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honey-on-your-tongue · 9 months

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Can I request reader teasing Miguel and trying to rile him up at a gathering, nearly getting him in trouble in front of your parents, so he just snaps and punishes you?

Aaaa my first Miguel request!!! Baby this idea has me crazyyyy.

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What else are you supposed to do? It's a small gathering of your parents' friends and Miguel is here. You're bored. You need something to do other than answer everyone's questions about how your second year of college is going for you.

And it's so easy. Miguel just about sets himself up. He walks into the kitchen when you're alone and he playfully squeezes your ass. How are you not supposed to rub your ass back against his crotch?

That little stunt of yours manages to make him harder than he already was. He gasps softly, a low groan leaving his lips as his hands grab onto your hips. He pushes you against the counter, pressing his body to yours.

His hard cock presses against your ass and you shudder, desire pooling between your thighs. “You dirty thing,” he says lowly, his mouth lowering to your ear. “What do you think you're doing?”

You shrug innocently. “Nothing, Mr. O'Hara,” you say in a sweet little tone. “I'm just helping my parents around in the kitchen.” You smirk softly as you turn to face him, one of your hands moving to the front of his jeans. You palm his hard-on through his pants and he groans, eyes fluttering shut.

You get a rise out of teasing him. Out of seeing him suffer a little.

You pull your hand away and say, “My mamá is waiting for the enchiladas.” You grab the platter of enchiladas and walk out of his arms, away from him.

Miguel stays where he is, hands gripping onto the counter too tight, body hunched over, breathing heavily. His eyes are shut hard, his mouth open as he pants in and out.

He feels like some goddamned beast on the verge of losing it. This is how your father finds him.

“Miguel, buddy, what's wrong?” he asks, patting Miguel's shoulder. “The party's outside.”

No, Miguel wants to say. That little princesa is outside, and she's a dangerous thing...

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Night falls. The party has gathered around a bonfire, drinking a few beers and sharing stories. You're sitting on one of the patio chairs, wearing Miguel's sweater, your arms crossed over your chest. You'd been cold. He wordlessly put his sweater on you.

You watch from afar as everyone chats and laughs and shares and—

You lock eyes with Miguel. From across the bonfire, he watches you like a predator stalking its prey. His eyes are sharp, dark, and it sends a shudder through you.

You have the audacity to grin at him and nod microscopically towards your house. You get up and walk inside, mostly unnoticed by the rest.

Miguel plans on waiting a few minutes to follow you, but he doesn't hold out for more than half a minute when he hops to his feet and murmurs something about going to the bathroom. Without caring if others heard him or not, he walks inside the house.

He finds you in the hall that leads to the staircase. You're leaning against the wall, his sweater lopsided, revealing your shoulder where you still have a hickey from the last time you two had an encounter.

He walks towards you, that innocent look on your face sending rage through him. And he loves it. The way you're so mean to him, purposely riling him up and then walking away–fuck, the way he needs to make you sorry you ever did it.

He reaches you and harshly pushes you against the wall. A soft gasp leaves you and guilt fills him as he realizes that he was too rough. He's about to apologize when he sees the way your eyes darken with lust and he raises an eyebrow with piqued interested.

He leans down a little, his lips inching closer to yours. Your breath hitches and you softly say, “Miguel, please.”

“Princesa, you owe me big time, and you're in no position to ask for favors,” he points out, voice low and menacing.

You shiver, either because you can hear the rage in his words or because you're incredibly aroused, you're not sure.

He grabs your chin in his fingers, titling your head up so that your gaze holds his.

“Abre la boca, princesa,” he says lowly. Open your mouth.

Your eyes flutter at the order as you do what he wants. Your lips part for him and Miguel drags his thumb over your lower lip before spitting in your mouth. You whine quietly and his cock twitches. Your eyes threaten to close and he tugs at your chin, forcing your gaze back to his. Instinctively, you swallow, your eyes not leaving his.

His hand slides from your chin to your neck, choking you ever so slightly. “You owe me an apology, princesa,” he says lowly.

You nod, your breathing heavy.

“Ponte de rodillas.” Get on your knees.

You shudder and lower yourself to your knees in front of him, meeting his gaze.

He smirks slightly, his heart rate spiking at the wag you look up at him. He grabs your face in his hand, eyes darting to your mouth. He traces your lips with his thumb, gaze darkening as he pictures you choking on his cock, pretty tears rolling down your face as you whine.

You raise your hands to his pants, eager to open the button and undo the zipper. But then you hear the footsteps.

You barely get the chance to process what's happening. You don't have enough time to get up, so you quickly move your hands to your shoes, pretending to do your laces.

Meanwhile, Miguel takes a step away from you, leaning back against the hall wall.

You both glance over to find your dad standing at the far end of the hallway.

He looks a little confused about the two of you here, but he seems to recover soon enough. “Miguel, what are you doin' hiding in here?”

He shrugs. “Your kid was just tellin' me about college. I told her about our time in college. Guess it's a good thing she isn't like you, huh.”

Your dad laughs. “Yeah, she's more responsible, less of a troublemaker than we were at her age.”

Miguel gives you a little look as you finish tying and retying your shoes and stand up. “Yeah. She's a real good girl.”

You shiver at his words.

Your dad doesn't seem to notice your flustered state. “Come on, Miguel, let's go back out. Have a couple of beers, laugh. You look like you need to relax.”

“I'm fine,” Miguel says in a low snarl.

Your dad raises his hands in surrender. “Alright, alright. I was just offering. We'll be outside. Help yourself to the beers in the fridge if you want.” He turns around and walks away, leaving the two of you in the hall again.

You glance up at Miguel. “You want a drink?” you ask. “There's a lot more than just beer in the house.”

He turns to you, a dark glare in his eyes. It sends a shock of fear through you, spilling desire all across your skin.

“Go get in my car. I'm taking you to my place.” His tone leaves no space for argument.

“What-what do I tell my parents?” you stutter.

He loves when you get like this. All nervous and excited, asking him to think for you.

“Tell them you've got a party or something. I'll tell them it's on my way and I'll drop you off.”

You nod. You walk back outside, heart racing in anticipation. “Dad, I-I gotta get going,” you tell him.

“Where you going?” he asks you, frowning slightly.

“Oh, I-I've got a party,” you lie, nodding softly.

“A party?” your mom says, stepping into the conversation. “Go on, honey. Go have fun. You'll have a better time than staying here with us.”

Your dad nods. “Yeah. You want me to take you, or—”

“Actually, I was gonna take her,” Miguel cuts in. “The party's on my way home.”

Your dad frowns. “You're leaving already, Miguel?”

He nods, rubbing his nape. “It's been a long day and I gotta wake up early tomorrow.” He's lying through his teeth. And everyone knows it. They just don't know it's because of you.

“Alright. Uh. Okay.” Your dad nods. He turns to you. “Be good, kiddo. What time are you going to be back?”

“Um” —you exchange a look with Miguel— “probably tomorrow morning?” Miguel gives you a tiny, tiny nod that only you can see. “Yeah, tomorrow morning,” you confirm.

Your dad nods. You know he's not happy with you being out all night, but you're twenty-two, he can't exactly tell you what to do and what not to do. “Have fun.”

Miguel smirks slyly. “I'm sure she will.”

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The drive back to Miguel's is mostly silent. Except for the occasional moans and whimpers you can't help but let out as Miguel slides his fingers over your slick pussy.

As soon as you got in his truck and he started driving away, he'd snuck his hand under your skirt, delighted—although not surprised—to find you already soaked through your panties.

He pushed those aside with ease and worked on slowly teasing you the way he knows you love.

Now, he's pushing you to an intense, rough orgasm. You can feel it spreading in your lower stomach, making your body quiver.

“Miguel,” you whimper, gasping. “Miguel, please—”

“You don't get to ask for favors,” he reminds you. “Just sit back and take it.”

You whine, back arching, body trembling. Your eyes shut tight, mouth falling open as you start to fall over the edge—

Miguel's touch stops just as suddenly as it had started. He leaves you hanging there, making you shudder and whimper as your orgasm dissipates. “No! No!”

And Miguel laughs. He sounds almost delighted at your reaction, at the look of pain on your face. “What's wrong, princesa?” he mocks. “Do you not like the consequences of your actions?”

You squirm, legs trembling as your pleasure washes away. “No, no,” you whine. “Miguel, please.”

He chuckles darkly, ignoring you as he keeps driving calmly, looking absolutely indifferent to your obvious suffering.

“Please,” you say softly. “Miguel...”

He rolls his eyes. “Christ, alright,” he huffs, as if you were asking him an enormous favor. He slides his hand between your sweat-slick thighs, his cock twitching at the mere thought of being inside of you.

Miguel touches you just like you'd asked, fingers teasing your cunt until you're dripping onto the seat.

He drives with ease, completely unbothered by your hand around his wrist, nails digging into his skin. He doesn't even have to look over at you as he touches you; he knows your body well enough, he has a map of every inch of your skin in his brain, every crevice and every sensitive spot perfectly memorized.

