't care if the rest of the show is hot garbage this makes up for it

[partywithponies]

I was promised a stupid and cheesy show, no-one said anything an intro that slaps this hard!

#this is so good I'm sorry #I don't care if the rest of the show is hot garbage this makes up for it

[hanako-san]

I will immediately point out that her 15 year old age and her personality traits like being "naive" or "crazy about boys/stupidity" is not exempt from her responsibility for her actions. Amane is 13 years old and knows what he's doing and has consequences for his actions, which cannot be said for 15-year-old Nene, where her main consequences are her wishes, but the rest is presented to be "funny" AidaIro will justify her actions in a moment. And no one is care in the manga what she's doing and ,they is kept silent. I'm not going to keep silent, there is no excuse for her actions in this case. The age of 15 is not a pass for everything and she should see some behavior that she shouldn't do, but it doesn't stop her.

I won't say her name because she doesn't deserve it, she's garbage to me and I deeply despise her. She's ugly daikon

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Hmm...

oh? Really?

ugly daikon stares at him, blushing slightly as she watches his every move

then-

Hmmm...... on festival.... Are you talking about the festival where you did something like that?

and she wants to be cheeky to confess her feelings for him? Shut up you ugly daikon, you used to say so beautiful, but you turned out to be a disgusting and terrible person.

At this point, you are garbage to me, zero, worth nothing, like your confession. You are a disgusting and horrible person ready to cheat with 1 better "hot" boy,i feel i get more angry when she does it uncontrollably with Amane, she's brazen enough to dothis things next to him.

Your eyes desire and admiration is also for other boys. next to your boyfriend. You're an ugly person, you may have a cute appearance, but your personality is nasty, your whole inside is nasty and disgusting and I really don't care that you're 15, even at this age you should know that you shouldn't act like that in front of others anymore "hot" "boys, because you're finally in a relationship, but you don't appreciate it and you don't appreciate your own boyfriend. Her eyes should be on Amane at this point, not on the other "hot guys" calling "beautiful" in the original English version and dbs-scans "amazing" teru, and nothing really explains it at this point. Thank you AidaIro, for confirming me in this, that ugly daikon is ready to betray 1 "hot" guy.

And really AidaIro did what I feared that being in a relationship with him she will still be weak to "hot" guys and she did it and I hate her even more than before, at this point whatever she does for Amane is worth nothing to me,trash, forced by AidaIro to show her in a better light, and her confession will be shit like her whole person. It means nothing, how she behaved in the festival arc shows that she still can't go on, ignores the feelings of the person who "supposedly" loves and said that she "changed" at the beginning of the series, I don't see any change. You are nothing and will remain so in my eyes. You don't deserve what you got. A truly ugly daikon deserves more suffering and more karma.

Reverse the situation and Amane who always had this "perverted side" as a Hanako and looks at other girls and admires them, not caring about the ugly daikon's feelings saying they are "beautiful/amazing", how would shefeel then? 100% she would be pissed, cry and say she hates him,hurt and Kou was already 1 person who pays attention to him but she did ugly daikon Amane doesn't look angry and Kou and no one else pays her attention to her disgusting behavior,with Kou. In the 1st scene, if her eyes were directed at the juice, don't be ridiculous AidaIro, she loves to make such hearts to other "hot" guys, don't justify her in this simple and pathetic way. shesh,what's more, in the next scenewith teru. Amane looks like it doesn't hurt him, and she is happy, which only gives her allow, because "she is like that". Yes, AidaIro made a growing woman who is ready to cheat, but that's okay. This is how Aida Iro shows it without reprimanding her for her behavior. This is really unfair.

She ignored her own boyfriend's feelings, her boyfriend himself knowing that Amane was afraid of Teru, which he showed, but of course it didn't stop her from admiring how "gorgeous" he was when the panicked and scared boy hid. It's to her own boyfriend she should go, but don't ignore his feelings, his behavior, don't support him because you're so weak for "hot guys" that you can ignore and don't care about your own boyfriend by treating him really bad and it only shows how you feel about him him. Ugly daikon doesn't respect Amane and it really shows.

What else I find cheeky and unfeeling on her part is that she knows Teru hates her boyfriend and wanted to kill him but she stopped him and he wanted to use her to kill Hanako, her personally but she still does things like that to him ! She forgave him because he's so hot and Amane deserved it. You're a shitty person and I can say that over and over again.

This poor boy was ready for next grave sin and stood up to the person he is afraid of. He did it all for her and for her love, and she repays him by treating him very badly, he is not important to her, he and his feelings. It pushes it into the background for people like Teru and others.

I wanted to give her a chance and saw the potential, but right now she's a nothing to me, a shitty person, and garbage + she facked up and nothing has change in her. She acting much worse than before.

#jibaku shounen hanako kun #toilet bound hanako kun #hanako kun #yugi amane #amane yugi #yashiro nene #my jshk post #ona zachowuje się jak szon #i am very disappointed her

[adamwatchesmovies]

Tomcats (2001)

Tomcats is a sex comedy so aggressively misogynist, so unfunny, and so inept it will make you want to chemically castrate yourself with molten lava. It’s an extreme statement but your hatred towards this film will be extreme. Anything you can do to dissociate yourself from this wretched excuse for entertainment isn’t enough.

As another member of the gang gets married, the remaining bachelors make a pact to stay single forever. To make their pledge more interesting, everyone in attendance agrees to throw money in a fund every year, with the last “tomcat” taking the whole thing. Years later, when Michael (Jerry O’Connell) becomes indepted to pit boss Carlos (Bill Maher, who adds another reason to hate him by appearing in this film), he desperately needs cash. He makes it his mission to get Kyle (Jake Busey) to fall in love with the one woman he came closest to caring for, Natalie (Shannon Elizabeth).

At least writer/director Gregory Poirier lays his cards on the table right away. This is American Pie if ALL of the characters were Stiffler after spending a decade inside the world of Porky’s and then 10 times less funny. To the men in this film, women are not potential partners or lovers and friendship is out of the question. If you have a pair of breasts and you’re attractive, you’re another target. If you’re old or overweight, you’re garbage. Nothing could be worse than telling a woman “I love you” or spending the rest of your life in a monogamous relationship.

Assuming you can get past the rampant hatred for women that stinks up the entire running time, you’re in for a ridiculous and convoluted premise. In a bid to impress a woman who “only pays attention to high rollers”, Michael blows over $50,000 dollars on the casino floor in one night. I say if he’s that stupid, let him get dumped in the ocean with cement shoes. He’s too dumb to live. Instead, he’s given one chance to save his life by setting up his “friend” in a fake marriage to a woman who hates him. Granted, said friend took Natalie's virginity and threw her away like a proposition to allow women the right to vote, so you don't feel bad for him. Turns out Natalie is a vengeful undercover police officer and she’s more than willing to use the precinct’s ressources to spy on a civilian. Plus, she'll get paid, so that's great but uh oh! The more time she and Michael spend together, the more they realize they have things in common… What could happen next?

The plot is as predictable as it gets and since there is no character development or relationships to be fleshed out, the running time is padded with gags so lame they’ll make you beg for death. When Natalie hints to Michael that she may be falling for Kyle, he becomes furious. In retaliation, he decides he’ll sleep with the next woman he sees (it’s that easy, don’t you know?). First one’s a fatty so he meant the first HOT woman he sees. It’s a demure librarian. I’ll give you three guesses what happens when she brings him home. It’s awful, but not as awful as the gag in which Michael has to chase down a runaway testicle in the hospital (really) or the running joke in which Michael and Kyle’s mutual friend, Steve (Horatio Sanz) thinks his beautiful wife, Tricia (Jaime Pressly) is cheating on him with another woman. She is and he would be mad about it but when he gets invited to join the in the bedroom, all of his anger and anxieties go away.

The performances from the leads aren’t the worst you’ve seen. Or maybe they just seem decent compared to Jaime Pressly, who is so awful you swear they sculpted her out of pine and dragged her on set. Your jaw drops but you pick it up quickly out of fear that some bodily fluid will fly out of the screen and into your mouth. This is the one area where the film kind of shows restraint. Aside from a fake-look lactating breast shown during a horrifying fantasy sequence, there isn’t any nudity in this movie… until the end credits when we see a bunch of outtakes, none of which are any funnier than the actual movie.

If all of these flaws weren’t enough, the direction is aw-ful. Gregory Poirier transitions from scene to scene like an amateur. You know those transitions you find in Microsoft Powerpoint? The one where the screen spins on itself, the checkerboard cross, the zig-zag cross, and the circle wipe? all are used without a dash of irony. The budding “romance” between Natalie and Michael isn’t the least bit convincing because a) the actors have no chemistry whatsoever and b) their dialogue is never romantic or realistic. Constantly, your eyes will dart towards the clock on your player. Has it really only been an hour? We’ve got how many more minutes to go?

I haven’t hated a movie as much as I hated Tomcats in a while. It’s hard to imagine ANYONE watching the film and having a good time unless they were one of those “bros before hoes” idiots… and even then, they wouldn’t be able to relate to this film’s ending so that’s a no-go for those chowderheads either. I can’t wait to forget I ever saw this abomination. (On VHS, May 9, 2021)

#tomcats #movies #films #movie reviews #film reviews #gregory poirier #jerry o'connell #shannon elizabeth #jake busey #horatio sanz #jaime pressly #2001 movies #2001 films

[late-to-the-magnus-archives]

This Dark Thing That Sleeps In Me - a Magnus Archives AU, Chapter Seven

This is a DARK AU; it is not a kid-fic, though Jon is young. Bittersweet ending ahead.

Spoilers for the whole show, though this is very much an alternate universe.

“Have you been to Oliver’s mountain?”

“No. Hey, Marto, how come the Eye didn’t choose this guy?”

“Wish I knew.”

It didn’t feel particularly good to hear that. Jon was beginning to dislike being a mystery.

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Art by @iiiumihottie

Nobody answered Tim.

“So,” Mike said into the silence. “Is it always this exciting in the grand ol’ tower?”

“No, it is not,” said Sasha. “Is everyone all right?”

Some murmurs of assent.

Not from Jon. He knew what he’d been promised. Felt it deep inside, maybe in his soul. Answers. To everything. He kept swallowing, producing saliva as though hungry.

“Jon, are you all right?” said Sasha.

“Is he all right?” huffed Tim. "What about the rest of us?"

“I’m fine,” said Jon, who was still visibly shaking. “Can we go see everything? He said I could see everything.”

“First, let’s… okay. Martin, can you grab him some clothes, since Tim didn’t get the chance? I’ll get him fed and washed.”

“Thanks, Sash,” Martin said, and left.

Mike stayed. No one had expected Mike to stay. 

“Hellooooo?” said Tim, as though Mike had forgotten.

“So what’s the deal with you three?" said Mike. "Is it open, or closed?"

“Not the time, Skyboy,” said Tim. 

“Here,” said Sasha, and handed Jon a plate.

Food. Chicken? Some meat chopped up small and a bunch of vegetables he didn’t recognize and—

He groaned, mouth stuffed. He’d never had anything so good at Amherst’s place.

“Slow down,” said Tim, slowly. “Geez.”

“Who was taking care of you?” says Sasha. 

“No one,” Jon says around another mouthful. “I took care of myself.”

“So you were… what, eating garbage?” said Tim.

“No,” huffed Jon, and scraped his plate clean. “I was trading.”

“Trading what?” said Tim.

Jon shrugged. “Needful things. I’d wash dirty dishes, or organize shelves.”

Tim started laughing. “Are you serious? They’d come downstairs in the morning, be… what, out some bread, or something, and find their kitchen redone?”

Jon slowly went red. “I’m not a thief. I traded. Without… telling anybody. It still counted!”

“Oh, my gods,” said Tim. “I love you. I want one. Hey! Martin! Dibs when you’re done!”

Martin stepped back in. “We are not doing dibs.” He’d changed. Impossibly fast, it seemed, but he was clean, his hair wet and slicked back, and his clothing swapped out for dry things. Gone were the velvety blacks; he’d gone into greens now, with an elaborately embroidered vest and a bright red cravat. “Here.”

Jon took the bundle of clothes.

“Shower,” Sasha pointed.

Jon obediently went to the corner shower to clean up.

He could hear them while he did. The conversation was odd, but… intimate.

“You are so pale,” said Sasha. “Drink.”

“No, I’ve taken too much from you lately already,” Martin said.

“Well, I’m not pale and bloodless yet,” said Tim.

“Guys,” Martin said. “I can’t. I’ve been greedy, and now I’m paying for it.”

There was a pause. Jon had no clue what they were doing over there.

“Nice,” said Martin, breathless after a moment, “but still no.”

“I’m here,” said Mike.

Silence.

“What? My blood works.”

“It does,” said Martin. “Well?”

“It’s up to you,” said Tim. “I mean. Your mouth going on him.”

“I’d return the favor,” said Mike.

"Wow," said Martin. "Right in front of everybody."

"If that's your thing," said Mike.

Martin laughed. "You're hopeless."

“Let me at least test him. Make sure he’s clean,” said Sasha.

“Do whatever,” said Mike. “So you gonna take the kid and gonna explore? I’m staying here.”

“Why?” said Martin. “My friends are… we…”

“I want to get to know them,” said Mike.

“You really know what you’re offering, don't you?” said Martin softly.

“Yeah. I do. I know it’s intimate. I know it’s permanent—we’d be tied. I know what I’m offering.”

“Damn,” said Tim as if impressed, and their voices lowered.

Jon missed the rest. The sensation of hot water was so glorious that nothing else mattered, anyway.

Martin was safe. Martin was… fed. So Jon could do whatever he had to do. Whatever that meant.

Stay focused.

“Sure, past self,” he muttered to the Answers, and hurried.

#

“Hey, Jon, you cleaned up all right.”

Jon smoothed down his weird new clothes. He’d never worn anything like it—blue velvet, a vest, a tie. He needed help with the tie. He did not like the tie. “Thank you. I’ll pay for this, somehow.”

“You don’t have to. Jonah sort of said you had to stay? That means he has to provide for your needs.”

You do not know this man.

He’d rather not think about Jonah. “I want to see everything.”

Martin sighed. “Everything?”

“Everything. He said I could.”

They all looked at each other.

“Please?” Jon added.

“Sure,” said Martin. “Might as well do it right. We’ll start at the bottom of the place and work our way up.”

“Geez, look at that expression,” said Mike. “Hungry as fuck. How are you not Eye?”

Sasha peered at Jon through the lens of her goggles. “He’s Uncertain, as far as I can tell.”

“Wild,” said Mike, clearly not invested. “So what else are you working on? I want to watch.”

“Do you,” said Sasha.

“I want to watch, too,” whined Tim.

“No, you’re coming with me, I decided,” said Martin. “You know everybody, and that’ll make this easier.”

“Aww,” Tim somehow whined harder. "Fine.

“How are you at taking instruction?” Sasha said to Mike.

Mike’s smile was slow. “Why don’t you find out?” 

Martin looked like he’d much rather stay and watch what happened, but that wasn’t on the table. “Come on, Jon,” he sighed. “We might as well get this over with. Follow me.”

Jon did.

#

“Is this anything like what usually happens when the Fingers come for people who weren’t chosen?” said Jon as they headed for yet another set of stairs, then he tripped again. These shoes were strange, heavy; the toes kept catching on things.

