#MAN oh man they were both 8s

[rosie-b]

Centuries Overdue

Summary:

Long ago, an evil Darkness spread across Europe, claiming the lives of many in the magic community. Trained by Plagg himself, Adrien made it his mission to stop the Darkness before it snuffed out the lives of more Mages and Talents, as it did to his own parents. Though he seemed to succeed in his mission, the pages of his old journals tell a different tale.

In the modern world, Marinette is a fashion student, working at a small library for the summer to earn extra credit. She’s never believed in magic before, but when she finds the old Agreste journals in her library, her beliefs about reality begin to crumble. Determined to find the truth, both about magic and the unsolved death of one Adrien Agreste, Marinette begins on a journey that will eventually lead her deep into the city’s catacombs, where an ancient force sleeps, but is ready to awaken once more…

Read chapter 1 on AO3 or below! I hope you enjoy 💕

Excerpt from the eighth journal of Adrien Agreste, written at Sassolungo Castle in Italy, on the first of November 1809.

There are times when I think myself unfit to be called a Traveler, much less an Adventurer, for my Heart longs for the feeling of Home above all these foreign cliffs and castles. Still, at times like this I am reminded of how necessary my Travels are and why I must continue them.

At first, my only desire was to honor my Parents. That was the Feeling, the unabating Urge, which drove me to the treacherous Forests of the Harz Mountains, to the Supljara Cave, and to even the farthest reaches of Europe, but with Time’s passing a new Desire grows within me.

There is something wild growing in the Darkness; when I close my Eyes I can feel it growing. It is a most disturbing Feeling, and one I am not alone in noticing. The Mages of Tikki and Plagg have felt it also, and have noted its Growth. It cares not for the Moon, nor the Stars, nor the Sun, but its Presence continues to spread unchecked at all times.

I fear if we do not find its cause ere the spring festivals’ start, it will prove too powerful to be Destroyed, and so I have made it my business to uncover its Secrets. This Darkening is surely a sign of a stronger, more sinister Magic, and I fear that there are things darker and still more guileful to come of it. I must make all Haste to prevent its growth, which is why I must journey to the edges of Light, to the place where my parents died…

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It was Marinette’s first day at work.

The small library was much bigger than Marinette had expected, or at least it felt that way. In half an hour’s worth of shelf reading, she’d only gotten through four shelves, not nearly as many as she’d hoped to check. She had decided to blame it on the call numbers; the way they were printed on the books varied depending on when they had been added to the collection, and she was finding that made older ones difficult to read. Those numbers, written in fading black ink directly on the books’ covers, were the hardest to make out, and she’d wasted several minutes trying to tell 8s and 6s apart.

But it was almost time for her lunch break, so Marinette jotted down her progress on the chart the head librarian had given her and returned to the circulation desk, where an old man was insisting that the new computers did not work, or if they did, they were far too confusing for an eighty-year-old to understand.

“I’m just trying to log into my email account, but I can’t even find the right button to turn the thing on,” the man said, tapping his cane on the floor emphatically.

“I can help with that!” Marinette folded her paper and set it down. “If you’ll just lead me to the computer you were using, I can get you signed in, no problem!”

The other library intern, whose lunch break came just before Marinette’s, smiled gratefully at her. She grinned back. Some people didn’t like this part of the job, but to Marinette it didn’t seem so bad. Then again, it was only her first day as an intern.

“Oh, thank you!” The man seemed very relieved, and he slowly began making his way over to the computers. He lowered himself into the third chair from the left with a heavy sigh. “I’ve already tried jiggling the mouse, but I don’t know if it’s even connected, because nothing’s happening.”

Marinette frowned and glanced at the monitor. The power button was hidden at the back of the screen, so she carefully turned the monitor around to check. As she thought, the button wasn’t glowing. She pressed it once and waited for it to turn green, and within seconds, the monitor was displaying its login screen.

“There you go, sir. Log in as a guest and let me know if you have problems getting to your email. Okay?”

The man smiled and clapped his hands together, knocking over his wooden cane. “Thank yo— oh! Thank you again, miss,” he laughed as Marinette picked up the cane and handed it to him. “Don’t know why they’re hiding the important buttons behind the screen these days. Made me look like a fool, didn’t it?”

Marinette smiled. “It just takes a while to get used to. And don’t worry, I was happy to help!”

The old man waved as Marinette turned to walk back to the desk.

That wasn’t so bad, she thought cheerfully. At least I’m doing some things right at this job.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng was not a librarian, nor did she have any intention of becoming one. But it was summer break, and she wanted to get a head start on internship credits for university. All the fashion houses in Paris had already chosen interns; luckily, it didn’t matter where the internship was as long as it provided some of the same skills working at a fashion house would, which this position did. It wasn’t even hard to get, since most people looking to work at a library applied to the François-Mitterrand Library, ignoring this smaller location, which was a mere municipal library not part of the BnF. The position paid decently well, and it guaranteed Marinette the extra credit she needed to give her a boost at university.

I already have a robust resume anyway, she had told herself when she’d been debating whether to apply to the little Bourgeois Library or not. Being Jagged Stone’s favorite costume and album designer has to count for something! And my designs have been featured in Style Queen a few times, too. Next year, I can have my pick of Paris’ fashion houses to work at.

It was time for Marinette’s lunch break, so she clocked out and grabbed the lunch her mother had packed. Normally, she would have gone somewhere else to make the most of her break, but she wanted to explore the library a bit more. There were lots of rooms on both levels of the renovated building, and she wanted to be able to guide patrons to the right section of books when they asked without getting lost.

With this in mind, Marinette finished her reheated croque monsieur and ventured off to explore. There were still forty minutes left of her break according to the new watch on her wrist — plenty of time to acquaint herself with the building.

The children’s area was downstairs, a colorful section full of picture books, games, movies, audiobooks, and bright-colored bean bag chairs. It wasn’t as full as it usually was, the children’s librarian said, but on weekends especially there were dozens of children and parents at a time filling the area.

On the far side of the basement was the young adult area. It hadn’t been renovated along with the rest of the building, and the gray shelves of books, old video games, DVDs, and three comic books looked unappealing to Marinette, and apparently to the rest of the young adult population, as there was only one person in the area. They sat in the lone, wooden chair by the poster advertising the youth group’s fall meeting schedule, looking at something on their laptop.

Marinette squinted as she made out the lone tuft of white hair on top of the visitor’s head. At least they’re young at heart, she thought with a shrug.

Back upstairs, there were three big rooms and one smaller one, with a central area where the laptop and computer desks sat, as well as the circulation desk, several sofas, and wood tables with cushioned chairs. Then, the three larger connected rooms — the North room held the nonfiction area, the West held fiction, and the East room had everything from large print to a kindle station to an open dictionary.

The last room Marinette visited was the smallest. It had a red carpet, large south-facing windows, a wooden globe atop a low shelf of foreign-language books, and a small, one-sided shelf of old, leather books facing the sun. On the other side of the shelf, there was a lone, wooden table in front of one red velvet chair.

Marinette walked around the room, gave the globe a couple spins, and stood by the central shelf to examine the books. A golden metal sign on it read that these were part of a special collection, and were not able to be checked out, although anyone could read them while within the library. They’d been donated by the Bourgeois family at the start of the library’s usage, and had remained there ever since.

But there weren’t any more librarians in the Bourgeois family; they had moved on to politics halfway through the last century and hadn’t looked back. Marinette supposed they were happy being richer, but a single library donation in the 1800s wasn’t enough charity work to persuade her to vote for Mayor Bourgeois in the upcoming election.

Marinette looked closer at the collection of books. Was it just her, or did it look like the old books were rusting? Small piles of red dust sat at the edges of the shelves, and the spines of many of the books were cracked, allowing her to see the threads that were binding them together.

She gingerly picked a book off the shelf, noting the cloud of dust it created; the way the spine threatened to crack in two at her touch; the brittle, yellow pages; and, with a look of disgust, the way it seemed to instantly suck all the moisture from her skin.

She immediately put the book back. Her hands were now covered in red dust from the cover.

Marinette rubbed her fingertips together, trying to get the dust off, but it seemed to have sunk deep into the lines of her skin.

Wonderful.

Marinette headed to the bathroom and washed her hands (and then washed them again when the dust didn’t come off the first time). Her break was almost over, anyway, so she might as well head back to the desk. Before she did, she stopped in the South room one more time, looking for the name of the book’s publisher so she could know who was responsible for her mishap.

The Journals of Adrien Agreste, vol. 3, read the half-attached spine of the book, which apparently had no publisher and was more of a diary than anything else.

Well, who would put that in a library? Marinette wondered. No wonder you can’t check it out. The first thing anyone would do with it after they left the building would be toss it in the trash just to spare future patrons.

And she walked back to the desk, taking long, confident strides and silently cursing this Adrien person for writing in books that would fall apart so easily. She wouldn’t be returning to that room anytime soon.

_-*-_ _-*-_ _-*-_ _-*-_

Excerpt from the eighth journal of Adrien Agreste, written in Munich, Bavaria, on the fourth of November 1809.

Being an Orphan is less tragic than one might expect. It puts me in good company, and it guarantees a kind of Sympathy from most people I meet. Emphasizing the sorrowful Look of a young Orphan helped me secure many a meal when I was younger and traveling, often Alone, back to Plagg’s cave after my parents’ death. Nevertheless, when I am by myself, I am struck by the Guilt and Sorrow I felt on the day I lost them… Some wounds take too long to heal.

Since to the best of my Memory I have never written about the Disaster before in these journals, I suppose I should put it here. It wouldn’t do to let it be forgotten, after all, and it may aid me in recalling the Dangers of Blå Jungfrun, the destination of this journey.

My mother’s Spirit was more adventurous than my father’s; the voyage to Blå Jungfrun was her Idea. There used to be a circle of Mages on the island, but an inhospitable Darkness drove them out. My mother wanted to see if, since much Time had passed since then, the island was safe once more, and she planned to do this using her Talent. My father was against the idea at first, arguing that neither of them had the ability to use Magic, only to detect and defend it through their Talents.

At that time, it was unknown to me that I had a Mage’s Gift, not the simpler Talent my parents had. They were afraid of the dangers Mages face, and tried to spare me from Harm by holding the knowledge of my magic back from me. Untrained as I was, I could not even sense Magic, and I was completely dependent on my parents to sniff out Curses and other Evils for me. My father mentioned this, too, but my mother was unswayed.

To her sensible mind, the Talents of my parents were more than enough to protect themselves and me from lurking Dangers. And no-one had visited Blå Jungfrun in nearly a century. Whatever Darkness once lived there, it had nothing to sustain it. Surely, it must be dead, she told my father.

Wanting to please his wife, and trusting in her own trust, he agreed to take me to Blå Jungfrun, island of the Blue Maiden.

The journey through Sweden was pleasant from what I remember. There are two groups of Mages in the South of that country, Ravlunda’s group being the largest. I plan to stop there on my own journey, which I pray will not be as ill-fated as my parents’ was.

Departing for Blå Jungfrun from Oskarshamn, my parents took a small boat, protected by Charms given to them by the Mages of Ravlunda. I went with them, and my clothes were similarly protected by Charms for extra safety, while my parents did not wear charms on theirs. There was one Mage from Oskarshamn who came with us, and she had the foresight to wear already-charmed clothing. That is how she and I escaped from the Dark Island.

The Island itself is nothing special. There are trees and rocks covering a large hill, which is otherwise barren. The locals have long feared that place, and call it the Mountain of Witches. They are not far off, except in time, since the Mages have long abandoned it.

The Ocean’s strange waves had floated the Boat a little way from the Shore; since there was no dock to tie our boat to, this had been expected. My parents and the Mage waded out to the boat where I still was, having spent less than five minutes on Shore, and that is when the Darkness struck.

It had sensed our Presence, and gathered into a Storm, fully visible even to me, and too powerful to be banished by the Mage. It was all she could do to keep the boat, and me in it, afloat as it threatened to capsize and was pulled still further out. By now my parents had to swim, their feet unable to touch ground under the water, and the Mage as well. I was frightened and did not know what to do, though I strove with all my might to row the boat back to my parents, and all the while the Darkness was growing until at last a Tendril reached out from the storm and dragged my mother fully under the waves.

My father dove in after her, thinking to save her, as the Mage climbed into the boat and cast a protective Spell just strong enough to create a sphere of safety in the Storm. We searched and searched as the Storm raged on, hoping to find my parents resurfaced, or to see their forms in the water and haul them into the Boat. But they were forever lost to the Darkness. We never found them, and for our own safety, the Mage determined that we must head away from the Island, which was the only place the Darkness seemed to draw power from.

I went back to Plagg’s cave, which is hidden in the Harz mountains, and stayed with the Mages there until I was old enough to take up my parents’ mission and travel again, recording the Darkness, keeping peace between Mages as their countries went to war again and again, and eventually learning of the Magic that was hidden inside me.

I have been lucky enough to take lessons from Plagg himself during his visits to the Cave, however impossible to understand and often of little help to a peaceful traveler like myself said Lessons are.

But now, if the Darkness is spreading, then I will need all the spells he taught me and more.

As I set out to the Blue Maiden, I plan for my journey to be a slow one. This is only in part due to the Ocean not being safe during winter. I will stay in Bavaria for a while and take lessons from the Mages of Mullo. Then I will move on to Leipzig and Berlin, should the fighting (for there is always War now) allow it, and finally to Świnoujście and from there to Sweden. Along the way, I hope to gather a small group of stout-hearted Mages to aid me in my Fight.

I must take the Time to carefully prepare to face whatever twisted Mage is at the heart of this Darkness, for I grow ever surer that there is one. Darkness does not move on its own, but it relies on Servants to work for it.

Let those Servants beware, for if I find them, I will not show them Mercy.

Author’s note: This is the first chapter of my fic for the @mlbigbang!! There are eight chapters total and I’ll be updating weekly, on Thursdays. I’d like to thank all the mods for helping this event go smoothly, my three beta readers (Angel, Helios, and my sister @poorschilpad) for keeping me on track, and my two amazing artists, @acise and @nireu-art for their crazy cool work. You guys are the best! 💕

#ml fanfic #rosie-b writing #miraculous ladybug #ml au #centuries overdue #i do recommend viewing it on ao3 because i used a super cool work skin so it looks superior to this version

[sweetestpopcorn]

Hi!! I love your fic,The Blacks and The Greens is my favorite F&B fanfiction,specially your Rhaenyra,I’m in love with her! I wonder why you ship Daemyra if you think Daemon never really loved Rhaenyra in the book,I get where you come from but if I actually thought that I could never ship them,like if he was always using her and even less if he in fact ended detesting her and abandoning her and their family for a teen girl,I couldn’t ship them if I thought that was the case lol I would despise Daemon actually lmao

Hi there 😊

First, thank you so much for your very lovely words and I am very happy you like the story and how I write the characters! I do put a lot of thought in them so I am very pleased and especially that you are mentioning Rhaenyra because Daemon is usually everyone's fav XD

I am confused, however, when you say: "I wonder why you ship Daemyra if you think Daemon never really loved Rhaenyra in the book,"

Where exactly have you hear me say (write) this? I have never said this.

What I stress is the fact that from everything the books present us about Daemon I do not believe he would be able to love a woman let's say like his father Prince Baelon loved Princess Alyssa. That is just contrary to his character and to whom he is. But that in no way means I find him incapable of love and affection in any way. I don't.

I discuss Daemon's feelings for Rhaenyra at great lengths in here as well as what love meant for someone like Daemon. It's undeniable that he desired her, that she had given him things he wanted (sons especially), that she possessed many of the traits he was looking for in a woman, that he was adamant about being the only man in her life, that he remained loyal to her until the end and died for her cause -> make no mistake, Rhaenyra and Aegon III would have been beyond doomed. Not to mention that the two of them were similar people. Both of them are described as bold, charming when they wanted, slow to forgive, hot-tempered, Rhaenyra is described as proud and Daemon is shown to be proud through his actions. Both were shown to be arrogant and passionate... do I need to go on?

How strange is it that two people who have as much in common as these two had develop feelings for each other?

Not strange at all, and contrary to popular belief we usually do not stay with our opposites, we stay with our similars. Research shows that 6s stay with 6s and 8s with 8s. Yes, I am aware there are exceptions but research is usually conducted for the majority.

Back to your ask now, I at no moment ever said he didn't love her in the books and I do not believe it. Many "intellectuals" and "neutrals" have this take, and like i have said multiple times, a lie told too many times becomes the truth, and that happened with Daemon and Rhaenyra when I joined this fandom. The dogma was that Daemon's true love was Laena and that he had a complete personality shift when she came along, like he was Satan became Jesus, and then switched again when she died -> because of course that love changes people, said no one who ever took psychology 101 ever - and he was a terrible husband to Rhaenyra though we do not see any of this prior to mid-way through the Dance. In fact, he went into a lot more work to woo Rhaenyra than he ever did Laena, but that spoils the narrative so let's ignore it *wink emoji*

That was never my take on Daemon or on Daemon and Rhaenyra's relationship even because I do not see evidence in the text that supports such claims. "Oh but just because it isn't said doesn't mean it's not true." Ok this game again, then I can defend that Corlys had a secret twin brother. Yes, it's not said, but that doesn't mean it's not true. So prove to me good folk online that Corlys didn't have a twin brother? Oh, you can't? Exactly.

I enjoy the toxic aspects of their relationship as well. I enjoy the chaos, it makes them entertaining in fiction. To me they are the most interesting couple and I will again use the metaphor that to me Daemon and Rhaenyra are two people playing a game of chess that neither can win and they both know it.

All the best to you, and happy new year ☺️

#rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen #daemon x rhaenyra #the rogue prince #the realm's delight #the princess and the queen #fire and blood #the dance of the dragons #canon rhaenyra targaryen #canon daemon targaryen #pre asoiaf #I swear I don't know where y'all get ideas from at times #popcorn answers

[fangirls-just-want-to-have-fun]

My Thoughts That No One Asked For on Dancing With The Stars season 31 ep. 9: 90s Week!

Taken down in VERY real time

I am once again reiterating that I would die for Daniel Durant

Not Vinny saying “salt and pepper” 😭 

The pros are once again SLAYING

DANIEL AND BRITT LOOK SO GOOD OMG 🤩 

Oh I can just feel in my bones that Trevor and Emma are gonna slay this

THEY SLAYED I KNEW IT

8s???? Really?? I think that deserved at LEAST all 9s 🤨

Oh Shangela is KILLING it but I mean water is also wet

THE WAY THE AUDIENCE CLAPPED FOR LIKE A WHOLE MINUTE

More tens for shangela methinks?