You can feel another orgasm growing within you, a warm bubble rising to a boil as he keeps fucking you with his fingers.

You bite your tongue, whining softly, hoping you somehow manage to hide the fact that you're close.

“Why so quiet all of a sudden?” he mocks, chancing a glance at you. Your eyes are shut tight, head thrown back against the headrest. He runs his tongue over his teeth, aching to bite your soft neck, leave hickeys all over the delicate skin...

Your orgasm bubbles closer to the surface, your soft gummy walls clenching around his fingers. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you hiss under your breath, mind growing hazy from ecstasy.

The corner of his mouth curls into a smirk. He recognizes the way your body shakes, the little gasps that escape you. He knows you're close. His fingers keep playing with your cunt, making you see stars until you're trembling with your nearing orgasm.

And just before you can come, he pulls away, leaving you whimpering, tears of frustration welling in your eyes.

“No,” you whine. “Miguel, no. I need to come.”

He laughs, enjoying your distress. “Sucks for you,” he chuckles. “Should've thought of that before you misbehaved, princesa.”

You shudder. “Please, Miguel. Oh, please, I need to come!”

“If you want it so bad, why don't you do it yourself?” he challenges.

You turn to look at him. He looks absolutely careless, eyes on the road, lips twisted into a tiny grin. “You-you—What?” Your voice is high-pitched, your eyes wide, lashes wet with tears of frustration.

“If you want to come, do it yourself,” he repeats. “You're a big girl; you can do it yourself, can't you?”

You whine, biting your lower lip as you move a hand between your thighs. Your fingers trace over your folds before spreading them apart, making space for you to play with your clit. You let out a breathy moan and Miguel glances over at you. His cock twitches at the sight, and—not for the first time—he considers sometime filming you. You're so beautiful, you turn him on so much, and he'd love to have a video of you with your fingers deep in yourself, just like you are right now, skirt hastily pushed out of the way, panties forced to the side...

He groans at the thought. He'd make an entire movie with you, hours of everything he loves to do to you. He'd bend you over the bed, have you ride him, have you under him. He'd eat you out until you'd be shaking and gasping for him to stop. He'd have you suck his cock so he can come all over your face and on your pretty tits. He'd fuck you dumb, hoping to be able to record the glow of your skin once he's through with you.

You thrust your fingers into you with ease, trying desperately to come. The pleasure within you grows, spreads over your skin, but it's not the same as when Miguel does it. His touch is electrifying, the perfect combination of rough, fast and deep.

The more you try to make yourself come, the more you realize you can't. You need him. You can't do it on your own.

You don't want to admit it to him, so you keep trying, only managing to grow more and more frustrated as your fingers fail to push you over the edge.

By the time you get to Miguel's place, you're a crying, sobbing mess, fingers slick with your desperation, your body aching for release.

“Aw,” he mocks, “what’s wrong, princesa?” He cups your face in one of his enormous hands, his thumb running over your tears. “What are you crying for?”

You sniffle. “Please, Miguel,” you cave, your eyes brimming with tears, wide and needy. You give him a gorgeous, puppy-eye look through your wet eyelashes, and he groans lowly as the image of you with his cock down your throat pops into his mind.

“Let’s go inside, princesa,” he says, stepping out of his truck. On wobbly legs, you mimic him, opening the car door and hoping out. Miguel marches to the front door of his house without giving you so much as a glance.

He walks inside and you follow him. The house is dark, the moonlight casting shadows through the window. He’s on you as if he were starved for you.

He pushes you against the wall, kicking the door shut. He towers over you, enormous body caging yours to the call. You whine softly, a gasp leaving you as he slides a thick thigh between your legs, pressing his knee to your cunt.

He chuckles as your slick starts to seep through his pants. He can feel your desperation, he can almost taste it. He’s spent too much time with his mouth on your cunt to not have your taste perfectly memorized.

You, the needy little desperate thing you are, start grinding against his thigh, eager, greedily. He chuckles lowly, one of his hands holding onto your hip to guide your movements, the other one on the wall, right beside your head.

“You’re in so much trouble,” he laughs, a rumble from deep in his throat. “So much trouble.” He moves his mouth to your ear, voice thick and sweet, like honey pouring down the side of your neck. “Do you have any idea how bad I wanted to just drag you up to your bedroom, bend you over your bed and take what’s rightfully mine?”

You swallow hard, whimpering as you desperately grind on his leg. “Miguel...”

“If you want me to take care of your needy little pussy, you’re going to have to do something for me, princesa.” He grabs your chin in his hand, his thumb tracing your lips before sliding between them, pressing down on your tongue.

You instantly know what he wants. Keeping your eyes on his, you lower yourself to your knees, trapped between his body and the wall at your back. Your hands rise to the waistband of his pants, fingers trembling slightly in anticipation. You undo his pants, pull them down with ease. His cock springs free, hard and heavy, the tip a dark red. Your eyes move up to Miguel’s, meeting his starved gaze.

You give his cock a kitten-lick, heat shuddering through you as he groans. He pushes your hair out of your face as you lean in, taking him in your mouth. He grunts, fingers tugging at your hair.

“There you go...atta girl, princesa,” he groans, biting his lower lip. He slowly starts moving his hips as you suck him off, enjoying the way your eyes widen with worry every time he pushes deeper.

You hold onto his hips, gagging when he pushes your head forward until your nose touches the wiry hair at the base of his abdomen. Your pretty eyes glance up at him, tears starting to fall down your cheeks. The sight makes his cock twitch between your lips, and your eyes flutter shut.

He tugs your hair harshly, making you gasp and open your eyes. “Look at me,” he orders. “Don’t you dare take your eyes away from me.”

“Mhmm,” you hum as you keep going. His cock slides down your throat, making you gag. You struggle to keep your eyes open through the tears that slide down your face.

Miguel is delighted. He can’t get enough of the look in your eyes, can’t keep himself from thrusting into your mouth. You gasp, whining lowly. He holds your head in place as he facefucks you, relishing in the way you almost can’t take him.

He thrusts into your mouth until you’re crying, trying to move away from him, hazy with lust and desperation.

He pulls himself out of your mouth, wanting to come in your pussy instead, and he picks you up. He carries you to one of the counters and sets you on the floor and spins you around. You brace your hands on the tabletop and barely have time to react when he’s pushing you down, forcing your chest against the countertop.

You arch your back for him, breathing heavily. He tugs your skirt down impatiently and your panties follow. Your pussy is soaked, clit swollen, and Miguel chuckles.

“Ay, princesa,” he squeezes your ass with one of his hands, “you’re so pathetic for me.”

You whine. He runs the thick head of his cock between your folds, shuddering as your arousal smears over him. You moan silently, hips pressing back in search of more.

He slides into you with ease, making you squeal. “Dios,” he gasps, enormous hands holding your hips. “Fuck.”

He doesn’t even give you the chance to adjust before he’s pounding you, the movement of his hips rough and fast, merciless. You cry out, both in pleasure and pain as he fucks you. You scrape your nails against the countertop, eyes fluttering shut.

“Say thank you,” he orders, voice gruff, his fingers digging into your hips. “Say thank you because I shouldn’t be giving you this. I should be fucking those pretty tits of yours and coming all over your face without giving you anything.” You whine in reply, and he grabs a fistful of your hair, tugging it hard and forcing your back to arch. “Instead, I’m filling your greedy cunt with my cock. You’re not even going to thank me for it?”

“Thank you,” you gasp between broken moans and breathless whimpers. “Thank you—mm!”

He spanks you, making your body jerk forward, pressing against the counter. “Thank you for what?”

“Thank you for-for giving me your cock,” you say, eyes shut tight, voice trembling with each word. You bite your lower lip, gasping as his rough thrusts splinter your every thought into nothing.

He keeps one hand on your hip, the other one releasing your hair to slide under you. He pushes your shirt up over your breasts and undoes your bra with ease. As it falls away, his fingers quickly find your tits, squeezing them, pinching your nipples and tugging them almost too hard. Almost.

Your pussy tightens around him and he shudders. “You dirty little thing,” he scoffs. “Look at you. You’ve been a tease all day, misbehaving just because you like it when I rough you up.”

You whine, trying to move your hips back to meet his every thrust. Your efforts don’t last long, though; he’s fucking you too hard, too deep for you to do anything but take it.

Miguel leans down, his chest pressing against your back. He drags his sharp teeth over your shoulder blades, licks his way to your nape. You shiver as he gently bites your shoulder, your body trembling as he sinks his teeth into your skin.

He bites you until you’re squirming in pain, until he knows he’s close to piercing your soft flesh. He licks the spot, flattening his tongue against the mark he’s left. Then, he licks his way down your spine, placing a few open-mouthed kisses, a trail of his saliva smearing over your back.

“You’re gonna come for me, aren’t you, princesa?” His voice is thick, his cock bruising your cervix with each pound. “You’re going to come on my cock and you’re gonna squirt too, aren’t you?”