Martin caught him by the arm. 

“Sorry,” mumbled Jon.

“Never wore boots like this, hm?”

“Not since I was little,” said Jon.

“Little. Wow,” Tim deadpanned. “Really long time, then, yeah?”

“It was,” said Jon with full sincerity. “And I don’t think the toes were this pointy.”

“No, they wouldn’t be. That style swung in about a year ago, and has yet to make its graceful exit,” said Martin, and led the way down. 

The whole building, Jon decided, was designed to absorb light. He couldn’t think of another reason for it to be made of black or dark brown stone, with sconces spaced far apart, and nearly all windows just too high to be of use. He hadn’t gotten an answer for his first question. “So is this normal?”

“Not even close,” said Tim behind him. 

“What is normal?”

Martin sighs. “They’re taken to Oliver’s mountain. Don’t know what happens after that. They don’t come back.”

“You don’t know?” said Jon. “I mean, they say they’re sacrificed, so I assume they die, but—”

“You don’t have to sound so disappointed,” said Tim, amused.

“I... I’m sorry.”

Martin glanced at him. “You also don’t have to keep apologizing.”

Jon frowned. “I don’t?”

“Definitely not. We’ll let you know if you do something that requires it.”

“Oh.” And Jon blurted it: “I don’t understand the rules here.”

“Nobody does,” said Tim. “And by the time we learn them, it’s time to die, and then we get to be reborn and have to learn them all over again.”

“You don’t remember them?” said Jon, amazed.

“No.” Martin glanced at him. “Jon, nobody remembers.”

Jon started to say, I do.

His past self said, don’t say it.

Jon closed his mouth.

“What?” said Martin.

“The… the walls are really brown.”

“Dibs," said Tim.

“Quit it,” said Martin.

“Why is it so dark?” said Jon.

“Because the Heart feels contemplation of death is best done without distractions. Thus, outside of Jonah’s area, there is no art, there are no carpets, and there’s no real color except for in people’s personal rooms.”

“But his area’s fancy as anything,” Tim muttered.

“Whose else lives here?” Jon tripped again.

Martin exhaled. “There are representatives of all the Other powers here,” he said. “And most of them are new, but there’s… there’s a core of repeats.”

“A core?”

“Some of us, reborn, are always going to end up here,” said Tim. “Me, Sasha—Martin, until he took this out and just doesn’t die anymore, the jerk.”

“Anyway,” said Martin, stopping at an enormous door at the bottom of the stairs. He took out an enormous ring of keys. “It’s the core group, and then the people the Heart picks.”

“Picks?”

“He’s Aligned dually, himself,” said Tim. “He was Eye first, then End. So anyone who’s Aligned dually like he was, he keeps.”

“Is that good?” said Jon.

“Depends,” said Martin. “Sometimes, sure. He gave me eternal life. He helped Tim. He gave Sasha a real purpose.”

“That’s all good, isn’t it?”

“I’m grateful,” said Martin in a tone Jon could not interpret, and unlocked the door.

A weird smell wafted out—a smell Jon knew. “That’s rot.”

“It is. You ready? You wanted to see everything.”

“I do want to see everything,” Jon confirmed, and walked right in.

#

Jon was very surprised to find Jane Prentiss in the basement. He was even more surprised to find her in chains.

She was even more surprised to see him. “Well, fancy meeting you here,” she said.

Jon stared. “Why are you locked up?”

She sighed. “Lost a duel. Did you get our present?”

“I did! Why did you send it?”

“Little spider told us to.” Jane grinned. She didn’t seem particularly bothered by her chains or being stretched prone on the floor. “Wait. Aren’t you past ten?”

Jon flushed. “Nobody wanted me.”

“Huh.” She stared. “What's very weird. Well, we would have taken you.”

“Well. You didn’t.”

“We still could.”

“No?” he said, and stepped back. “I think I’ve had enough Corruption for the rest of my life, thank you.”

“Fair enough.” Jane looked at Tim. “Would you tell Jonah we have learned our lesson?”

“I can’t tell anyone anything, Jane,” said Tim, somehow making it smooth and gracious in spite of the worms squirming all around their feet. “I’m afraid you’ll just have to pay your penalty.”

“We would have won if not for interference.”

“Maybe so,” said Tim, and it’s almost gentle. “But the Heart never cared about cheating, you know? He just cares who wins.”

“Next time,” said Jane. “Next time, we will overwhelm her, and she will smother and writhe as we eat her eyes.”

“Good luck with that!” said Tim, the soul of cheer, and stepped over her legs and moved further in.

Martin moved past quickly, but she spotted him, and she spat. “Filth!”

Jon gawked at her.

“Come on, Jon,” Martin said, hand on his back. “Keep going.”

“Wretch! Pirate! Foul creature not of the grave!” 

Jon followed, eyes wide. “What was that about?”

“Oh, she hates Martin,” said Tim with great pleasure. “The Corruption can’t touch him, you see. Not even after he dies.”

“You won’t rot?” said Jon.

“No. Whatever the Heart did to create me means I will, uh. Collapse into dust, apparently?”

“Wow.” Jon was awed. “How does that work?”

“I don’t know?”

Jon’s eyes grew wider. “And you… you’re all right not knowing?”

“I don’t even know who I’d ask,” said Martin. “Though Sasha is busy trying to figure me out.”

“She’ll figure you out, too, kid,” said Tim, opening another door.

There were more prisoners in here. Some were chained high on the wall, dangling from fetters. Some were, like Jane, on the floor, stretched out as if meant to be stepped on. Two—just two—were in complicated torture devices, one of which stretched its victim into moaning misery, the other piercing its prey with a thousand metal barbs so they could never stop bleeding.

It was… horrible?

And Jon felt like he should feel more bad for them than he did, but he was so damn curious. “Why are they here?”

“Displeased Jonah,” said Martin. “Bad idea to do that.”

Jon could see why. “But what did they do, specifically?”

“You really do want to see everything, don’t you?” said Tim.

“I do. What did that one do?”

“That guy tried to murder someone. Pretty dumb move, if you ask me.”

“What about that one?”

“Attempted to escape. Thought by just traveling far away, they could leave the End’s power, or something. I’m not really clear on it? Something about a flat Earth.”

Jon scoffs. “The Earth isn’t flat. Eratosthenes proved that centuries ago.”

“I’ll take your word on it, little buddy,” said Tim, then looked over his shoulder at Martin and mouthed, “Dibs.”

Martin rolled his eyes.

“What about that one?” Jon pointed.

“Attempted suicide. Belonged to the Dark, so they didn’t appreciate it.”

“Huh. That one?”

“Tried to swap their twin for collection to the Fingers. Didn’t work, of course.”

“So the Fingers do bring people here,” said Jon.

“Nope. They go to the Will. Like I said, nobody ever comes back from that.”

“Where is Oliver’s mountain?”

“Somewhere over the sea.”

“Over the sea? So the Vast is working with the Will.”

“Yep. It’s why Mike’s sort of not in our crew, if you’ll pardon the pun. He always goes to Oliver whenever he’s reborn," said Tim.

“Have you been to Oliver’s mountain?”

“No. Hey, Marto, how come the Eye didn’t choose this guy?”

“Wish I knew.”

It didn’t feel particularly good to hear that. Jon was beginning to dislike being a mystery.

The dungeon didn’t last much longer. Martin led them out and up stairs. Everything smelled so much better, and now, they were in the guts of the place.

Machinery churned; rumbling and mysterious, it chugged, pistoned, steamed, sparked; Jon wanted to know what everything did, but neither Martin nor Tim really knew.

“Hot water?” said Tim.

“Lights,” said Martin.

“But how?” said Jon, and they could not answer him. “There have to be books or something explaining it all!”

“Ask Jonah over dinner,” said Martin.

“Dinner?”

“He wants you attached to my hip,” said Martin. “Well, we have this huge dinner every night. Awkward as fuck, but at least everyone here will know not to eat you.”

“Eat me?”

“You’re wandering around here, affiliated with nothing and no one. You’re not safe, kid,” said Martin.

“Fuck,” said Jon.

For no reason Jon understood, that cracked Tim up.

#

The next several floors belonged to people of the Flesh. The Flesh’s floors had a lot of large people walking around, bulging with muscles, challenging tailors with strange bodies and too many limbs. They smelled kind of bloody, but were nowhere near as gross as where Jon grew up, so he was unfazed.

Tim flirted with everyone they met. That was utterly bizarre, but it was satisfying to watch. Everyone seemed to like him. They cheered up when they saw him—or if they didn’t at first, they did after a moment of talking to him. Jon had seen and heard some wild sexual behavior in his time, hiding in attics and on the street, but this seemed above and beyond. It was friendly, somehow; cheerful. It didn’t seem to mean anything, or require anything in response.

It was just… pleasant. It left people smiling when they walked away (if they had mouths to smile, which they didn’t always, but somehow gave that impression, anyway).

By contrast, very few knew what to do with Martin. He got a lot of nervous looks; not even the really big guys had any interest in challenging him, though his presence made them nervous. Being chosen specially by Jonah seemed to be either a blessing or a curse. Jon wasn’t really sure which.

The wild thing was, unless Tim or Martin pointed Jon out, no one noticed him at all. He wasn’t sure why he’d expected that to change. It still felt bad, but it wasn’t new. 

They climbed more stairs.

The next section belonged to the Hunt, and these floors were a maze, set up so people could chase each other and get caught and bump against dead ends and do it all over again. Jon hated the layout. The people there didn’t see him, either, but they really liked Tim. Jon could see they wanted to chase him. From comments, maybe some of them already had. Tim laughed a lot with the people on that floor. And these people, unlike the Flesh, thought Martin was the bee’s knees. They flirted with him.

In response, Tim got louder and more amusing. In response, Martin got flushed and stammery.

This was becoming genuinely funny to watch.

The Dark’s floors were impossible to see in. Tim talked to somebody; Martin laughed and joked with somebody; Jon stared into the gloom, frustrated beyond belief that he didn’t know what was there. He wanted to go in, to explore. 

“Wait until dinner,” said Martin. “Wait until everyone knows Jonah’s got his eye on you, and then you can explore without an issue, okay?”

“Fine,” Jon, whined, aware he was being bratty, and followed Martin away from it and up the stairs.

That one is dangerous to you , came sort of an answer, though Jon hadn’t asked. Be cautious.

Huh. Well. Maybe. All right. But he wanted to know what was in there. Jon had never not listened to his past self. It seemed unwise to start now.

Each area in this tower was unique; they smelled different, and sounded different. The people there all had complicated relationships with Martin, but everyone liked Tim. Martin was right: It had been a good idea to bring Tim along.

“So,” said Tim, as they reached yet another floor. “Weird question: you weren’t… uh. Drawn to anything we saw, were you?”

“Drawn?”

“We both know the Eye’s gonna mark him as soon as they see him, right?” said Tim.

“We’ll see,” said Martin, and opened a door.

This floor was different, too—ceilings high and rooms wide, all the walls were lined with books, and Jon was heading for them before he could even think to ask.

“So this conundrum is about to be solved,” said Tim.

Martin shook his head. “Doubt it.”

“Look at all these books!” said Jon, reaching, then stopped. “Can I?”

“May,” said Martin. “Jonah’s a stickler for that shit.”

“May I?”

“Ask her.”

Jon looked to find a young woman staring at him. “May I read your books?” he said.

“What the hell is this?” she said, and looked at Martin. “Why can’t I see him clearly?”

“She can see him! What the hell!” said Tim, throwing his hands in the air.

“He’s… Uncertain?” said Martin.

“He’s too old,” said the woman.

“Well, he still is. Um. Do you want him?”

“I’m not done seeing everything,” Jon said, frowning at Martin. “Are you trying to get rid of me?”

Martin looked aghast. “No, Jon! I’m not trying to get rid of you. I’m trying to protect you.”

The woman stared. Jon shuddered. Her eyes reminded him of Jonah’s, though not with the same weight. “This is very strange,” she said.

“Right?” said Tim.

“I can’t see him clearly,” said the woman again with dire suspicion.

Jon twisted a little. “Nobody can. May I read some books?”

“Martin,” said the woman evenly. “Explain now, or I will react with prejudice.”

“Geez, drink some camomile,” said Tim. “Gertrude, this is Jon—Jonah’s guest. Jon, Gertrude.”

Gertrude stared. She looked like a knife, Jon thought—sharp, polished, dangerous. “Sure. Read whatever you want.”

Whew. Happy to step away from her, Jon grabbed the first book he didn't know.

“What do you see when you look at him?” said Martin.

“It’s like an illusion,” she said, which made little sense. “What is he?”

“Don’t know.”

“I don’t like it. The Eye can’t see him, Martin. He’s invisible to the Eye.”

Martin stared. “Invisible to the Eye? Invisible? ”

“Invisible.”

“But that can’t—he’s clearly been accessing it! I don’t…”

“He’s accessing something, but the Eye can’t see him. Get this thing out of my space.”

Back to them, Jon hunched. “I’m not hurting anything,” he muttered.

“I don’t want him here. I don’t understand him.”

“Oh, come on, now, Gertie,” soothed Tim. “He’s not doing any harm.”

“Out.”

“What if I distracted you for a bit? Took you dancing. Listened to you ramble on about orbital patterns, or whatever.”

“Tim,” said Gertrude evenly. “I will not warn you again.”

“Shit,” Martin muttered. “Sorry, Jon. We have to go.”

“But…” Jon stared around himself at all the books. “Jonah said I could!”

“He hasn’t said it to me,” Gertrude snapped.

Jon felt like he was going to cry. New books! So many! Right here!

“He will at dinner,” said Martin. “I promise you’ll be able to come back.”

“If he does, then I will have to let you in,” said Gertrude. “Until then, leave.”

“Sorry,” Jon whispered, and held out the book. 

Gertrude scowled. “You can keep it.”

“Really?” said Jon, eyes enormous.

Martin took his shoulder and directed him back to the stairs. “Come on. She wants to be a cranky old woman, she can be a cranky old woman.”

“Offer’s still on for dancing and orbital patterns!” Tim called over his shoulder.

“I think I got so used to people not seeing me that I forgot they don’t like me,” Jon said.

They walked for a moment. “I like you,” said Martin.

“Maybe you do,” said Jon.

“I do,” said Martin. “And the people who don’t are assholes.”

“Assholes,” Tim agreed.

Jon wanted to believe them. He couldn’t, quite. There were too many of them.

“One more area of Others, then we’ll get to the utility areas—kitchen, weapons training, all that," said Tim.

“Weapons training?”

“Jonah likes duels,” said Martin with a shrug.

“The Heart of the End likes a lot of things that aren’t the End,” Jon said.

"Dibs," said Tim.

“Shhh,” said Martin.

Tim leaned in. “You are right,” he said. “The running joke is he serves the End so faithfully so he can avoid it himself and keep indulging, but don’t say that. You’ll piss him off.”

“I swear, that woman,” said Martin, changing the subject back.

“Well, she’s got months left,” said Tim. “I don’t blame her.”

“She’s twenty-nine?” said Jon.

“Yep. The End comes for us all—except this dapper gent, of course.” He elbowed Martin.

“You’re close to thirty?” said Jon.

“Got a year and a half left,” said Tim. “So far, the only one whose life has been extended is Marto over here.”