ANOTHER 10 FOR SHANGELA THANK YOU CARRIE ANN

Wayne really said I stay booked and blessed 💅😌 

Carrie Ann is in SUCH a better mood tonight I’m living for it

Wayne ATE that ngl

WAYNE IS BACK ON TOP BABY!!! 🙌🏻 

The way Daniel talks about his moms makes me just  🥺   

Daniel’s literally out here about to make me cry

“I’m so happy I can share my heart and soul with Britt.” No one touch me I am SCREAMING

THEM DANCING IN SILENCE IM YELLING

Daniel and Britt’s matching necklaces I’m on the floor they are fucking soulmates idc 😭 

Derek tearing up and his voice breaking talking about Daniel’s dance 🥺 

TENS FOR DANIEL HOLY SHIT IM GOING INSANE

Daniel and Britt each doing half of the “vote” sign so that they’re both doing one sign together god help me

“I don’t want this to end for me and Charli.” Heidi I hate to tell you this but NOTHING’S ending any time soon for Charli 😅 

Heidi I want to feel bad for you but I also kind of want you to go home

Idk I’m still not feeling anything new babes

God this is the first time I’ve ever agreed with Len 100%

Bruno just GRABBING Derek all the time is so funny

YUH GET IT SASHA AND DANIELLA

I think it should have been two 8s instead of one I think she’s still being over scored

Can Gabby and Val stop being good please

I did NOT know Bruno could say “sex bomb” on Disney plus

NOT BRUNO AND DEREK TAKING OFF THEIR SHIRTS LMFAO

FUCK they got another perfect score 

“(Vinny) is living proof of the power of your votes.” IM SCREAMING THEY DIDN’T HAVE TO DO HIM LIKE THAT LMFAO

I swear to fucking god if Vinny survives the double elimination I’m gonna lose my shit

Koko is really doing her damn best my girl is fighting for her LIFE

“I am not supposed to be here right now.” Well at least he knows it

29???? Oh yeah my man is going DOWN

Listen not to be queer but like Charli and Mark both look SO GOOD BRO 😍 

CHARLI’S KICKS???

Ngl Charli and mark actually have such a good partnership 

ALFONSO THROWIN DOWN WITH THE PROS I LOVE IT

Jeez so much perfect scores tonight 😟 (I am getting very scared for Daniel and Britt)

Why did Shangela and Daniel have to go up against one another 😭 

I’m not joking I’ll cry if Daniel and Britt go home

OKAY WAIT DANIEL KINDA SLAYED THAT

Aw yay go Shangela!! But I’m sad for Daniel 😭 

Honestly they were probably the best to be paired up cause they’re both such good sports and I think they’re friends so that was fine

Okay I’m gonna guess right now that Vinny and Heidi are going home (update: yes the gift of prophecy is nice thanks for asking)

Yes of COURSE Trevor was the winner why did we ever act like that was actually a competition 

NOT WAYNE CALLING HEIDI OUT SAYING SHE’S A TRAINED DANCER LMFAO

Wayne and Whitney are slaying this don’t play with me Bruno 

WAYNE AND WITNEY FOR THE FUCKING WIN BITCHES!!!

Okay Charli and Gabby this is the one I have NO idea how this one’s gonna go (but I hope charli wins)

I’m sorry but Charli and Mark ATE that idk how Gabby and Val are gonna top that

YES CHARLI GET IT

I swear to god if Vinny and Heidi don’t go home I’m gonna lose it

God those five points really do make a huge different jeez 

YES DANIEL AND BRITT IN THE SEMI FINALS FUCK IT UP AAAAHHHHHHH

HEIDI AND ARTEM ARE OUT THANK GOD

Okay judges come on now you canNOT pick Vinny over Trevor

“By the beard of Zeus…” Derek Hough you are the love of my life

I love that NONE of the judges are even trying to act like this is a hard decision 

VINNY IS GONE FINALLY THANK GOD

This was a great episode!! It was so nice to see my favorite couple (Daniel and Britt, in case y’all couldn’t already tell) get the tens they deserve!! I’m so nervous but so excited for the semi-finals next week!

#thank you so much to everyone who voted for Daniel!! #keep voting y'all! #dancing with the stars #dwts #daniel durant #britt stewart #britt x daniel #shangela #gleb savchenko #heidi d’amelio #artem chigvintsev #gabby windey #val chmerkovskiy #charli d'amelio #mark ballas #wayne brady #witney carson #vinny guadagnino #koko iwasaki #trevor donovan #emma slater #derek hough

[dadbodosamu]

what’s my name? [daddy]

Stepdad Osamu x Cis!Fem reader

WARNINGS: cheating, pseudoincest (stepdad/daughter), spanking, age gap (Osamu’s in his thirties and reader is freshly 18), daddy kink, spit kink, breeding kink

2.8k words. unbeta’d and vaguely edited

part one || part two || part three

“I can walk,” you say, slinging your bag over your shoulder. It’s your last year of high school, you’re an adult now, freshly eighteen, you can walk yourself to school, damn it.

“Let me drive ya,” Osamu says, grabbing the keys to his car. “Ya won’t let me make ya lunch anymore, let me at least drive ya to school. We can stop and get breakfast.”

“I can walk, Osamu,” you say, glaring at the older man.

Osamu stops dead in his tracks. “What was that? What did ya just call me?”

You scoff, adjusting your bag on your shoulder. “You’re not my dad and I’m not a kid anymore.”

You grab the door handle but before you can open it, Osamu has you spun around, facing him. His face is dark and the grip he has on your wrist is bruising.

“O-Osamu, you’re hurting me,” you whimper, trying, and failing, to pull your wrist from his iron grip.

“There ya go again,” he says. He tuts and shakes his head. “Go sit on the couch. I have to make a few calls real quick.”

His tone leaves no room for argument, so you walk across the living room with all the shame of a scolded puppy.

Osamu is already speaking by the time you sit on the soft couch.

“Hi, this is Miya Osamu, Hanamiya Y/n’s father. She’s feeling a little under the weather today, so she won’t be able to make it in.” Osamu says. He pauses for a moment. “I’ll be around to pick her work up sometimes this afternoon, thank ya. Ya have a good day.”

Before you can speak, Osamu is calling another number.

“Hey, it’s Osamu. Y/n is sick today, so I need ya to watch over the restaurant. Call if there’s an emergency,” Osamu says. He hangs up quickly, and dials yet another number. “Hey, {mother’s name}, Y/n is feeling a bit bad so I’m going to stay home with her today.” He pauses. “It’s no problem, stay at work. If she gets worse I’ll take her to the doctor.” You can barely hear your mother on the other side of the phone, but you hear her small ‘I love you’. “Yeah, I’ll see ya after work.”

Hearing him so clearly dismiss your mother has you seething. You almost want to throw something at him as he hangs up.

“You’re such a dick,” you say as he walks towards you. “You don’t care about her at all. Fuck you.”

Osamu laughs as he sits in the chair next to the couch you’re on. “Fuck me? Oh, no, little girl. I’m gonna make ya regret those words. Come here.”

“Fuck you,” you repeat, crossing your arms.

“I’ll give ya until the count of three,” Osamu says. “One.” You don’t move. His face darkens. “Two. I’m not kidding, little girl. Come here. Now.”

His voice is more serious than you’ve ever heard it. A shiver runs up your spine as you stand without a second thought. You take a few steps until you’re standing directly in front of him.

“Good girl,” he praises. The words roll off his tongue like honey, and, unwittingly, your pussy throbs. “Now, bend over my lap.”

You nearly laugh. “No way, there’s no way. I’m not a child.”

“One.”

You’re bent over his lap before he gets to two.

“See, ya can listen,” Osamu says. His hand runs over your too short school skirt, flattening it down.

Your cheeks burn with humiliation. You can’t remember the last time anyone had you bent over their lap, much less Osamu, who preferred other punishments.

“Osamu, please, I’m sorry,” you whisper.

He lands a heavy hit across your ass, his large hand catching both cheeks.

You let out a loud cry as you jerk forward.

“That again,” Osamu says, shaking his head. “Ya know that hurts my feelings, little girl? Calling me by my name? Like I didn’t raise ya. Now, tell me why ya decided to hurt daddy’s feelings like that?”

Tears burn at your eyes. “I-I hate you!” You cry, tears spilling down your cheeks.

Osamu tuts and lands another heavy handed slap on your ass. “And why is that, little girl? Tell daddy what’s wrong.” He rubs your burning bum soothingly.

“Y-you’re mean to mom!” You sob. “An-and I hate you for it, Miya Osamu!”

Two consecutive slaps land on either cheek and you hiccup a sob.

“That’s where yer wrong, baby girl,” Osamu says, once again rubbing soothing circles on your bum. “Me an’ yer mom had an agreement. It’s not my fault if she gets her feelin’s hurt. She hasn’t said anything to me about it.”

You open your mouth to speak but cry out instead as Osamu spanks you three more times in quick succession.

“An’ anyway, that’s adult business,” Osamu adds. “No place for a little girl’s nose.”

“Osamu, it hurts,” you whine, squirming around on his lap. You freeze when you feel something hard poking against your stomach.

“There we go again,” Osamu sighs. He spanks you no less than five times, each harder than the last. Your body shakes from your sobs.

“Daddy, please!” You cry, tears and snot covering your face. “Please, I’m sorry!”

“There we go,” Osamu says, smiling widely. “That’s my good girl. What’s my name, again, sweetheart?”

“Daddy,” you whimper, sniffling. You rub your face with your sleeve as Osamu rearranges your body so you’re straddling his thighs.

“Daddy’s sorry for spanking ya, sweetheart. I know how my little girl gets sometimes,” he says, hugging you to his broad chest. “Ya get so bratty, daddy just can’t help himself.”

“‘m sorry, daddy,” you sniffle. You can’t help be be acutely aware of Osamu’s hard erection pressing against your sore ass. “D-Daddy, your...”

“What is it, baby girl?” Osamu asks, gently pulling you down, pressing his cock further into your plush ass.

You hiss in pain. “It-it hurts,” you moan.

Truth be told, it hurt so good. Each slap against your ass had your pussy clenching around nothing and now that you knew Osamu was clearly turned on... well it was making your heart beat faster.

“Want daddy to make ya feel better?” Osamu asks. He thrusts his hips smoothly, grinding his cock against your pussy.

You think about your mom. How heartbroken she would be if she found out about this and how your relationship would never be the same.

Osamu’s lips attach to the base of your neck and thoughts of your mother melt away.

“Daddy,” you moan, rolling your hips to feel more of him. “Daddy, please, I wanna feel better.”

“I know, baby, I know,” Osamu mumbled against your skin. “Daddy’s gonna make ya feel better, okay? Daddy’s gonna make everything better.”

Osamu lifts you easily. You wrap your arms and legs around him as he carries you to your room. You try not to think of the bedroom right across from yours that he shares with your mother.

Osamu tosses you on your bed and you immediately reach out for him.

“Wan’ you,” you whine, your hands grabbing at nothing.

Osamu pulls his shirt off and tosses it across the room before climbing on top of you.

“My little girl is so needy for daddy’s cock, eh?” Osamu asks, rocking his hips against yours. You moan and wrap your arms around his neck, lacing your fingers in his hair.

“Daddy, want your cock so bad,” you moan. He pulls back, drawing a long whine from your lips.

“Stop whining,” he orders. Long fingers come up to your shirt buttons, nimble as they unbutton each pearly white button, exposing the peach-coloured bra you were wearing.

Your cheeks burn, suddenly wishing you’d chosen matching underwear this morning, or at least something more mature.

“So cute,” Osamu coos, throwing your shirt away. “Yer so adorable, baby girl.” Osamu pushes your bra up over your breasts and leans down. He gently takes your left nipple in his mouth, rolling his tongue against it as he teases the other with his fingers.

“Daddy,” you moan, clenching your fingers in his hair. He pinches your nipple and grazes his teeth over the other.

“Cute little nipples,” he mumbles, leaning up and tugging on both nipples one last time. He presses a kiss between your breasts and trailed down, leaving soft kisses down your stomach until he reaches the hem of your skirt. He looks up at you.

You nod. “Please, daddy. I-I want you.” Osamu makes quick work of your skirt and pink panties.

He kneels between your legs, spreading them wide. “Look at ya, such a pretty pussy.”

Osamu arranged your bodies until he was comfortably facing your cunt. “I could just eat ya up, baby girl.”

“Daddy, I want you to touch me, please!” You cry as he teasingly runs his fingers through your wet folds.

“I am, baby,” he says, smirking wickedly.

“More! Want you to really touch me, daddy!” You say, impatiently bucking your hips up against his hand.

“Settle down, baby,” Osamu says, pushing your hips against the bed with his free hand. “Daddy’ll make ya feel real good, darlin’.”

Before you could say anything, Osamu rubs his thumb in a circle over your clit. Your words get lost in a moan. Your head falls back against your pillow as Osamu leans down. He presses a soft kiss against your inner thigh before wrapping his lips around your clit.

“Samu!” You cry, back arching off the bed as he inserted a single, long finger in your cunt, all the while suckling at your clit.

He landed a sharp slap to your thigh without pulling away. He adds another finger roughly.

“What’s my name, little girl?” He asks. He pumps his fingers in and out of you slowly.

“Daddy,” you whimper as he licks deep into your cunt.

“Good girl,” he praises before leaning back down. He scissors his fingers, slowly stretching your walls. He ate you out in earnest, switching between slurping up your juices and suckling on your clit.

“Daddy, ‘m gonna cum,” you moan, gripping the sheets below you.

“Cum on my tongue, sweetheart,” Osamu says, pulling his fingers out. He rubs figure-8s over your clit and fucks his tongue in and out of your throbbing heat.

“Daddy!” You cry as your orgasm hits you. You cum hard, juices squirting on Osamu's face. He continues rubbing your clit until you start squirming from overstimulation. When he looks up at you, his eyes are dark and his chin is covered with your cum.

“Tastes so good, baby girl,” he says, crawling over you. He grabs your chin and kisses you roughly, not even letting you attempt a fight for dominance.

The taste of yourself on his lips has you thrusting your hips up, eager for more.

“So impatient,” Osamu tuts. He grabs your chin again. “So you’ll take anything daddy gives ya, right, baby girl?”

You nod, desperately waiting for something, anything.

“Open yer mouth,” he orders. Your mouth falls open without a second thought.

You can see Osamu gathering spit in his mouth and you let your tongue loll out in excitement.

“My baby is so desperate,” Osamu coos. “Ya want daddy’s spit that bad, baby?”

You let out a pitiful whine and squeeze his forearm.

You moan when his spit finally hits your tongue. Your eyes close as you savour it for just a moment before swallowing.

“That’s my good girl, swallowing before I even tell ya too,” Osamu praises. “Tell me what ya want, sweetie.”

“I wan’ you,” you whine. You tangle your fingers in the back of his hair and pull him into a brutal, sloppy kiss. “Fuck me, daddy, please.”

Osamu pulls away from you, breathing heavily, lips swollen and eyes dark. He quickly kicks his sweat pants down and off the bed.

“Come on, use yer words,” he says. “What do ya really want, baby?” He uses one hand to trace his cock along your slit, teasing your clit and clenching hole.

“Want your cock in me, daddy,” you say, hooking your right leg around his waist, pulling his hips down to meet yours. “Please, I want it so bad.”

You bite your lip as your eyes burn.

“Aw, is baby gonna cry for daddy’s cock?” Osamu teases. He pushes the fat head of his cock past your folds. You moan loudly.

“Please,” you moan. “Want more.”

Osamu pulls your right leg up and over his shoulder and inches his cock in your wet heat. He moans lowly.

“So fuckin’ tight, baby girl,” he says. Your eyes water as his fat cock burns as he slowly stretches your walls out. “Fuck, look how well yer taking me, baby.”

You glance down to where your skin melds together. You let out a low whine once you realise he’s barely halfway in.

“More, more,” you whimper, rolling your hips up. Every movement has him hitting another spot in you that has you clenching around him.

“Gonna take it all? Gonna be my good girl and take my cock?” He grunts as he pushes deeper. By the time he bottoms out, the head of his cock is pressing against your cervix and your thighs are shaking from the stretch.

“Oh, daddy,” you sigh as he stills. He’s stretching you in a way no one has before, and the burn just adds to the pleasure.

“Yer so fuckin’ full of me,” Osamu says, marvelling at the bulge in your lower stomach. He presses down on it lightly. He moans. “Gonna fill ya up real good, baby. Gonna make ya swollen with my seed.”

“Move,” you moan. “Want you to fill me up, daddy.”

Osamu pulls out slowly. He tosses your other leg over his shoulder and grabs your hips tightly.

“Oh, baby, yer not ready for me,” Osamu smirks. Before you can ask what he means, his hips pound against your ass, his cock going even deeper than before. A moan rips from your lips.

“Daddy!” You call, digging your nails into his shoulders.

Osamu doesn’t slow as his fingers meet your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in small circles. Your walls clench around him as your first orgasm hits you suddenly.

“That’s it, sweetheart, cum on daddy’s cock,” Osamu says. His hips and fingers don’t slow down as you gush around his cock. His pace seems that much more brutal with your overstimulation.

“Hurts,” you choke out. Your thighs tremble as Osamu continues his bruising pace.

“You can take it, sweetheart,” Osamu says. “Yer such a good girl for me, darling.”

Tears roll down your cheeks as another orgasm racks your body.

Osamu’s eyes roll back as your walls milk his cock.

“Good girl,” Osamu rumbled. “Creaming around my cock so well.”

You cry as Osamu speeds up.

“S-so good, daddy,” you sob as he grabs your legs and spreads them wide. You cry harder as he fucks into your cervix. “Fill me up, please, daddy! Want you to breed me!”

“‘m gonna fuck ya so full of my cum,” Osamu grunts, pounding into you slower and deeper. “Gonna knock ya up. Ya want daddy to get you pregnant, huh? Wanna be swollen with daddy’s seed?” You nearly bite your tongue nodding.

“Want your cum, daddy,” you whine as your legs start to ache. A high-pitched whine fills the room as you cum yet again.

“Fuck,” Osamu swears, his pace speeding up again. “Gonna fill you up, sweetheart.”

His cock twitches inside you.

“Please, daddy, please. Want you to fill me up, breed me! Want your baby. Want your cum, need your cum! Please, fill me up, daddy!” You babble uncontrollably as Osamu’s hips stutter.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Osamu moans as he paints your insides white.

One last orgasm hits you as you milk his cock.

“Daddy,” you breathe as his cum fills you up. “So good.”

“Yer such a good girl, sweetheart,” Osamu says. He pulls out slowly.

“No, no,” you whine, clenching around nothing. “Want you to stay in me. Don’t wanna lose daddy’s cum.”

“It’s okay, baby, daddy’ll fill ya up over and over again,” Osamu says. He moves until his arms are wrapped tightly around you and you’re laid across his chest.

He hums with satisfaction as you trace your fingers across his chest.

“Ya were such a good girl, darling. Took my cock so well,” Osamu praised. “Yer daddy’s best girl.”

“Better than your other girls?” You ask.

“Yer the only girl I care about, sweetheart,” Osamu says. “I love ya, little girl.”

“I love you, too, daddy,” you mumble. You yawn.

“Let’s get you cleaned up before you fall asleep, baby,” Osamu says. He easily carries you to the bathroom, sitting you on the edge of the tub as he starts the water.

You frown as you catch sight of your mother’s robe and reality hits you.

“Oh, god,” you whisper. You look down at Osamu’s cum leaking out all over your thighs. “Oh my god.”

“What is it, sweetie?” Osamu asks.

“I’m gonna be sick,” you mumble, covering your mouth. “Mom’s gonna hate me.”

Oh, she’s really going to hate you in three months, when a small bump forms between your hips and you refuse to admit who the father is. Osamu’s smug face whenever it’s mentioned doesn’t miss you.