Lately, Miguel has taken to teach you how to squirt. You’ve managed to do it a couple of times, but it’s always been with his careful guidance. He’s had you try to do it yourself while he watches, but you’re never able to. If it’s not his touch, it just doesn’t happen.

“Y-you know I can’t,” you stutter, thighs starting to tremble, eyes rolling into the back of your head.

“You’re going to,” Miguel repeats, firmly. “No te estoy preguntando.” I’m not asking you.

You shiver at the command, his voice leaving no room for you to argue.

“And if you don’t,” he continues, leaning down so that his mouth is right beside your ear; he whispers, “you will get in big, big trouble, princesa. ¿Entiendes?”

You nod. “Yes, Miguel,” you whimper.

“Good.” He keeps ramming into you, his eyes glancing down to watch his enormous cock slide in and out of you. God, he wishes he had a camera. To film you like this, record your every movement, every sound, every expression. He’d force you to watch the video later, and he’d have his head between your thighs while you writhe in embarrassment and pleasure.

But that’s for another time.

Your first orgasm blossoms deep in your womb, a ticking bomb with a short fuse. You can feel the heat growing and growing, spreading within you and boiling almost as soon as it appears.

The pleasure presses against the walls of your womb, makes everything in you coil tight and shudder as your world pauses for a moment. You moan breathlessly, eyes fluttering shut, and then you’re falling over the edge, the pleasure bursting across your skin.

Miguel laughs as he feels you come, his hand that’s under you moving from your tits to your pussy. As he keeps fucking you, he runs his fingers over your clit, pinching the sensitive nub. You jerk, oversensitive, and he chuckles.

“Already?” he mocks, his thrusts slowing to a stop. “Are you that much of a slut for me?”

You can feel your cheeks heating up in embarrassment. You’re about to deny it in vain when he pulls out of you. You whine in complaint, but just as you begin to demand an explanation, he turns you around, picking you up and setting you on the counter.

His eyes rake over your body, moving from your face to your tits, down your torso until he sees your pussy, raw and dripping. He slaps your cunt, making you squeal, and he groans lowly.

“Fuck,” he hisses. He wraps a hand around your throat, smirking slightly, and then he’s ramming into you again.

You gasp, eyes shutting tight, eyebrows scrunching up in pain as his cock forces your sensitive gummy walls to stretch. His hand tightens around your throat and you whimper, a shock of fear coursing through your veins.

“Princesa,” he hums, “you have to squirt for me or you’re going to get in trouble.”

You nod, desperate, body trembling.

“And you’re going to have to do it all on your own.”

You want to complain about that, but you know it won’t get you anywhere. Instead, you move one of your hands between your body and Miguel’s, fingers finding your clit with ease. You pet the little nub, giving it a slow buildup, a familiar string of ecstasy growing taut within you.

Miguel watches. He loves to watch. He likes how you get shy and a little embarrassed, your pretty eyes avoiding his as he enjoys the sight. It’s one of his favorite images of you—you, spread out on the bed, fingers knuckle-deep in yourself, eyes embarrassed. He gets off to that thought at least three times a day.

You can feel a second orgasm approaching. Your velvet walls clench around him and he gasps, hips stuttering slightly. He can feel his own release growing close, bubbling just beneath the surface, threatening to burst.

You gasp, back arching. You lay down on the countertop, head thrown back, body shaking. As one of your hands keeps flicking against your clit, touching it in all your favorite ways, your other hand moves to grab Miguel’s wrist. You lead his hand from your neck to your mouth, stuffing his fingers between your lips.

He smirks as he realizes what you want. It’s not the first time you request this. He found out you have a thing for gagging on his fingers, and he positively adores it.

His middle finger and his ring finger press down against your tongue, going deep enough to have you gagging in seconds.

The combination of you choking on his fingers, full to the brim with his cock, and your hand playing with your clit has you reeling over the edge almost too soon.

You come again, shuddering and gasping, muffled moans leaving your lips. And you keep rubbing your clit hard, almost violently, until you squirt on him.

Miguel groans at the sight, his thrusts growing harsher, impossibly deeper, until he comes. He unloads his seed deep into your pussy, filling you with his release. It spills out of you, trails down your thighs, stains your skin.

As you slowly regain your breath, he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, caressing your cheek, leaving your skin wet from your own spit.

“Mi princesa,” he hums, smiling softly. “You did good. You did real good.” Something in his eyes darkens, an almost predatory look flashing in his gaze. “But I’m not done with you yet. Oh, no. I won’t be done with you for the whole night.”

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I'm literally so sorry this took so long!!! I hope it was worth the wait <3

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emilybeemartin · 2 months

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A whopping, like, 2.6 people have expressed interest in my recent adventures in watching Bean films, which is all the encouragement I need to present to you:

An Incomplete Guide to Sean Bean Roles (Investigation Ongoing)

Our guy has a vast filmography, and I'm not even close to being halfway through it, but I've watched a lot of his significant ones in the past few weeks thanks to a perfect storm of illness, injury, and lapses in client work. Crucially, I have created superlatives for a variety of them and present them here for your benefit. Disclaimer: many of these films are violent! Or have butts and/or tits! Some have dick! Some have dated bits that didn't age well! So, if you have triggers or are watching with young viewers, do your research first! Also, these are just the opinions of one solitary millennial! Nothing is objective! Nothing is real! I care not!

Okay, CYA done, let's begin. I'll get the two most obvious ones out of the way up front, otherwise they'll dominate half the categories:

ACT I

Greatest Bean: Fellowship of the Ring. I've said it before and I'll say it again, he achieved more pathos with Boromir than a lot of his other roles have allowed for, and every note he hits just sings. No debate.

Best Bean for Your Buck: Sharpe. For the best confluence of quantity, quality, physicality, emotion, humor, and action, you can't beat Richard Sharpe.

Favorite Dramatic Bean: Time; he earned that BAFTA fr

Softest Bean: The first date scene in Stormy Monday, where Brendan shyly gets to know Kate, slow dances with her, lends her a shirt and strokes her back after she asks if they can just go to sleep instead of have sex.

Most Dashing Bean: Vronsky in Anna Karenina, that uniform cuts, damn

Swooniest Bean: I know I'm supposed to say Chatterley, and he is undeniably sexy as Mellors, but there are parts where his character is actually kind of off-putting. I'll lay a good chunk of the blame on the weirdly ominous score, the very of-the-time depiction of dubious consent, and Joely Richardson's tendency to look like she's having the worst time of her life while shagging the hot gamekeeper. No, I'm giving this category to Stormy Monday again. He's just so gentle and genuine in this one, without some of the obligatory "heartthrob" overtones of his nineties stuff. He never raises his voice at Kate or manhandles her. He really does feel like some kid who just wants to be sweet to his girlfriend.

Laddiest Bean: When Saturday Comes, specifically the strip club and bathtub scenes.

Favorite Sad Bean: As a collective, he has some great grief scenes in World on Fire, but! The railroad track scene in When Saturday Comes?! That was RAW.

Favorite Mad Bean: Black Death; there are plenty of movies where he doesn't smile at all, but unlike some others, his grimness and anger felt proportionate to the story, rather than just rage because he's good at rage.

Favorite Bad Bean: There are so many great Bean villains (Goldeneye, obvs), but I think my favorite is Patriot Games. Bonus points for all the different hairstyles he has in this film (long locks-shag-shag ponytail!-buzz-wet spiky buzz). Also HUGH FRASER AAAA

Favorite Dad Bean: Wolfwalkers, where Bill Goodfellowe literally turns his own convictions and beliefs upside-down in order to protect and support his daughter.

INTERMISSION

A note on GoT: I haven't watched it. When season one was first coming out, it was during a time where I really couldn't handle watching any kind of sexual assault onscreen, and while I have a higher tolerance now, I just... don't want to. I like seeing gifs of Ned Stark and appreciate that it's one of his great roles, but I just can't make myself take the plunge.

ilysm you grizzled dead wolf man

ACT II

Favorite Costumed Bean: Odysseus in Troy: curls, leather, thighs.

Favorite Un-Costumed Bean: He strips in quite a lot of his films, so let's give it to Lady Chatterley for sheer screentime, exertion, and the bonus of being naked and wearing a flower crown. Honorable mention to When Saturday Comes for the totally not homoerotic amount of butts and also dick in the locker room bathtub scene.

Hurtin'est Bean: Bravo Two Zero. Oof, don't watch this one if you have an aversion to seeing pain, although---you're a Sean Bean fan, and we all know one of his MOs is being GREAT at pain. This one was directed by Tom Clegg, who directed Sharpe. Also lol at the sickle-shaped wound on his shoulder, which is covering his 100% Blade tattoo (he gets a lot of sickle-shaped wounds on his left shoulder).

Best Inside References: The Frankenstein Chronicles, where he plays a former Peninsular soldier, and every reference to his service is a reference to Sharpe, including shots of his greenjacket, pistol, sword, and flogging scars. Honorable mention to The Martian for the Council of Elrond line.