“Oh.” Jon swallowed. “You don’t seem… unhappy about it?”

“Why would I be unhappy about it?” said Tim.

“I mean… so many others seem to be upset.”

Tim shrugged. “My future’s set, you know? I’ll be reborn somewhere, Jonah will find me, and bring me here. That’s what happens.”

For reasons he didn’t know, Jon glanced at Martin.

That was grief. On Martin’s face was grief.

Jon couldn’t engage with it. “How does he find you?”

“He can see all of us. Any of us,” said Tim.

“Except me,” Jon pointed out.

“That’s… well, he can see you face-to-face, so you’re not a ghost,” said Martin.

“Wh… did you think I was a ghost?” Jon blurted, feeling for no reason he knew like his past self was laughing at him.

“I considered it?” said Martin, and opened a door.

#

The final Other floor opened to a room of white webbing.

Martin sighed. “Annabelle, for the love of fuck.”

Tim gawked. Then he laughed. “What the hell? This isn’t the augury. What’s all this?”

“I have no idea. She’s filled the regular living quarters now, for some reason,” said Martin.

“Come in, children,” came a voice from who knew where.

“Annabelle,” moaned Martin.

“Yeah,” said Tim. “Um. You need help with this one?”

“No, it’s fine, you can wait outside. I swear, she’s worse with the drama than Jonah,” said Martin, and headed right inside.

Jon saw no reason not to follow.

The door slammed shut behind them, and Jon jumped. “Tim’s really not coming?”

“He can’t flirt with her,” says Martin, “and she unnerves him, so he’ll stay outside.”

“Oh.”

“It’s all right. She won’t hurt you.”

“You have to allow me a little pageantry,” said a woman’s voice, and its owner stepped out of the web as if materializing.

Jon stared. He shook his head and stared again.

She was a spider, but she wasn’t. She was a woman, but she wasn’t.

She smiled.

Martin looked back and forth. “You okay, kid? You’re pale.”

“Yes,” said Jon.

“Thank you for bringing him to me,” said Annabelle. “Now, we can begin.”

“Begin?” said Martin. “What do you—”

And without warning, webbing moved all by itself, wrapping around Martin’s wrists and arms and waist, and lifting him off the ground.

Jon gasped.

“Pageantry,” said the woman again. “Hello, Jon. My name is Annabelle. We need to talk.”

chapter eight

#rusty quill big bang #rusty quill big bang 2023 #rqbb2023 #tma #tma fic #the magnus archives #magpod #magnuspod #tma au #the magnus archives au #tma spoilers #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #sasha james #jonah magnus #annabelle cane #tim stoker #this dark thing that sleeps in me

[risingsouls]

[The DragonBall fan boys have to be the grossest fan boys, and that's beating hentai fan boys. Under the cut because. Good fucking grief it's gross. If you're an actual Goku fan, i suggest avoiding this one. Goku isn't my favorite character, but I like him, and this made me want to tear off my own limbs and eat them.]

[So I'm absolutely not surprised that this kind of garbage is created and spewed by this fucking fandom, but this once again proves the fan boys of this series want to project SO HARD onto the characters to live out their gross little fantasies with fictional characters. Which you know. Fine. But theyre doing it this time by tearing a character to ABSOLUTE SHREDS to do it. So they come up with this. That somehow, the most loyal and probably borderline asexual (demisexual maybe? His libido isnt fucking high guys thats obvious and he isnt a damn horn dog) character bangs all the "attractive" women, leaves his wife--who yes is written like shit but is attractive as well and he fucking LOVES HER as the fan boys and writers of at least Super conveniently forget--and has...a couple more kids with three different women? Like this is so fucking nasty I don't know where to BEGIN.

Like...fuck. the art is nasty and hyper-sexualizes at least Vados with big tiddies and her nipples showing through her wedding dress in one image.

Then there's the fucking ChiChi abuse. And you know. I'm not the biggest fan of how ChiChi is written, and I know this is a staple for the fan boys. Toriyama and Toyotaro really just made her a walking, awful stereotype like they've done with Bulma. But good grief. The "artist" first of all is wishy washy with her with this...fucking weird idea of ChiChi being okay with Goku shacking up with Vados, and serving them in bed? Like there is so much wrong with that from the obvious to like some gross societal ideas that once a woman reaches a certain age she's only worthwhile in a servile role. Unless they look like Bulma that is, who abuses the dragonballs to maintain her youth a d appearance BUT you get me. And despite that, the artist still has Beerus kill her for some reason? Because of course. And then the picture they have of her above the milk jar that I imagine is supposed to be her urn (even though I'm pretty sure a Hakai leaves nothing behind but why am I even trying to find a shred of something that is potentially accurate to the lore in this, when this is already steaming hot garbage and the lore is inconsistent anyway) is of her being angry. Like...fucking God. The idea that Goku doesn't love ChiChi is atrocious and flat out wrong, and he would NEVER select a picture like that to honor her. But I guess at this point who fucking cares because he's brought his hot angel mommy into their marriage home, so who cares about a little more disrespect, right? And that's not mentioning how the rest of his family is just a-okay with this.

I don't even know what to say about Heles and the Zeno baby. Like....wtf. you were fully into this Vados idea but now he's having a kid with Heles who he....literally never talked to. I'm not sure he ever really saw her.

I'm honestly a little surprised Bulma isn't somehow included in this atrocity. I say a little because she's probably not because that would mean taking their king Vegeta's wife from him and we can't have that. Also like...what does it say about the fan boys' masculinity when they want to make their Shonen anime into a literal, raunchy soap opera rather than a series about overpowered warriors fighting evil? Idk but that's not very manly....🙄🙄🙄 (disclaimer: I don't actually care about that kind of thing and men can absolutely enjoys soap operas; I only bring it up because they care about their very fragile masculinity being challenged). I mean these are probably the same people that whine and bitch about the filler in Z that's by and large actually not bad but stan everything Super has to offer, even the absolutely trash filler.

This pervasive shit is what makes it so hard to be a fan of this series, especially as a girl who grew into a woman watching this series since she was 6. And like yeah. Sure. Toriyama wasn't writing this shit for us. The target audience was boys. But damn. I know Toriyama and apparently Toyotaro are a lost cause on the sexist front, but it would be really nice if the fans didn't take their sexism and dial it up to 9000.]

#.:ooc:. #.:discourse:. #gross ass shit ahoy #im sorry i had to rant #if youre a goku fan i suggest not looking under the cut

[sadomas0chist]

perfect strangers

MINORS DNI // 18+

part one; part two; part three

genre: nsfw

pairing: jean kirschtein x female reader

word count: 2.4k

tags/warnings: dom jean, simultaneous masturbation, penetrative sex, oral receiving (female), fingering, swearing, casual sex, partying, make-out session, brother’s best friend, breeding kink, belly bulge.

synopsis: despite being Connie's sister, you were never half the party animal he was. at the moment, getting good grades on your last semester took all your time which made one of your good friends, Hitch, drag you out of your room to the party your brother hosted. what could possibly happen, other than sleeping with your brother's best friend?

a.n. : i was thinking about turning this into a short series but i’m still debating whether i should go for it or not. anyway, enjoy!!!

update: i actually turned this into a series ;) part two is up!!

Being the sister of one of the most chaotic human beings on earth had its drops. I was supposed to be studying for my last semester which was pretty difficult and needed a full-time concentration.

Instead, I was getting dolled up by one of my best friends, Hitch, who was practically begging me to get out of my room and party. "Don't be so nerdy, it's not like you need the extra credit. Connie will be sad if you don't show up. He's been whining to Sasha all day long how his own sister didn't want to attend his own party." She applied some red lipstick to my lips and popped hers as a sign that she was done.

"Hitch, I really appreciate y'all getting worried about me going crazy, but I'm fine really. You know I'm only going because I missed you and the girls." I stood up from my bed and walked to my vanity, gasping at how sexy I looked.

Hitch smacked my ass in response. "Your ass looks good in this dress. Get some tonight." I raised my eyebrow at her. She knew I wasn't in the mood to mess around and get attached again. I shrugged it off and opened my bedroom door.

"Wait, why didn't he invite them to our house?" I stopped, watching her make her way in front of me.

"He needed more space. And a pool. Now come on we're going to be late." she reached out to grab my hand and dragged me out of my house.

***

"Oh goodness..." I mumbled to myself when I noticed how crowded the place was. Some people were already drunk and throwing up on the grass and in garbage cans, others were shamelessly rubbing on each other, while the rest was either in the pool or at the bar.

"Oh, there's Connie." She pointed at my brother who gave her a tight hug. "Look who's here!" she cheered shaking my shoulders.

"Hey," I smiled and hugged him. "All good?" he smiled down at me and pat my head. I nodded and threw him back a smile. "Aight then, I'm gonna get going. Take care." he pointed at me jogging backward and eventually turned around and disappeared into the crowd.

A pat on my shoulder made me turn around, a grin instantly forming on my lips when I noticed that this hand belonged to Sasha. She jumped in my arms, squeezing me tightly. "Jeez I thought you were dead, never isolate yourself like that again." I chuckled taking a bite of her hot dog. "Hey!" she smacked my arm almost making me choke on the meat.

We caught up on a few things, our conversation getting steamier as Hitch began to mention her sex life and how we should be taking notes.

“No, but really, all jokes aside. I wouldn’t be surprised if you’re not getting laid. I don’t even think you know how to pull men anymore babe, full offense.” She took a swing of her beer and shrugged her shoulders. I scoffed, clearly offended.

“Working my ass off for college doesn’t change anything in my flirting techniques.” I scoffed “You know what? I’ll prove it to you right now. Your pick.” I raised my hands up, challenging her. Sasha jumped in excitement next to me while Hitch was inspecting our surroundings.

“Him.” she pointed at the bar. I scrunched my face when I saw a guy who looked musty and crusty. “Girl, not him. Him.” she held my jaw with her hand and tilted my head. My eyes landed on a tall male, manspreading on the stool as his back was leaning against the wooden bar, watching everyone’s move. His elbows were resting on the wood, his right hand holding his drink, swirling it around.

He looked delicious with his tight black shirt and chinos, squeezing him in all the right places. His hair was slicked back, almost dropping to his shoulders. His facial features weren’t clear enough due to the distance I was standing from, but his jawline looked good enough.

He didn’t look like he was expecting company or was here with someone. I smirked and shook her hand, accepting her challenge. “What do you want me to do?”

“Make out with him. You’ve kissed strangers before. I’d like to see if you still have the balls to do it.” I shook my head with a grin. Frankly, I was expecting her to task me with something much worse.

“Done.” Sasha jumped in excitement and Hitch shook my hand. “Watch, and learn.” I turned on my heels and walked to the bar where he was sitting.

“Hey you,” I hissed, getting his attention. “Don’t move,” I whispered as I positioned myself between his legs and grabbed his jaw, placing my lips on his.

From here it could go two ways: he either pushes me off and tells me he’s into guys- yes it happened before, not a pleasant memory- or he kisses me back.

At first, he was shaken. However, it didn’t take him too long to snake his arm around my waist and pull me closer to him, deepening the kiss. He freed his hand from the glass he was holding and wrapped it around the back of my neck, pushing me closer.

I parted my lips, his tongue gently sliding in and toying with mine. When I finally decided it was enough, I let go of him and pulled away, a slight trail of saliva hanging from our lips.

Without adding any other word, I grinned at him and left. He didn’t say anything and sincerely I’m glad he didn’t. He clearly enjoyed it as well.

“Oh my God you actually did that.” she squeaked, shaking my shoulders.

“Hitch, it's not the first time. Also, he was a good kisser. Now, do you believe me?”

She sighed in defeat and nodded. Sasha was long gone, probably dragged to the dance floor by Connie and soon enough Marlo was here to drag Hitch too. I found this as an opportunity to go to the bathroom.

To my surprise, it was empty and clean. I checked if my mascara was still intact and if I needed to fix my lipstick. While I was applying some lipstick on, a group of girls came in, obviously tipsy, and started talking about the guys they wanted to fuck.

“There’s this tall dude with long hair, ugh girl I just want to hump him.” one of them giggled, leaning on her friend for support.

“Stephanie!! He was with a black-haired girl, don't be a slut.” her friend smacked her.

I cocked my eyebrow and added some mascara. I gathered my stuff and texted Hitch that I was going back home.

It was getting lame and my brother was in no way to be seen. I’m sure Hitch and Sasha would understand. I’ve been too focused on my studies and partying wasn’t what I needed right now.

I walked to the gates and waited for a taxi.

“Already leaving?” a voice echoed behind me, startling me. I jumped around to be met with the same dude I made out with, this time, a leather jacket resting on his shoulders.

Great.

“I’m not feeling it.” I shrugged.

“You can’t leave alone. Some dudes are total creeps.” He walked to me. His tall frame towering over me, the mixture of alcohol and perfume intoxicating me.

“You could easily be one of them. I don’t know you.”

“Well, if I were, you wouldn’t have made out with me for starters. You look mature enough to distinguish a gentleman from a douchebag.” He grinned, pushing my hair behind my shoulders.

“A gentleman?” I questioned, toying with the pockets of his jacket.

“Only if you want me to be,” he mumbled, raising my chin with his index finger.

We stared at each other for a while. I knew he was another stranger, but he made me feel aroused. Maybe Hitch was right. Maybe I needed some relief. So I did what I thought I’d never do.

“Come over. My brother is having fun at this stupid party and I doubt he’ll be back any time soon.”

I could tell he was hesitating, and to be honest, his silence made me question if I made the right decision asking him to come over. He looked like he didn’t want to take advantage of me. A true gentleman, I thought.

I didn’t really care though. We were both taking advantage of each other in this situation, knowing that we will probably never see each other again after this. It was a one-time thing.

I did have, however, a feeling that I’ve seen him before, but the booze wasn’t making me think straight and I shrugged it off. He didn’t seem to recognize me so there was nothing to be worried about.

“On one condition.” he spoke up. I tilted my head waiting for him to proceed. “Tonight, I’m in control.”

I chuckled and nodded. “If that’s what you want, cowboy then sure thing.”

“Jean.” he handed out his hand for me to shake.

“Y/n.”

***

It didn’t take us a lot of time to find his car and get to my place. As a matter of fact, our clothes dropped instantly on the floor as soon as we went through my bedroom door.

“You’re so hot,” he mumbled between kisses, his hand folding my breast. I giggled throwing my head back, my fingers playing with his hair.

His hands traveled down my body, parting ways as one pressed against my heat and the other squeezed my ass. He worked his digits between my folds, my fingers digging in his shoulders.

He gathered my slick before pushing it back with his middle and ring finger.

“Fuck Jean,” I moaned out. I pushed him closer, licking him from the base of his neck to his earlobe, and gently sucked it.

He sighed and backed me until I reached my bed. “Relax now,” He pushed me down on the mattress and spread my legs. I grabbed my pillow and placed it underneath my hips.

He sat on his knees and put my legs on his shoulders, my cunt a few inches away from him. Locking eyes with me, he gave my opening a long lick.

I hissed as he licked my slit, his thumb rubbing small circles to my clit. My hands gripped onto my sheets, my hips bucking. Damn, he was good.