#miya osamu smut #miya osamu #miya osamu x reader #timeskip osamu #osamu miya smut #osamu miya #cai writes #tw:pseudoincest #tw:incest

[rev-pirate]

An Analysis of c!Technoblade

I’ve been stewing on the contents of this post (essay lets be real) for literal months now and I need to get it out of my brain so here we go-- (traditional disclaimer that this is all about the characters unless specified otherwise)

For those unaware, the enneagram is a personality type system that (as I understand it) emphasizes growth, stress, and responses to trauma and conflict. It highlights basic fears and desires and how these things impact decision making, personality, and action as well as how mental health plays a key role in all of it. It’s a very versatile system and as such it’s become one of my favorite tools for both analyzing and writing characters with more Depth. There are nine base personality types in the enneagram and it gets more complicated from there but rather than explain it all at once I’ll do it while I go as it becomes relevant. The way I see it, Technoblade is an Eight. Wilbur is also an eight, as confirmed by cc!Wilbur himself who actually got his inspiration for his character from the song Eight by Sleeping at Last (one of my favorite bands of all time and favorite songs. when I tell you I freaked out when I heard Will talking about the enneagram and SAL and confirming what I thought about c!Wilbur’s enneagram type oh my lord--). Which is why I say that the enneagram is so versatile. Because Technoblade and Wilbur are both eights in vastly different ways. While this post is largely about Technoblade, I will also be discussing Wilbur’s character as a talking point comparison from time to time to illustrate what I mean. I hope this makes at least a little bit of sense. And since this is going to get long... catch you under the break

An 8′s most basic desire is to be in control of themselves and their situation. They fear the idea of people having power over them. They are motivated to be self-reliant, to prove their strength, and to be important. This can manifest in different ways. A desire for power over others, or the abolishment of power structures entirely. Wilbur craves power because he doesn’t want others to have power over him. He doesn’t like being told No. He has to Stick It To The Man. He has to be in control. He has to be in charge. He craves the challenge of it all. Technoblade wants no one to have power over him or over anyone else. His dislike of people having power over him manifested into his anarchistic beliefs of freedom and equality, of the abolishment of power structures and also in his physical prowess. He became physically powerful to find security in the hopes that it would limit challenges to his autonomy because he’s incredibly vulnerable on the social axis.

Interestingly, Eights tend to have a very physically commanding presence naturally in the way they hold themselves. It’s in the way they walk, the way they talk, the way they present themselves, etc., and this presence intimidates people and also makes people naturally look to them for leadership in group settings. This is true of both Techno and Wilbur but is antithetical to Techno’s desires while in support of Wilbur’s. Techno wishes to abolish power structures but is blind to the fact that his presence alone creates one even if he doesn't want it to and I find that very interesting. Ie. when building the syndicate room, Technobalde made sure there were two chairs on all sides of the table. Phil later broke one chair and made a head of the table implying someone would be in charge in meetings and that presumably that would be Techno. Technoblade then broke that chair and put two back down again to even it out once more.

Moving on, 8s also have a protective instinct. They will fiercely protect people they see as friends and family. They desire to stand up for and protect those who seem more vulnerable than themselves because they see themselves in them. This also plays a part in Techno’s anarchism, his desire to protect people from the power structures that hurt him and hurt countless others. It’s seen in Technoblade jumping (more than once) into a crowd of enemies to defend a single, vulnerable friend. In taking in and caring for countless innocent creatures. In looking at Ranboo and telling Phil he couldn’t trust someone who reminded him so much of himself despite defending Ranboo at doomsday, giving him a place to stay, and ultimately standing between Ranboo and the Eggpire and taking any threat against Ranboo as a threat against himself. In not caring that people present at the red banquet had been his enemies, all he cared was that there were people falling victim to a corrupt power structure who were trapped and poised for execution in need of someone to step in and save them. Because, in the end, friend or foe, everyone deserves freedom. This can go too far, however, as some 8’s may find themselves developing savior complexes and butting in where they aren’t needed or wanted.

On a related note, 8s are very emotionally vulnerable people. They use a tough facade and often deflect to cover up their vulnerability in order to protect themselves because they are easily hurt. They learned at a young age to keep others at a distance because letting someone in could ruin them and probably already has. An eight is afraid to love or be loved because love is another structure of power. loving someone gives them power over you and gives them the ability to break you from the inside out. In a way in which your physical strength doesn't matter. So Technoblade shuts people out because he doesn’t want to get walked over, used, ignored, betrayed, and hurt anymore. And for so long he couldn’t even bring himself to trust Ranboo, no matter how much he liked him and liked having him around. The emotional armor is up in full force and he’s not letting it back down again after Tommy. Not easily at least. Likewise, eights often feel misunderstood as a product of their emotional distance. They easily succumb to feelings of rejection and hurt then struggle to talk about it because that requires revealing their vulnerabilities. So it all just piles up into an instinct to reject first before you can be rejected. It’s a mess. And it takes a lot of work both internally for an 8 and with the effort from the other party for an 8 to eventually lower their walls. To put down the sword. To let someone in. But Hoo Boy once someone has been let in? That protective instinct is something to behold.

This leads us to the stress factor of the enneagram. An 8 under stress moves towards the 5′s paranoia and secrecy. Wilbur became more and more paranoid as the stress of the situation in exile mounted and he caved under the weight of his deteriorating mental health. Accusing Tubbo of being a liar, seeing Techno’s actions as a confirmation that everyone is against him, etc etc. This manifests in Techno as well. He’s incredibly jumpy and hyper-aware of his surroundings and constantly runs threat assessments. He hid his true strength for weeks when he joined the server, wearing a set of iron and eventually diamond despite the speed at which he’d acquired a full set of netherite armor hidden away in his ender chest. He hoards items and gear like a doomsday prepper waiting for the shoe to drop even when there are no threats or conflict in sight. He just has to be ready at all times for conflict to happen because he can't allow himself to be caught off guard and underprepared. The armor never comes off. And the one time he took his armor off willingly in front of someone as a sign of trust they attacked him immediately to take advantage of it. He doesn’t trust anyone but Phil, the one person he let in that stayed. And even then.. the armor stays. He has secret bunkers inside his secret bunkers. and still more untold secret bunkers and stashes. He’s too paranoid to show all his cards. On the growth spectrum, eights tend towards the kindness, caring, and open-heartedness of the 2 when moving away from stress. We see this when Techno is most vulnerable. When he’s comfortable enough to let the armor slip. Most notably around Phil and animals. And slowly, the other members of the Syndicate as well. He cares. He’s kind. You see it in the softer moments with the people he cares for. In making sure Ranboo is okay after doomsday and after being attacked by Bad at the egg. In telling Tommy it's okay to not be okay and that healing takes time when he started panicking at the sight of the final control room and offering to listen if Tommy needed to talk. In making sure Niki feels included, heard, and encouraged. In feeding foxes golden apples. In defending Michael from a Ghast. In sacrificing it all so Carl could live. In stopping and looking back to make sure Ranboo hadn’t fallen behind in the nether and silently placing blocks to make difficult jumps much easier to make. and on and on and on. 

Everything combined results in a person who desires to be strongly independent.

Wings

A lot of the ways in which Techno and Wilbur differ can be explained by the next layer of the enneagram: wings. One aspect of the enneagram theory is that everyone has a dominant type and then an adjacent type that they lean towards referred to as a wing. The wings of the 8 are 7 and 9. Wilbur is 7 leaning while Techno is 9 leaning. 

8w7s are more overtly aggressive than the 8w9 while 8w9s are on the more subdued side of the 8 type. Technoblade, for all his reputation for violence, must usually be pushed to conflict while 8w7s are more likely to incite conflict for the challenge and the thrill/fun of it. 8w9s tend to be avoidant of conflict they are unsure about. The 9′s conflict avoidance influences the 8 in ways that make them pick their battles. Technoblade never enters a conflict he is not confident he can win unless his Protective instinct and/or his Values overwrite his Self Preservation instinct.

8w7 types are largely extroverted, 8w9s are largely introverted. 8w7s tend to have more immediate and explosive anger, while 8w9s tend to smolder and Smolder until they reach a tipping point where Enough is Enough and they boil over. The 9′s ability to see and understand all sides makes an 8w9 more considerate of other people, their viewpoints, and their individuality. This is something Technoblade values Very Highly despite being imperfect about it. So 8w9′s feel less of a drive to assert themselves and their power over the people around them while 8w7′s do the opposite.

The 8w9 is also skilled at switching between the Aggressive 8 and the Passive 9 depending on the environment and the situation. Unfortunately, because of the 9′s tendency to, at unhealthy levels, dissociate their empathy and feelings to become indifferent combined with the vengeful aggression unhealthy 8s can experience when crossed, an unhealthy 8w9 can become very destructive and indifferent to the pain that they cause with their destruction. And only as they tend towards growth and healing do they begin to potentially understand that pain and express regret for those actions. 

Tritype

If we go even deeper with the enneagram, another huge tenet is that it’s divided into three parts, each with a different intelligence center. The three centers being the mind, the heart/emotions, and the body/instinct. Each person, theoretically, has a tritype which reflects which Number from each of these sections is most dominant in their personality.

The numbers of the enneagram are broken up like so: 8 9 & 1 represent the body, 2 3 & 4 the heart, and 5 6 & 7 the mind. Each person has one type amongst each part. And the order of the numbers determines the dominance of that type in the personality. It gets a lot trickier to pin down a character with a tritype. I think things can be argued in different ways depending on your perception of Techno’s character and the order of the second and third numbers is difficult to conclude and a lot could boil down to conjecture. Additionally, you start to depend more on archetypes than actual character moments and there’s also the potential for cc!techno’s personality to start bleeding into the analysis. But we’ll look at some of the options anyway. Because I like digging deeper to explore a character’s depths but I’ll try not to go too deep down the rabbit hole.

The first number of Techno’s tritype is, of course, 8 which represents the body and instinct because his main fear and desires encompass a desire for autonomy and control over his own person. So the question becomes what type’s strategies influence his heart and mind.

Let’s start with the Head types. 5′s can be intelligent, isolated, perceptive, secretive, emotionally detached, and knowledge-hungry. 6′s can be loyal, charming, anxious, suspicious, responsible/cautious, and stressed. Whilst 7′s can be adventurous/thrill-seeking, excitable, spontaneous, and versatile busybodies who stay on the move to escape confronting their problems. In my opinion, we can eliminate the 7 pretty quickly. This brings us to the 5 and the 6. 

As I discussed earlier, 8′s move towards 5 in stress so the traits of a 5 already bleed into their actions. So you have to extract from his character the things that are just him being a stressed 8 and which is his other intelligence center. But it’s inarguable that they remain intertwined. So it could really go both ways. I personally think evidence leans more towards the 6. (Fun fact cc!Wilbur has called cc!Philza a 6.)  I say 6 because Techno’s always planning for the worst-case scenario, always assumes the worst could happen in a situation. He’s always suspicious of motives. He tries to maintain a level of caution at all times. He’s very loyal to his friends and family. Some of this is Techno’s trauma speaking and the stress factors of the 5 but I think some of it has always been baked into his personality. (EDIT: I think I dismissed the 7 more quickly than I should have. especially following the prison arc. I started to consider how Technoblade’s general positivity and energy, ability to ground people in crisis and remain relatively calm himself despite all of the anxiety he experiences both before and in the moment, and his apparent fondness for travel and new experiences are seven tendencies. But the 8 and the 7 together in a tritype make for someone Much more assertive than Technoblade is and more extroverted than he’d ever be. 87_ tritypes get anxious when alone and inactive and Technoblade is Chillin when he’s by himself with his animals. So my original assessment i think still stands.)

As for heart types, we have the 2 which is caring, generous, possessive, people-pleasing, and service-oriented; the 3 which is achievement-driven, charismatic, image-conscious, adaptive, and driven to be of value, but often attention-seeking; then the 4 which is creative, withdrawn, dramatic, moody and emotionally honest, dissatisfied with the ordinary thus forever striving to be unique. Once again, as mentioned earlier, 8′s move towards 2 when in growth so he already shares many traits with the 2 in times of growth. I think we can eliminate the 4 for Techno, though. Which leaves us with the 2 and 3. 

If we look at the base desires and fears of the 2 and the 3 I think that the 3 informs techno more so than the 2. The 3 fears being worthless and thus do what they can to feel valuable and worthwhile knowing, which is why being Used would hurt Techno so much. He does everything he can to contribute, to aid where needed and requested or before the need ever even arises, to grind countless hours to supply the revolution with items and gear, to help out his friends and allies as much as he can in battle. To provide and provide and provide Only to be cast aside. Ignored. Made Worthless. A weapon never truly valued, only temporarily used. Additionally, 3′s are success-oriented. Technoblade is very much motivated to Win. This is a bleed-over from cc!Technoblade, as he is competitive and known for Winning. The fanbase expects and pressures cc!Technoblade to Win and therefore, c!Techno must win. He fears losing. He fears dying. He fears losing his reputation and his carefully fostered image as an untouchable and undefeated warrior. He must be The Best. Which also feeds into things already discussed such as his need to be over-prepared, his desire to know if he can win a fight before he chooses to engage in it, etc. 

I found it interesting then that the combination of the 863/836 tritype is labeled with the archetype “The Justice Fighter.” Challenging unfair and unjust authority is in their blood. At their happiest when they can channel their protective energy into a cause. It’s easy for them to be so blinded by their cause that they get in the way of it. Technoblade’s use of extremism and violent force giving anarchism a bad rap, pushing people away from the ideal he was trying to spread. With time he realized the fault of those actions and modified his modus operandi until it leads to the creation of the syndicate as an example. 

A lot of what I’ve already said about Technoblade could go here to exemplify why exactly he’s an 863 but I’m not going to bother going back over those points in order to recontextualize them and prove it. This is already really long and I’m just glad I finally got all of this out of my brain. I just hope it made some sense. If you made it this far I both thank and congratulate you. I appreciate you for reading <3 

And, while you’re here, Do yourself a favor and give Eight by Sleeping at Last a listen :D

#Technoblade #character analysis #dsmp #dream smp #mcyt #meta

[mommymooze]

Blacksmith

So I had my first ask from @sloth-and-gluttony-are-my-sins, so the absolute first thing I had to do is mess it up. Tumbler, you are mean when they ask a question and then  I ask a question and it doesn’t leave the original dohickey in my mail here so I can use it to respond and then I got all confused but...the important part was someone asked and I wrote and here it is. Enjoy.  Especially Sloth&allthat. 

You first meet the students at Garreg Mach in the summer of the last classes ever held there. Your friend Anna requests your services because the regular blacksmith fell ill. You feel the need to expand your horizons. Working for your father for years, perhaps it was time to start setting up a shop of your own. What better chance than to take this job. Everything is here already except for a smith. They have plenty of horses that need shoes, weapons that need repair and new weapons to be forged.

 Getting up with the sun, you load wood and coal into the forge, regularly working the bellows to get the heat high enough to soften the hardest metals. Each blacksmith has their own tried and true methods of working and molding the metal into their desired shapes, resulting in weapons and tools to sell in markets. Your family has a history of great craftmanship, you must carry the torch.

Today you are working on fine pieces of steel that slowly will become beautiful custom daggers. The blades requested by the handsome gentleman were specifically ordered to be perfectly balanced, incredibly sharp, shiny and deadly.

Pumping the bellows a few more times, you check the glow of the metal, it is glowing brighter, soon you will be able to work on flattening the steel into shape. You pull the strap of your thick leather apron over your head, tying it behind you. Thick leather pants also protect your legs, your heavy leather boots protecting your feet from metals shards that constantly fall and cover the ground, a hazard of working with metal. Your naked hands grabbing the metal long handled tongs, reaching into the superheated forge and grabbing the brightly glowing hot steel, placing it on the anvil. You reach for your twenty pound hammer with a muscular arm that few, if any, in the monastery could compare to. Your shirt is sleeveless to allow the 100% freedom of movement necessary for your work, your arms forever glistening with sweat from the heat of the forge and materials you work with. You spend an average of 12-14 hours per day working with the metal, molding it under your power, shaping it into beautiful deadly tools.

You begin hammering the metal in a rhythmic pattern, giving a heartbeat to the marketplace. You switch hands every so often, glad that you are ambidextrous, developing the thick strong muscles on both arms evenly. It makes you chuckle-some smiths you know who have a single heavily muscled arm, the other tiny compared to the first. Not that the rest of you is underdeveloped. Your legs, stomach, back, even your neck is muscular having to constantly lift heavy pieces of metal, armor, logs, you name it.  You pick up the glowing metal with your clamps, it stretches well under your will, nice and evenly drawn out and ready to be fired again for its next hammering.

You look up in time to see a young blonde haired man. Dimitri as you recall, standing watching you work. Tossing the steel back into the forge, you turn to speak with him.

“Good morning, what can I assist you with?” You greet him as you wipe your hands on your apron, black bits of carbon staining the front.

“I was hoping you could help me with this?” The blue eyed man blushes as he produces a steel lance with the spearhead bent at a very incorrect angle.

You take the lance turning it around and look into his handsome young face. “Were you using it as a lever? Trying to get rocks out of the ground? How many of you were pushing on the handle?” You smile at him.

“Oh no, I was just sparring and, well, I guess I hit the wall and well, here we are.” His blush has crept down his cheeks and into his neck.

Turning the spear again, you find the point where the metal has given way. You move to the right, standing with your legs and knee holding the handle of the spear against your anvil, using both hands you are able to bend the spearhead back towards its original position, then toss the end into the center of your forge. Pumping the bellows a few times you turn to the owner.

The prince’s eyes are as wide as saucers, he had tried to straighten it back out himself and it would not give at all. You simply grabbed it and straightened it back in the blink of an eye.

“Well, Dimitri, what would you like me to do? Just straighten it back out? Reinforce it to make it harder to bend?” You ask as you pull out another piece of the dagger steel and begin hammering it.

“Yes! That would be wonderful if you can reinforce it some. If it would be of no trouble to you.” He looks away shyly.

“That’s what I am here for. I don’t have the fire built for it today, but I do have some welding set for tomorrow. Should be ready in the afternoon.” You answer, not missing a beat with your pounding the metal, drawing out the furthest end into the point of the blade.

Dimitri stands mesmerized as you continually strike the metal, the sweat rolling down your arm muscles then suddenly drops of sweat are flung into the air with the next strike of your hammer. Suddenly he realizes that he’s been staring at you.

“Just how heavy is that hammer?” He asks.

You hold the hammer out to him, your arm straight, the metal head close to his chest. “grab the handle just under the large metal end. It may be a bit hot if you grab the end itself. “

Dimitri takes the hammer in one hand, not expecting it to be that heavy, quickly he gets a second hand on it before he drops it completely. He grabs the handle with two hands, raising it above his head before bringing it down to waist height, then handing it back to you. “It is quite impressive that you can swing it over your head all day long.”

“You could do it too, just need practice. You are incredibly strong to be able to bend your weapons like you do.” You smile, turning back to your work.  You wave to him saying his spear will be ready tomorrow afternoon.

 After a nice lunch break you are back at work on the daggers. Fine tuning the edges calls for a smaller hammer and more finesse work. Clangity-clang! The higher pitch of the five pound hammer working the metal to a fine sharp edge.

“Hail good Blacksmith! If I may have a moment!” A cheerful voice pulls you from your concentration. You grab your tongs and place the blade in the forge for reheating.

You turn to see a Noble Gentleman whose hair color could rival the center of the forge, glowing as orange as the coals in the middle. His wide smile beckons for your attention. “Good day to you sir. How may I assist you?”

“Lady Blacksmith, if I may inquire.” Ferdinand begins, a look of awe is upon his face. He had no idea the muscles that he was admiring belonged to a woman, a very healthy, muscular woman. He coughs into his fist briefly. “In my last battle I incurred damage to my left gauntlet. As you can see the plates on the outer fingers have been bent, making it difficult to grasp my lance properly. I would pay anything if you are able to assist me with this problematic situation.”