Most Unsettling Bean: Cleanskin for moral grayness, The Frankenstein Chronicles for body horror

Most Inefficient Use of Bean: Black Beauty. Despite getting high billing he's only onscreen for about two minutes and I'm convinced the long shots are a body double. Criminal.

Biggest Missed Opportunity: We were robbed of a Sean Bean Odyssey. R o b b e d

Funniest Bean: Deploying Bean for comedy is woefully underused, but he made full use of his ~15 seconds in The Vicar of Dibley ("Spring" episode). He's also hilarious in Wasted, though I haven't watched the show, only the clips he's in on YouTube, where he plays a mock version of himself serving as a spirit guide for a stoner. IMO, though, Sharpe gives him the most room for humor.

Favorite Character Quirk: In World on Fire, when Douglas is having WWI flashbacks and really coming apart, he kept putting his hand to his mouth. My modern brain first read this as talking into a phantom radio, but of course that wasn't right, and then I realized--he was reaching for a phantom gas mask. CHILLS. AMAZING. (Honorable mentions to the Mouth Rub and the Tongue Thing [pictured above]).

Most Nostalgic Bean: National Treasure. The concept may be utter silliness, but you have to admit, this is a fun movie to watch.

Best Dismount from a Horse: Henry VIII, he goes pshwing out of the saddle

Best Swordplay: You may think there's no possible answer to this, but there is---two moments, specifically: the preparatory sword-spin he does at Balin's tomb just before the goblin attack in Moria, and the four lunges he does at 1:26:22 of Sharpe's Battle. It's just facts.

Prettiest Bean Film: Wolfwalkers, hands downnnn

Favorite Bean Death: All right, you knew we had to eventually end here. It's Boromir, obviously--- nothing tops that. But if we're looking at other roles, I think Patriot Games is my favorite, followed by Goldeneye.

So! That concludes this installment of Bean films, though I'll be continuing the labor, and I hope you will, too. What are your favorites?

#sean bean #fellowship of the ring #lord of the rings #sharpe #stormy monday #lady chatterley #patriot games #world on fire #goldeneye #bravo two zero #troy #wolfwalkers #black death #national treasure #anna karenina #time #gifs #flashing gifs

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chamomilewrittingblock · 11 days

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Solo Leveling Brainrots

Fellow Jinwoo Simps I need your thoughts and opinion!! Also MASSIVE brainrot warning!!!

QUESTION: How do you think Jinwoo would react to his partner questioning his taste in lovers? (ie. Being interested in Reader themselves)

How id imagine the confession would go: Jinwoo, pre-awakening: I like you *holds bouquet of flowers Reader, confused: um! *looks around to see if he's talking to someone behind them before pointing at themselves confused*... me? Jinwoo: Yes, You. Reader, Shocked: oh! Um... I like you too... but *hesitates* are you sure? About me??

The feeling is mutual!!! It's just his lover doesn't have alot of confidence in themselves. Or any confidence into getting a romance with anyone, let alone Jinwoo!! Reader feels like they have ZERO RIZZ (reader has enough rizz to woo Jinwoo so...).

Like would he hype them up???? Mayhaps but in subtle ways though I'd imagine🤔🤔. You think he'd be extra affectionate when reader gets shy??? Would this differ pre and post awakening?? (I imagine Jinwoo and reader wouldn't want the relationship public due to safety since hes a hunter and all)

AND WHAT ABOUT HIS POST AWAKENING GLOWUP AND THE FANS!!! READERS ALREADY SHY BUT THE TABLOID EVENTUALLY CHIPS AT THE SLOWLY BUILT CONFIDENCE JINWOO HELPED BUILD.

OHMYGOSH WHAT ABOUT THE TABLOIDS WITH CHA HAE-IN???? WOULD HE GET WORRIED SINCE READER MIGHT GET INSECURE OR JUST KINDA SAD???

WHAT IF READER TELLS HIM THAT HE DESERVES BETTER, BELIVJNG THAT READWR DOESNT DESERVE HIS LOVE?? AAAA OUCHHHH.. I GUESS HE HAS TO STAY WITH READER AND REMIND THEM OF HIS UNWAVERING LOVE WITH CUDDLES AND QUALITY TIME DJBDBFIDN

(reader is Jinwoo's ride-or-die, the monarch of his heart and soul, the love reader gives him is like comfort of warm soup at the end of the day, the kind that soothes even the deepest of wounds. Reader's love is also a drug, one that he cant get enough of. If he loses reader, Jinwoo would go insane.)

AUDBUDBDIBD HOLY!!!! WOULD HE GET PISSED ABOUT IT AND ENDS UP GETTING CLINGY IF CRAZY SHIPPERS TRYING TO PUT READER IN DANGER IE. SENDING A MONSTER READER'S WAY BECAUSE OF THEM BEING A "THREAT" TO THEIR SHIP (HIM AND CHA HAE-IN)??? I MEAN LIKE GUIDE THE MONSTER SPECIFICALLY AWAY FROM THE DUNGEON TO READERS LOCATION TOO. (TO THE EXTENT THAT ITS CLEARLY FOUL PLAY)

LIKE THANK THE MONARCHS THAT READER HAD SHADOWS ASSIGNED AND MAYBE WAS DECENTLY RANKED AFTER AWAKENING BUT IT COULD HAVE ENDED AWFUL IF THE FATES WERENT ON READERS SIDE!!

WOULD HIS ARMY GET PROTECTIVE TOO?? IGRIS??? BERU??? LIKE HOW DARE THESE FOOLS HARM THEIR MONARCHS BELOVED?!?!?!? 😡😡EVEN WORSE IS IF READER WORMED THEIR WAY INTI THEIR HEARTS BY GENUINELY GETTING TO KNOW THEM SO ITS PERSONAL NOW TOO!!

Reader has to calm down not only a PISSED jinwoo but his Shadows too (mainly Jinwoo though)!! And maybe being the only reason Jinwoo hadn't gone on a rampage after everything setted. Was he bribed with a heated makout session and plenty of cuddles afterwards to temper his rage and soothe his anxiety, yes. Did it work??? Probably. If it did??That's none of our buisness.

Id imagie Cha Hae-in would feel bad™ if they found out about Jinwoo and reader (just assuming the two being best friends)?? Being like "oh shit someone, a civilian no less, almost died because of her fans" Even worse if later on she learns that they're together aaaaa

But like seriously, what a messed up reminder of the power S-Rank Hunter have on the media. Yes, they know about their celebrity status affecting what they can or can't do but like this??? A whole different level, because yes, people targeting other?? Awful? Yes, but its fine. Using a MONSTER FROM A DUNGEON to target a CIVILIAN?? This is a whole new level of messed up.

Would the other S-ranks and National-ranked hunters feel like kinda bad too once they hear about it??

what the fuck??? For the following reasons:

No one deserves that

Its a civilian going against fans that are most likely hunters, the very individuals hunters are ment to protect from monsters ever since the dungeons appeared

THE HUNTERS USED A HIGH RANKED MONSTER TO TARGET A CIVILIAN (the mutual enemy internationally)

this was all done because PEOPLE BEING ENTITLMENT OF THE RELATIONSHIPS OF THE S-RANK HUNTERS.

This is furthur solidified and makes the WHOLE DEBACHLE worse because only EXPERIENCED hunters would have the knowledge and experince to be able to lure a monster from a dungeon break to a specific location, especially if reader wasn't even near the dungeon in the first place.

(For anyone who's read this all the way, thanks for reading my silly thoughts!)

#sung jinwoo x reader #Solo leveling x reader #brainrots??#sung jin woo x reader

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I am now curious about the ocean that's never been posted before, what's his deal?

(Post in question)

AAAA I'M SO GLAD YOU'RE INTERESTED!! :DD His name is Casey! He's an old madness combat OC that I made, along with 5 others! (Although I only drew references for 4-)

Now I made these guys without really knowing anything about Madness combat.. I just made some OCs with the little scraps of knowledge I had because all my friends had Madness OCs and I wanted to be cool like them.. 🥺

Now his story if I can remember is..

Its along the lines of he was this guy that lived in the Nevada wasteland. And he traveled around in this huge dump truck turned killing machine with two of his friends. At some point they were in a building trying to get diesel..? And there was a fire..? The truck was stolen by this gang and his two friends died in the fire.. Casey had just lost everything, he was of course devastated.. for a few years after he just wandered the wastelands.. just barely surviving.

Eventually, he found the gang that stole his truck. So in a blind rage he went into their camp and murdered everyone. But his truck was no where to be found.. Instead he found this kid tied to a tree waiting to be executed. "Stefany". He ends up cutting her lose and suddenly he has adoption papers in his hands. Weird-

They travel around together and eventually they meet this scientist guy that got separated from his group. I think I did a thing where the people that live in the wasteland hate scientists or something..?? And Eric was like "Please don't kill me I just want to go back to my group!" And Casey said somethin like- "Ok I'll take you back only if you give us this lab thingy when we get there." And Eric agreed.