“Shit, ahh, Jean,” I whimpered, his fingers now massaging my insides as his tongue played with my clit. He hummed against me, sending vibrations all over my heat.

I squealed as I felt myself get closer, my legs shakings on his shoulders.

“Be a good girl and come all over my face eh?” he seduced his fingers going faster inside me, occasionally curling to hit my sweet spot.

“I’m so close, fuck fuck fuck fuck.” I chanted gripping his hair, my head pushing down the mattress as my orgasm drove me over the edge.

He stood back up, his stubble coated with my wetness. He sucked his fingers before making them pop out of his mouth.

“Tastes as good as it looks.” He chuckled. “Spread them lips for me again baby let me see your mess”. he purred pushing his hair back.

Doing as I’m told, I spread my folds with my index and middle finger and bit my lip before running another finger between them, feeling my slick. He groaned as I touched myself, slightly playing with my swollen clit.

“You want me?” Jean stroked himself as I dipped my fingers inside me. I nodded biting harder on my lower lip, watching as he pumped himself, his vein now conspicuous.

He kneeled on my bed, pulling me closer to him. “Then take me.” And with that, he rammed himself in. I yelped at the painful stretch, his hands holding my hips. I grabbed his wrist with a hand and tried to reach my headboard with the other.

Once given the green light, he started moving slowly in and out, making sure I was comfortable. Gentleman alright.

His pace was steady, the moonlight lighting his side. He looked absolutely handsome. I wasn’t fragile, nor delicate whatsoever. Still, he didn’t fuck me just to please himself. He wanted to please me and feel me as much as I wanted to.

“Tell me if I’m hurting you okay?” I nodded with a smile. Jean’s thrusts became faster and harder. The deep long strokes were just appetizers for what he was keeping in store. He was big, but he felt incredibly nice.

My room soon was filled with the sounds of our bodies smacking against each other along with my moans and his grunts.

I was already feeling sensitive from my first orgasm, and his strokes were my g-spot almost perfectly. I was a panting mess beneath him, my makeup smudged across my face.

“Ah fuck, you’re choking me so fucking good.” he whimpered throwing his head back. Droplets of sweat trailed down from his toned chest to his abs. I stared at his tattoos and how they complimented him.

“Feel it y/n.” he grabbed my hand and placed it on my lower stomach. Shit.

“I’m gonna cum again, oh fuck, Jean.” I whimpered, his hips rocking my body. I squirmed under him, his thumb rubbing my pink bud, adding more friction.

I wailed as I felt my orgasm rip through my body, his thrusts getting sloppier. I knew he was close.

Fortunately, I’m always on the pill, so I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him down. “I want you to fill me up, please,” I begged, his face buried in my neck, leaving a love bite.

“I’m going to fill you up so good, so damn good.” He lifted my waist with his arms and pulled me closer. “Fuck, yes, oh fuck, yes.” he whimpered in my ear as he emptied himself in me, warming my walls with his semen.

We lead there for a while, motionless. His dick was limp inside me, his arms still holding me.

He feels warm. I don’t want to move. No, he has to move. I don’t do aftercare.

“That was good,” I said breaking the silence. Jean rolled to his side, his cum instantly leaking out of me as pulled out.

“Indeed. Thank you.” I chuckled at his silly response.

“You don’t thank someone for having sex with them dumbass.” A smile formed on his lips as he stood up to grab some tissues from my nightstand to clean me up.

“I’m a gentleman, remember?” he cleaned off our cum and tossed the tissues in my garbage can. “I should get going, we don’t want your brother to go nuts on you.” I nodded and pulled the sheets to cover my nude body. It was a shame that he was leaving, but as I said, I never did aftercare when it came to casual sex.

He put on his briefs and began pulling up his bottoms, however, the most unexpected thing happened, making him stop in his tracks.

“Hey, y/n I brought you some- Jean?!” Connie yelled dropping the bag of chips he was holding.

“Connie?!” Jean who was now half-clothed yelled back.

“Are you- oh my god- did I just sleep with your sister?” He panicked, holding his head with both hands.

I smacked my mouth, my eyes wide open. What the fuck was I supposed to do in a situation like that.

“You sure as hell did idiot!” my brother replied, now both of the males looking at me.

Well, that’s extremely awkward.

#aot fandom #aot x reader #jean kirschtein imagine #jean kirschtein scenarios #jean kirschtein x reader #jean kirschtein x you #jean kirstein #jean x reader #aot smut #jean kirschtein fanfiction #jean x reader smut #jean x you #jean kirschtein smut #jean smut #jean kirschtien

[itsthestutterforme]

Escort 1/2 (Jang Hanseok)

Summary: You're an escort that Jang Hanseok has had his eyes on for a while. He finally invites you to his house for the night.

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"What's his name again?" You ask your madame, and she hands you a file in response. You open the file to see a familiar looking man. He was the CEO of Babel, Jang Hanseok.

And for some odd reason, he chose you to be his escort for the night. There were plenty women prettier and more experienced but he chose you. "He paid for the entire night," your madame explains. "But what about my regulars?" "They were pushed until tomorrow,"

"How did they take that?" "They're big boys, they can handle it," she says, making you chuckle. "Make sure to have fun, I've heard he's like a tiger in bed." "What does that mean?" "You'll see,"

**

You smooth your hands over your silk black dress after you ring the door bell, careful not to cross your arms to seem closed off. Your heart was starting to race as you heard footsteps acend towards the door. Pull yourself together, Y/N. He's not your first client.

The door opens to reveal the chiseled face of Jang Hanseok. He's rubbing his hair dry with a towel and standing before you shirtless and wearing gray sweatpants. He definitely hits the iron because every peck and crevice of his chest is solid and defined.

He knows exactly what he's doing. He throws the towel over his shoulder and reaches out to touch your face.

He draws his thumb over your cheek. "Soft," he says to himself before turning away and walking back into his loft. You follow him in and close the door behind you. His loft is like many of your clients, vast and spaceous with minimal decor and life.

Your eyes fall to a small version of the Babel Tower with it's light flashing. "You like it?" "Is it really going to be a hundred floors?" "What's wrong with that?" "Well if you don't see spendung have your time in the elevator as a problem, then no." You say, making him chuckle softly.

"There it is," he says. "There what is?" He grabs your chin and pulling you towards him. "Your smart mouth," he whispers against your lips. "You know, when I first saw you, you put a man in his place because he thought it was okay to touch a woman as she walked by." He adds.

He leans in so close you would practice taste him. "And that was the hottest thing I've ever seen." He sizes you up before pulling away from you. You surpress the whine from the loss of contact.

He sits down on his couch and man spreads as he turns on the TV. Leaving you hot and bothered, you toss you purse on the counter and sat across from him. He just sits there with one hand on his lap and the other clicking through the channels.

"So are we just going to watch TV all night?" He doesn't respond, but glances over at you. You huff with annoyance. Watch him be the type that wants me to beg. Well he has the wrong woman tonight because you don't beg.

He seems patient enough, let's see how far he'll let you go. You stand from you spot on the couch and slowly approach him but he doesn't move a muscle or acknowledge your existence.

You sit in his lap and roll your hips to get comfortable. He clears his throat but you could tell that he was trying to suppress a moan. You take his chin into your hand and sharply turn his face to look at you.

He raises an eyebrow at you which probably means that I was traveling on thin ice. You have his attention alright, the question is what do you plan to do with it? You pull away from his chin and grab his wrists to pin against the back cushions of the couch.

You press your lips to his and gasp when he nips at your bottom lip harshly. He yanks himself out of your grip and pushes your back into the sofa. "You are such a brat, you know that?" He scolds as he wraps his fingers around your throat and uses his other hand to cup your pussy.

"How else was I suppose to get your attention?" You ask, whimpering as he rolls your clit between his index finger and his thumb. "By being a good girl. Now I'm going to have to punish you," he says, grabbing his tie from the table.

He ties your wrists together and places them above your head. He slowly trails his hands from your arms to your chest and cups your breasts before burying his face in them. Humming with satisfaction, he licks up the valley of your breasts, making your entire pussy throb against his hand.

"Do you like that sweetheart?" You moan in response and he bunches your dress at your waist before pull it over your head and out of the way. He unclips your bra and tears it in two since he couldn't take it off regularly with your hands tied.

He takes one of your nipples into his mouth and rubs the other with the pad of his thumb all with sliding his free hand into your panties. He slides two fingers into your slick and curls them hard and slow. You arch your back off of the couch and tried to roll your hips and match the rhythm of his fingers

He stops his movements and you fall back on the couch so he could resume his movements. "Damn it, I'm sorry." You whine but he ignores you and continues to pump his fingers at the painfully slow pace. Your orgasm was slowly acending your belly, but you had to lay back and ignore your want for friction because otherwise, he would stop.

You were on the verge of tears once your first orgamn finally came. "I'm s.. I'm sorry, Hanseok. Please don't," you trail off when he pulls away from your nipple with a satisfying pop. He kisses down your stomach and pulls your underwear down as your legs and leaves kisses on the freshly exposed skin.

He tosses your underwear across the room and holds your swole thighs in his hands. He rolls onto his back and brings your off of the couch all in one motions. You land by straddling his chest and he lifts you up slightly so he could slide himself right underneath your bare pussy.

He draws figure eights with his tongue and you body folds forwards. You rest your joined hands on the arm cushion of the couch. He spreads your legs even further so you are literally sitting on his face. When you try to get up, he digs his nails into your hips, making you cry out.

He flicks his tongue side to side across your clit before dipping inside and dragging it across the top wall. Your stomach grows sore from tensing it for so long. He repeats his motions and your knot grows in your stomach. You find yourself rolling your hips against his mouth and gasps when his tongue finds another gspot deep inside you.

Sinks a finger in and curls that spot over and over again until you came apart in his mouth. Humming in satisfaction, he kept the same pace until you were at the brink of your next orgasm.

Loud knocks on the door makes you yell out in surprise. "Jang Hanseok, this is the police." A man booms from the other side of the door. You climb off of him and stand on wobbly legs.

"What's happening?" You ask with your heart racing. "Please tell me you're not a murderer or something," "Relax, I'll be back by morning. Don't go anywhere." He says, wiping his face with a paper towel. "Wh-" "Don't go anywhere," he repeats and you collapse back on the couch.

He opens the door and converses with the police officers. You covered yourself from the prying eyes of the police officers. He runs upstairs to grab a shirt and shoes before leaving with the police. There you are, sitting on the couch, naked with your wrists tied together, feeling completely humiliated.

Using your teeth, you loosen the tie from your wrists and stare down at your torn up clothes. Your legs trembled as you stand once again from the couch and walk up the stairs to his room. You open his drawers and took out a black shirt and grey sweatpants.

You walk back downstairs and grab your purse before strapping on your heels and walking out the door. If he knows what's good for him, he'll stay the hell away for you.

**

"Absolutely not," "Why would you let one bad experience steer you away. He's a platinum client." "I could care less, he humiliated me." "A boo hoo, a man made me feel like shit so I'm not going to see him again. Please tell me you're not one of those hate all men snobs." Your madame snaps.

Your mouth hangs open with disbelief as heat creeps up the back of your neck. Clenching your jaw, you stand from the chair and anger explodes in your chest. You grab the coffee from her desk and toss the liquid in her face.

She shrieks as she wipes the coffee from her eyes. "In case you're having trouble putting two and two together. I quit, you arrogant, incompetent, man-pleasing pig." You spit. Reaching into your purse, you grab $100k as a termination fee the madame mentioned at the start of your contract and slam it on her desk.

You advance to the door with a wide grin tugging at your lips. For once you finally felt free. Walking to your car, your blood runs cold in your veins when you see Jang Hanseok leaning on your driver's side door.

He could be a criminal. What if you were a witness to something and he needed to get rid of you? You think to yourself. "Now I thought I told you to stay in the loft," "The last I checked, I have a mind and free will of my own." You snap.

"You're angry at me, why?" "If you really have to ask that question, I'm not going to bother explaining it to you. Please move out the way." "Not until we talk," "You're treading on thin ice, Hanseok." He kicks off from where he was leaning and advanced towards you with his hands stuff in his pockets.

"Say it again," "Say what?" "My name. I like how you say it." He tried to reach out and touch your cheek but you slap his hand away. "Wow, I really pissed you off, didn't I?"

"You left me naked and humiliated for those losers to look at. What make you think that's okay? Sex workers are humans too, Hanseok."

"Of course I know that. I just didn't.. I thought that they were proud of their bodies and wanted to show them off. I w-" "Not all of us are the same. Some have more dignity and self respect than to be treated like garbage." You snap. "I didn't know, okay. You.. you were my first one."

You spend a few moments looking at him. You're having a difficult time figuring out if he was geniune or not. "I quit, so if you're still experimenting. You're going to have to find another woman." You state, trying to step around him but he stands in your way again.

"Hanseok," you warn. "I don't want another woman. I want you." He leaned in to touch you again and this time you let him. He lifts your chin up gently with the crook of his finger. His touch the complete opposite of a couple days ago.

"Well that's too bad. If you look hard enough, you'll find a girl that'll do exact what you say. That doesn't have a... what was the word you used? A smart mouth." "I'll buy you anything you want." "Really, bribing? You can't buy your way out of this one, Hanseok."

"Just spend the day with me. The entire day, and I'll prove it to you." He cups your cheeks and maintains eye contact with you. "Prove what?" "That I'm worth it,"

**

Jang Hanseok examines the map of the mall with a perplexed look on his face. You're watching him with a similar expression. He's been.. different since the time you first met. He's more relaxed and serene.

You first went to a hot pot and competed to see who could the spiciest food. You won, naturally, but the entire time he would crack jokes and compliment you.

He really did make you feel special, but of course there was a small voice tucked in the back of your head saying that he could have bad intentions.

So you play along and listen to you gut on this one. "I found it!" He says excitedly. "Found what?" "Jump on my back," he says before crouching down in front of you. "You sure you want the carry me the whole time?"

"If my face can handle you, what makes you think my back can't?" He states and blush creeps onto you cheeks. Rubbing the back of you neck, you bite your lips nervously. "Come on, princess." He encourages and you finally climb onto his back.

You wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. "Why did you have to call me out like that? Someone could have heard you," you ask embarrassingly. "What? There's nothing to be ashamed of, you taste amazing by the way."

"Hanseok!" You scold, slapping his shoulder roughly. "Ouch, you have a mean swing." "There's plenty more where that came from."

After you left the mall, you had bags fulls of stuffed plushies, sweatshirts, sweatpants, crop tops and shoes. You told that you didn't need any of those things and he asked how many comfortable clothes you had.

When you didn't answer fast enough, he started putting every other thing in the cart. You were in the process of stuffing the bags into the trunk when he holds you from behind and pulls your back against his chest. You yell out in surprise before smacking his hand but he doesn't falter.

He buries his face into your neck and your eyes naturally close in response to his warmth. You lost count how long it's been since you've been held by someone. You unconsciously trail your fingers along the back of his neck and he sighs deeply.

"Tell me that this doesn't feel good. You can't, can you?" He mumbles into your neck. He loosens his arms around you and turns you around to kiss your forehead. What is he trying to prove? Holding the back your neck, he rests his forehead against yours.