You hold yourself back from laughing in the face of this apparently naive noble asking a woman for assistance with the grasping of his lance. You kick the anvil to keep yourself from smiling as you answer. “I would be happy to assist you with the repair of your gauntlet.” You hold the metal glove in your hands turning it and getting a gauge of the metal that was used for the plates.

“You have excellent maintenance skills. A well oiled and maintained piece such as this will last you many years. If you could give me 3 days to complete the work, I can have it back to you then, good sir.”

“Excellent. My name is Ferdinand Von Aegir. I am most pleased to make your acquaintance.” He proudly announces as he holds out his hand so that you may place yours within it for a kiss.

You shyly back away, hands behind you. “You wouldn’t want to kiss these hands right now. They’re covered in coal and oil and smell like steel and grease.”

“Another time, perhaps.” He bows. “It would be an honor to kiss the hand that makes the finest steel bend to its will.” The smile he gives outshines the sun as he bows, heading off to merge in with the crowds, long strides taking him halfway through the marketplace in a scant moment.  

The rest of the day is spent finishing the daggers, straightening the lance, and pounding the steel to the correct thickness to replace the bent portions of the damaged gauntlet. Bending the metal around rods of the correct thickness, matching that of the removed parts then finally hammering the punch to make the hole in each side, allowing the piece to be fastened to the glove and inner plate.

 The next morning is cool and the heat from the forge is most welcome. Today mostly coal is in, the fire needs to be hot hot hot to work on welding the additional metal to the spear. Tempering the daggers and gauntlet bits. Twelve new spearheads requested.

You begin with the weld, everything pristinely clean the fire exceptionally hot as you heat the spear and steel to be welded. Placing the first piece of steel on the spearhead and removing them both from the heat. Placing them on the anvil quickly and lining them up with shorter clamps, you immediately hammer the two pieces of metal together, joining them into a single piece. Now you must reheat the spear to weld more steel on the other side.

While waiting you grab the first of the three new dagger blades that are on the outer edge of the forge. The metal is heated to orange, not nearly as hot as the welded pieces. The oil in the metal tub close to the forge is warmed sufficiently and you quickly dunk the blade into the oil, swirling it in figure 8s to cool it quickly, tempering the metal and strengthening it. The flames on the oil dies down as the metal cools. You place it back in the forge, tempering the other two blades.

Now the spearhead is hot enough to weld the other side. You hammer the pieces together tossing them into the firey forge to heat to tempering.

Grabbing your waterskin you take a long drink. For being so chilly this morning, it’s gotten quite hot in the shop. You swear the pink haired girl standing close to the side of the front is just there to warm herself. Dimitri begins to walk past and notices you taking a break.

“Your lance is coming right along. I’m well on track to have it done around lunch.” You lean with an elbow on a huge log standing on end at the front of the shop.

“Wonderful. I was hoping to get in some sparring this afternoon. Not that we always practice with regular weapons, but it’s good to keep the muscles toned.” Dimitri smiles at you. He can feel the heat radiating from you even a few feet away. His eyes watch the drops of sweat dancing down between the muscles in your arms. He jolts when you speak.

“I can tell you work hard. Be proud of yourself. I’ll be here to make sure you’re well equipped.” You give him a big smile and wave as he heads off to his friends.

The daggers are ready for the next tempering, followed by the spear and gauntlet pieces. Now you pull out your files, working the edges of the metal on the spear so there are no sharp bits, making it smooth and shiny.  Only a few files are needed for the spear. The daggers however need much more work, fine tuning the angle of the blade, then having to switch to stones, finely oiled and the edges drawn out until they can cut a hair.  You almost have one dagger complete when Dimitri returns for his weapon.

You’ve polished it up, removed any burrs, smoothed the handle and sharpened the edge.

“Thank you so much, your work is magnificent.” The prince starts off well, placing his payment on the anvil, then reaching for his lance. However once his fingers brush yours, his shyness gets in the way. “Such a beautiful spear completed by a sharp...Uh..no..Sorry. I brought you a muffin.” He says grabbing the lance and stuffing a bag with a large blueberry muffin contained inside into your hands before he turns beet red and runs off.

You laugh, realizing you had not stopped for lunch yourself. Grabbing a bite to eat you finish your tasks for the day.

 The next morning you finish the gauntlet for the red haired noble, polishing the whole thing until it glows. You decide you’ll make the deliveries during lunch. The schedule is light for today and you’ve always wanted to see the students in their ‘natural environment’. You spend entirely too much time trying to knock the smithy smell off of you. Now you smell like coal, oil, iron, steel and lavender. At least your skin is more pink than black on your arms and face. Your hair is pulled back, you’re wearing a fluffy gray blouse and dark gray tight pants with leather shoes.

Most of the students are gathered in the dining hall. It isn’t hard to spot the tall young man with his glowing red hair that is just brushing his shoulders. Of course, for some reason, he has announced his own name, confirming you have found the gauntlet owner.

“Such an unexpected surprise!” Ferdinand says as he stands and bows to you. “It looks magnificent! Do you mind if I try it?”

You nod, smiling at him.

He stuffs his hand into the gauntlet, the fingers wiggling and grasping at his other hand. He looks into the gloved portion, slipping it off. “It is perfect!” the redhead announces loud enough for everyone to hear. “There is something different, there was a spot inside that somehow does not bother me at all.”

“I attached a bit of moleskin to some places that were rubbing at the base of your fingers.” You point to the area.

“Simply magnificent! Your work is perfection with every effort! Thank you! Thank you!” He says graciously as he hands a bag heavy with coins.

You look at him curiously, this was far more than you were expecting, a whole new gauntlet would have been cheaper. “Are you certain?”

“Ahh yes! It fits me like a glove!” He smiles, holding his hand out, waiting for yours.

You cautiously take his hand and he gently brings his lips to your knuckles. You find this cute and can’t help but giggle.

He laughs cheerfully as he turns and heads back to his room to retrieve the missing match for his review.

 You head out towards the classrooms, looking for Professor Byleth. As you’re walking you hear a voice approaching from the right.

“Ooooh. Looks like a lovely, gorgeous lady is about to find out this is her lucky day” A male voice schmoozes as his footsteps come closer, suddenly a deeper voice chimes in “That’s the blacksmith, idiot. She will break you like a toothpick.”

 Alone again, you enter the classroom. Byleth looks up from the desk where she was grading papers.

“Almost have your order complete for the lances. Have you seen Yuri?” You ask, holding out a box.

“He just left, I bet you can catch him if you hurry, just head towards my room, right by the sauna.” Byleth answers, giving you a wave.

 You run out heading towards the entrance to Abyss. You hope you can catch him before he heads down. Something about being underground just gives you the creeps. Like at any time the roof is going to collapse on you. You’re running and thrilled to spy him just around the next corner.

“Hey!” you call out, gasping for breath. Your job doesn’t normally call for you to run.

“Hello there, friend.” He sweetly calls back. “What brings you all the way out here?”

“Needed a change of scenery, so I thought I would make a few deliveries, here.” You say as you hand him the box.

“Oh, these are nice. I knew you would come through.” He says as he takes one of the daggers out, twirling it in his fingers. “Sharp as an eagle’s eye too.”

“It’s buy two get one free day.” You nudge his shoulder, fortunately he catches himself before you knock him completely to the ground.

“I pay fair a price. I don’t like owing anyone for anything.” Yuri frowns deeply.

“Well I heard there’s someone you know that makes a wicked fruit tart, one of those would be payment plenty.” You grin.

“That can be arranged.” Yuri smiles and winks.

#fe3h #Fire Emblem Three Houses #feth #fe3h x reader #dimitri x reader

[lovely-ateez]

As You Wish~

ꕥPosted: 8/6/20

ꕥGenre: Fluff, Smut

ꕥParing: Fem!Reader x Hongjoong

ꕥWord Count: <1k

ꕥWarnings: Unprotected sex, Language, Praise (m recieving)

ꕥA/N: HJ’s bitchass has got me whipped so this is the result. You’re welcome lmao

“Hmm. No I disagree. She’s hot but not Hwasa-level-hot. You know?”

Hongjoong squinted at my words, not quite convinced that Hwasa was more attractive that Camilla Cabello. Talking about things like that never bugged me. I was secure with our relationship and knew we wouldn’t leave each other for anything. It was still fun, though.

Today was one of Hongjoong’s rare days off, and we opted to do nothing all day. That eventually led to laying on my rooftop at midnight with blankets, pillows, and plenty of snacks, comparing celebrity crushes.

I reached out to catch a firefly flying close to my face but it flew away too quickly. I pouted and turned to Hongjoong. The man smiled at me and shook his head.

“You’ve caught so many tonight, isn’t that enough?”

“Never!” I scrunched my face, trying to look as determined as possible, “I’ve gotta catch ‘em all!”

“You are the biggest nerd I have ever met.”

“Oh shut up, Hongjoong. You love it.”

He pulled me close, laying my head on his chest, “That I do, sweetheart.”

My gaze travelled up to the night sky. I lived in a small town so the light pollution was next to non-existent. The stars were so much easier to see because of it which is probably why I spent so many years studying constellations and the night sky. I tapped Hongjoong’s chest to point out another constellation, recounting the story and myths behind it. His hands wandered to my waist as I spoke, sneaking up under my shirt and rubbing circles on my hips. I jerked a little at the touch, not expecting it. He turned to me and smiled, making figure 8s on my hips.

Anytime Hongjoong was in the mood he’d always trace that pattern on my skin. He didn’t even have to say it and I knew what he was feeling.

“Hongjoong we’re literally on a roof.”

“So what? There’s no one around for miles. Plus,” He quickly pulled me on top of him, my legs on either side of his lap, “It’s been weeks since we’ve had sex. I know you want it too, babe.”

He certainly wasn’t wrong. It wasn’t like we refrained from it on purpose, though. We were busy all the time and didn’t always get to spend the most time with one another. I still decided to play difficult.

“I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

“Oh yeah?”

He kissed down my neck and I gasped, beginning to moan slightly.

“Then why are so receptive to my touch, y/n? I think you know exactly what I’m talking about.”

“I’m not—your touch doesn’t affect...ugh goddamnit Hongjoonnggg.”

He laughed against my neck at my sorry attempt to make a sentence between gasps and moans. Hongjoong pulled back and gently kissed me, biting my bottom lip slightly.

I pulled back, looking around us to make sure no one was around us, then took off Hongjoong’s shirt, throwing it to the side. I ran my hands down his chest, admiring his body.

“Your body never fails to turn me on. You’re without a doubt, the most handsome man I’ve ever met.”

Even though I couldn’t see it in the dark, I knew he was blushing. I loved giving him compliments. I never wanted to let him forget how much he meant to me.

Hongjoong smiled and rolled his eyes. “Whatever, y/n. Now help me get your shorts off.”

“As you wish.”

The rest of our clothes were quickly discarded, landing who-knows-where, not that it was a large concern of ours.

It was unspoken, but somehow we both understood: no teasing tonight. We were too horny for that and it had been far too long.

“Please, Hongjoong. I need you inside of me.” I was surprised I even made a coherent sentence given how he was busy sucking on my left nipple and playing with the right with his fingers.

He looked up at me with a wicked smile and happily obliged.

Without hesitation he entered me, stretching my walls. I shut my eyes and furrowed my brows, drowning in the feeling. I heard a deep chuckle and opened my eyes. I was met with Hongjoong’s beautiful face. He had the most gorgeous smile upon his face, showing his perfect teeth. His eyes slowly formed to little crescents as he looked at me. They held all the love in the world and it was all directed towards me.

“I love you, y/n.”

“You better start moving or I’m going to-“

“What?” He asked with a cocky smile and raised brow, “You’re going to what?”

“Hongjoong. Please.”

At my words he snapped his hips and I cried out. His hands kept his body up as my hands dug into his back. His pace was gradual but soon sped up.

“You look so beautiful like this, y/n”

My face flushed at Hongjoong’s words, “Aww you’re cute.”

“Shut up and—ahh f-fuck. Right there don’t stop, please.”

Hongjoong picked up his pace. The sounds of nature I could hear before were now gone, the consistent slapping of skin and Hongjoong’s panting the only noises consuming me. I leaned up to kiss my boyfriend and even though it was sloppy, it was perfect.

“Y/n I’m gonna need you to cum for me, I’m close.”

I didn’t have a chance to respond before Hongjoong moved a finger down to my clit rubbing steady circles.

My body began to jerk, quickly approaching orgasm. Not seconds later, I felt a familiar euphoria flow through my veins, cumming hard. I closed my eyes and felt Hongjoong release inside me soon after.

Our harsh breaths meshed as we slowly came down from our high. I opened my eyes to meet Hongjoong’s, smiling at him. He pulled out of me then slowly traced my cheek with his hand.

“We should probably get cleaned up, sweetheart.”

I sighed, feeling too tired to move, “Yeah, I guess so.”

My boyfriend chuckled, pulling on his clothes, “Come on, babe. I’ll carry you.”

He pulled me up, holding me close to his chest, my clothes left on my rooftop. My hands wrapped around his neck, breathing in the faint smell of his cologne. Being with him, I couldn’t help but think that we were made for each other.

#ateez #ateez au #ateez smut #ateez fluff #kpop #hongjoong #kim hongjoong #ateez hongjoong #hongjoong smut #hongjoong fluff #smut #kpop fluff #ateezinc #atzinc

[pretendrocketships]

Meet Me In Amsterdam

About: (SMUT) Shawn’s on tour but nothing puts you to sleep like he can  (facetime sex/dom!Shawn bc that’s my fav, sue me)

A/N: 2.4k of another dream I had because my mind is dirty also i live for pet names sorry in advance

Song: Meet Me In Amsterdam by RINI

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You looked at your phone for the fourth time within the last ten minutes. It was three am and sleep just wasn’t coming, possibly because your hands have been shoved down your pajama bottoms for the last hour. When you couldn’t sleep, nothing put you to bed like a good orgasm, but having a boyfriend thousands of miles away did nothing to help your current situation. You wanted to go to bed, needed to, but you couldn’t stay asleep for a reason you couldn’t pinpoint. About halfway through the months of tour, you stopped bothering to check the time zones. If Shawn answered, he answered. If he didn’t, oh well. Your phone was in your hand hitting scrolling through your favorites tab in your phone, until you found Shawn. You dropped your phone on the sheets next to you, willingly your eyes to let you rest for a second while you listened to the sound of the Facetime ringing throughout the room. 

“(Y/N)? Baby, you there?” You jolted up at the sound of his voice, not truly expecting to get a response from him. You sat up and fixed your hair before answering. He smiled wide, oblivious to commotion going on behind him, with people zooming by and rushing to get things done. “Hi. honey.”

“Hi,” you said, smiling softly. It was good to see him. I mean, he looked amazing. He always does. Those little curls that flop in front of his face. The way his eyes lit up when he was excited. You were drifting, living in your own thoughts. So much so that you nearly missed Shawn snapping in front of the camera.

“Baby. Baby? You okay? You’re zoning out on me.” His laugh was the only sound to fill your dark, quiet room. That and the sound of your heart racing at the thought of him.

“Yeah, yeah sorry,” you said, shaking your head, trying to clear the thoughts that were swirling around in your mind. 

“What are you doing up?” he asked looking at his watch, “isn’t it like one in the morning over there?” 

“Actually, smart ass, it's three am.” You swear you saw his eyes almost pop out of his head, and you rolled your eyes. 

“(Y/N)! What are you still doing up then? Don’t you have to be up early tomorrow?” His concern was cute, but not what you needed from him right now. You wanted him on top of you, hand around your throat, making you look at him as you fell apart all around him. Your silence made him shoot you his signature smirk. “Oh. . so that’s why you called?” You could feel his ego boost through the phone.

“C-can’t I just want to check up on my man?” With that, his smirk only intensified.

“Your eyes are pitch black honey, let up.” You let out a sigh, as if you felt the burden of pretending you weren’t horny being lifted. 

“It’s just, I can’t fucking sleep, Shawn. I was up watching Netflix. Then I got tired, but when I turned everything off, I closed my eyes but still couldn’t sleep. Then I tried putting a random tv show on, just for background noise, but I didn’t like anything enough to keep it on for more than a few minutes. Then I tried putting on that podcast I like, and that was working for a little bit, but then I was too focused on it and I just--I wish you were here to help, you always make me feel good” you whined out quickly. Just hearing you explain, Shawn could tell you were frustrated. He noticed you tended to act like this after he fucked you to the point of exhaustion. When he would make you cum over and over, he would scoop you into his arms and listen to you babble about whatever thoughts that were left in your mind. He knew he fucked you well when you would whine for his touch, so needy. Thinking about past memories with you had him about to sport a semi, so he excuses himself from the public eye and slips into an unoccupied room.

“How many times?” A look of confusion flashed across your face. 

“Wha-”

“How many times have you touched yourself” You whined. Out loud. The song went straight to Shawn’s cock, and he readjusted himself away from the camera’s view. Your eyes were closed just imagining him being there with you, punishing you for not asking him to help out sooner. “I’m talking to you, honey.” You swallowed and your jaw dropped. Shawn may be on tour, but Daddy’s home.  

“I--”

“Speak up.” You took a deep breath before continuing to address him, willing your eyes open for the first time of the night.

“S-so many times.” The laugh he let out reminded you of his hands on your ass, spanking you when you forgot to count.

“I asked for a number, honey.” Your face burned. You didn’t want to admit it. “Don’t make me ask twice, (Y/N). Even from this far away, you won’t like it if I have to repeat myself. You turned your head away from the camera, about to answer before you heard him clearing his throat, knowing what he wanted without having to hear it. You turned your head slowly back to his view.

“S-seven.” The fire you saw behind his eyes made you want to cry out. Fuck this tour. You wanted him. Now. 

“Seven times, honey? God you’re filthy. Have your hands even left your pants tonight?” He didn’t ask expecting an answer, but he felt a strange twang of pride when you shook your head no, unable to keep eye contact. 

“I just, I’ve tried everything!” you whined exasperated, your need for sleep seeping through every word. “I’ve played with myself and imagined it was you, edged myself just like you would if you found me touching myself without you. I’ve done it all, Shawn, and it’s not working!” You cried out. Even though Shawn is fully hard by now, he’s still attentive to the fact that you’re full on whining for his cock at this point. He thinks you must be floaty already, or close to it, driven mad by the need to get a fulfilling orgasm to put you to sleep.

“You just can’t touch yourself like I can, can you honey? No one can do it better than me. I know your body even better than you know yourself, isn’t that right, (Y/N)?” 

“Yes! Yes, Shawn. Please, I need you.” All of Shawn’s senses are activated right now. Your voice groaning in his ear is making his cock fatten up, but the way you beg for him without him asking tells him he’s going to need to fully take care of you, from start to finish. 

“Okay, honey. I’m going to talk you through this nice and slow, and then I’m going to sing you to sleep, okay?.” He doesn't get a response to this, just a velvety moan. Your eyes fluttering closed. Content with your reaction, Shawn begins his assault. “Where do I start, honey? It’s been so long. Remind me.” You gasp, as he forces you to remember all the nights you’ve spent tangled up in each other. 

“K-kisses.” He smiles, proudly. 

“That’s right, baby. I miss kissing all over your neck, dragging my tongue down your body. Fuck baby,” he laughs a bit, “It’s the middle of the day here and you’ve got me all hard.”