So they go on this whole found family adventure and by the time they get to the lab Eric had really bonded with these people. He wasn't intending to actually keep his promise but because he really likes Casey and Stef, he kept his word. He steals the lab thingy but gets caught. Casey and Stef save him and peridot style he becomes a wastelander-

Now after a while of traveling around, naturally, Casey gets hurt somehow. He's messed up pretty bad so he's just camping out somewhere while Stef and Eric go look for food. While Stef is out looking for food, unbelievably.. she spots Casey's truck. She's never seen it before but Casey talked about what it looked like and how to break into it.

So she goes after the truck, uses the secret hijack method and kicks the two thieves out of the cab. She hightails it back to their camp to show Casey. But those two thieves follow her. When she gets back there's a stand off between Casey's group and the thieves. When suddenly,

"..Casey? Is that you?"

Turns out his two friends didn't die in the fire. And they had found the gang before Casey did and stole the truck back. Which is why it wasn't at the gangs camp. They talked about the fire.. Casey thought his friends had died, and his friends thought Casey had died. T'was but a silly misunderstanding.

So in the end all of them become a team and start traveling around in the big dump truck together.

I haven't brought the story beyond that, and a lot of it doesn't fit with actual madness combat lore.. 😅 But its all I've got!

#my response #madness combat #my ocs #I also drew bunch of text post memes with these guys #I should totally post them sometime

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✦ TRUTH OR DARE ?! — RICKY ONESHOT ✦

— ★ : when a game of truth or dare leads to a confession.

✁ pairing : friend!ricky x gn!reader

// genre : friends 2 lovers ; fluff | word count : 2K+ (2505)

♪ warnings ! — not proofread (so there may be mistakes), a kiss is made w ricky n reader, peer pressure (in a good way?!?), lmk if there’s any more!

☏ soph speaks ! — first zb1 work aaaa !! and its not a smau?! surprising in a way 🫡 . since ricky has be flooding my tiktok fyp (and has been slightly bias wrecking me), here is something i thought of late at night !! hope you like it :)

“Come on, it will be fun!”

“Obviously not if there’s only four or five people! And probably not even five if they don’t want to participate!” you scoffed at Hanbin quietly, not taking him seriously.

Who would’ve thought you’d be playing such a childish game on a Friday night?

Staying at Hanbin’s house made you guys brainstorm on things you should do for the night.

Play sports? Boring! Plus, you could imagine the amount of rage quitting — you didn’t want to deal with that!

Bake? It’s too late! You weren’t really in the mood to bake anyways.

Play games? Sure, but what you didn’t expect was a game about asking each other questions.

“You’ve declined everything I suggested—can’t take it anymore!” Hanbin dramatically grasps his chest. “Plus, I’ve been wanting to do this forever! We have to—at least once!”

You continued to refuse — there was no way you were going to participate in this!

“If Ricky agrees, we ARE doing it!” Hanbin pleads with his eyes, waiting for a response.

Ricky looks at the two of you cluelessly, not picking up what you and Hanbin talked about earlier.

Noticing the heavy stares, he takes out his airpod, waiting for someone to say something.

“Ricky—“ Hanbin cuts you off immediately, “Ricky, just say yes!”

“Just say yes for…?”

“Just do it!”

“Hey, you can’t do that!” You nudged Hanbin jokingly, a small chuckle escaped from his mouth.

Still clueless as ever, Ricky scratches the back of his head.

“Okay then…? Sure — for whatever you guys are planning to do.” Ricky is still unsure whether his answer was good or not — you groaned and sat in defeat while Hanbin held a mini celebration.

Hanbin easily used your weakness to play some stupid game. Your weakness? It was no other than Ricky.

Ricky. Your crush since the first year of high school. He became your best friend after you guys shared a majority of your classes together. And of course, you were afraid of rejection, so you held off confessing for now. (as if you were even going to actually do it.) Cliche, but not really. And you thought you held onto your secret of liking him pretty well.

You totally don’t turn red whenever Ricky indicates any physical touch. You totally don’t smile like an idiot when he walks away. You totally don’t fix yourself up whenever you see him walking your way.

Nope! There was no way you were that obvious.

Despite your great hiding skills, Hanbin had to be the first one to know about your crush. (as if you didn’t give it away from the beginning.) Ever since then, Hanbin has been using your crush as an advantage.

“You better tell me or else!” , “Ricky is with me.” , “I’ll bring Ricky along.” — the phrases he would always say to get you to do something. You practically engraved these in your brain already.

If you heard one of those phrases again, chills would shiver down your spine—that’s how traumatizing it is.

He knew that if he just mentioned his name once, you’d probably agree to something so fast.

Hanbin does the same thing everyday. Asks you to do something, you refuse—he calls Ricky’s name, and you admit defeat.

And you know it works every single time too. It just became something you could never avoid.

Having no other choice, you went to the living room.

…Just maybe, you’d participate in this stupid game.

Totally not for Ricky, though.

Here you are, gathered around in a circle in Hanbin’s living room. Not only did he manage to get you and Ricky to play, he even got Woongki, Seunghwan, and … Seowon?

Seowon showed up to the house last minute—it seemed like he only joined the “party” for this game. So now there’s six people instead of five. I guess, the more the merrier.

You stared at the four intensely, not knowing what they would be up to. Those four were mischievous together, and unbelievably chaotic when next to each other.

You’re sure that especially those four know you have a crush on him.

Seunghwan. He knew because you accidentally said you had a crush on him. Not surprised, Seunghwan heavily supported you and Ricky. He would always secretly drop hints to Ricky such as, “You and Y/N look great together!” or “Aw, couple goals!” However, he’s not sure whether Ricky is picking up on his signals.

Woongki. Your saved contact for Ricky was questionable — “my ricky 🫶” Seriously? Do friends put each other’s contacts like that? You eventually told him because Woongki kept asking you to explain. Since then, he has always teased you by saying, “Oh, your Ricky is here!”

Seowon. When you told Woongki to not tell anyone, it was too late! On the phone, he unintentionally mentioned your crush to Seowon. As a result, he called you … and you chased after Woongki. It was astonishing that Seowon was unaware of your crush, let alone that you were crushing on Ricky, your best friend.

And Hanbin…well there’s no need to explain how he found out.

It just had to be those four to play this game with you and your crush.

“Ah, wait. Let me get us some snacks.” Hanbin interrupts the tense moment briefly — the only thing you were glad he did today.

The other three scattered to “find” things to get to leave you and Ricky alone for a bit. (but you didn’t know that.)

The two of you sat there silently, waiting for the others to start the game. Ricky managed to see you nervously picking at your fingertips. Tapping on your hand slightly, he was able to get your attention.

You hummed, ignoring your slightly reddened cheeks, and gradually stopped picking the skin off your fingers.

“Are you okay?” he mouths to you, just to get a quick nod from you.

“You sure? You only pick at your fingers when you’re nervous.” you smiled at him for remembering one of your habits. He should know, after all, you've known each other for at least two years. “Are you uncomfortable with playing this game? I can tell the others.”

“Oh no, I’m fine with this.” you lied — I mean, it’s just a childish game, right? Plus, you didn’t want to be seen as a coward to him. (although he would never see you like that). “Just randomly nervous, I guess.” another lie — you’re good at lying aren't you?

Ricky did have many questions, but to prevent you from getting even more overwhelmed, he sat there quietly. But, he never failed to take a glance or two at you.

The four slowly returned back, hands filled with snacks that could last for at least two weeks.

“Let’s start!”

The first few rounds were fine, with Hanbin being fearless, Seunghwan doing ridiculous things, and both Woongki and Seowon screaming their heads off. The sweets that had been collected began to vanish slowly.

You were chuckling quietly when you noticed Hanbin staring at you — you quickly stopped laughing because you knew what that stare meant.

It was finally your turn.

You exhaled deeply and attempted to ignore the twisting knot in your stomach. “Go ahead.”

“Y/N, truth or dare?”

You considered your options briefly while deciding what to do.

Truth. Hanbin will almost certainly ask you if you like Ricky, which you will most likely refuse to respond at this time.

Dare. It appears to be a much safer option — after all, what could Hanbin possibly force you to do?

“…Dare.” you said, wanting to get this over with.

“Sit closer to Ricky.”

You gave him a little death glare while the others said “ooh” quietly. They were aware of Hanbin's actions and enthusiastically supported them. I mean, it wasn't as horrible as you expected.

As you scooted closer to Ricky, he couldn’t comprehend why the rest were smiling. Why are they laughing now that you and him have been this close before?

There were many reactions, but Ricky didn't seem bothered by your proximity to him. You, on the other hand, were most likely the same shade as the pink couch pillow. You were humiliated for no apparent reason – why were you driven to be this way now? This would undoubtedly make Ricky suspect something is up.

Ignoring your friends' gaze, you knew it was Ricky's turn.

You ignored your bad feeling and watched Hanbin ask precisely the same question he had asked you a few minutes ago.