"Let's start over,"

#kdrama fanfic #vincenzo #kdramas #smut #vincenzo fic #ok taecyeon

[anonymous-southern-armadillo]

A/n: sorry I haven't really been writing recently — oppsie. But here is this! Hopefully it's good and not flaming garbage like I believe it to be (:

Happy lowman x F! Reader

Warnings/disclaimers: Language. Dirty jokes, illusions to the shexy times at the end. Fluff.

Sometimes.....Tig never knew when to shut up, today being one of those days. The BBQ was in full swing, cold beers being passed around, food set out on the picnic tables you forced your boyfriend Happy to drag into the backyard so people could eat while having the beautiful view of the lake that sparkled under the scorching sun. You, alongside the other women that the son's brought with them to this little party you held, wore nothing but bathing suits. Prepared to swim whenever you get too hot. Your lack of clothes though prompted had prompted Tig to — of course — endlessly flirt with you, making comments about how the swim wear you have on hug your body perfectly, showing off how incredibly — in his words, sexy you are. You of course respond with sassy remarks about how he couldn't handle you, that earned you a shit eating grin from the man.

As the laughter and music plays throughout your property, you make your way to the cooler. Bending over to retrieve two beers for Happy and Bobby as requested. As you dig around the cold ice in search of the beverages, you hear a low whistle you just knew belonged to Tig.

“If I knew happy wouldn't kill me, this would be the perfect opportunity to slap you're ass doll” His tone was playful, knowing that not only was his flirting and little comments annoying you, but your old man as well. Tigs favorite pass time was annoying you and Happy.

Standing up straight you turn around to face him, leaning against the picnic table with crossed arms as he grins at you. You held the two beers in your hand and fixated a glare on him.

“Even if happy wouldn't kill you, I would” You retort before making your way back over to Happy and Bobby who sat in two chairs by the lake, watching Tera and Jax play in the shallow part of the lake with their two little boys.

But Tig follows, running his mouth much to your dismay. “Oh c'mon, I'm irresistible” He said trailing behind you, no doubt eyes glued to your ass.

You snort, “You're insufferable is what you are” You can't help but smile at his sarcastic laugh.

“Very funny doll, you're just so hilarious aren't you?” Tig walks to stand in front of you, blocking you. Although you and Tig didn't know it, Happy was glaring daggers into the back of Tigs skull, Bobby almost jumping from his seat to warn Tig that your old man was getting fed up with the blue eyed man following you around all day like a lost puppy. But Bobby excused himself claiming Juice looked like he needed help gathering firewood for the bonfire later.

“Actually I am hilarious, but come on Tig, why don't you invite venus over and annoy her, aren't you two a thing?” You ask him as he simply shrugs.

“She said she was busy and couldn't come, That's why I'm annoying my second favorite girl” He winks at you and you move to push pass him but bumb into someone who you didn't notice behind Tig. Thankfully you didn't drop the beers you held and look up Ready to apologize only for it to die on your tongue as you find the stoic expression of your old man.

Tigs eyes go wide whenever the stoic expression of Happy's morphed into pure frustration, your old man's arm wrapping around your waist pulling you close into his side.

“I was wondering why you were taking so long, should have guessed Trager had something to do with it” Happy growls out while taking the beer from your hand. “I was hoping to spend time with my girl” He glared at Tig whenever he said the last part, clearly fed up with Tigs constant flirting.

Raising his hands in mock surrender, Tig takes a step back from you. “I was only spending quality time with my best friend killer, no need to get all jealous —

“I'm not jealous, now beat it before you regret ever looking her way again” Happy's voice was more raspy than usual, a sign he was either beyond the point of being annoyed by Tig or he was getting needy for your special attention.

Tig didn't waste a second before scurrying off to find one of the guys to talk to, Happy placing a kiss on the crown of your head. That was rare for him considering PDA wasn't really his thing. You look up at him and sling a arm over his shoulder and around his neck.

“Well someone is grumpy today” You joke with a small smile, Happy groaning in response. “What's up baby?” You whisper after placing the beer you held on the picnic table you stood by so you can stand in front of him and sling both arms around his neck, prompting him to rest his hands on your hips.

“Just don't like him prancing around eyeing you the way he does, always flirting with you, it pisses me off” Happy told you truthfully, forehead softly falling on yours. He didn't care if you two were standing in the center of a small party were people could see this tender side of the Tacoma killer, he just missed being with you. Something the club has been depriving him of lately, so whenever he saw Tig taking up most of the time he should be spending with his girl? That really got under his skin.

You smile up at him, pulling away and taking his hand in yours to lead him inside the house. Once inside Happy was confused until you started leading him to your bedroom, a grin spreading across his face. You usher him inside the room and close the door, locking it.

“You do realize that no matter what Tig says or does I still think he's a complete dumbass right?” You laugh, Happy joining you as he stood in the middle of the room. You leaning your back against the door. “I'm sorry I haven't really been spending the day with you, but now you have me....” You push yourself off the door and point at the bed, motioning him to sit.

He does so and you stand between his spread legs, hands falling to his knees as you fall to yours in front of him. Looking up at him through your lashes. Happy couldn't deny the way his heart leaps at the realization you, his girl was kneeling before him no doubt about to show him that you... Are truly his, in a way he wouldn't forget.

“Now sit back while I show you who I wanna spend every second of my life with....” With that being said you undo his belt and Happy does as you ask.

#sons of anarchy #soa #sons of anarchy fanfiction #happy lowman x reader #happy lowman #Happy lowman fanfic #happy lowman x you

[all-about-seggs]

Ardent Affections :

Pairing : Timeskip + Virgin! Sakusa Kiyoomi x Female reader

Rating : 18+, Explicit

Word count : 3k

Warnings : Smut and fluff (and holy shit I ended up including a bit of angst) , Loss of virginity, blow job, fingering, vaginal sex, established relationships.

A/n: I prefer dirtier side of Smuts but this was as far as I could go with Saku sooooo I hope my fluffy smut isn't cringey >.<.

Putting the plum filled onigiri in the clean plastic container, you give it another look over to make sure it's tidy enough, afterall, the person you made this for was nothing if not picky. But, you also knew he loved umeboshi, so after a few successful weeks of your relationship with Sakusa, you went ahead and bought more than enough dried plums to practice making something he won't be able to refuse. It didn't take long to reach the gym he was practicing at, with lunch time approaching, he'd be on his break too, giving you the perfect chance to have some alone time.

One would think, that no boyfriend would refuse their significant other's cooking but falling in love with him as well as dating him made you realise it wasn't the status quo. He was, at the very least, peculiar. Always on his own, Sakusa never felt the need to be involved with a lot of people, ironical as it may be for someone who played a team sport, his idiosyncrasies made it hard for most people to get close to him. That's why the sight of a cluster of high shool girls flocking your boyfriend, to give him their handmade goods was comical yet unsettling.

It wasn't something you got jealous at, but it's something that made you second guess yourself instead, whenever the thought of making him something pooped in your head, this same scene played infront of your eyes. Sakusa surrounded by a bunch of girls with heart eyes, wanting to give him stuff. On the verge of losing his polite demeanor, Sakusa almost gave them a taste of his blunt indifference if it weren't for some faculty member intervening. Today was the same.

With the perfect excuse, he pulled himself away from the group and sauntered towards you, eye twitching with a look that screamed ' I saw you having fun on my expense'. You quickly pulled yourself out of the gloomy thoughts and greeted him with your regular smile.

" I didn't wanted to disturb your fan meet", the cheeky tone in your voice added to his annoyance.

" I assure you that you didn't, besides you know I don't like hand made stuff ", he grumbled, voice carrying the regular icky note you were used to but it caused the dull ache in your heart grew. Before you could answer, you saw Bokuto running towards your direction, making you jump with his boisterous greeting,

" HEY! Y/n chan!... Are you gonna join us for lunch as well ?", The look in his face was as cute as his voice which was cutoff by Sakusa's cold one,

" No. I don't like the places you go to eat. Also, I'm done for today so we have no reason to stay.", Curt and to the point, Sakusa answered him and gestured you with his eyes to follow him instead.

" Geez, it's like he can never let loose!, Y/n chan! You should ask him to open up more!", pouting, the energetic male glared at Sakusa's retreating form.

"Ummm, Sorry Bokuto! He still doesn't know how to..... People? I guess? But he's trying! I know he is! So don't worry... We'll catch up with you guys sometime else okay?", With a slight bow, you trailed after your boyfriend, leaving a deflated Bokuto behind.

As you walked behind him, you thought about the first time the both of you met, he didn't even looked at you properly before leaving just like he was right now, about how you had to put your feelings out in the open first so that he'd finally notice them, how, for the last few days your garbage can only had dozens of messed up onigiri, and how the lunch you packed was getting colder by the minute as it layed still in your bag.

You were lost in thought for the rest of the way, he wasn't one to talk much but your constant silence was not something that often happened. Still not being used to initiating small talks, all he could do was gaze at the dazed look on your face.

The two of you made your way back to his apartment that the sports facility provided the players. You had been here a couple of times before but never long enough to actually call it 'staying over'.

" Why are we at your place?", You quietly ask, making him pause before speaking.

" I did say I was done with practice for the day", opening the front door he ushered you in. It was unsurprisingly neat, the entrance not having any useless items, infact everything in his place had a purpose or use.

It was a big step, him letting anyone in his personal space, considering his high maintenance personality you thought he'd dip you in a bucket of sanitizer everyday but he was a lot more chill when you both take your respective baths. He still goes in first.

The moment you stepped outside the bathroom, you saw a nervous looking Sakusa was sitting on the edge of his bed.

" Did you really wanted to have lunch with those guys?", His abrupt question caught you off guard, so apparently he took your silencein the wrong way, but it still warmed your heart to know he noticed and cared enough to talk about it, albeit clumsily.

" Is that why you think I was quite on our way here?", The reply you gave made him avert his eyes, whether it was out of embarrassment or the awkwardness in the room, it didn't change the fact that your sudden change in behaviour was noted by your boyfriend.

" If you have something to say, then I want you to tell me, I'm afraid I won't know otherwise", Sakusa added, finally looking at you with his deadpan yet sharp look.

He was right, every couple needs to have proper communication in order for their relationship to succeed, so with that in mind you decided to tell him about what's bothering you.

Walking over to his side, you sat next to him,

" I made you lunch today, but when I saw you rejecting your fans gifts saying you don't like handmade stuff, it- bothered me.", Your reasoning might've been a little selfish, it's not like you wanted to force anything on him just because you were his girlfriend but the fear of getting rejected always made you hold back on so many things.

" So I didn't give it to you, and then I just started having a trail of depressing thoughts about how maybe I'm the only one who wants anything from this relationship, I mean we haven't even done anything more than kissing Kiyoomi.", To you, this confession was nothing more than the frustrations you've built up. He was silently listening as you went on, not interrupting until you were done.

" I see....", His soft baritone was laced I'm regret as he brought his hands to you head, gently combing the strands, " I'm sorry, I made you feel that way, it's obvious that both of us need to work on our communication skills but there is one thing you got wrong", saying that, his hand combing you hair pushed you forward until you were right in front of his glossy lips,

" It should go without saying that I wouldn't let you in here if I didn't loved you, and you wouldn't be in this bed either if I didn't wanted you.", By the end of his sentence, his hot mouth covered your in a demonically passionate kiss which was all teeth and tongue. It was probably your longest kiss as well, making you grip his shoulders so hard it would've probably left marks if it weren't for his taut musculature. You pressed you hands on his sculpted chest, feeling his nipples harden as you slowly run you thumbs over them. Sakusa pulled away from you to catch a few breaths, his lips shining with your mixed saliva.

" I've never done this before......", hesitation crossed his eyes which soon melted into a look of determination as he brought his face near yours.

"But if it's with you, I know I'll like it", he panted, pulling you on his lap to continue his ministrations from a more closer proximity. The uncharacteristically deep kiss encouraged your hands to roam around more, to feel all of his ripped form through the fabric of his thin shirt. Your hand grazed his crotch, this contact alone was enough to make him twitch, his virginity showing, the blush on his cheeks spreaded all the way to his neck.

The front of his shorts looked so strained,It was painfully clear how much his cock was begging for attention, so you pushed Sakusa back until he was lying flat on the bed, feet still on the floor. Searching his eyes for any objections, you pulled his waistband down to reveal his bulging member. It suited a big guy like him, his thick cock felt so hot and heavy in you hand it took everything in you to stop yourself from jumping on it right away.

" Hggg... Wait... It's-", his voiced carried more embarrassment than discomfort but you stopped nonetheless.

" Dirty?.....is that what you want to say?", questioningly, you looked at him from between his legs as he nodded.

" Well sex is better dirty but, I'll try not to make a mess okay?", With a wink you grabbed his shaft with one hand and took his tip in your mouth. The warm, wet insides of your mouth touching the sensitive head of his cock made him shudder in pleasure but he didn't make more than a hum. Maybe your boyfriend was still embarrassed but now that you finally get to go down on him, you made it a personal goal to hear his moans.

Detemined to hear his beautiful whimpers, you added pressure on his member through your tongue as you moved your lips up and down, swallowing him as much as you could. Droll dripping from the side of your mouth and his precum gave you enough lubrication to increase you pace, going harder and harder until you felt your teeth make contact with his sensitive shaft, that must've hurt, you thought but atleast it got a reaction out of him.

" AH-.....mmmhh Y/n damnit.....you're doing it too roughly", you heard him complain from above you,

" I just rough housed you a little..... Anyway, you can't blame a girl who's been abstaining herself from fucking her hot boyfriend ", with a pop you pulled him out of your mouth and looked up at the wide eyed Sakusa with an uncharacteristic boldness that even surprised you. Maybe it was because of the situation or because you two had a heart to heart conversation about your feelings just now but you felt oddly comfortable with him more than you ever did before. You knew he loved you enough to put up with anything you'd throw at him at his point, so why not push your luck?

"......well aren't you a vulgar little girl", regaining his composure, Sakusa propped himself on his elbows to give you his trademark deadpan look. You squeeze his balls teasingly in an attempt to rile him up further, his face contorts a little before he shoots you a glare.

" I'm going to make you regret that", with nothing more than a growl he grabbed your hand to make lie face down beside him, for a second you thought he'd spank you, but the moment you raised you head from the mattress to see what's going on, a big hand was on your head pushing your face down again, his other hand ghosting over the hem of your t-shirt.

" It's my turn now, so you better behave", emphasizing the behave he first pulled your shirt off of your shoulders, then swiftly getting rid of your pants. This was an interesting turn of event, just a moment ago your virgin boyfriend was squirming like a pathetic little boy but with just a little teasing made him switch into daddy mode, you'd be lying if you said it wasn't thrilling.

You laid there stark naked as you heard a few rustling sounds coming from behind, indicating Sakusa taking his cloths off. His long, deft fingers grabbed your hips, raising them a slightly off the surface of the mattress, the digits of his right hand crept near your dripping core as if wondering if he should touch you or not, you moved your hips closer so you could feel his touch but he retreated his hand, only to pinch one of your butt cheek. The tease.

" If you're expecting me to eat you out too then keep dreaming..... but since I made you wait so long, I'll give you something else today", his matter of fact tone was even as he traced two long fingers up your slit taking in all of your juices, he pushed them inside your aching pussy. His thick digits rubbing your walls made you moan in the pillow, with his thumb he started rubbing your engorged clit. His actions were not exactly gentle but you didn't wanted them to be either, you wanted him to pound you into the mattress so bad but maybe it was asking too much from someone inexperienced.