“Shawn, more.” You’re squirming in bed now, your memories getting ahead of Shawn’s speech. 

“You’ve got to tell me what comes next if you want more.” Your hand trailed down your body and stopped at your nipples. “Or show me, that works too.” He chuckled. His eyes were fixated on your hard buds, almost inviting him to lick them through the screen. You’re using one hand to pinch and twist your nipples, eyes closed fully lost in the fantasy that it’s Shawn working them for you. “Prop your phone up, love, wanna see more of you. And slow down, you know I like to tease.” You groan as you roll over and lean your phone against the lamp on the nightstand.

“Happy now?” 

“Watch it,” he threatens. “Play with both of them now, pinching then pulling at them, just like I do.” You settle on your back and run your hands over your body until you reach your nipples again, twisting until you cried out like he used you, then pulling at them. “That feel good, baby? God, I know it looks good.” At this point, you needed more, the pool between your thighs was starting to drip down your thighs and onto the sheet. You were about to start thrashing from desperation, Shawn knew just how to pay attention to your sensitive buds to make you drip with desire. “Ok hun, move your hands down for me.” You rushed to move your hands down. “Slowly,” he barked.You stopped and took a second to calm yourself down, while listening to the sound of him pumping himself. You trailed your hands up and down your stomach, just like he would, in between pressing kisses to special spots along your stomach. Your fingers ghosted over your clit, and your body jerked in response. “What are you doing?” his voice was hard, and the sounds of him pumping himself suddenly stopped. You turned to look at the phone with confusion. 

“You told me to--”

“Did I tell you you could touch yourself there? Did I tell you I could play with that pretty pussy? My pussy?” You were a moaning mess right now, his words sending a tingle straight to your clit. You tried to calm yourself down because if the second he let you touch yourself, you came? He would never let you live it down. “Answer my question, love. Did I tell you that you could touch?”

“N-no.” You felt your heartbeat everywhere. Your clit was throbbing, and it was beginning to become unbearable. 

“That’s what I thought, but since you’re so fucking needy for me, and you look so fucking pretty. I’m feeling nice, so go ahead. I know you’re throbbing for it, can practically see you drooling,” he laughs darkly. “Go on baby, rub your clit for me. I want to see a show.” You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and raced to press your fingers where you needed them most. You tapped your fingers against your clit, Shawn’s favorite thing to do to start. “Slow circles for me love, then figure 8s, you know the drill.” You listen to his voice guide you to the familiar feeling that was starting to brew in your stomach. Your fingers were moving faster as your chest moved up and down rapidly due to your labored breathing. 

“Shawnn,” you groaned, overwhelmed with how good it felt.

“Slip two in for me, honey. Need you to cum for me so I can get you to bed.” Even with his cock rock hard and slapped up against his stomach, he still was thinking about what’s best for you. Blood and love were pumping throughout his body, leaving his brain and heading straight to his cock. “Are you wet enough for that, love? Does me talking you to your orgasm getting you all slick for me?” You nod and speed up your fingers, chasing your orgasm. “Godd, I can fucking hear you,” he groaned out. “So fucking wet for me, fuck (Y/N), I need you wrapped around me like right now.” You hear him start stroking himself, the sound adding to how good you were feeling. 

“I-I’m close,” you warn him. You feel your body is ready to explode, sensitive yet alert from all the attention.

“Hit your g-spot, honey. Rub on it like I would if I were right there in bed next to you, feeling on your body, pressing you down on the bed so you had to take everything I was doing to you. Use your other hand and go back to your clit, rubbing it in tight, little circles and imagine it’s me running my tongue all over you.” He forces his eyes open to watch you follow his commands. “Faster, honey. I know you’re almost there. I can see your legs fucking shaking. God, please honey cum for me. Need to see it, need you to be good and cum for me.” It’s his voice, the filth coming out of it, the way he makes you feel like he’s right there with you. You feel it creeping up, bubbling in your stomach, ready to explode. “Let go baby, c’mon lemme feel you squeeze around me.” The desperation in his voice set you off. Your back arched off the bed, and your vision went black. Everything felt so good. The tingles were surging through your body, and all you could do was let the memories of Shawn propel you through your orgasm. You could barely hear Shawn talking you through it in the background. “Oh fuck, that’s my good girl. Yes, (Y/N), you did so good for me, honey. I’ve got you baby, ride it out.” When you finally felt yourself coming down, you were spent. You felt every muscle in your body relax. Your arms fell limp beside you, and your eyes lulled shut. Shawn smiled, finally seeing his baby at peace. “Did so well for me, honey. So proud of you.” You smile and shift around in your bed, pulling the covers up to your neck. “Baby, you still with me? You okay?” You just nodded, unable to find the strength to give him a verbal response. He laughed and cleared his throat. “Girl, your body is calling me. There ain’t no sunshine, no sunshine where I was before,” he started to sing softly, continuing when he saw your features relax. “But I found the love, the warmth in your arms. Won’t you come closer, let it take over. I don’t need anything, I just want you.” The lullaby continued until he saw you completely still and heard the soft puffs of your even breathing. “Night honey, sweet dreams.”

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Head On Collision, Part 3

“I mean, a B grade means we passed,” Byounggon said when he and Suchin were getting coffee. He put his phone away before placing his arm around her shoulders. “I think the doc was awesome. We did a good job. Forget that Mr. Terry is a shitty teacher. I knew I was never going to Ace his class.”

“Thanks for putting up with my crappy attitude all these months,” she said as she handed her card to the barista. “This grade is bullshit, though. We deserved an A. Any downgrade is all on me, not you.”

“Whatever,” he said, patting her shoulder. “He’s just a biased old man. You going to keep up the film school route after this?”

“I’m going to take the summer off,” she replied, trying her best to avoid his gaze. “I’ve saved enough from the summer programs I’ve worked in the past, and I deserve a vacation.”

“No shit,” he said with a snort. “Does this mean you’re going on tour with Yuta?”

“How do you know-I thought Yuta said he’d keep quiet.”

“Piti talks in her sleep.”

“Ew! Byounggon!” she shouted and slapped him on the arm. “Don’t you dare joke like that!”

“What?” he said, throwing his arms up to block her blows. “You’re not the only one with a budding romance during our shitty semester this year. It’s not like it can only happen one couple at a time.”

“I don’t care about that!” she replied. “You and Piti have been dating and swapping my secrets to each other! That’s not fair!”

“I thought putting the doc behind us would calm you down, damn,” he said with a laugh.

“Sorry,” she said, straightening up as she realized Shotaro was staring at them with wide eyes.

“You can always make your own ‘No Direction Home’ with your boyfriend,” he said, referring to Martin Scorsese’s documentary on Bob Dylan. “Or you can just get good test shots for inspiration for a future film, nonfictional or otherwise. Use your summer to focus on your creativity.”

“And what if I don’t get any creativity from it?” she asked as they grabbed their drinks and left Regular together.

“Then enjoy your summer with Yuta,” he said with a shrug. “Give yourself a break, Su. Do whatever you want.”

“Tell Piti she needs to take me out to dinner to explain whatever it is you two have together,” she said before departing from Byounggon to go visit Yuta at the NCT frat house.

Even though he was no longer a student at the university, the fraternity continued to house Yuta as he prepared for his summer tour. He had begun to shop around for a condo closer to the music scene in LA, and was close to finalizing a one year contract on a studio apartment near Beverly Hills. But in the meantime, he was still in his old dorm room.

“It’s not a hookup, we’re serious,” Byounggon called out behind her. She had no choice but to believe him if he was so willing to make such a declaration so publicly.

Yuta was lying in his bed, reading from one of his poetry notebooks when she knocked on his door. He took off the headphones he'd connected to the vinyl player that sat on the nightstand beside his bed. She crawled onto the bed, straddling him as she rested her ass against his crotch.

“Early for your cockwarming duties, as always,” he said, throwing his hands under his head as he bucked his hip up against hers, getting comfortable in bed. She cleared her throat with an approving noise as she arched her back, rocking against his cock, letting the heat between their bodies build.

“So is today the day you let me slap you?” she asked, unzipping her jeans as she continued to gyrate against him. She threw her head back and shut her eyes for a moment. “Oh, God, Yuta, your cock is so hard.”

“One face slap equates to one ass slap,” he said, placing his hands on her hips to stop the dry humping. “What’s our safe word?”

“Scum,” she said before throwing the back of her hand up to her mouth to hide her laugh.

“If you can’t take it seriously, we’ll have to find a new word,” he said, laughing with her.

“Scum,” she repeated before getting off his lap. “I can do it. That can be our safe word.”

She stood between his legs as he sat at the edge of his bed. They kissed with her hands on his shoulders, his hands quickly moving from her hips to pulling her jeans off of her. His hands stopped to caress and knead her ass cheeks as their kisses deepened. Once they were naked, Yuta had her lay face down onto his lap, her ass resting against his right hand.

“I’ve been waiting to slap your ass for months, darling,” he said before licking his lips slowly. His fingers glided up and down against her ass cheeks, brushing against the curve of her ass cheeks. “How many should I do? How many times do you want to slap me across the face? Once won’t be enough. You seemed ready to beat me that first day we met.”

“Ugh, if you keep talking I’m going to pick a high number,” she groaned, shifting slightly. He enjoyed mentioning their first meeting too much. She didn’t like it when he brought it up because she found their first meeting awkward and embarrassing.

“How well can your ass handle my hand slapping you?” he reminded her, petting her ass cheek affectionately, giving it a gentle pinch.

“Five?” she asked. “Five is a good number right?”

He smiled and raised his eyebrows for a few moments before nodding.

“I’m going to need you to count with me,” he said as his hand pet her ass cheeks. He traced a finger down her ass cheek, tracing the curves of her ass cheeks before he groped her left ass cheek.

“What? We didn’t talk about that,” she said, feeling her face flush with heat. “It’s...it’s going to be weird, right?”

“If you don’t count,” he said, groping her ass again, “you can still slap me across the face, but we won’t fuck. That’ll be your punishment. No counting, no fucking.”

“Is that fair?” she asked, sitting up slightly. Maybe counting out the number of ass slaps like a weird countdown special wasn’t so cringe after all, if it meant that it’d end with Yuta fucking her. “Fine, let’s count to five.”

“I appreciate your sportsmanship, darling,” he said gently before bending over to kiss her cheek.

“Spank me,” she said, wiggling her hips gently.

“You’ve never been spanked, huh?” Yuta said as his hand caressed the curve of her right ass cheek. “Such a supple ass and I’m the lucky bastard that gets to pop your cherry. On the count of three, we say, ‘One’ together. One,” his hand groped her ass cheek, “two,” his hand was gone, and there was a long pause as the cool air in the room tickled her skin, “three.”

“One!” she screamed as she felt and heard Yuta’s hand make contact with her skin.

He’d said, “One” much softer than her, and she looked behind her to see him smiling as he looked at her ass. She’d felt deep vibrations from the motion of his hand smacking her ass go deep inside of her. It lit up her nerves and she felt her insides grow warm.

“How do you feel?” he asked her, making eye contact with her. His fingers caressed her skin gently, making her shiver.

“The stinging isn’t so bad,” she admitted. “We can go for number two when you’re ready.”

“On the count of three,” he said, his palm caressing the warmed skin where he’d slapped her.

When he’d slapped her a second time, he’d surprised her as he gave her the third slap by immediately slapping her other ass cheek. She squealed out, “Three!” with him when she felt the sting of his palm on her skin.

“How do you feel?” he asked, the vibrations from his chuckling hit her deep inside as well.

“You’re so good at this,” she said with a soft tone, her nipples perked up in heat as she anticipated the next spanking.

Her slick heat was slowly dripping out of her as they counted to three again, his hand slapping the fleshiest part of her ass cheek. Her skin was prickling like she’d dipped in water a little too hot for comfort, but she moaned in sensual need as he massaged her hot skin. She whimpered as he started the final countdown, and they said, “Five!” clearly together when she felt his hand slap her ass again.

“How was that, darling?” Yuta asked as he caressed her ass gently. “You did well. Do you feel how hard I am?”

He pulled her up and kissed her. She thrust her ass against his erection to give him her response to his question.

“I’m so wet,” she blurted out, her body shaking.

“You want to keep continuing?” he asked her. She nodded.

“Yes, Yuta.”

“What do you want, darling?” he asked as he set her down to sit beside him. He reached to his night stand, and she kissed his neck as she helped him put his condom on.

She kissed him and pushed for him to lie back down onto his bed. Straddling him she gyrated her wet cunt against his hardened cock. His palms kneaded her hips, and he grinned as he watched her direct his cock toward her entrance.

“You make me such a needy slut,” she said between heavy pants as she pushed him into her. She pushed her hips forward slowly as his hands reached toward her ass. “Fuck, Yuta, put it in deep.”

He hissed as they both pushed to connect their hips together closer. She rested the fingers of her right hand against Yuta’s cheek like they’d practiced before and she tapped his cheek lightly as she pulled her hips back. She shut her eyes as she felt the pressure of his cock leaving her insides.

“I want your cock all the time,” she said softly as she thrust forward, letting him fill her up again. She opened her eyes and tapped his cheek again. She put more force in the tapping before she stopped and gave him a hard enough slap to cause an audible noise of skin to skin contact.

“I’m the bastard making you such a cock whore,” he encouraged her, his hips beginning a steady rhythm between them. She moaned as his thumb pressed against her clit. “Punish me.”

She slapped him again, a little harder as her fingers stung a little. She moaned and threw her hands back to grab his wrists as he began thrusting up harshly into her. The thumb of his left hand teased her as it did figure 8s against her clit.

“Don’t make me come yet,” she demanded in desperation as his thrusts rocked her unsteadily. She released her hold and tapped her left hand against his right cheek before slapping him a third time. She slapped him again as she moaned out his name, his cock driving so hard up into her his balls began slapping against her ass.

His arms wrapped around her waist, and he pushed her to lie down on her side as he entered her from behind, lifting her leg to hook over his behind her. She moaned as he drove his cock deep into her, his hand playing with her clit while his mouth massaged her earlobe.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous when I’m making you my cock whore,” he said before sucking onto her earlobe.

“I’m coming,” she whispered as her pussy clamped down onto his cock. His mouth was sucking hard onto her neck as his thumb flicked her clit harshly while he continually thrust into her. His arms held her tight as his release came when she’d begun to gyrate her hips lazily against him, her orgasm going down like a slowly deflating balloon.

“Show me how much you like me,” he said when she sat up to look down at him. She rested her hand to caress his cheek before slapping it. He shut his eyes and groaned as a smile appeared. “Five is a good number.”

He sat up and rested his back against the wall as he pulled her into his arms. His hands caressed the hot areas of her ass, where he’d spanked her.

“You did amazing, darling,” he said before planting a kiss onto her cheek. “You took the slaps well, and if it hurts too much, we can hold back.”

“It was perfect,” she replied, running a hand through his hair. His hair was completely damp with sweat. “You did amazing too, dear.” She caressed his cheek gently. His cheeks were bright pink. “You’re a good man to make love to me, Yuta. Your spankings didn’t hurt me as much as they turned me on. You checked up on me, too, I always felt safe with you.”

“Good,” he said as he snuggled his head into her neck, leaving soft kisses across her chest. “Thank you for letting us do this. I only want us to have good experiences. I’m lucky to have you here with me, like this.”

“I had a good time,” she said, cupping his face into her hands. “Thank you for making me feel good.” She kissed him, sliding her tongue into his mouth and pulling back as soon as their tongues touched. He growled against her lips.

“This lion has you cornered now,” he said as he flipped them around so that she was lying down onto her back, his body over hers. “There’s no reason to fight me off.” They kissed, and she realized he was referring back to his first words to her.

“I should have let you eat me up then,” she confessed when they broke their kiss, her hand caressing his neck.

“Don’t let your sister know,” he said as they laid down in bed together. “She’ll start demanding commissions.”

“Did you know she’s dating Byounggon?”

“Those horny kids.”

“So you knew?”

“I caught them making out that one week we had to do the final interviews. They asked me not to stress you out, so I didn’t say anything.”

“I just don’t want them hurting each other. Piti’s never had a serious boyfriend, and Byounggon took a couple years to get over his high school girlfriend.”

“They’ll work it out,” he said, running his hand down her arm. “You’ve ever had a serious relationship?”

“No,” she replied, turning around to look at him face to face. “You?”

“Never serious enough,” he said with a shrug. He bent down and kissed her neck before kissing her cheek. “This feels serious.”

Her face felt hot as she nodded. It had to be serious if it was Yuta who brought it up. She was the serious one, but he’d been the one to bring their relationship to new levels. No one understood their relationship like them, she realized, and she thought of Byounggon and Piti. It wasn’t her job to understand their relationship. She should be glad Piti finally found a guy as kind as Byounggon to develop romantic feelings for.

“Stay here, I’m going to draw you up a bath,” he said as he handed her his frowning Badtz Maru plush.

“I want to go with you,” she said, standing up with him and wrapping her arms around his waist, pressing her naked body to his back. He’d been putting on a silk bathrobe.

“I didn’t know you’d be so needy,” he said, his tone amused as her hand found his cock and squeezed it gently. “You really are a cock whore.”

She buried her face into his back, the dirty talk making her more bashful when she wasn’t in the middle of being fucked by Yuta. He grabbed her hands, making her release him, and he turned around to grab a large blue bath towel. After wrapping it around her, he took her hand and led her to the shared bath he shared with his roommates on the third floor.

The bathroom was very clean, and well organized. As Yuta drew up a bubble bath, pouring in salts and oils while he sat at the edge of the tub, Suchin took off her towel. She folded it before setting it onto the towel rack. The first time she’d used the bathroom she was so shocked at the cleanliness, she thought the NCT fraternity hired a maid.

Instead, she found out one of Yuta’s roommates was a neat freak with a penchant for the finer things in life, including hot bubble baths. She placed her hands on the inside of Yuta’s knees and gently pushed them apart. He turned his head away from the half filled tub, and smiled as she captured his gaze. She untied the silk bow at his waist and slid down to her knees as her hands grabbed his stiffening cock.

“I’m good on my knees,” she bragged in a soft voice as she stroked his cock before licking the tip.

He breathed out of his mouth as his hands gathered her hair away from her face, holding it into a thick ponytail. She smiled as she looked up to capture his gaze, putting his cock in her mouth. She pushed forward as she slid her tongue along the length of the bottom of his shaft. Her eyes shut as she furrowed her eyebrows when she felt the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat. She gagged a little as she gripped onto the bottom of his shaft, sucking and hollowing her cheeks as she breathed in through her nose.

He breathed in heavily as his fingers loosened their hold on her hair before they returned to entangle in her hair, his fingers massaging her scalp. She moved her mouth to focus on the pink skin of his mushroomed head. Her lips sucked on his skin before swirling her tongue around it to take it in her mouth again, repeating her suctioning. They both jumped as they heard a loud knock on the door.

“Jungwoo? Doyoung? Hurry up!” they heard a hurried voice exclaim. “I need to take the biggest leak in the world, man!”

“I got it,” Yuta said as Suchin released his cock, her tongue giving the tip of his cock a gentle reassuring lick before she let him go and moved aside. He tied his robe back on as he held her hand to help her step into the bath. “Turn off the water when you feel like there’s enough.”

“Did you hear me?” the voice demanded as there came another knock. “I need reli-”

“Hey, man,” Yuta greeted as Suchin watched him crack open the door just the slightest.