Without hesitation, Ricky quickly said dare. You had no idea how he made such an easy decision — he was as calm and cool as always.

Seunghwan patted Hanbin on the shoulder as he was going to say something. Hanbin smiled as he murmured something into his ear.

"That's a much better idea than I had in mind!" He held his hands together, his attention returning back to Ricky and you.

Oh no. You just know this dare will be awful.

"Hold hands with Y/N until the end of this game." The words that came out of his mouth made your jaw drop. You needed to listen back to make sure he said it correctly.

You and Ricky don't hold hands very often, if at all.

Ricky reached for your hand before you could even deny the dare uncomfortably. You stared at him with slightly bigger eyes, unable to break free from his grip.

He lays your hand on top of his thigh after interlocking his hands with yours. His hands fit perfectly with yours, like his hand was the final piece of a completed puzzle. He looked and raised his brows at the others, again with the serene face (with the slight pink hue on his cheeks that you didn't catch).

"Are you happy?" the others ask, secretly squealing to each other as if they'd gotten you and him together.

You and Ricky both shrugged, pretending holding hands didn’t affect you two at all.

Another sigh escaped from your lips as you stared at the rest slowly taking their time to answer the simple truth or dare questions.

They were clearly doing this on purpose — but you had nothing to complain about though. You just worried your palm would start becoming sweaty if you continued to hold onto his hands for at least another twenty minutes.

His thumb would frequently brush against yours, causing your heart to skip a beat. When you put your hand on his, he prefers to play with your fingers rather than stay still. This game became too much for you to handle.

Once again, the simple question went back to you. You hoped that saying the truth would be much better than picking a dare.

“Truth.” Seowon looked at you mischievously and fixed his posture.

“Do you like anyone in this room right now? Romantically, I mean.”

You froze.

What did you expect from your circle of friends? They wanted you to confess just as much as you wanted to let these feelings out.

It’s just a game. Just say yes and continue. You had to remind yourself — there are five people here, so Ricky has a one-in-five chance of guessing correctly.

“…Yes.” Ricky was taken aback, and his heart in his chest sprung slightly. He kept his face expressionless and collected himself. He couldn’t be too sure, right?

Woongki playfully asked if you had a crush on him, which elicited some laughter from you and the others.

Ricky was gently laughing, but he hoped that wasn't actually the case.

They raced to make Ricky pick a decision when they were satisfied with your response.

“Truth.” That surprised you because you expected him to keep saying dare. That's exactly what he did last year.

"Do you like Y/N?" they inquired emphatically.

You turned to look at him, attempting to read his expressions.

The abrupt question tightened his grip on your hand. It's unusual to view Ricky in this light – it was like seeing him for the first time.

But he wasn't the only one who was taken aback by this question; you were as well.

You felt a surge of feelings rush over you: anxiousness, happiness, and worry. You hoped you knew the answer to this question.

You're not sure whether you should be grateful for Seowon's direct question.

He did take a bit longer to answer this question, the anticipation was killing you. He opens his mouth slightly, making your twisted knot feeling in your stomach grow bigger. Why won’t he say something already?

Ricky finally responded, feeling the eyes from you and the rest.

"Well, I wouldn't be holding hands with Y/N if I didn't like them, right?" He turned to face you, hoping for the same reaction. Ricky feels more at ease when he sees you smiling.

The four's loud cheers flooded the living room, ruining this romantic moment. Ricky ended himself laughing in embarrassment, wishing he had confessed in a more private setting.

“You mean it?” You said to him over the ongoing cheers. He nodded, staring into your eyes with much love. He had been waiting to say this for ages, and he finally did.

Ricky had finally noticed the blush you had, which made him smile widely.

“You look so cute like that.”

“Oh, enough.”

Looking right back at them, you wore a shy grin on your face. “Well, are you guys satisfied?”

"Trust me, we're not satisfied!" Hanbin says, knowing he was serious. "Let's just ask you guys the questions—it's more fun." The others nod in agreement, eager to bombard you two with questions.

The nervous feeling you experienced at the start of the game began to diminish as you giggled slightly at the questions being asked. Instead, a warm, loving sensation arises in your stomach.

It wasn’t just you who felt that feeling, it was Ricky as well. “Oh, just kiss already!” Seunghwan says dramatically, slightly opening one eye to check if you'll actually do it.

You were staring at Ricky when you noticed him gulp, which made you giggle. "...Can you guys turn around? It’s kind of awkward, yknow…" Ricky was taken aback by your unexpected question – it's amazing how much can happen in only a few hours in this game. The others eagerly turned around, remaining silent to allow you and Ricky to have some "private" time.

Noticing how Ricky was caught off guard, you took your chance. Grabbing his chin softly, you pulled him closer to you.

As you went for a peck there, your lips felt the warmth of his cheek. The four screamed in excitement when they heard you kiss him. They appeared to be happier than you, as if they had received a kiss from their crush.

In your own little world, you stared at Ricky lovingly — you made him feel shy with your gaze.

“..So what are we?”

“Definitely more than friends.”

Your hands with his collided even tighter, both of you not wanting to let go. Resting your head on his shoulder, you both watched the others continue to create chaos.

…Just maybe this game isn’t bad or stupid at all.

taglist .. @dwcljh @ilovewonyo @jiawji @tzyuki

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so deep in my core i need to write this angst piece.

walk with me

it's 2007 the end of august

nanami is in the process of moving out when he meets gojo face to face for the first time since haibara died.

"nanami, listen," he starts, elongating each vowel as he searches for typical phrases to tell someone who's mourning. he hopes that nanami will understand what he's trying to say and just nod and wave off the awkward sorrow because what do you say?

but nanami ignores him completely. his face is neutral save for his tightly knitted ashen brows. his pace picks up enough for gojo's bangs to tickle his forehead with the wind.

"nanami, wait," he finds himself calling out for him before he can decide against it, a hand gripping nanami's arm. "i'm... i'm trying to say that i'm sorry about what happened to hai-"

"don't say his name." it's cold and foreign. nanami's always been the type to listen to every single word he said despite the irritation it brought.

nanami's name slips off gojo's tongue because this is one of the very few times he's left speechless. what else could he say?

"if you were sorry then you wouldn't be here right now, would you?" nanami turns to him, filling the dead air before gojo could even attempt another word. "you'd be out there, taking all the missions because you're gojo satoru." if nanami's head was a little clearer he'd have bit his tongue, he'd have known this was unreasonable. "every second you're here— doing what? looking to annoy someone for shits and giggles?— another one of us human beings are killed."

one of us human beings

"that's not fair..." gojo whispers.

"it's not fair?" nanami tests on his tongue. "it's not fair?!" he growls, snapping his lips shut to conceal the seething hum that rumbles through his chest, heavy huffs leaving his nose.

"satoru," at the call of his name gojo's hand drops from nanami's arm. "leave him be," suguru urges, calm and steady with a slight edge that carried a serious tone.

but satoru didn't want to leave it like this. he was sorry, he really was. he's... he's a human being, too.

"nanami, i can't be everywhere at once—" before he could finish there was a fist floating right in front of his face. nanami's arm is shaking with rage as it stays in place.

gojo's gaze shift from the fist to nanami's face. his eyes had grown dark, vein popping out of his forehead camouflaged by every wrinkle of pain that contorted his face.

nanami sucked in a breath before winding his hand back again only to be stopped just inches before gojo's face. he tries again. again and again. each attempt picking up speed against the double-paned glass. low, frustrated grunts bouncing off the hallway walls, a sniffle here and there until it's all reduced to shoulder shaking sobs.

"it's not fair," nanami chokes out.

A/N: AAAA i need to write it. right? right? AAAA okay thank you for reading my snippet. i needed to get it out

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk angst #jujutsu kaisen angst #nanami kento #kento nanami #nanami kento angst #kento nanami angst #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #gojo satoru angst #satoru gojo angst #jjk gojo #gojo jjk #jjk nanami #nanami jjk

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pigeon-princess · 2 months

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I just wanna say that I love your character Silas! He's like a nerdy scrawny lil rat boy who I would pspspsps and feed him bits of cheese 🥺

AAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! My little anxious know-it-all who is simultaneously a ball of rage!!! I know if you tried to pspspsppsps with a piece of cheese it would absolutely work on him. As thank you for your Silas appreciation here is a little WIP of him I've been chipping away at!!

#Silas shaw #dnd #curse of strahd #babes in the woods #He's my rotten soldier my good time boy my sweet cheese #he's so stressed about everything in barovia right now #Silas #this has been such a strange pose to draw its putting me through the wringer

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reluctantlyanimating · 4 months

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BOOK ELEVEN BOOK ELEVEN AAA

BIG SPILLERS FOR BOOK ELEVEN

OK I WARNED YOU

AAAA

I had two things for book eleven but like cmon

Had to share this one, and i can use the other one tomorrow since i don't have anything epic for it otherwise sob

I drew this when i thought his hair was black for some reason bc despite my 800 rereads idk i just

Nothing clicked.