" You like this right?", It wasn't exactly a question, as his increased his speed, with his free hand he pinched your ass again leaving small red marks in the fleshy patch of skin. Your first orgasm in so many weeks approached you with an intense force, making you buck you hips in Sakusa's hand. Just as your pussy started clenching around the fingers that was inside it, he withdrew his hand leaving you with a strange sense of emptiness.

" Not so fast y/n, it's more efficient it we cum together, besides I know you want more than just my fingers", his voice carrying the cockiness of someone far more experienced but you can't complain, for both his actions and words were easily bringing you closer to the edge. Ignoring the stickiness of his fingers he lightly massaged your butt cheeks before kneeling right behind them. The sight of your flushed, naked body was enough to get him going, something that he dare not admit.

From the corner of your eye, you saw him opening his bedside drawer to retrieve a condom. Well, atleast one of you were prepared for this, just as he finished putting on the thin protection, he asked you,

" I'm putting it in y/n", he didn't make it sound like a question but it wasn't until you nodded in approval, that he moved. Groaning lightly, Sakusa entered you inch by inch, making the process as slow as possible so could clearly feel the delicious stretch his thick cock provided. You were already panting by the time he bottomed out in you, as he started moving his hips you rolled yours to match his pace, creating a steady rhythm.

Both your pants and body were in sync, building up pleasure that soon reached its peak, the roll of your hips and the sound of his name from your mouth urged him to take a hold of your hips and drive his pulsating member further into your cunt. He felt your walls clenching around him when your body experienced the well awaited orgasm, quivering beneath him like. The sudden pressure added on to his cock made your boyfriend follow right after. The both of you were still riding your high when he lowered his torso on to your back, sweat slicked bodies on top of each other, you wondered what kind of face he would be making right about now. Hoping it wasn't one of disgust, you turned your face to the side, his endearing curls tickling your ears as he kept his nose buried in the nape of your neck.

There was a serene quality to the room where the two of you laid still until Sakusa got up abruptly, you knew that it was bath time even before he uttered anything.

" Let's eat", his soft voice seemed almost like a whisper which was confusing and astonishing at the same time when he tossed one towel to you and quickly wiped himself with the other.

Making quick work of the cleaning, you both went to the living room where you pulled out the bento box from your bag. It felt cold against your hand but this time it didn't make you sad because now you were sure that the person next to you wouldn't reject it.

Opening the box, you noticed they got a little crushed, probably because of you tossing your bag aside dejectedly when you first arrived, the previously well made onigiri lost their original shape but you hoped they tasted the same.

Gingerly showing him the box you thought about quickly explaining it's condition and telling him about how you made it in the most hygienic way possible for a human but the words died in your mouth when Sakusa briskly took one piece out and munched on the distorted rice ball. You watched him chew, waiting became too nerve-racking so you blurted, " How is it Kiyoomi?!", Talk about putting pressure on a guy but it didn't deter him from telling you the truth.

" It's good", the simple reply he gave was the best, you thought, his words were never grandiose, just to the point that's what made you believe them everytime he decides to be honest with you.

"Next time...", He mumbled in between his increasing breaths and tinted cheeks,"Lets make it together".

#Haikyuu #haikyuu smut #haikyuu!! #haikyū!! #hq #hq imagines #haikyuu season 4 #haikyuu s4 #Sakusa #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x reader #haikyuu Sakusa #Sakusa kiyoomi x reader #haikyuu x reader #smut #sakusa smut #x reader #haikyuu sakusa kiyoomi #haikyuu scenario #haikyuu scenarios

[nagito-kissmaeda]

I really don't know if requests are open so I'm sorry if I didn't noticed they're closed 💔 However if they are open could you please write Nagito with female s/o that lost bet to Hiyoko and running around island in maid dress?

ミ☆ Sorry this took me so long! Also it got very nasty and i hope that is okay lol. I can’t help myself when it comes to Nagito. Word count: 2024 Contains: NSFW, fem reader, they/them pronouns, explict sexual content, voyeurism ミ☆ Please send me a DM or an ask if you’d like me to write something for you!

This is humiliating. 

The Jabberwock island sun is burning down hot as always, you can feel the skin of your bare arms already starting to burn and your legs are getting sweaty under the thick thigh high socks. This outfit was not designed for this weather, but clearly Hiyoko Saionji cared very little about that fact.

She is walking beside you, snickering behind a hand. The six inch heels she has forced you into makes her seem even shorter than usual.

You sigh, “How much longer?”

“I told you! One whole lap of the islands!” She taps a finger to her chin, feigning thoughtfulness, “We’re about...halfway done.”

You huff and cross your arms. You don't usually wear heels, your feet are already starting to ache, and the unpaved path on central island makes it even harder for you to walk, “Can I at least take the shoes off?”

Saionji scoffs, “Uh, obviously not. The heels are essential. You think i'm just gonna let you run around in sneakers? What would even be the fucking point?”

“Yeah, yeah, Okay. I get it.” 

To be fair, this was all your fault. After waking up from the Neo World Program, you and the rest of your classmates found that the island was a mess and had spent the past few months slowly making it livable. It must have been rotten luck that got you paired with Saionji to clean out the back room in the diner on the second island. Apparently the waitresses who worked there before the island was abandoned used to wear sexy maid costumes, and there happened to be one in your size. Saionji had said something about a bet, that if you were game enough to walk around in the maid costume, she would take on your cleaning duties for the next three days. It was a bad idea, you really should have said no.

There's a gust of wind and your short skirt flutters around your thighs. You clench your jaw and try your best to keep your panties from showing. Saionji laughs again. 

“Remember when we bumped into Hanamura earlier and he said that he thought you looked-”

“Shut up, Saionji.” You hiss, walking a little faster as you cross the bridge over to the first island, “Withstanding your ridicule was not part of the deal.”

“Yeah, but it wasn't not not part of the deal.” She sticks her tongue out. 

The heels are so loud on the wooden slats of the bridge, and it takes a decent amount of effort to stop yourself from getting stuck in one of the gaps and tripping. You can tell Saionji thinks it is very funny how hard you need to focus on your own feet. 

“Okay.” She says as you step out onto the island, “One loop here, and then back to the second island. You might actually manage it if you dont trip and break a leg on the way back,”

You shoot her a glare, “Was that a threat?”

She shrugs, “Just saying you should watch where you walk” She playfully taps your shin with the side of her foot, you manage not to stumble, but it was still a dirty move. 

Before you are able to call her out for her nasty trick, Saionji laughs again and nods her head in the direction of the cabins. You’ve just made your way in through the front gate, and are about to head down to the restaurant, “Look who was lucky enough to leave his cottage right as were walking past.”

Saionji’s intonation on the word lucky makes your stomach twist and turn. You’re too afraid to follow her line of sight, swallowing nervously and looking down at the ground, “Hey, uh, i think I’m calling it here. You win.”

You move to walk away, buy Saionji grabs you by the wrist, “What are you chickening out for? I didn't realise you were such a loser.”

“Saionji” You warn, glaring down at her, “You better let me go or else i will-”

“Ah, hello!” Komaeda interrupts. You freeze, heart racing at the sound of his voice. This is literally the worst thing that could have possibly happened. Your cheeks are burning “How lucky it is that I get to see the both of...ah…” His voice slowly trails off as he notices what you are wearing. It's with a newfound desperation that you struggle to escape Saionji’s grip, but she holds fast. 

“Hey, Weirdo.” Saionji jeers, her hand still tight around your wrist, “Do you like this cute outfit I found?”

“Oh...I...uh…” 

You let your eyes slip up to his face. Komaeda has his hair up in a ponytail and his cheeks are burning red as he stares down at the length of bare thigh peeking out from the top of your stockings. You can hear the sound of your heart beating in your ears.

You like Komaeda. As in, you really like Komaeda. 

Seeing him getting all flustered is doing strange things to your stomach, but you are still frozen with embarrassment. 

“I think he likes it~” Saionji taunts, smirking up at you. 

His eyes are combing over you, his lower lip pulled in between his teeth. There's warmth between your thighs, your fingernails are digging into your palms. You barely even notice as you start getting bolder, gently brushing the hemline of your skirt with your hand, tugging it a little further up your thigh. Komaeda’s throat bobs. 

“Did...did Saionji make you do this?” He asks.

You nod, still feeling too overwhelmed to actually say anything. He must see the way you are looking at him, the way his blush runs all the way down to his collarbones, the way you want desperately to see more of his skin. His eyes meet yours questioning, but hungry. 

“You look…” he heaves a shaky breath, eyes quickly flitting over to Saionji  like he is trying to remind himself that she is still there, “...good.”

You grip onto the fabric of your skirt to stop your hands from shaking, “Thank you. Um-” you look down at your toes for a moment,  “Hanamura got kind of weird about it, but i'm uh…” you look back up at Komaeda, his eyes are perfect and green, “I’m glad that you like it…”

He’s just staring at you now, and you hope that he understands the meaning of your words. That maybe this whole embarrassing ordeal is worth it if he finds you attractive. You want him so badly, you want him to want you so badly. The way his eyes roam over your body makes you quiver with something. Nerves? Excitement? 

“What the fuck is happening right now?”

You and Komaeda are suddenly pulled from a trance and forced to look back down at Saionji. She’s staring up at you with a mix of horror and confusion.

You feel a bolt of arousal shoot down to your center when Komaeda turns to her and says, “Would you mind leaving us alone, Saionji-san?”

Saionji blinks, “Huh? We’ve still got to walk all the way back to the second island or they lose the bet! I'm not going anywhere in case she cheats!”

“Bet’s off.” You say, pulling your wrist from her grasp and taking a step closer to Komaeda. God, even with the heels on he is still taller than you, “You should really go.”

Saionji barks a laugh, “Fine, but you better not complain when you have cleaning duty all next week.” 

He is very subtle about it, but you feel the cool touch of Komaeda’s fingers on your bare thigh, he stares at Saionji over your shoulder and is much less polite when he says, “Saionji, leave.” 

You don't turn around, but you hear the sound of sandals clattering on wood as she dashes out of the hotel area. The second she is out of view, Komaeda grabs you by the shoulders and pins you up against the wall of the closet cottage (Souda’s? It really doesn't matter) breathing so heavily that you can see his shoulders shaking.

“I’m...I’m so sorry...I” He back pedals, letting his arms fall to the sides, “I don't know what came over me, I'm such garbage i-”

Fuck it, you think. Grabbing the front of his coat and tugging his lips up against yours. It takes him a moment to recognise what is even happening, but the second he does, his large hands grab tight on either side of your waist and he kisses you back in a fervor. You can feel him moan against your lips, and it’s too much for you. So you spin him around until he is the one with his back up against the wall, jamming your knee in between his legs and shoving one hand up under his shirt. His skin is smooth, you can feel his ribs under your fingers. He whimpers under your lips when your tongue enters his mouth, tangling with his, and one of his hands creeps down to the short hemline of your skirt, slipping his fingers up underneath. You hear him choke on a moan when he finds that your stockings are being held up by a garter-belt. 

“You’re killing me.” He hisses against your mouth. 

You lift up the knee between his legs and grind it against his crotch. He makes the cutest little noise, hips wriggling against the pressure of your knee until he is basically fucking himself on it. You moan at the sight of him, cheeks red, hair mussed, writhing against you desperately. 

“That’s a good boy.” You whisper in his ear, pressing a kiss to the side of his throat, “Does that feel nice?”

“Hng-I….I…” he throws his head backward until it collides with the wall, “What about..ahhAH...what about you?”

Watching him like this is getting you wet enough as it is, you smirk and suck gently on his pulse point, “What about me? I want to watch you cum, sweetheart. That’s what i want.”

His green eyes are blown wide when they meet yours, he swallows, “Out….outside?”

“Yeah, baby.” You press your knee up even harder and relish in the choked sound he makes, “Right here.” 

You aren't sure what it is about the maid costume that gives you this confidence, but you feel powerful. Watching Komaeda moan and drool as he grinds furiously against your stocking-clad knee is only making you feel sexier. 

The hand you have under his shirt sneaks upward even further, he squeaks when you rub one of his nipples between your thumb and forefinger, “You think you can cum for me, sweetheart?”

He nods furiously, hips quivering as you continue biting and sucking your way down his throat and over his shoulder. You can feel him growing more desperate, you can feel his pressing his throbbing cock harder and harder against the unyielding pressure of your knee. His mouth is hung open, drool is dripping down his chin and he is flushed all the way down to his chest. You moan just from the mere sight of him, your sex clenching with desire, but that would have to wait. You wanted to watch him come undone.

“I…I’m” he whines, writhing and panting against you, “I’m so close…”

“You’re going to cum?”

Komaeda makes a noise of affirmation, but it mostly just sounds like a moan. You grin and push your knee up even higher, leaning in to lick up the shell of his ear.

“Go on, then.” You whisper, “Cum for me, pretty boy,”

A moan rips through him. So loud that anyone nearby must have heard it. His hips quiver and shake against you, grinding and wriggling and then finally coming to a stop. He looks godlike, his hair fucked five ways to hell and his eyes glazed over with arousal. A shaky giggle escapes his mouth, and then he licks his lips. 

“Okay. Your turn”

You don't resist when he grabs you by the hand and pulls you to his cottage. Maybe Saionji actually helped you out for once, even if she didn't mean it. 

#komaeda x reader #/request #nagito x reader #komaeda nagito #nagito komaeda #danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #sdr2 #iamjustsimpingheredontmindme

[ramblings-of-a-mad-cat]

redemption arc this, redemption arc that, can we please just get a character who gets worse as the story goes on. seeing someone corrupt is WAY more interesting imho

You want Evan Hansen, my friend.

There is a movie that has come out, but it doesn't look very good to me and from what I'm hearing, it's actually hot garbage. Among other reasons, they cut important songs. Basically always try to find the staged version of the Dear Evan Hansen musical if you're going to check it out. And do check it out because it's an amazing story. So if you can locate any, ah...slime tutorials, definitely jump at the chance to check this out. You'll thank me later. The rest of this post is just going to be me gushing so feel free to punch out for the day.

The protagonist starts out as a shy and awkward kid with depression and no friends, who winds up in a very tricky position where he can either embarrass himself and break the heart of a mother who's just lost her son...or he can tell a lie. A lie that is basically harmless (or at least, well intended) at first. But gradually begins to grow and snowball into something far worse. It reaches the point where Evan is not lying to help this grieving family, he's doing it for personal gain, and the whole thing becomes very unhealthy by the end. He starts out innocent, having been put in a position where the right answer was difficult to gauge, and he could be forgiven for making a mistake. But overtime, he descends further into selfishness and manipulation. Helping the broken family, helping the people who were inspired by the lie, it's not about that anymore. It all becomes secondary to Evan, it comes after having his emotional needs met by the dead son's parents and sister. (Who he starts dating...so yikes.)