“Hey, Yuta,” the voice softened greatly, the impatient tone gone. “I didn’t know it was you.”

“I’m just about to take a bath, Xiaojun,” Yuta replied. “Sorry, man. I’ll try to be quick-”

“No, it’s OK, man,” Xiaojun replied quickly. “I’ll go use the bathroom downstairs.”

“Yuta,” Suchin couldn’t help calling out as she turned off the faucet, “the bubbles are disappearing.”

“See you later!” she heard Xiaojun’s voice rise a few octaves before Yuta shut the door.

“Not my girlfriend joining in on teasing Xiaojun,” Yuta said with a grin, taking his robe off.

“Lucas told me that Xiaojun finds you intimidating,” she said, moving to sit behind Yuta as he got into the bathtub with her.

“So you let him know that I’m having a bath with my girlfriend,” he replied, resting his back against her. His hands caressed her calves under the water, moving her feet to hook over his thighs. “He’ll never be able to look me in the eyes again.”

She massaged his back, and shoulders, washing him with the scented bath water. Her lips nibbled on his ear as her hands stroked his cock and thighs under the water. After a while, his hands grabbed onto hers’, forcing her hands to leave him. He turned around and kissed her as his hand slipped around her waist, pulling her to him.

“You’re so good to me,” he said, resting his forehead against hers. He kissed her gently before flicking her lips with the tip of his tongue. “It’s my turn to wash you.”

With her back pressed to his front, her hand reached behind her as she stroked Yuta’s cock underwater while his fingers played with her pussy. They kissed as the walls of her pussy clamped around his fingers, his middle finger having tapped up against her G-spot. He released her lips as he began giving her shoulder and neck wet kisses, his hips jerking against her as he came.

“You’re all mine,” she said with sweet affection as she turned around, moving to straddle him as she wrapped her arms around his shoulder. “I’ve got you caged in this bath.”

“If I’m all yours,” he said, running his wet fingers along her shoulders before sliding under the water to drift down her body, “then you’re all mine.”

She laughed against his lips as his hands kneaded her ass. She shut her eyes and moaned into his mouth as she felt him squeeze the sensitive skin where he’d slapped her. His tongue stifled another moan of hers as she felt three fingers slide against her slit, his tongue pushing into her mouth. A small heat washed over as he made her come, his fingers having milked and massaged her clit.

“You’re so good to me,” she praised him before planting a gentle kiss on his lips. “Thank you, Yuta.”

A loud knock on the door let them know that their shared bliss had to come to an end. Another roommate needed to use the bathroom, this one’s voice even more impatient.

“No more hookups here,” he said, wrapping his arms around her body. “I promise.”

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The End

Thank you always for reading!

[cateringisalie]

Village: Resident Evil ramblings

(Some spoilers)

Ethan Winters is a goddamn idiot.

I say this without a shred of nostalgia; I first encountered him in RE7 and feel less than nostalgic towards the guy. RE7 without the benefit of the former entrants was a FPS horror and pretty good. Though you couldn’t escape that the characters you remembered were the Baker family and Mia; Ethan was a walking camera with a gun and some very simplistic emotional responses (fear, rescue wife, escape, swear occasionally). Having now run through the whole sequence of games, Ethan stands out starkly as the blandest and least interesting protagonist the series ever produced. He is possibly worse than Piers. Village updates Ethan’s personality. A bit. Well. Not really. Still got that fear, still got the swearing. Still got a mind to escape. But rather than rescue his wife, it’s about rescuing his daughter. I mean; Mia was gunned down and shot a further 9000 times by infuriating series stalwart Chris Redfield a little under ten minutes into the game proper. Not that Ethan really comes to terms with the trauma. By minute fifteen of the game the van you’ve been shoved in by Chris (who doesn’t shoot you for no reason he feels like explaining) has crashed and Ethan’s daughter is missing. Mourning Mia doesn’t actually enter into Ethan’s thought process. Goddamn idiot. Not to say that life with Mia was exactly picturesque; a few years after RE7 the couple are now somewhere nebulous in Eastern Europe in a very lovely house with a distressing number of empty wine bottles in the kitchen. A happy marriage this does not seem to be given Mia doesn’t want to get into the events of RE7 anymore, but Ethan does – but also failing to understand that the cover-up of the incident might be why no one is talking much about the whole mess in Louisiana and that bringing it up both distresses and angers Mia. But; the inciting incident has occurred and we’re propelled into our new scenario. Ethan; once again fish out of water, and its not like we have a choice. This is not to say Village does not repeat the same narrative trick of changing POV character, but there is both less of that, and the Half-Life-style regimented first person view jarringly completely goes out the window in the last quarter. It was less than consistent at points, but sparingly when occasionally and jarringly camera angles shifted to depict an introduction. But the game is also perfectly happy to render whole FPS sequences with gun visible and everything as it plays out a story beat, so... I don’t know? Fortunately Ethan’s environment and the setting are much more interesting. The unnamed Village is a satisfying knot of tangled streets, locked doors and environmental obstacles. Enemies don’t respawn per se, but additional enemies are added on subsequent visits to the effective hub of the game. There’s livestock to kill and give the Duke – the merchant playing a similar role to the pirate-like guy from RE4. Duke’s an entertaining character (some have objected to his physical and hugely overweight depiction); chatty and far more knowing than he will let on. He has a dangling thread come the end so perhaps will reappear elsewhere. He’ll sort the gun upgrades, supplies, let you sell treasure and point you towards your next destinations. Which is just as well as the human population of the village dies out somewhere between the first and second hour. No one left and any futile attempts to save people end in almost hilariously disastrous tragedies (no Ethan, don’t go higher in a building that is on fire). Leaving you with Lycans, zombies and gargoyles to fend off. Occasionally there’s some bigger foes on the level of the Executioner from RE5 but nothing on the level of the Tyrants. That kind of thing is left to the Village Lords. The villagers – before they all die – have a curiously unfamiliar religion and praise a figure known as Mother Miranda. She reportedly kept the village safe, but something has changed and now the Lycans run amok and without restraint. Not hard to pin that the reason for the change is Rose’s arrival (or could it be Ethan? COULD IT? No. Man is a goddamn idiot). The only door out of the village you can open is to Castle Dimitrescu and... It feels unnecessary to even get into what awaits. Given fandom have been so noisy about the tall lady and her vampiric daughters since the first trailer. She is so very, very tall. The castle is the first mode of Village. Possibly closest to RE7; Dimitrescu’s daughters are vulnerable based on certain environmental details (read the notes!) but otherwise should be fled from. Dimitrescu herself is invulnerable to everything bar one weapon and you need to work at getting that, so she needs to be fled from. Otherwise, explore the castle, find treasure. Sneak. Solve puzzles. It all looks suitably gorgeous and you get multiple chances to see if as you loop through the rooms and unlock more doors. The Village macro mechanics wrought as micro here. There’s a canny hint at a late reveal in the blunt utility of in-game mechanics to be had too. But – really should have been obvious given their prominence in the trailer – given Castle Dimitrescu is the first level, it means we must say goodbye to the very Tall Lady with knife hands and move onto someone else. In between levels, we get the first reinforcement of a tease from the trailer; the symbol of the Umbrella corporation. Its engraved into a location called the Ceremony Site. Its daubed on a cave wall as high as the Tall Lady. Its on the strange structure you insert the yellow flasks each Village Lord guards. And it means... almost nothing. RE's meta-plot has always been a mess and everyone’s favorite pharmaceutical company hasn’t been so active for a while, so the idea that we might be getting into some interesting weirdness with them again is oh so appealing. And yet – I was disappointed. Despite the repeated glimpses of the familiar white and red logo, the connection ultimately comes down to one letter I found at about 7/8s of the way through. Oswell Spencer – founder of the company – visited the Village years ago and saw the cave painting and adopted it as his logo. Oh. That’s... underwhelming. The same letter does at least prod at wiring Village’s latter reveals into the formation of the company along with tying in some parts of RE5 but if you thought this would be the company or the family dynasty origins or anything like that, you are in for a disappointment. It’s a tease and one that goes nowhere and does little. Oh we might now see how Spencer got into the whole inadvertent zombie making mess but its not a factor in the plot of this game nor does it really change the stakes of the previous. Perhaps I should be glad it’s so frivolous given other retcons in certain other franchises, but it feels so suspect to have drawn the attention and then shuffle the implications out the side-door. At least the other village lords have their own appeals. The second level is RE once again stealing PT (the PS4 demo to announce Silent Hills) given Konami outright don’t care about it anymore. Stripped of your guns and inventory, it’s a claustrophobic puzzle level requiring you to hide with mechanics familiar to both Evil Within and Alien Isolation. That same loop of rooms as you seek out puzzle solutions and hide from a staggeringly distressing malevolent entity. The third is combat light until the final confrontation; the fight staged in a flooded village – oh and Chris who still doesn’t shoot you but refuses to explain anything. And the fourth cheats. Heisenberg is thoroughly entertaining and grabs two levels for his own; an assault on a stronghold and his horrible cyborg factory outside of town. He has Magneto metal powers. Heisenberg is the camp villain to outdo the other camp villains. He’s having fun, he kinda likes Ethan and is oddly on his side. He found time to put together massive signposts to direct Ethan onto the last two levels (a good thing too given his lack of sense). But both levels are lacking. The Stronghold is a relentless firefight against hoards of mook enemies; the factory is overly long and maze-like. I am as tired as Ethan when he exclaims “What more?” And after Heisenberg is dealt with; the long, convoluted lurches to the ending. First person goes out the window. The game dabbles in characters toying with your understanding of what was going on but in a strangely limited way and completely ignoring the other implications of the reveal. Suddenly you mow down more and more enemies than ever before, bullets scarcely a concern. The final reveals of who/what/where/how come through. Not exactly explicable for what’s on-screen, but the effort’s been made to tie Village’s overt supernatural tendencies back into a world setup in RE. Its not magic and those are not truly werewolves. And the villain’s motivation is! Hugely disappointing. Connected as it is to the Umbrella letter, you might hope for something completely out there, but its unsatisfying and feels pretty sexist too. Or at least lacking in imagination to an astonishing degree and yet here we are. The game feels sloppiest as the final boss fight arrives flitting between characters without the shaky but workable character hand-offs RE7 deployed. Back in first person mode to talk to Duke one last time before engaging in.... a relatively simple boss fight. All the boss fights have been pretty easy – there’s nothing on the level of RE6’s sometimes horrendous contextual fights, or the annoying two-player RE5, nor the demanded accuracy of hitting specific weak-points as in RE7. And I don’t mind that. Unload all your weapons and keep your health up. And victory. There are fix-it fics already, but really, I don’t see the point in trying to fix the issue these people have. There’s an obvious setup for a game past this one with a strange throw-away reveal in the end-sequence (whither RE9, Revelations 3 or something else there are no clues as yet). There’s a spoiler for the sting given the end-credits lists a character who didn’t appear in the main game. The sting itself might wind up drawing on the sting from Revelations 2. Village is not RE at its best, but is at least more in the spirit of goofy, campy nonsense than 7. It at least is more at home with playing with the trappings of horror while not actually trying to be outright scary. As with 7, the villains are more interesting and more memorable than the good guys. And – as I found out after completing the game – we were robbed of Ada Wong dressed up like a Bloodborne character somewhere in the game. And that I think is the biggest shame of all this.

#village spoilers #resident evil village spoilers

[mothbug]

maggie i’ve been trying to suss out the plot of ur bug lesbians for so long please tell me abt them. somehow it got into my head that they were?? like jaeger pilots? please confirm or deny

i can’t do a read more on mobile so i’m sorry in advance (coming back here after i’ve written this: it makes no sense. it’s all rambling. sorry. and i just put things everywhere randomly so this won’t even be typed chronologically)

yeah there’s giant fun robots! most of them are normal and fine but like a few of them are very fucked up

so there’s four pov characters and at the start of the story three of them are on the same ship and the fourth is the target they’re chasing? only one of them knows they even HAVE a target and is trying her best to stall because she and the target were roommates in fucked up robot catholic school. the other two are playing crazy 8s and being romantic and also terrified all the time but also doing a lot of theorizing about things because they know SOMETHING is up they just don’t know what’s going on. Bc you know. their commander won’t give them any information. and also avoids them because she hates narrative parallelism

also the one stalling is also having her blood drunk by her giant robot. and maybe being mildly possessed by it? so it’s maybe The most fucked up robot. it’s also a giant dog and a good boy. and an heirloom of a fucked up family. which may explain some stuff but honestly i think nisa’s mom was just a bitch and it didn’t have anything to do with the robot she’s just like that.

and she’s stalling bc she Knows she won’t turn perovskia in she knows she wouldn’t let her get hurt she Knows it’ll change her life forever if she finds her and she’s just not ready to face that. but yknow she has to so it was all just very silly of her but when something will change your life dramatically it’s terrifying even if you know that things currently Suck.

somewhere in here Arkansas’s family is threatened and it’s. upsetting. and i’m not sure what direction to go in with it but it will be important because her family means a Lot to her. she has two very good kind dads and a little sister named Tinsel. basically she has the only functional biological family out of all the characters and they make me :’) I also think they eventually meet Idabel and ADORE her and since she grew up without parents it’s just a very strange and emotional experience and. h. they r Wives. and the Trust family is all very sweet and kind even if Arkansas struggles a lot w gifted kid syndrome like i think her dads did their best even if they fucked up sometimes yknow. idabel goes fucking wild at the arcade like legitimately bloodthirsty and arkansas is just like i love my furious and powerful wife

anyway there’s some (a lot of) homoerotic space fighting (which perovskia usually wins BECAUSE she remembers when she and nisa used to spar and can predict what she’ll do. nisa ALSO remembers this bc. ofc she does. but perovskia had to learn how to adapt after Events bc her physical health changed a lot and she had to learn to be more careful about overexerting herself and also now knows how to swordfight. and moves more fluidly and confidently. so what nisa expects to happen often doesn’t bc perovskia’s fighting style has changed so much while nisa hasn’t really bothered to refine hers. anyway) perovskia (the gay little target that does a gay little crime and makes fun of you to piss you off) is like hey. what if you all committed treason it’s really fun and sexy. and then her adoptive mechanic mom gives everyone spinal surgery so their bodies don’t shut down and they won’t die :) that’s a thing by the way i won’t elaborate bc uhh :( but it is why perovskia has all the. nerve damage and chronic pain. i can elaborate on the actual Pre-story perovskia stuff later bc i think about it A Lot and it has a lot of bearing on her character but it’s also. before all this. but anyway if she hadn’t been bleeding out on Slice’s front lawn specifically she Would be dead. and there’s some fun narrative foil character shifts that happen four years before the main storyline but i will not say bc i’m tired

after this is Vague in my mind but a lot of it is Perovskia and Nisa reconnecting and just. talking. but being weird and repressed and deflective about anything Meaningful. And I have written a Lot about this so there’s more than I can condense but it’s very fucking good and. Idk. it’s a big shift in the narrative at this point and they’re just Agonizing about their dumb little feelings and it’s good. and P doing some work to make their giant fucking spaceship more stealthy. and Idabel and Arkansas being really cute and also going THROUGH it because i mean. a lot is happening. And it’s nothing either of them ever expected to happen but they’re like. hopeful for the future or whatever don’t look at me. It’s just like. put all of these characters on a spaceship in the middle of nowhere in transit and they all Have to have conversations even if they don’t want to because it’s HARD. nisa is forced by slice to learn how to make pancakes

Slice makes stew. They’re good at stew and contraptions and having a mild new england accent somehow. also canonically back in the scrapyard they would make things like the knife wielding tentacle constantly and perovskia would just stumble upon them. slice changed the live laugh love sign to say die cry hate because perovskia made fun of it. they r her mom.

so now they do some fun fun robberies and various crimes and it’s so sexy and i don’t think N and P are like. fully caught up at this point or know where they stand, so there’s a lot of very fun banter and having to work together despite really being afraid but also yearning to get to know each other again and just connect with one another honestly and openly after four fuckin years apart. because they’re both so different now but also very much the same. horse staring out into sea MAN. the thing is there’s no direct like. reason for them to avoid each other (at first P was shocked and overwhelmed and felt a little bit betrayed when she found out who was chasing her until she found out WHY. oh i forgot to mention Nisa BEGGED to be assigned commander for this mission bc she knew anyone else wouldn’t hesitate to get Perovskia killed. Forgot to mention that it’s IMPORTANT she fucking loves her so much god DAMMIT) but it’s just. tense and there’s a lot happening and it’s just. Ghhhdhbnm and ofc I and A have picked up on it since P showed up but it’s like. ok so what is Happening here. OH AND ONCE THEY START WORKING THINGS OUT IDABEL DOES START BEHAVING LIKE NISA’S SHITTY LITTLE SIBLING AND ACTING FUCKING DISGUSTED BY THEM ITS VERY FUNNY. they’re like perovskia you’re pretty cool what’s up with this. nisa sucks and also is a bitch. and perovskia says SHE CAN GET IT. and idabel says GET WHAT? BANNED FROM OLIVE GARDEN? and perovskia fans herself and is like yeah~ and idabel was just joking around but now is debating between mercilessly making fun of her and hitting her with a cricket bat. but god when P and N just get to hold each other in silence and security and just be. it’s . they. god. fuck. man.

oh i know this is a space story but perovskia just straight up has a sword (and some knives and maybe a gun idk) don’t ask me why idk but it’s very lesbian of her and she does gay little flourishes and is just. very annoying and i like her a lot. she’s very dramatic like her alias was madame revenant when she was living in the scrapyard and just doing some petty crimes like. she embroidered that jacket herself nobody calls her that she’s just a goofball. also warrior cats exist and she makes warrior cat fan animations. that just has to be true so warriors has been preserved for centuries. also she was presumed dead for a while uhh don’t think abt it too much but she likes that aesthetic.

Idabel takes the best to this new life of crime they are fucking FOR it she gets a FLAMETHROWER and Arkansas is like. wrow honestly my favorite thing abt them is that they’re both fucking INCREDIBLE pilots. like they know what they’re doing. and nisa is really really bad at it btw she cannot pilot a mech well. but this block of text isn’t about her i’m talking about THEM. Their chemistry is so good they r just. 🥺. and they both become Fast friends with perovskia because she’s just pretty likeable?? and ofc nisa’s jealous bc a) you guys don’t even like me :( but also b) that’s MY friend. it’s very funny. honey of course they didn’t like you you were being very unpleasant to be around. but arkansas does rlly wanna be friends with her and she and idabel have so much sibling energy it’s insane. i think they’d abel and cain each other for a scooby snack but also kill for each other. because they’re tiny girls who will growl at you solidarity and also probably hang out and just destroy things with bats sometimes. they all become closer and get a rlly sweet found family dynamic it just takes a While. oh also idabel is basically the chosen one and can set things on fire with her hands but it’s barely touched on because i think that’s a really funny thing to just ignore. but i also think it does become important because it’s largely fueled by anger and emotion and. h. i think idabel has a lot of feelings ok. Arkansas and Perovskia bond over having fucking anxiety disorders and have caprisun drinking competitions. i think it’s just like. these people all have similar trauma and need people to lean on when things are hard so they stick with each other once they have the option to split apart because by then they’re friends and work well together and Care. auto tuned baby crying mp3.