Then for a while after that i thought he was blonde bc blonde moustache and i kinda like that idea but then the wiki says he's also a redhead so like

Yeah, ANYWAY

How to Betray a Dragons Hero is my favourite one of the books i think 🫶🫶 from start to finish it's just such a masterpiece of an emotional rollercoaster. The moment it starts we see even more the devastation Furious and Alvin's war has wreaked, the dragons having caused forests and cities and islands to be reduced to ash in their rage and the Alvinsmen having driven these dragons further into their rage by killing them and stoking their anger every single day.

And then there's Hiccup and i just

The poor boy ok

I look back at how young he was through the series and find having started as younger than he ever was and now being older than we ever get to see him (excluding the epilogue) it feels like I've grown up with him.

And with Fishlegs.

I may resonate with this book most bc we all have an idea of what it is to be othered by society. The loneliness Hiccup and Fishlegs face, the isolation Camicazi faces for truly her first time now standing with these two boys, and the hope for better resonates deep in me.

I love how Cressida, in all her novels, seem to center around this quote of hers from wizards of once.

"We have to trust in the children and hope for the best."

She puts so much emphasis on the childlike hope, the lack of cynicism and the reality that change IS possible if you're willing to chase it. And even if you don't see it come to fruition, it's a matter of two steps forward and one step back.

Hiccup makes it to tomorrow (literally lives another day) because of Snotlout realizing that no matter what, you can start to fight for the better. The war ended because of Snotlout's act of selfless bravery even though he never saw the end of it.

I think another reason these themes resonate with me is it also aligns with some biblical aspects. How Jesus said that children would inherit the kingdom of God, and how childlike faith is necessary.

These are definitely thoughts i wanted to tack onto book/day twelve but oh well, here we are.

I really love these books and hopefully have some musings left for book 12 tomorrow. Happy Doomsday!!

#httyd books #httyd #hiccup horrendous haddock iii #fishlegs no name #twelvedaysofdoomsday2023 #httyd book art #snotface snotlout #how to betray a dragon's hero

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grelleswife · 1 year

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YOU CAN SEE OLDER PANELS IN THE BG OF THE NEW PAGE AAAA 🥺🥺🥺

YANA SAID, “I’M GONNA JUST CASUALLY DROP THE PHANTOMFAM PHOTO ALBUM FOR THE 200TH CHAPTER COVER, AND SHE WAS RIGHT! 👏👏👏 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏

Although I couldn’t track down all of the past scenes shown here (gasp! Tumblr user grelleswife is a fake fan confirmed! 😱), I was able to match the following:

Chapter 39: A harried Mamma Michaelis tries to maintain order while chaos rages around him.

Chapter 44: During the murder mystery arc, after Sebastian’s presumed “death,” Finny reflects on how the servants owe their happy life at the manor to him and their young master (This is fine. I’m fine. I’m definitely not crying right now).

Chapter 84: O!Ciel returns from Weston College to find Old Man Sam’s wayward sheep causing mischief.

Chapter 85: The family that goes on shopping trips together stays together!

Edit: @fanfiction-snake reminded me that the image of Snake peeling potatoes is taken from this scene earlier in Chapter 85. Thanks again for the clarification! ☺️

If any eagle-eyed mutuals can identify the remaining panels from the cover, please feel free to reblog here!

#kuro asks #kuro spoilers #kuroshitsuji spoilers #kuroshitsuji 200 #kuroshitsuji #sebastian michaelis #o!ciel #mey rin #bardroy #bard #finnian #finny #tanaka #snake #phantomfam #THE WAY THEY LOOK LIKE THEY’RE POSING FOR A FAMILY PORTRAIT #THE WAY SNAKE IS INLCUDED BECAUSE HE’S ONE OF THEM NOW 🤧#this is the kind of fanservice i want more of from yana #i really feel that we’re getting a peek at their family scrapbook and reminiscing about this wonderful chaotic journey together

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WOWOW OMG WAIT. ur into dol too!!!

what do you think ur ocs are like in a dol like setting? like uhmm their stats and stuff yk like averys rage and like an example maybe blue would have a stat for anger

how do u think they will interact w the other canon love interests too??? would yulian hate dr. harper because harpers drugs might not go very well w the mind altering drugs he gives his darling????

AAAA I LOVE THE POSSIBILITIES SORRY

- bub anon 🫧‼️

Warning: suicide, physical and mental abuse

Yulian

Yulian's love stat will be maxed out immediately the moment you trigger a meeting with him! It will never go down even if you piss him off so many times BUT I'll have to add a new stat for him, let's name it 'Control' ...?

If you annoy him by doing something dumb or anything that causes harm to yourself, the stat will go up~~

Control 20 - Yulian thinks you are indifferent.

Control 40 - Yulian thinks you are wild.

Control 60 - Yulian thinks you are too wild.

Control 80 - Yulian thinks you are a brat.

Control 100 - Yulian thinks you should be caged.

Take him like Avery, always giving you money but he ends up buying you off from Bailey if the Control stat reaches 100. Starting from here, you'll only have 2 choices.

To get the 'Stockholm Syndrome: Yulian' achievement or always tries to escape. You can escape only if your physical and skulduggery levels are high. That said, you'll have to live undercover in the town and always get the 'You feel like someone is following you.' warning.

(You are not safe in the forest too because he also has his men guard the whole place)

If you get the stockholm syndrome achievement, you'll be wed to him and live a happily ever after life <3

"This way you will not do anything foolish that could cause harm to you anymore dear."

Blue

In order to trigger a meeting with him, you'll have to visit the club with the trauma, stress stats reaching 75 and the fatigue stat being at least 1200, and control being at least at the state 'You are worried'.

With this stat, you will be able to get the option to dress as someone else or not. Should you choose to dress as usual, Blue will not appear in the club with his friends.

Then, the alcohol/drug stat reaches at least 70.

You will then be notified of the option to approach this good-looking person and flirt with them.

Blue will first dismiss you but if you keep on bothering him, he will drag you to the bar inside, having a chat with you there. Blue will notice how some of your appearances feel artificial, as though you are trying to hide your face or identity from the public. From this choice itself, you have already triggered the ability to make Blue feels interested in you. (If he isn't, you can't increase the love stat at all)

You can increase the +Love stats by listening to him rambling, being sympathetic, and joining him along by talking shit about the people.

Unfortunately, you won't remember how he previously looked after the day changes due to the alcohol/drug state you were in. You didn't get to ask for his numbers and name as well but he will soon be spawned into your class, introduced as the student who just came back from 'vacation'.

Although you will not recognize him as the person you were talking to in the club, he will not mention anything about it. Despite how different you look from your initial appearance, he will still be able to recognize you.

"Pleased to meet you, I'm Blue. Please take good care of me, yeah?"

Blue's Love stat is also maxed out immediately after you manage to capture his heart on the first meeting. Although it can go down, he will not end his relationship with you.

Eleanor

In order to trigger his appearance, you'll have to have Trauma, Stress, Fatigue, Control HIGH (90), and consume hallucinogens/drugs. (Yes I'm not joking.)

It is impossible to turn him into a love interest and he will have these rage stats just like Avery ^^

"You see someone who mirrors your appearance. Is she/he your twin?"

(Casually spills lore)

He will mostly appear in your room, taking care of you, or in the forest looking for valuable items.

There will be +Love and +Rage in his system. Should you enrage him too much, he will turn violent on you, increasing your Pain stats.

Should your trauma, stress, fatigue, and control stat be maxed out, you will find yourself drifting away from your sleep after overdosing on sleeping pills and straying into the unknown world, giving you a bad ending.

If you somehow manage to befriend/date Blue or Lemon beforehand, the possibility of you coming back will be 1 and Eleanor will never appear anymore.

Eleanor's dismissal events are:

Trauma, stress, fatigue, and control below average and to stop consuming hallucinogens/drugs if you are addicted to them.

To be saved by Blue or Lemon and wake up on the hospital's bed after ??? Times have passed.

Seth

There are actually two ways to trigger a meeting with him but since we are talking about DOL... I'll just take the latter.

Due to one thing and another, Seth has to be aged up since he is originally younger than Darling by two years. PC's age is canonically 18 so- (unless Darling is somehow above 20 then he'll stay true to his age)

You can meet him in the Arcade and initiate an offer to fight against him in a game. Starting then, you can always find him there on Wednesday and Friday playing from the time school has ended until 6 PM.

Once the Love stat has reached over 40 or above, he will sometimes offer you to play with him in a multiplayer game (maybe like Metal Slug), and when it reaches 70 or above, he will ask you if you want to play in his place.

Just pure Vanilla bun... I can't write anything about the transmigration because it's DOL.

(Ps: he's not a sulky player like Robin wheeze)

Relationship

Yulian, Eleanor, and Blue wouldn't even let you go any closer to Harper and all the shady bitches in the town.

Blue will always ensure you are free from that perverted ass Leighton.

Yulian will somehow ask for Bailey's assistance in capturing you.

Eleanor is always present in the asylum should you be sent there.