Y'know what, I can't be vague anymore, I've got to get into spoilers. Because I have so many thoughts about this production and all of these moments. When it reaches the point of the Murphys literally offering Connor's college fund to Evan...holy heck, was that uncomfortable. The lie had just gone way too far, and even if all of it had been true...giving Evan Connor's old tie is one thing. It's sweet. But at a certain point, they really needed to stop giving Evan Connor's old things. I know Heidi was probably just feeling hurt and jealous, but she wasn't entirely wrong. Connor's parents were using Evan as a replacement goldfish, even if they were doing it unconsciously. Hey, here's a thought. Evan was spending many nights at the Murphy's house by Act II. Where was he sleeping? I don't see them making him take the couch, and I doubt they'd let him sleep in Zoe's room...what does that leave? Yeah, Evan was totally sleeping in Connor's room. I can just imagine Cynthia waving off his stammers with a line like "Of course Connor wouldn't mind, silly!" Eesh, shivers. Seriously, Evan is the villain of this story. He is the antagonist, really.

This is why "Good For You" and "So Big, So Small" are two of the most powerful songs in the show (Though, nothing will ever top "Words Fail" like...like ever.) In the former, Evan's lie is finally stretched to it's breaking point, and the stress of maintaining it is really getting to him. He's hurt the people who actually cared about him, who always did - with no need for Evan to lie. Yes, Jared and Alannah were kind of annoying, but they were facing demons just like Evan, and we saw how "annoying" he was to people himself. They cared about Evan, they were friendly to him. Don't even get me started on Heidi. Evan has just taken everything for granted, and his line "It's not my fault that other people can." To Heidi, just...Heidi is probably my favorite character. She did not deserve that crap. I know she wasn't always there for her child emotionally, and he had mental illness so that's a pretty significant failing...but it's not like it was her fault. She was working like, what, three jobs? To keep a roof over their heads? She was doing everything she could. In the end, the Murphys don't forgive Evan (I suppose Zoe kind of does, after a while) but Heidi forgives him and I think that's kind of brilliant.

This show is just the kind of human drama that I absolutely devour. The emotions and situations that invoke them are incredible. And I can think of no finer example of a good person descending into villainy. This isn't Star Wars or Harry Potter, there's no "dark side" for them to fall into. No, this is just human beings making choices with nuance, and getting complacent with their crimes, desensitized to what they've done when they don't have to face consequences. And Evan seeing himself as he really is, having lost everything that he'd gained...especially given that he's a person with depression...fucking hell, Words Fail makes me choke up every single time. Here's a dark thought. Read the lyrics and tell me they don't sound like a suicide note. They totally do, and now you can never unsee it.

And possibly the best part is that unlike most stories that use this plot, where the shady character deceives their friends and gets caught during the climax? Evan is not forgiven. Connor's parents will have nothing to do with him. Zoe eventually seems to show understanding for why he did it, but they don't get back together. They part on peaceful, if somewhat awkward, terms. After a year, mind you. Evan doesn't get to keep the bonds that he formed - because of how he formed them. Because of his lies. That's realistic and it's good that he faced consequences, but also good that they weren't life-ending consequences. I'm so glad he got to reconcile with Heidi.

#Dear Evan Hansen #Writing #Fictional Characters #Writing Tropes #Evan Hansen #Zoe Murphy #Heidi Hansen

[prettyboyporter]

Actual soft prompt: Steve wants to give Billy a nice date but they obviously can't go out together so Steve says he'll cook dinner at his house but he can't actually cook that well so he orders food from a fancy restaurant and tries to pretend like he made it and Billy is like baby, I don't care if we eat fancy mac and PB and J just as long as we're together.

It wasn’t that Billy didn’t appreciate chicken parmesean. 

Truly, it was one of his favorite meals. On the rare occasions when he’d eaten it, he took his time, chewing each bite slowly so that he could savor every moment of it.

Tender chicken covered in a crisp bread coating, topped with tangy tomato sace and bubbling mozzerella with that just started to turn golden brown. 

Served with a side of pasta and a salad, Billy felt like he’d truly ascended. 

He looked down at the plate in front of him. It looked perfect. Too perfect. 

That was the problem. 

There was the fact that not one skillet, bowl, or plate seemed to have been touched in the Harrington’s kitchen. 

And then there was the Enzo’s bag poking out of the garbage. 

Billy smiled up at Steve and took his hand as they sat next to each other at the Harrington’s kitchen table. 

“Happy birthday, baby,” Steve said, and kiss the back of Billy’s hand -- pressed his lips to the fine scars there, something that never failed to take Billy’s breath away. “I hope you like it.” 

“I’m one lucky son of a bitch, you know that?” Billy said as he kissed Steve’s fingers and started digging into this food. “A hot boyfriend who will cook this for me? This is fucking delicious.” 

“Well. Ah. About that.” 

Billy took another bite of Enzo’s finest food. “Baby-”

“-this food? I mean. I tried to cook it yesterday and-”

“Steve-”

“-it didn’t work? Like I ended up with chicken that was both burnt and raw and I can’t like, figure out how I even managed that one but-”

“Baby-”

“-anyways. I wanted you to have a special meal. You know? I wanted to show you how much I love you with food that I made and god I fucked it all up.” 

“Sweetie listen to me.” He took Steve’s hand again. “I don’t give a fuck if you served me bologna from Bradley’s Big Buy on Wonder bread. I don’t care if you boil up some Kraft mac n cheese. And I don’t care if you order out from Enzo’s and give me that, either. All that matters?” He rubbed his foot against Steve’s under the table and rubbed his fingers along “Is that you chose me. Still can’t figure that one out. But you are what makes my birthday special. All the rest is just icing.” 

“Yeah. Well. I bought that too,” Steve laughed. “Red velvet with cream cheese frosting from Sinclair’s Bakes.” 

Billy leaned over and kissed Steve’s lips. “Stevie?”

“Mm,” Steve replied, a little dazed from Billy’s kiss. 

“Gonna lick that icing off of your dick later.” 

“Was already counting on it. I asked for a small side of it.” 

“God I love you.” 

Steve leaned in and gave Billy another kiss. “I love you too. Now eat your food before it gets cold.” 

#harringrove #my fic #my writing #soft times at ridgemont high #soft fic for hard times #Anonymous

[itswhumpday]

Whumper is a workaholic and basically refuses to take care of themselves until whatever they're working on is done. During one of their extended stays in their room, they pass out abd caretaker forces them to take a break so they don't, you know, die.

Hope it’s okay if, instead of room, I made it a garage! Overworking is dangerous... Especially if you work with dangerous objects, hihi. Love your prompts! Caretaker should leave it alone. They should know when they’re not wanted. But it’s hard to. They look out the window, grumbling. Across the snowy fields, they can see a light on.  

It’s always like this in the winter. Since there’s no crops and Whumpee never saves enough for a greenhouse, they start taking on mechanics jobs - which there’s always plenty of in the cold seasons. 

At first, it’s Whumpee’s excitement that leaves them for hours and hours inside of that damn garage. Caretaker can see the lights until late at night. They want to be done with it, they want to make it right. They dive in to the machines they’re given to fix, trying to find the problem, struggling to find solutions. Then anxiety gave in, Caretaker has seen it a million times. They get frustrated, don’t know where the problem is, much less how to fix it and the deadlines they give approach and other customers bring in more work. Pleasure turns to stress. The garage lights never go out. 

Caretaker doesn’t want to be a nosy neighbor, but they have been best friends for so long, that the idea of them overworking is scary. 

“You need to take a break”, they had said, when they went to visit the other day to bring them some food, knowing they’d probably be eating garbage as usual. 

“I can’t! I need to finish this so I can pay my bills for the winter”, Whumpee had replied, their anger showing through their voice. 

“If the problem is money, I’ll help. You know my crops were good this year.” 

Whumpee had looked so offended. They crossed their arms. 

“I can do it. I’m not some child who needs to be picked up.” Caretaker tried to say something else but Whumpee stopped them. “I think it might be time for you to go. I have work to do.” 

And now there they are. It’s the middle of the night, too. At first, Caretaker was only watching the window to know how far they would go, thinking they’d stop eventually. Now they make it kind of a sick game of chicken. Who will be awake the longest. 

Their eyes follow a movement coming from their neighbor’s garage door. Smoke. White and grey. Doesn’t look like it’s coming from the fireplace. They should leave it alone… But then again, it doesn’t hurt to check.  ___

Caretaker really should leave it alone, Whumpee thought earlier that night, with their face still red with anger from the fight.  It was easy for Caretaker. They always had great crops, they had that great greenhouse and their family was closeby to lend some help. Whumpee had moved alone there to make a brand new start. But they don’t call it start if you already had something. Now they have a house and some crops, but it’s hard to make it on your own. 

Heat is what’s killing them at the moment. With all that snow out there, it’s a necessity, but also a pretty pricey one.

The garage is always deliciously cozy because of the overheating motors. Sometimes, they even close the windows to keep the warmth in - even if they know they shouldn’t. Working also helps them cut out on heat. See? Caretaker doesn’t get this. 

Tonight, however, it’s being hard to concentrate. The fight really threw them off their rhythm. Coffee is only making them more jittery, but their eyes are heavy. The motor of this car is the issue, so no extra heat. Their hands have been shaking for a while. 

They sit on the car and turn it on to test the fix they’ve been making. The car chokes, but then wakes to life. Whumpee smiles at it. Suddenly, however, they start to hear the sound of the motor from the other side of a tunnel. The seat is so comfortable… The garage feels so nice and toasty. Perhaps Caretaker was right. Perhaps a little rest now that they’ve made it. 

Their eyes slowly close.  ___

Caretaker thinks they should have left it alone all the way across their property, over the fence and into the snowy fields of his friend. The wind blows snow into their eyes and their boots are still wet from the day before. They were in such a rush they hardly closed their coat, so the sides are flying back. They cross their arms and soldier on, however, following the smoke. 

When they get to it, they hear the sound of a motor inside. They try to open the door, but it’s locked from the inside, probably by an angry Whumpee after Caretaker got out that way. They go around, looking for a window, but they’re all closed. Caretaker lets out a curse. 

They clear the ice out of one the windows, trying to peek inside. 

The driver’s door is opened and Whumpee is sitting inside. At first, it seems like they’re reaching for some wires under the panel, but they’re not moving. Caretaker curses again. They look around until they find a rock under the snow. They’ll have to pay Whumpee back later. With a swift throw, they break the window. Hot air escapes from inside, smelling of burnt gasoline. 

Caretaker takes the rest of the glass out before climbing in. Inside, the smell is overthrowing. Pulling their sweater over their mouth, they manage to get to the car and turn it off. They take Whumpee by the shoulders, shaking them so they wake up. Their eyes open slightly, but their mouth is half open, trying to form words. 

Caretaker puts their friend’s arm across their shoulders and pulls them out. Whumpee’s knees are weak, so they grab their waist too. They go to the garage door and kick it, sending the lock to the side. 

The cold outside hits them, in contrast with the heat of the garage, so fast Caretaker feels dizzy. Both of them fall to their knees. But that’s just what they needed: fresh air. Whumpee breathes in, coughs, breathes in again. 

“You’re taking a break.” Caretaker decrees. “Whether you want it or not.” 

Whumpee has a hard time disagreeing. Their head lolls to the side, laying on Caretaker’s shoulder, breathing fast the cold air of the night, in an out. 

“Okay.” As always, if you have a request, my askbox is always open. 

#whump prompt #whump drabble #overworking #whump #beanwhump #beanprompts

[popatochisssp]

ooh! asks are open! if you're not accepting, don't worry about it! if u are, then how do you hc each skeles ideal job and actual job in the human world?

Their ideal and actual jobs are the same, because I am a softie who wants all her boys to be happy so everybody’s got jobs they enjoy!

As for specifics, I’ve talked about some in passing, but see the full list below! ;3

Sans (Undertale): He has two! He’s a delivery driver and does security for the local mall. The former is a natural extension of his lazy demeanor and special abilities– teleportation lets him make all his deliveries near-instantly and then he spends the rest of the time allotted to him napping in his truck or taking a Grillby’s break. On weekends, he moonlights as a mall cop and it’s equally his speed since it’s a lot of observation and ‘policing’ but very little actual responsibility. He may also, on the side, sell a few bootlegs here and there, but you’d be very hard-pressed to catch him at it.

Papyrus (Undertale): Strip club bouncer. I am one million percent behind this, he would love this job and be loved at this job, and he deserves that. But that’s just his night-job, he has a day-job too since he likes to keep busy and while the sun is up, he’s a personal trainer! He’s fantastic at encouraging people through their work-out routines and they find it easier to stick to their healthy diets and make good choices when the alternative is the horrific thought of………disappointing Papyrus…! He’s very good at his job and has so much fun with it that he barely even thinks of it as a job.

Sky (Underswap Sans): Lots of these skeletons do double-duty and with as much energy as Sky has, you know he’s one of ‘em: he’s a firefighter as his main career, and on the side he bartends. He’s a physically fit guy who loves the idea of being a hero, and he also has no skin or lungs, so he can get into lots of places in a burning building that his human coworkers can’t– and that’s without even factoring in the shortcut ability. But he’s not at the station 24/7 and he likes to be productive, so he picks up bartending shifts where he can. He’s very precise with his pours and he’s very charming and sociable with patrons, so he’s a joy to have on shift for everybody!

Paps (Underswap Papyrus): Only one job for this guy, he’s a librarian! He is a huge literature nerd and the Underground only had what just so happened to fall down and not get completely ruined. Getting to work in a place with thousands of books he’s never seen before is awesome–and so is the actual job! It’s pretty quiet as a rule and the stakes are low, so he ends up liking most of the people he interacts with. A chill work environment for a chill skeleton, he’s very happy here!

Jasper (Underfell Sans): He’s a mechanic, and also moonlights at the infamous ‘dog stand. He likes working with his hands and doesn’t mind getting a little dirty. That plus his intricate knowledge of mechanics makes working at an auto shop a good fit for him. He ends up actually missing a little bit of his routine Underground, though– goddamn nostalgia… When the Asgore in his universe decrees that his subjects who owned shops and food businesses Underground reopen on the surface, a political move to improve human relations and make more positive associations with the very intimidating, violent-looking monsters– he actually decides to go for it and starts manning his ‘dog stand whenever he feels like it. He makes some mean hot-animals and is actually one of the more personable of the Fell-monsters so he’s doing his bridge-building duty pretty well, even if only as a weekend kinda thing.

Pyre (Underfell Papyrus): He’s still the Captain of the Royal Guard, but…monsters are making some very strong moves toward demilitarization and in peace-times, there’s just not all that much for him to do. Somewhere in all of his new downtime he takes up studying law and eventually makes a career out of it. Lawyer is kind of a natural job for a guy who’s intelligent, has a great head for details, and doesn’t shy away from an argument, so once he makes it through law school in record time, he’s a sight to behold in the courtroom: eloquent, passionate, and always sharply-dressed! He specializes in human/monster rights-related cases and will even do some pro bono consulting for the causes he deems worthy, but if you can pay his fee and he doesn’t completely loathe you, he’ll take pretty much any case. If he’d been born on the surface to start with, though, he may have pursued a career in acting– he’s has a lot of natural talent and still counts it as one of his interests, but… it’s been soured, just a little bit, by the nasty role he had to play Underground. He’ll probably only pick it up again as a hobby, at most.