Alia and Agent Variety show up somewhere around here? They’re Slice’s very cool wives and Alia has a Vechicle Collection and own fucking stupid race cars and stuff and I love her. perovskia is afraid of being in vechiles so she has to take a fucking benadryl every time they have to make a getaway. Variety isn’t actually an Agent anymore and I also love HER because she’s very fucking good. they started out as just contacts slice had but it turns out they’re all in love <3 alia is also actually a sports car racer like. unprofessionally. illegally. which is just very cool of them.

Also i don’t think it has. a very BIG end, yknow? it’s like, they’re doing very good things and are up against a lot, and I don’t think they like.. singlehandedly take down the government or anything because they’re only a few people. but i think they get a happy ending and get to grow old while making positive changes to the world around them. like i don’t think they’ll be able to solve everything but they’re sure as hell gonna do what they can. But idk maybe they actually do get like. some good shit done. but again they’re not. an army. they’re a bunch of 20-somethings and their rube-goldberg-machine-creating chaperone. but i think they should get a fun climactic moment so i guess this is all to say i don’t. have an ending planned. but there should probably be one at some point.

OH AND the giant evil blood sucking dog vineyard vines robot Definitely almost kills Nisa (or at least fully destroys her in some way) and. it’s very narrowly avoided and she’s very very weak for a while because it took a lot out of her. also the dog robot does make grape vines grow and uhhhh any grapes that show up are 100% full of the pilot’s siphoned blood. also i think there’s still some remnants of that bitch in nisa’s mind afterwards bc an old mechanical god is hard to get rid of. but it’s mostly ok.

Also the bug people are just. a thing. like every person in the most recent generation in this specific society are at least a little bit genetically experimented on because. it sucks there. and i think if your parents bribe the government you can be a little Less fucked up but yknow. everyone’s a little weird. this was an excuse to put bug ppl in here they’re just the folks who were probably the most fucked with and i have many bug people here because i think bugs are cool and i want them to look like weird little bugs. This was all also an excuse to give the main characters fangs bc i’m gay. i don’t think randomly fucking with your genetics will make you a bug in real life so do not try this at home or at all PSA

SPEAKING of the society ok it’s very much obsessed with earth nostalgia and stuff and very yknow. basic cyperpunk shitty capitalism you know the drill you’ve seen space operas whatever but it’s also weirdly oligarchical? and like? it’s weird and bad and kind of a corporatocracy?? and. fuck. idk man they’re a fucked up space catgirl greeble-y amazon with catholic imagery. The Academy is also a thing but. idk how to describe it more than i already have it’s just kinda shitty boarding school. And after a certain point ppl can get sent on like. missions and stuff? in their fucking robots? but again i’m not sure what For. an option could be that there’s nearby Shit and nobody can tell if it’s safe because space is weird? also it’s only about 3200 so i’d say like. whole societies out in space is a relatively new thing and there’s some weird shit going on. so they sometimes send teenagers out in robots to see what’s up and that ends SUPER well for EVERYONE. hmm something SHOULD be going on actually there should be some weird eldritch space stuff. it should be connected to the more fucked up robots. it should also be Core’s fault somehow because uhhh capitalism and lack of foresight? anyway here’s women kissing i don’t know things. WAIT FUCK I FORGOT TO MENTION HOW SHADY SOME OF THE STUFF GOING ON IS LIKE THE DEATHS OF THE CREW PEROVSKIA WAS ON UHHH JUST TRUST ME DUDE like they are NOT afraid to get kids killed which was IMPLIED but also like it goes a little deeper than that and uhh i don’t know exactly what’s happening. but i’m sure it’ll all fall into place eventually. basically it’s very fatt shitty faction vibes idk how else to describe it. man it‘s like. just. there’s stuff happening they have goals and ideals and there’s probably more to it than i know so far bc stuff happens but i don’t KNOW what i’m tired and have been typing this for a year i don’t want to talk abt the bad capitalists i want to talk about tenderness and girls but unfortunately the ways in which the girls are tender are deeply informed by the environment they grew up in so i do have to think about it even if they all deserved better.

i think they all get a cat or a dog or something eventually. like they all deserve it. i think the final home they build together is actually pretty reminiscent of the scrapyard house. i think they get to live there for the rest of their lives and. just build something small and wonderful for themselves :’)

also i forgot to put men in the story they exist i just forgot about them. there’s nisa’s one ex i already forgot his name but he’s mentioned i think.

#IM SO SORRY FOR HOW INCOMPREHENSIBLE THIS IS I DONT HAVEA PLOT I HAVE CONCEPTS #ocs #long post #LONG FUCKING POST I CAN’T STRESS THIS ENOUGH #death ment #body horror cw #maybe #catholicism ment #again just to be safe #injury ment #possession tw

[the-queen-of-things]

Vindication (Arthur Fleck x Fem!Joker)

A/N: So, here we go guys, I’m posting this here in case anyone is interested in reading it. It’s basically porn with plot in which Arthur fucks himself into the Joker. It all takes place in Arthur’s head.

Enjoy!

WARNING: GRAPHIC SMUT 18+ only pls.

Arthur stretched his arms behind his head as he sat shirtless on the worn out couch of his small apartment. It was a hot day. It was in fact so hot that he didn't even dry himself when he stepped out of the shower earlier. Droplets of water traced paths from his hair down to his chest before finally nesting in his bellybutton. He shifted uncomfortably on his seat, ribs protruding under a thin layer of skin.

There was some movie playing on TV that he didn't pay much attention to. He picked up his pack of cigarettes and brought it to his lips as he pulled one out with his teeth. His lighter lay on the kitchen table and Arthur cursed as he spotted it so far away from him. He angrily slapped his face and got up, approaching the table in a leering fashion.

Besides his lighter rested his journal, folded in two. He glanced over, his attention momentarily drawn away from his lighter. Reaching out, he traced the cover with long, slim fingers and finally opening it revealing crinkled up paper with scattered sentences all over. Arthur smiled, cigarette still between his lips, as a cutout of a busty lady looked over him hungrily. The cutout was placed neatly on the center of the paper, his dirty thoughts scribbled all around it.

He picked up his lighter with his left hand and lit his cig.

There was a knock on the door, a sudden jolt of excitement rocked Arthur's core. He didn't know why, he wasn't expecting anyone. He pulled up his pajama pants that were obviously three sizes bigger than him and slicked back his soaked up hair. Taking a long drag from his cigarette he took small steps towards the door, the wooden floor creaking beneath his bare feet.

With a swift move he opened the door as a woman his size wasted no time in barging in and taking his face between her hands. Arthur, startled, dropped the cigarette by opening his mouth and took a step back. He looked the strange woman in the eye for mere seconds before she inched her face closer to Arthur's, her soft lips kissing the scar above his upper lip. The timid man welcomed the touch and reciprocated by bringing his body closer, hands sliding over the woman's waist, hips and finally resting on her well rounded ass.

As he kissed her back, he shut the door behind her.

"Who are you?" inquired Arthur, intoxicated as he was by her hot kisses and tobacco scent. Under heavy eyelids he saw the woman looking at him adoringly, her green eyes glistening under the soft yellow-ish light.

"I am..." She trailed off and bit her lip. Her hands still lay on Arthur's face.

The woman brought her thumbs on the corners of Arthur's mouth and forced his cheeks away from his teeth, forming a smile on him.

Arthur's eyes widened as he realized that this woman was wearing a full face clown makeup and her long, waist-length hair were dyed a dark shade of green.

"My sweet angel, what have they done to you?" She said, a tone of hatred lingering in her voice. She let go of his mouth and now traced the wrinkles around it before caressing his hollowed cheeks.

"I'm going to give them what they deserve." Her face twisted in anger, jaw quivered. "Don't you worry about it anymore, I don't want you to worry about anything."

Arthur's heart panged wildly in his chest at her words. Chuckling, he let a few tears of joy stream down his face as he dropped to his knees and looked up at her.

"Where have you been?" He asked, letting out a small laugh. "I've been so lost without you." His face turned serious as he whispered. "Please don't leave me again." He clutched at her legs, releasing a long sigh of glee.

The woman stroked his head firmly, lovingly.

Arthur began kissing the inside of her thigh, mouthing words on her skin as he traveled upwards. She wore a skin tight red dress and cheap matching heels and Arthur's breath hitched when he felt the heat radiating between her thighs. His head plunged under her dress, erection struggling to break free.

"Oh baby, what are you doing down there?" She moaned.

Arthur was too preoccupied  lapping the fleshy insides of her thighs to answer the question, his hands cupping her butt cheeks and toying with her g-string. His left hand pulled the undergarment aside, sloppily resting it aside her full pussy lips. He slipped two fingers in at once relishing in the fact that she was so wet she didn't even blink at the intrusion.

There were no words to describe Arthur's delight, it was like every event in his life was leading up to this moment. He felt... Alive, existing. Ready to take on the world.

The woman moaned and stroked his wet hair, firmly grabbing chunks of it until she felt his scalp underneath her fingers.

Arthur let out a sigh of relief and stopped what he was doing to look up at her with his puppy dog eyes gleaming in the television light. Content, happy, without a care in the world he smiled and blinked lazily.

"Where have you been?" He whispered yet again and cocked his head to the side.

"Does it matter?" The beauty cupped his face with both hands and stood him up at her eye level. "I'm here now." She said and rested her forehead on his.

Her touch was soft, so soft and Arthur shut his eyes and nuzzled against her face. He was trembling, thoughts coming to a halt, the voices in his head merely a whisper. All he could hear was her voice and the blood rushing to his temples, heartbeat buzzing in his ears. The feel of pressure from his pants made him uncomfortable, he had to break free. He had no control over his body anymore as he was being pushed backwards until his legs hit the front of what he felt was the couch. He slumped over the cushions and slid downwards until his behind was almost hanging off the couch.

"I'm going to make you forget..."

Arthur didn't dare open his eyes and slightly parted his lips as he felt his pants leaving his waist, sliding past his legs. What was going on? How had he been so lucky? The world hasn't been kind to him. Maybe that was his vindication.

He felt the chill hugging his bare cock and the hair on his arms stood up. He swallowed the lump in his throat and grinned. His cock arched painfully, his hand instinctively reaching out to relieve it. His hand was quickly swatted away before he felt a warmth resting between his thighs, hands caressing the back of his legs so fondly, his heart could burst.

Something landed on the head of his thick sex and trickled down his shaft, past the visible engorged veins. And then more and more of the substance until he was covered in it. Arthur arched his back and bucked his hips as a hand wrapped around his cock and pulled the skin downwards revealing a very pink, very swollen head.

"P-Please..." He begged, his brows furrowing, his hips shifting over and over. "I wanna forget, I wanna..." He trailed off and his mouth hung open at the heat of smooth, eager, slick lips slowly suckling at his cock head.

The atmosphere thickened and Arthur gasped for air as the mouth on his cock was eating up more and more of him. The tongue tracing his veins, drawings 8s on his shaft, teeth slightly grazing the thin layer of skin.

His eyes finally flew open and his breath hitched at the sight.

The woman was blowing him hungrily all the while looking up at him as if marveling at the fact that he was finally getting the bliss he deserved. Her head bopped up and down his shaft, stopping for a while to stroke him with soft hands before continuing with her rhythm.

A shot of electricity engulfed Arthur's slim body and he slid further down the couch, almost dropping off of it. His feet started working on their own and gave him leverage in bucking his hips violently against the ravishing mouth.

He moaned and moaned as a familiar sense bubbled in his balls, hands frantically pulling at the woman's hair.

As if something clicked in his brain he was suddenly on his feet, pulling the head away from his cock that softly leaked at the sight of swollen lips and messed up makeup melting away from the strange woman's face.

He was ready, he was in control, he was on top of the world.

He grabbed her by the arm pits with a strength that he didn't know he possessed and threw her on the couch, her back to him. His breathing was erratic, sweat drenching his face, his back, his palms as he looked at the wet and awaiting clothed pussy in front of him. With a frantic move, he pulled at her undergarment with all his might, ripping  it away from her body in shreds.

"I'm in control. I deserve this." He muttered and lined his cock at her entrance.

Joy was the only word that could describe what he felt as he buried his erection deep into her pussy, stretching it out to accommodate him, her labia sucking his shaft deeper.

He grabbed both her arms and pinned them behind her back, her dress riding up to her waist as she fell face first into the arm of the couch, giving all her control away to him.

She started laughing, the sound muffled by the couch, Arthur's head spinning, his hips working full time in pumping in and out of her with more passion, more speed, more violence, hip bones hitting her ass repeatedly. He was so close. He felt safe, ecstatic, loved. More loved than he ever thought possible.

"Call me funny." He groaned as he parted her ass cheeks.

"You're so funny, Arthur." She moaned, gasping for breath.

"I know." He hunched forward, hands pulling at the arms in between their bodies to slam in harder and harder. "Call me a joker."

"You're fucking me violently, Joker."

"I didn't hear you."

"Fuck me harder, Joker!" She screamed, pussy leaking.

Arthur's balls tightened as he felt her silky walls milking him. She was spasming around him, her moans echoing in the small apartment. With a broken "fuck" Arthur was cumming, slamming his hips on her one last time and staying there as he unloaded all he had, inside her.

"Joker, please don't leave. Just stay here for a while."

"I'm not going anywhere. I just came here." He said with determination and moved his length inside her, hitting her sweet spot again.

"Do that again..."

"I am..." He hit there again, moving nothing but his cock.

Her body shuddered in his hands, her pussy leaked more love onto him.

Arthur managed to turn her around to face her with his dick still inside. Her makeup was so faded that she didn't seem intimidating anymore. Her face was sparkling with sweat, contorted as it was out of pure pleasure. He straightened his back and brought her legs on his bony shoulders. His hair were plastered in strands on his face, damp with sweat, and he shook his head like a dog to get rid of them. He was certain he looked exhausted but he didn't feel like it. His body was bursting with energy.

Arthur looked over at her under his dark, thick eyebrows and leaned forward taking her legs with him as far as they went.

And now with her knees almost on either side of her face, he brought his lips upon hers and worked his tongue inside her mouth. His cocked mimicked the actions of his tongue and the woman clenched her pussy involuntarily.

"You're driving me mad, Joker." She said and panted on his lips. Her breasts were almost spilling out of her dress as her body was firmly folded in two.

Arthur let go of her legs, using his weight now to pin them down, and ripped the cleavage of her dress. Her tits popped out, nipples standing up ready to be sucked on. He cupped and squeezed at one of the pair and pulled it upwards towards his mouth. The woman moaned louder than ever when he sucked and nipped at her nipple, her walls closing in unbearable tight on his cock. He left a wet trail from one tit to the next and as he engulfed the other nipple, he moved his cock inside her again.

Arthur felt her stomach shuddering violently as she threw her hands behind her head grabbing at the arm of the couch. "Fuck me!" She screamed and Arthur felt her insides sucking him in with the same eagerness as her mouth did before.

He smiled and relished at the sight of her biting down at her lip as her orgasm drenched his cock once more.

He hovered above her spent face and relieved her from the pressure her legs were in by hoisting himself on the arm of the couch. Her legs fell on either side of him, trembling, her stomach slick with mixed sweat.

"Who's laughing now?" He asked and grabbed her by the hair. "You made a big mess here, miss." He whispered through gritted teeth in her ear. "You better clean this up." He emphasized "up" by popping his thin lips.

The woman struggled to break free of his body as Arthur sat back on the couch and slipped his semi hard cock out of her. He watched as she turn over to him and with her ass in the air dipped her head towards the perky dick. She lapped the slickness of cum away and Arthur felt his body melting away. He shut his eyes and before he knew it he drifted away, his ears ringing with sweet release.

---

"From NCB studios in Gotham city, It's live with Murray Franklin!"

Arthur's eyes fluttered open at the sound of the television signaling the start of his favorite tv show.

Still in a haze, he blinked around the dark room. He was alone.

He groaned and rubbed his eyes, pulling himself in a sitting position.

He looked around the room again as he realized he was naked, his pyjama pants thrown carelessly on the floor. He glanced down at himself, his cock lay flat on its side covered in dried up cum. He was feeling something he couldn't explain. He felt different, changed. Things were clearer to him now. His body was buzzing but his mind was at ease. A contrast that was only the other way around throughout his life. Arthur didn't question it but embraced this feeling as part of him.

He stood up, naked as he was and walked over to the table where his journal was, his dick dangling between his legs.

He sat down on the table and started scribbling something on his journal.

"For my whole life... I didn't know if I even really existed. But I do." He mouthed as he wrote down those exact words. He grinned gleefully at the paper and chuckled.

"And people are starting to notice." His manic laughter painted the walls of his apartment a bright shade of red. He was seeing colors dripping on the white of his journal, red, blue, green, a note of yellow and he stood up again, his laughter growing louder.

He turned to his right and noticed a cigarette bud on the floor near the door of the apartment. He studied it intensely and not even wondering how it got there, he puffed his chest out and with a walk that could only imitate the richest man in the world, he headed to his bedroom.

"J-Joker." He said and kept laughing, tears welling in his eyes. He fumbled around his stuff and pulled out the makeup  palette that he used to do his makeup from his days as a party clown.

"I like it!"

He mixed some of the green paint with water and massaged his hair with it all the while looking in the mirror.

His reflection looked back at him, hair dyed a dark shade of green, smile painted a bright shade of red, tears painted a navy shade of blue.

Joker laughed and reached for the mirror.

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[t-citurnity-moved]

Incorrect Quotes Megapost: DMC Edition

I have so many incorrect quotes I wanted to post here, so HAVE FUN WITH THESE. I’ll shove them under a cut so people who don’t want to see them don’t have to. Some of these are just stupid, some of them are very correct. You decide which is which. REGARDLESS, ALL OF THEM ARE A JOKE SO PLEASE DON’T TAKE THEM VERY SERIOUSLY.

General

Caine: I like all the Sparda boys equally.

Caine: Dante, Vergil, V...

Caine: *Looks at smudged writing on hand.* Nemo.

* * *

Dante: Why would you give a knife to Nero?! He’s a child!

Caine: He felt unsafe.

Dante: Now I feel unsafe!

Caine: I’m sorry...

Caine: Would you like a knife?

* * *

Caine: Onion rings are just vegetable doughnuts.

Vergil, used to this behaviour from him: I suppose that’s true.

Caine: Your stomach thinks all potatoes are mashed.

Vergil: Okay...

Caine: Lasagne is just spaghetti flavoured cake.

Vergil:

Caine: Lobsters are mermaids to scorpions.

Vergil, taking a deep breath, tearing up a little: Please stop.

Dante, intrigued: No no, let him finish.

* * *

Nero: Fuck.

Dante: Watch your damn language, kid.

Caine: We don’t use that kind of fucking language in this goddamn household.

Vergil: ... I wonder who he learned it from.

* * *

Caine: I’m going to play you all a song.

Caine: It’s called “My Life so Far.”

Caine: *Takes a deep breath, bangs cymbals together.*

Caine: *High pitched, loud.* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

* * *

Caine: Hello people who do not live here.

Dante: Hey.

Vergil: Good morning.

V: Hello.

Nero: Hey!

Caine: I gave you the key for emergencies!

Dante: This is an emergency. We have no more snacks.

* * *

Caine: From now on, we’ll be using codenames.

Caine: You can address me as “Eagle One.”

Caine: V is “Been There, Done That.”

Caine: Vergil is “Might Do That.”

Caine: Dante is “It Happened Once in a Dream.”

Caine: Nero is “If I Had to Pick Another Dude.”

Caine: Sparda is “I’ve Considered It.”

Caine: And Eva is...

Eva:

Caine: “Eagle Two.”

Eva: Oh thank god.