Yulian also has his hands on Quinn's dirt.

#Beeg Brained Moments because my brain shrinks when it comes to LIfE Project casts.#yandere dol #yandere x reader #LIfE Project #Yulian the Corruption #Blue the Boyfriend #Eleanor the Finale #Seth the Resistance #Theatric Guest

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honey-on-your-tongue · 1 year

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hey! love your works so much 😍

can you write ab navi reader wearing short skirts and that made jake jealous cause everyone’s looking at you so he’s being a little mean to her hihi 🥵

idk if that’s even logical but it’s blue alien smut it’s not that serious right 🫢

AAAA I'm so glad you like my work baby!! 💕💕💕

🤭🤭🤭 when it comes to big blue Daddy, there's nothing I won't implement into the fic 💚💚💚

Jake's eyes are on you, watching your every move, studying your bare thighs. It's driving him insane, the way your tiny, tiny loincloth flows around you, the way he can see others staring at you.

His anger spikes, the rage clawing at the inside of his throat as it attempts to snarl everyone away from you.

He likes when you dress like that for him. But he must emphasize the him portion of that. Now that you're wearing it and everyone can see you, it doesn't thrill him as much.

And you—you don't even seem to notice. You just walk around, smiling at everyone, being kind and sweet as usual. You don't realize the looks they give you, the way they watch you, and it makes him fucking angry.

He watches as you help a little girl fill a basket with fruits, and, as you do, you bend over, and Jake can see everything. Your sweet ass, your pretty pussy, and it makes his cock jerk under his loincloth. And he's had enough.

He stalks towards you and grabs you by the arm, to which you turn to face him and then offer him a small smile. You don't even get to greet him before he's dragging you away without telling you anything.

“Jake!” you laugh softly, his grip on your arm tight. “What's going on?”

When he doesn't reply, you know something's up. He drags you all the way to your shared tent and just about pushes you inside. He storms in after you, and the scent of his anger suddenly invades your nostrils.

“Jake?” you question, heart beginning to race at the look in his eyes, dark and predatory.

“You're a slut,” he accuses, voice sharp and mean. “Walkin' 'round in that fucking thing, letting everyone look.” He scoffs. “Might as well let 'em all fuck you, too.”

Your eyes widen, ears folding back. You're somewhat offended by the accusation, but the scent of his rage, of his possessiveness is making your pussy grow wet. “Maybe I will,” you throw back, studying his reaction.

Jake's eyes narrow. He scoffs, laughing, and says, “So on top of the fact that you're a whore, you're being a brat about it?”

You shrug, watching him, and Jake groans.

“That's it, come here,” he demands as he takes a seat on the edge of the cot and pats his thigh.

Your eyes are on his as you obediently walk to him. He pulls you onto his lap, his large hands caressing over the skin of your ass and holding onto your hips.

“You're mine, hm?” he says, those amber eyes focused on yours. “Mine. You have any fucking idea how crazy it makes me when others look at you? Do you understand how bad I need to remind them all that you're mine?”

You smile softly. “I am yours.”

“Yeah, but with how you behave, you might as well belong to everyone,” he says.

“But I don't. I'm yours. Only yours, Jake,” you tell him.

“Well we've gotta show 'em that, huh?”

You grin softly. “You're going to fuck me in front of everyone?”

“If I have to,” Jake replies, kissing your neck, his mouth warm and wet. “If you want me to.”

You giggle softly. “Let everyone see me all naked while you fuck me?”

Jake chuckles against your skin. “On second thought, I will definitely not be fucking you in front of anyone else. That sight is reserved for me and me only, girl.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, your hands playing with the hair at the back of his head, fingers tracing over his braid.

Jake smirks as he kisses his way down your neck, to your collarbone.

“Tsaheylu,” you beg quietly, reaching for your queue. “Jake, please.”

He reaches for his own braid, holding it out to you, his eyes watching the look of excitement on your face. As the tendrils connect, you shudder, gasping quietly. You can feel Jake's anger, his jealousy, and there's something about the way he venerates you, about how he just refuses to let anyone so much as glimpse at you, that makes butterflies burst in your stomach.

Jake kisses your mouth softly, gently, his hands crawling to your thighs and then moving up. He slides his hands under your loincloth and tugs the flimsy item off, leaving you bare. He caresses a thumb over your clit, relishing in the pleasure that reaches him through the bond, his cock throbbing as you moan softly.

“This what you wanted?” he asks. “Hm? For me to touch you and remind you who you belong to?”

“Didn't do it on purpose,” you murmur, trying to hold his intense gaze, but you're flustered, and it shows in the way you keep diverting your eyes from his.

Jake smiles softly. It's something about the way you don't realize, about the way you can be so naive and innocent, that just makes him all soft and careful on the inside. And that usually turns into a scorching passion that will burn for hours.

“I know, love,” he says, licking over your lips. “I still gotta remind you that you're mine, don't I?”

You nod. “Yes, please,” you reply, breathless.

He grins as he pushes his loincloth aside, his cock springing free, and you eagerly lift your hips a little, eyes trained on his thick, long erection.

Jake runs the thick head over your folds, your slick smearing on him, before he pushes into you. You gasp, moaning at the feeling of fullness.

Jake doesn't even give you time to adjust. One moment, he's groaning as he fills you, and the next, he's fucking into you, rutting his hips up as his hands pull you up and down.

You gasp, grabbing onto his shoulders for support, squeals of delight and cries of pleasure escaping your lips.

Jake watches your breasts bounce. They peek through your beaded top, your pretty nipples hard, and he lowers his head to suck at one of them.

You mewl at the sensation, pleasure shooting through your body, making you weak all over. Jake's cock bruises your cervix, his girth stretches your gummy walls almost past their limit, and he drags against that spongy spot inside you that makes you whimper.

“Jake,” you mewl, nails digging into his shoulders. “Fuck! 's so good!”

“Yeah, I know,” Jake replies, chuckling, his own ecstasy swirling in his body. “It's real fuckin' amazing, huh?”

“Mhmm,” you say, nodding, as he ruts into you. You can feel the pleasure within you, a burning sensation that consumes your body, your mind. And you can feel Jake's pleasure through tsaheylu, which only adds to your ecstasy. It makes your body shake, eyes rolling into the back of your head.

“My gorgeous girl,” Jake says, kissing your jaw. “My girl. Not anyone else's but mine.”

“Yours,” you agree. “All yours.”

Your pussy clenches tight, making Jake grunt. “Goddamn. That's my girl.”

Your nails dig into his shoulders and you throw your head back, the pleasure increasing dramatically, without warning, making you cry out.

“Jake!” you mewl. “Jake!” Your hips writhe against Jake's, your skin clammy and sticky, the feeling of Jake's pleasure making you dizzy.

“Shh,” Jake coos. “Easy, girl. Easy.”

You shake your head. “I-I can't! Feels too good!” you whine.

Jake licks up your throat, making you shiver. “I know, baby. I know. You're close, hm? It's okay, I know you can take it a while longer, yeah?”

You bite your lip. “Mkay,” you agree, trying to ignore the pleasure, trying to push it away. But it's so difficult. Jake is just so big, his cock touches all the right spots. He bruises your cervix, kisses your g-spot, and his hipbone drags against your clit. The combination is driving you insane. All that, added up with his scent, his fierce look, his possessive hands that roam all over your body—

Fuck.

Jake studies your face, the way you pinch your eyebrows in concentration, the way little sounds leave your lips involuntarily. Everything about you makes his cock twitch inside of you, his load threatening to spill deep into your cunt.

“You're such a good girl, baby,” he says, smirking, as he kisses your shoulder. “Such a good girl. I think you deserve my cum in you, hm? Think I should fill you up so everyone can smell me in you.” He grazes his sharp teeth over your collarbone. “And maybe I'll give you a baby too. Maybe I'll fill you with my child, make it real clear to everyone that you're mine.”

At this, you whimper, gasping, your pussy growing tight around his cock. “Yes! Please! Fill me up! Please, Jake! Want your baby!”

He chuckles. “Yeah, you do, huh?” He can feel your orgasm nearing, the pleasure within you threatening to burst. “Go ahead, girl. Come all over my cock and then I'll fill ya up, hm?”

You mewl, toes curling, entire body writhing with ecstasy. “Yes!” you gasp, your mind overcome by the idea of being full of Jake's cum. “Yes! Yes! Fuck!” The pleasure coils tightly in your womb, making your body grow taut before your orgasm explodes within you, making you cry out. Your slick gushes out of you, dripping onto Jake's lap, and he shudders as he feels your release through tsaheylu.

“Goddamn,” Jake groans as he comes himself, his load spilling into you. His seed is thick and warm, sticky as it fills your raw pussy, making you mewl softly. “Fuck.”

You're breathing heavily, stars dancing behind your eyelids, and Jake chuckles as he kisses the tip of your nose. He places a hand on top of your womb and says, “Let's hope I give you a baby, hm? That way, everyone will know you're mine.”

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