Mal (Swapfell Sans): Like Pyre, he doesn’t want to– and won’t!– give up his position as Captain of the Royal Guard so lightly, but on the surface with monsters integrating into peaceful human society, he has a lot more spare time than he did before and has to figure out something to do with it. He eventually settles in as an actuary. Numbers are and have kind of always been his happy-place: mathematics is cold, hard logic, cause-and-effect that’s simple the way nothing in the messy real world ever is, and aside from physical training losing himself in statistics and probabilities is the best sense of flow he’s ever been able to slip into. Once he gets his degrees accredited, it’s very easy for him to find employment running numbers and he’d start off somewhere in the insurance industry. He’d be fine there for awhile– he’s firm and impersonal, and not easily swayed by sob-stories– but eventually the way the industry is structured to benefit corporations over people becomes a little much for even him to handle. From there, he’ll move on into the private sector and do a lot of freelance consulting for companies to analyze and manage risk. It’s very boring and nerdy to just about anyone who isn’t him, but he likes the work!

Rus (Swapfell Papyrus): He’s a commission artist. He doesn’t like going out too much and the idea of getting any of the entry-level jobs he’s qualified for–retail and customer service, mostly– makes him want to puke and/or die a little. When he finds out there’s a thriving community of people requesting and paying for art online, he is so there. He takes a little time to get familiar with digital art and generates a presence for himself online to attract interest and then opens himself up to commissions. He has almost no limits on what he’s willing to draw and quickly stumbles across the furry scene, the kink scene, and the places they overlap, so he gets paid really well and gets to work from home while doing it. For the sake of his brother’s reputation, he tries not to mention or show any of the explicit stuff he works on in front of anybody they know, but he’s personally unashamed about it.

Slate (Horrortale Sans): Ever since his head injury, he’s not really capable of holding down a job– his short-term memory is garbage and his ability to learn and process new tasks is a lot slower than any reasonable employer would be understanding of, so that rules out pretty much all his options right there. Since monsters hit the surface in his universe, though, humanity was shocked and appalled by the circumstances Underground and in spite of some fear and condemnation, the outpouring of pity and sympathy was enormous. A lot of legislation ended up quickly pushed through so that monsters could get regular stipends in reparations for their imprisonment and suffering, and also can receive disability benefits if deemed eligible. With a giant hole in his head and all that comes with it, he’s eligible so he doesn’t need a job, but at the insistence of his brother, he does need to get out of the house. His aimless wandering eventually leads him to an animal shelter seeking volunteers. He likes the pups and kitties because they’re soft and cute, plus they’re all down on their luck like he was. He’s very gentle with even the most aggressive animals and after a very short time volunteering there, he gains a bit of a reputation as a miracle worker…but he doesn’t really care about that, he’s just happy to help the little fuzzballs out.

Papy (Horrortale Papyrus): Like his brother, he gets a reparations stipend from the human government but unlike his brother, he’s not eligible for disability– nor would he want to be! He craves getting to be a productive member of society again since he…wasn’t of nearly as much use, Underground as he wished he could’ve been. Entry-level jobs would be fine for him, anything to be out and gainfully employed, but he’s rapidly dissatisfied with any of the jobs he takes. He knows that cashiers and clerks and receptionists are all very valuable parts of an infrastructure, but it’s just…not really for him? He wants to make a bigger difference, he wants to help people, and that’s what leads him to nursing. Between his brother’s disability benefits, their reparations, and his wages from part-time employment, he’s able to put himself through school without putting any serious strain on their financial situation and eventually graduates to registered nurse. From his underground experiences he’s no stranger to blood, other human bodily fluids, or even death, so handling it in the context of trying to save lives is something he’s not only capable of, but delighted to be a part of. He’s definitely a little down when one of his patients doesn’t make it, but he’s not devastated by it: he just vows to keep doing his best so that he can help as many people as possible!

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[riccahgalindo]

Found it (Short Story) 2700 words

"I'm done. I don't believe in love anymore"

Contemplating in the black sanded beach and when the waves crashes to the shore, the memories recurs all the joyful happenings when we were together. As the seabreeze touches my eyes the pungent sirocco entered my iris and that goes along with the fluid in my eyes began to shed tears. Holding tightly the sand feeling like the point of the needle stitches my palms. And I said "I'm a queen with or without."

Back when we were together

We were really hitched to each other. That was my unbelievable feelings that I got attached into him. In all of my suitors, the love for him I felt was sincere. He is a tall guy with a sexy lips, a seducing eyes, and a sporty. After class hours he always goes to my school to accompany me to go home. We were really happy back then, we play jokes to each other. Everytime I have a training for dancing, he guard or watch me dance even it's dark outside and the big thing is his house is far. Until the time reached that he replied so cold. I hope when they ask you about me and you find yourself thinking back on all of our memories, I hope you ache in regret as the truth hits you like a bullet and you find yourself replying; "she loved me more than anyone else in the entire world and I destroyed her." but in my mind I am a  feeling woman and I don't need a man. People come and go so if he think he "played" me ,but who ended up losing ? I mean what did l lose? a boy that didn't appreciate what I did for him ? what did you let go ? a girl that would go out of her way to please you, and someone that rode with you thick and thin. a girl who loved you regardless of your flaws.You can easily be replaced, buta girl like me? good luck finding a girl who put up with you like I did, sorry but u played ur own damn self. I even remembered how I let him go and cried after I was replaced with a acolyte of church. So I message him "We gotta end this, it's not my intention to leave you but I know where this relationship goes.I know about your side chick yoooo I'm still better than her where is our agreement that if you'll find another girl make sure that it's more beautiful than me, but I'm good now.  Sorry we really have dispargements that is which we can't hold it anymore. But thank you anyways thank you for giving me a chance to find someone better than you. This is the end of you and me. "

It's been 10 months and I haven't seen a replacement of that guy. I even made a jangle with his side chick which is he substituted me with a girl that is near on him or let's call his "classmate" which now they're already done and the last guffaw is on me with the raised eyebrow and a smirk. And when I heared gossips that she called me "unattractive", I felt so indignant at the same time I how could you accept being called "unattractive" when you know yourself that you're more gorgeous than her so I immediately chatted her like I want to strike her a keyboard in her face and this how it goes.

"Hi hobo, was 'bout to give no time 'bout you but I heard you're talking 'bout me. Gossips that makes me in a mood for chaos. Sorry to interupt but you're too fortunate talking to me now. You might have forgotten what you are hitting. You really find yourself pretty huh? yet your looks' too common. God my skin care cost pricey than you. Save your skin or I'll tear that shit off. Ohhh shoot heard 'bout your rumors.Protect it, it may ruin your reputation. It's alright if you're hot and smart as me but biiiitch, you're just a piece of rubbish to me. So breathe for now, I'll give you air. Free to challenge me, you'll lose cus I got more attitude than you.AND watch out cus you two won't last. Now shoooo shady biatch! Je m'en fous"

"Huh? What did I do to you"

"Heard gossips that you called me 'unattractive'? Don't pretend you don't know cus my friend reported it to me from your friends in your school. Sad for you, even your friends are back stabbing you hahahah. Now prick, admit it!"

"Sorry but I didn't say anything that can hurt you and I don't want to argue"

"Be careful with me because I'm more venomous than you.

Whether you said it or not I'm telling you.I was thinking the same too you're ugly as me too but you're even uglier. But thank you anyways for your opinion infairness you're the only one calling me that in my whole life.hahahha. And also you're a perfect definition of ''PAIN IN THE EYES''. AND GET AN EYE TEST SIS, YOU NEED THAT, MAYBE YOUR STIGMATISM ARE HIGHER THAN YOUR CHARACTER OKAYYYY TIME, SHUTTING THE DOOR AND GET SOME MANNERS."

The relieve I felt was smooth. I didn't expected that because I'm really a long tempered person and it just happened with a forthright attack or you haven't yet moved on girl?  The sensation I felt was relief after I lump her in the throat knowing that she even can't attack me because she's a puppy.

"Look after your girl cus she might be traumatised to everything I said. Doncha worry I just gave her basic learnings in life cus maybe she haven't experienced the overabundance of schooling. Flick the mouth outta your girl cus man, she lacks of respect." I said to my ex and I feel like I was possessed with a 6 evils.I was awake in the Reality that I stopped liking somone thatI liked a lot and suddenly notic that he was a shitty person and realize how blinded I wa by how much you liked them.

Until this one day, I got a text from a stranger. I was wondering who it was. Of course who can get the eyebrows high till I read on my text message.

"Hi, is this Billy? "

"Yeah.Who's this?"

" the handsome mankind"

"maybe an ambitious"

" don't be such a keyboard-lunatic. You really tap your cellphone angrily"

"where are you? I will really throw a book on you"

I was at the library where my sister was assigned, but I really study in the city and that time was there's no class so I went to our province so I can rest and help

"I'm in front of you."

"oh really? I'm facing a mop. Suits how you treat me. "

"hahahahah I will give you hint. I'm a varsity of the school here and you really knew me so much. It's really different right? When you really study to city, you've changed. It's really unusual when you're being called city girl now."

"If I will really caught you. Ready to be slapped. Challenge me, give me a clue"

"I'm wearing white"

"Are you dumb. Of course who will not gonna wear uniform in Mondays yet it's the school's policy"

"Do you know sarcasm? Why would I tell you my name?you're too quick, you escalated quickly marupok te? Single? Single? You're really pretty Billy, I adore you since grade 7.

I was really thinking who it was. And I cannot remember a single 'bad luck' to my junior years. So I grabbed my phone again and started calling him so I can know who it was

And then suddenly it rang to the corner of the room. And then I suddenly hold the chair and grasp and I peek like my neck got deformed.

WTAF?! I didn't know the person who I was chatting. He got  kick out to the library because of the boisterous  phone ringing with a black pink ringtone that is so deafening. The clemency I felt was inhuman because he got  kick out. So I messaged him to tell him if he's alright.

"Hello. Sorry for what I did. I didn't mean to do that. I was just being inquisitive"

"I feel pity of my friend you got kicked him out"

"What? You used your friend in your dumb doings? You're such an animal. How did you do that to him"

I already told you. Why would I reveal my identity? I quickly hand the phone to him and followed my friend after he got kick out while you're still in a verge of clemency because I know that you're wise but the score is on me now. I'm more brainer than you.

"You're a piece of shit."

"No. I'm already a piece on you. Don't worry I will unveil my identity to you. Not know but soon. Don't be such in a hurry. Bye. We're going to start our classes now. Let's just keep in touch"

"Your mom"

"Your Tita soon. Bye!"

"EW"

. Doncha worry I just gave her basic learnings in life cus maybe she haven't experienced the overabundance of schooling. Flick the mouth outta your girl cus man, she lacks of respect.

After their class hours got ended. I was looking for something to eat in the canteen. How I miss the cheap food there when I was in junior high like empanada, siomai,ginanggang, and all. If like I'm gonna spend my money eating snacks there in the city, it feels like my weekly allowance will be spently gone. As I have in my mind the memories when I was junior high in every corner of the canteen I would remember the countless happenings and looking like I'm out of my mind. As the vendor give the snack that I bought in every cherished snacks that I bought, I handed her the payment and she said "Oh dear you already hot paid by the student here" I was shocked like I bought so many snacks and a stranger paid for me like I was a homeless person in town. So I directly went out because the vendors are like looking at me like I read in their minds "maybe this girl has no money to buy her own food". As I went out, I got a text from the importunate stranger again and texted me

"Hey, are you full yet?"

"Are you thinking like I have no money to buy my own food? "

"Hahahahah I'm just practicing to be your ideal man, you're my wife so I'll feed you. I just want you to come back here"

So I was thinking maybe this guy is really a close friend to me so I made him feel conscience if he don't show his identity

"I will throw these snacks in the garbage if you will not show yourself"

So I put the snacks near the garbage but I put it on the clean slate

"How can I show you myself it's already afternoon and it's time to go home. I'm already at the gate."

So I picked up the snack and eat it like who cares he paid for it and I was tired from helping my sister in the library and it's just a waste if I will not eat it. So I started eating it.......

"You're easily to talk with. I thought you're gonna throw it in the garbage and I saw you eating voraciously there hahahaha"

I was ashamed there and quicked went to the library so I can pack my things so I can get to the bus station so I can go to the city because we will have our classes tomorrow. And as I have in my mind, I will know this stranger maybe he's in the alumni homecoming this coming December 31 and I will focus on my studies for now because in 31 our sembreak will be starting and I can do what I want. I arrived in the city 7pm in the evening and tiredly went off to my bed and I open my phone, I received a message from him again.

"Why did you left me?"

"Are you nuts? We're having our classes tomorrow and what you're gonna let me fail?"

"I was just kidding. Have you eaten yet?"

"Where did you boys got that phrases, where did you workshop for that. You got all the same message like you thought you're gonna make me fall from that words? It will never happen"

"Ouch, I will remember that. Watch out if you will fall in love to me"

"in your face"

"there's a beauty"

"you're making me annoyed. I will really sue you. It's really a harass."

"How can you sue me yonder you know me so well."

I was really tired from travelling so I sleep without replying him and day by day we always text, it's like having him he's like my 'reminder' every hour.even though I don't know him and somehow I will find it out soon who he is.

As day by day we chat, he slipped and give me a prefect clue who he was. I was really shocked and its just not so a close friend to me. "Can you please reveal your identity now?" '' "01000111

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01000010

01101111"

"What's that?"

"Nothing."

what?!!!!! Someone liked me in my freshman year and he was my classmate before. A guy who visits always in our classroom just to make pluck of his eyebrows since we're close in freshman year. I was just secretly keeping that I don't know the binary codes and just waited till the alumni drops off.

So as the alumni came by, I saw him there in a dark area where I went to him and I pinch him saying "Don't you think that I didn't know, who can beat a intelligent girl from that simple binary code. Huh?" he was actually sweating and he was denying that it was not him. Till he confessed that he liked me since we're classmates in grade 7. And who couldn't love him back who always treat me or give me chocolates with no name who gave it. He confessed it all. I was just being insensitive that there is a guy who totally liked me. And there, there goes my favorite song was played when it's time to dance "The night we met by Lord Huron, we danced solemnly and I have in my min thinking I also had a crush on you sincefreshman also and somehow thinking I was just being numb or I was just in a verge of thinking how can I moved on and the bad thing is they're cousins. Day by day, suddenly I fell for him. He really valued me and love me. He actually told my ex that "You know what? You're such a dumb. You replaced her from a slut. When you're in Billy's hands, you were really lucky really. An intelligent girl, talented, beautiful and gorgeous. You're finding for less?" and my heart touched there and I was like prove it love that he really just wasted me. He even beg me to meet his parents and I see how he respect, treasure, and love them by loving me. He taught me how to value things and things that I don't know

We started our relationship, we lift each other up, no matter how hard our situation is, we will do it together and promised we don't break each of our hearts. We all have pasts. We all made choices that maybe weren't the best ones. None of us are completely innocent, but we geta fresh start every day to be a better person than we were yesterday. Everytime I say "im so sorry for my behavior. that's what I am accept me or leave me, thats your choice. i can't do anything about that shit but I found him replying" Dumb. I will stay" and everytime I say "What would you do if I broke up with you?

"Get back with my ex"

"Now I see how much you care,

im done-"

"Hey you wanna go out?"

"Go with your ex."

"You are my ex"

And there he is,I found him, a man that I never want to lose

@queenlupitajones