* * *

Caine: You’re smiling, did something good happen?

Vergil: Can’t I smile because I feel like it?

Dante, bursting through the door: HE PUSHED ME OFF THE ROOF.

* * *

Caine: Good, thanks dad.

Sparda:

Caine: ... Why is everyone staring at me?

Nero: You called gramps ‘dad.’

Dante: You said ‘thanks dad.’

Caine: What? No, I didn’t. I said ‘thanks man.’

Sparda: Do you see me as a father figure, Caine?

Caine: No! If anything, I see you as a ‘bother figure,’ cause you’re always bothering me!

Dante: HEY, SHOW YOUR FATHER SOME RESPECT.

Caine: I DIDN’T CALL HIM DAD.

* * *

Devilish

Dante: *Walking by.*

Caine, immediately: Fuck you.

Dante, looking confused: Uh... fuck you too?

Caine: *Laughs and blushes.*

Nero, in the bg: That’s... that’s not how that works.

* * *

Dante: Come on, what’s the worst that could happen?

Caine: Oh, I dunno, we could die.

Dante: Like that’s stopped us before.

* * *

Dante, trying to flirt: Y’know, I usually go with 8s, but I guess I’ll settle for a 10.

Caine: I... have no words for how awful you are.

* * *

Dante: I love you.

Caine: I really hope you have other options.

* * *

Dante: *Gets down on one knee.*

Caine: It’s finally happening...

Dante: *Ties bootlaces.*

Caine, tearing up: He finally stopped wearing crocs.

* * *

Dante: I can’t go. Stress is bad for the baby.

Caine: What baby? You can’t get preg-

Dante: Me. I’m the baby.

* * *

Dante: Alright, so you and I are married.

Caine: We are not married.

Dante: Relax, it’s just pretend.

Caine: I don’t want to pretend.

Dante: Scared you’ll like it?

Caine: Okay. If we’re married, I want a divorce.

Nero: Are you two like this all the time?

Vergil: Yes, yes they are.

* * *

Demonic Instinct

Caine: *Smiles.*

Vergil, slamming his hands on the table: That’s it, I’m killing him.

Dante: Or you could man up and ask him out.

Vergil, blushing profusely: Killing... is easier...

* * *

Vergil: I hate being touched. The last time someone touched me, I was still a child. And it was in combat.

Dante: Caine is literally sitting on your lap right now.

Vergil: This means nothing.

* * *

Vergil: If a demon hurt you I’d hunt them to the ends of the earth to kill them.

Caine: If you asked, I would kill every person in this room without a second thought.

Nero, disturbed: You guys know normal couples don’t say these things to each other, right?

* * *

Vergil: All I’m trying to explain to you is, next time I will not lose.

Caine: And I’m just saying, I beat you twice.

Vergil: The first time was a tie.

Caine: And the second?

Vergil: ... There were no witnesses.

* * *

Mysterious Intent

V: How is the most enchanting creature in the world doing this morning?

Caine, barely sparing him a glance: I don’t know, how are you?

V:

V, voice cracking: I’m F i N e.

* * *

V, trying to flirt: Handsome and smart? Today certainly is my lucky day.

Caine: Don’t worry, I’m significantly less of both when you spend enough time with me.

* * *

V: Do you know why I called you here?

Caine, sighing: ‘Cause I accidentally sent you that nude...

V, looking up from pouring two glasses of wine: Accidentally?

* * *

Caine: My boyfriend is too tall for me to kiss him on the lips, what should I do?

Trish: Punch him in the stomach. Then, when he doubles over in pain, kiss him.

Nico: Tackle him.

Lady: Kick him in the shin.

Nero: Dump him.

V: No to all of those! Please just ask me to lean down!

* * *

Caine, a known Oblivious Moron who doesn’t speak English as a first language: What are friends with benefits?

V: ... Very... ah... special type of friends.

Caine: Oh, like us?

V, choking on air: N-no.

#long post #(in)correct quotes ; #ships (dmc) #< new catch all tag gidflbgfg #ship (devilish) #ship (demonic instinct) #ship (mysterious intent) #fam (dmc) #< for platonic dmc faves lmao #and i think that's it! #i dunno this is stupid BUT I WANTED TO SHOW YOU GUYS ALL THE STUPID QUOTES THAT APPLY TO THESE LOSERS #DO NOT RB

[teenwolf-fluffy-smut]

ETHAN DOLAN FLUFFY SMUT

E and Gray wanted to take a little trip south of LA to get away and relax a bit. You can’t help but get a bit turned on seeing E’s outfit.

“E that outfit is really sexy” you say as he walks out of the bathroom. He smiles and stops to do a little model pose. He spins around and pops his ass out a bit and you laugh. “My man is a model” you say and he walks over to you and he wraps his arms around your waist with his hands resting on your ass “my girl is way better model” he says squeezing your ass “like when she modeled that dark green lace set” he says as he then makes the turtle face. You roll your eyes “I knew when I bought that it would be your new favorite” you say and he nods “yeah it is it’s fucking hot” he says and you get on your tip toes to kiss him. When you pull away you whisper in his ear “good thing I brought it with in my suitcase” you say and his hands tighten on your waist as he grips you tight. “E! Y/n! Come on we are leaving!” Gray yells and you quickly pull away and take your suitcase in one hand and E’s hand in the other. “Come on” you say and Ethan let’s out a big groan of annoyance “baaaaabbbbe!” He says and you smile and start to walk away and he picks up his suitcase and follows.

Ethan drives and you sit in the passenger seat with E’s hand on your thigh. Grayson and Bryant are in the back. After about 2 hours on the road you all pull into the long driveway that leads to the beach house the twins booked on Airbnb. You all unpack the car and head in to find your rooms and check out the place. After settling in a bit Gray and Bryant head down to the beach for some photos. “We will be down in a bit” Ethan says and they nod and he comes back to the room. “Babe I’m serious this outfit is seriously hot” you say as you unpack your bag a bit. “You look really good in a long sleeve black shirt but then the hot pink touches with these hot pink shorts that are very nicely hitting at mid to upper thigh” you say and before you finish he pulls you to him and picks you up. “I’m going to loose my mind if you keep telling me how hot I am” he says and he carries you to the bed and lays you down “I had to think about some weird fucking shit on the car ride here to keep me from getting a fucking hard on in front of Grayson and Bryant and having to sit with it for two hours” he says and you smirk at him, loving when he gets really turned on. He climbs on top of you and takes his shirt off. “Your hand on my thigh the entire ride was a nice addition” you say moving your hands to feel his body, running your hands along his v-line. E looks at you the entire time you talk and the eye contact he is so good at drives you wild.

You start to pull his shorts down “look who’s excited” you say as you can now easily see the apparent boner. He hovers over you and you pull his face to yours and you begin to make out. It doesn’t last long before he pulls away and pulls your sweatshirt off. “Fuck I love when you don’t wear a bra” he says shaking his head and you smile “I know” you say and he gives you a quick kiss before he moves down and pulls your shorts down. He leaves you in your red thong and attaches his fingers to your core, rubbing through the thong. He moves back up to you and gives each breast a kiss and small suck before kissing you again. He doesn’t remove his hand from your core though, and small moans begin to escape your mouth. “E” you say pulling away, catching your breathe “yeah what is it” he says moving a piece of hair out of your face. “I really want to ride you” you say and he nods “fuck” he says nodding “let’s do it babe” he says and you smile “but first I want to eat you out a bit, I love eating you out” he says and you smile running your hands through his hair messing it up “I love you so much” you say and he blushes “babe I’m trying to be all sexy don’t get me all mushy” he says and you laugh “sorry I just had to say it” you say and he kisses you “I love you so much too like so much” he says and you both kiss “okay, I’m done being mushy, back to my super sexy E” you say biting your lip and he nods “super sexy E” he says “wait!” You say excited “one more thing before sexy E comes back, even though I think you are always sexy” he smiles, but you continue “but anyways can you do a hissing face with your tongue out?” You ask and he rolls his eyes “babe” he says laughing a bit and you smile big at him “I love it so much when you do that” you say and he nods and prepares himself. “I just love my weird little man” you say and you smile at how cute your boyfriend is and he too smiles “fiiiiiiine” he groans even though you know he loves being weird for you. He clears his throat and and hisses as he sticks his tongue out and gives your claw fingers. You crack up and hiss back at him. He laughs and falls onto you and kisses all over your face. He pulls away “bring on sexy E I’m ready” you say and he smiles “okay sexy E for real now” he says and you smile and move your hands to his v-lines again and move them down his pelvic bones and to his thighs and he takes a deep breathe from your soft touches.

He attaches his lips to your skin and begins to kiss all the way down your body, kissing each breast and down your stomach until he gets to your underwear which he now pulls down and drops on the floor. He smiles at you and kisses your core. “Please E” you say and you feel him smile as he begins to use his tongue to lick up your slit and work his way to your clit. He begins to make figure 8s with his tongue over your clit and the scruff on his face is causing very nice friction at your core. One hand of his is on your hip keeping you from arching and the other is under you ass gripping it. You have both hands running through E’s hair. As much as you are loving this you pull him away “let me ride you” you say and he nods without hesitation. Before you flip over he kisses up your body and meets your eyes “you are so fucking hot babe” he says and you blush. He then flips you over and you smile at him before you begin to kiss his neck behind his ear and give him small bites with moans beginning to escape. His hands find your ass as he moves them up and down feeling every inch of your backside. You move down his body and finally make it to his dick. You give it a few pumps with your hand before you start to blow him. He holds your hair out of your face for you as you get deeper, causing louder moans to start coming from him.

You pull away and give his tip a small kiss before you scoot back up and straddle him. He pulls you to him and you lift yourself up a bit and take his dick in your hand to line it up. You slowly lower down bracing yourself on his chest as you fully take him in. “That’s my girl” E says as you take him in fully, rubbing your thighs the entire time. “So sexy” he says and his sweet words are all you need. You look up at him and he pulls you down to him and he kisses you and you kiss back, hard. He holds your face with both hands and makes out with you. You start to move and he quickly holds his breathe as the pleasure hits him. “Fuck” he says moving his hands to hold your ass as you ride him. “Fuck babe you feel so fucking good” he says now with his eyes closed and you smile and begin to move faster. Making sure to hit your ass on his thighs with every move. He loves the sound of your ass riding him, and you can tell because he is moaning like crazy and one hand has moved to rub your clit while the other holds your ass. You sit up allowing him the full view. He opens his eyes when he feel you sit up and he smiles biting his lip. “Babe you are sexy as fuck holy shit” he says and he quickly takes both breast in his hands and plays with them. Another one of his favorite things to do.

Not longer after E started your clit do you feel yourself getting close. “E” you say taking a breathe “I’m close” you say and he nods “me too” he says and you feel his hands lift you up “do you want to ride me as I cum or?” He says breathing heavy, his chest moving up and down. “I kind of want you to blow me till I finish and then” before he can finish you scoot back and begin to suck his dick. He goes quiet. “Fuuuuck” he groans his head falling back. You smile and play with his balls as well. You feel his body stiffen and you pull away and pump him as he then cums on his stomach and you lick him clean right up his happy trail. “No fucking way” he says and you smile as you crawl up to him “oh we aren’t done yet” he says as he kisses you hard and flips you over. You scream and hold onto his neck as he kisses all over your neck. He simultaneously begins to finger you. He uses 3 fingers and his thumb on your clit. You grip his back, definitely leaving marks, as he kisses and sucks on your neck, definitely leaving marks on you. A few minutes later and you freeze as your toes curl and you let out a drawn out moan. E slows down and begins to rub his hands over your core and inner thighs. He smiles at you and places a small kiss on below your belly button.

“E come up here” you say and he smiles and crawls up to meet you as he lays on his side next to you and pulls you close to him by your waist. “I told gray and Bryant we’d be down soon and I’m pretty sure it’s been like an hour” he said making a face and you laugh “I think it was pretty obvious why we weren’t coming down right away” you say and he blushes and you both laugh “yeah they totally know we are having sex” he says making an airy laugh and you pull his face to you “they 100% do” you say as you kiss him and he pulls you on top of him by your ass and you laugh at the struggle you had to get up. “Babe you good?” He says cracking up and you nod, laughing so hard you aren’t even making noice anymore. You finally get on top and take a breathe “damn it” you say and he burst out laughing “you know if they weren’t able to figure out we were having sex they will when we go down and you have scratch marks on your back and I have hickies on my neck” you say and his eyes go wide “I forgot about that” he says and you nod “yeah E” you say and he shrugs “I like it” he adds and you smirk “sit up” you say and he does and you turn him around and look at his back “ohhh E I made so many scratches” you say making a nervous face and he turns back around and pulls you to him “I saw we clean up and get our suits on and head down there” he says and you smile “we will just make sure any photos Bryant takes don’t show my back or your neck or we will just make him edit them out” he says and you smile and nod. He pulls you in and kisses you. You both smile and clean up.

You put on a basic red bikini. The top has thick straps that lead into a deep v and the bottoms are simple and cheeky. E laughs a bit, in disbelief. “You look so fucking good” he says with his arms out looking at you and you smile do a little run over to him into his arms. He pulls you in and kisses the top of your head. You look up at him “Put your yellow bottoms on” you say and he smiles giving you one more kiss on your head. You both grab a towel and walk out the back foot to the beach where you see Bryant and Grayson taking some photos. You all meet up with them “it’s about time” Gray says rolling his eyes at Ethan and they both who’ve eachother and you laugh as you walk over to Bryant. You all take a pictures before hanging out and getting in the water. Bryant of course still taking photos the entire time of candids.

That’s all for now! I think I’m going to do another Ethan Fluffy imagine/smut where you are on your period or maybe like the night the boys come back covered in their body paint and you like it or something like that ??? Idk but thanks everybody for all the support :) it means the world to me !! Love you! Hope you enjoyed this!

#dolan twins #dolan twins smut #ethan dolan #ethan #ethan smut #ethan dolan smut #grayson dolan #grayson #grayson smut

[dwtspd]

DWTS 28 week 2

Just fyi, this week’s scores + last week’s votes + last week’s scores + viewer voting through the ET show contributed to elimination.

Also I’ve figured out that ABC commercial breaks are consistently ~3.5 minutes long. Way better than Fox.

James and Emma cha cha cha: ohmy god this guy is SO GOOD with his feet. Slides were so smooth. He could use a bit of latin shaping but he had good hip action. He’s flexible too. I mean the straddle jump?? The en rond kick - second one already. Judges are kinda nitpicky, esp Len. There was still plenty of dancing despite the gimmicks. 7-6-7 T20

Sailor and Val rumba: okay Sailor’s dancing is very stop-and-go. Like, she does a step, then she literally stands still before doing the next move. Also, I think she was thinking very hard of keeping her legs straight that she didn’t allow for the slight bending that naturally comes with movement so it looked very steppy. 6-6-6 T18 I mean that sounds fair, but Len really thought this was same score as James? Nah dude.

Ray and Cheryl foxtrot: yo, what was up with the camera in this dance? Second mishap already this season. Anyway, Ray started out rough - Cheryl threw him right into the water with the choreo there, but the final pass ended up looking somewhat decent. Not a good song for foxtrot. He looked quite fun in the jazz interludes. I loved seeing those reverse cramp rolls. Props to Ray for continuing to smile despite his mistakes, and his response to the criticism was well done. 5-5-5 T15

Ally and Sasha Viennese waltz: She is still very hard hitting and jerky. What was with that angsty face in the beginning... The basic waltz steps were good but she stumbled on some more complex steps. At one point she literally slammed her arm down onto Sasha’s while jerking her head in the opposite direction - very harsh, more tango/paso-ish. Also, needs to point her toes. 7-6-7 T20 I don’t think she’s as good as James. But it’s more of James being underscored as the first one out than people getting overscored.

Mary and Brandon cha cha cha: oh man, I wanted this to be good. There were parts where she was really selling it, but then she would lose balance or miss a step. Fun tidbit: Brandon actually used traditional cha cha counts (1, 2, 3, cha-cha-cha/one, 2, 3, cha-cha-cha; lots dance now use 1, 2, cha-cha-cha.) 5-5-5 T15

Lauren and Gleb paso doble: Also very stop-and-go like Sailor, with Ally’s jerkiness. Was that really all she was doing when Gleb was waving the skirt around?? Just keep posing? Even those poses came across kinda awkward. Can’t blame Len for not being a fan. And all around lacked spanish shaping. 6-6-7 T19 whaaaaaat, now THIS is overscored. Do Len and Bruno really think this measures up to Ally or even James?

Lindsay and partner tango: Mate, whatever you think about him, that dance was decent. Stayed on count. No tango gliding, all stepping and walking, but he knew the choreography. They kinda did them in with the song though, since we’ve had some pretty great performances with this song before. 6-5-5 T16

Karamo and Jenna quickstep: Wow! He was light on his feet, clean with footwork, those turns were smooth as butter. Whatever his future mom in law told him, he took to heart. His arm was kinda crooked at times but a really good dance. WTF is Len’s problem with Karamo???!!! Is it homophobia? Is it racism? Mate I didn’t even realise he was wearing boots. 7-5-7 T19 WTF Len.

Kate and Pasha foxtrot: Wow, Kate moves really well. The actual foxtrot steps looked really good. She was a little jerky in the jazzy interludes but not hard-hitting like Ally or Lauren. Also, her eyes looked like they were sometimes rolling back into her head - happens sometimes when you try to be conscientious of keeping your chin up. 7-7-7 T21 highest score so far, well deserved!

Kel and Witney samba: Oh man, this was a pretty good effort! I thought he started out really strong, had bounce and all that. That kind of faded off as the dance progressed, but he somehow kept the energy out. He saved the slip at the end. 7-6-7 T20

Lamar and Peta salsa: Oh dude, he looked so scared to face the judges after that dance. Much better this week and he looked a lot less stressed. Glad he had this dance to let loose. He looked so dejected oh man. Peta designed that routine well such that she could lead him if he looked like he was blanking. 4-4-4 T12

Hannah and Alan Viennese waltz: Ooooh what a lovely dance! Some people said after last week that Hannah might be a latin-strong dancer but she proved she can do standard. Beautiful lines. Only like 2 small moments where her hard-hitting-ness showed through. Len, their turns were good. 8-8-8 T24 I wasn’t expecting a full board of 8s, thought Len would still hold out and give a 7. But can’t really be mad.

I’m not gonna do math and figure out the aggregate rankings across both weeks, but you get the idea - Hannah and James are at the top, Lamar at the bottom.

Oh okay so the hosts will reveal a bottom 2 and the judges will save 1 couple. Kinda SYTYCD-y.

I’ve kinda missed how they called out who was safe one by one.

Lamar is SAFE. Those basketball fans must have shown up.

Bottom 2: Mary and Ray

Aw man, what a sad bottom two. Both have potential in this competition and it would be a waste for either to go home now.

CAI saved Mary.

Bruno saved Ray.

Len saves Ray.

Sad to see Mary go, sad that Brandon has another season truncated. He has so much potential as a pro.

#dancing with the stars #DWTS #james van der beek #hannah brown #Kate Flannery #kel mitchell #Karamo #Mary Wilson #Sailor Brinkley-Cook #ray lewis #ally brooke #Lauren alaina #Lamar Odom #emma slater #alan bersten #pasha pashkov #witney carson #Jenna Johnson #brandon armstrong #val chmerkovskiy #Cheryl Burke #sasha farber #gleb savchenko #peta murgatroyd