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#TROS still sucks
reylo · 8 months
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I haven't been active in the reylo fandom for a few years but just wanted to check in and see if we're still winning?
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marklikely · 8 months
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tros is worst movie treated rose bad
that's true. but tlj treated literally everyone (except kylo) bad and even though it was obviously less bad to rose than tros it still didnt. give her a good story. so for me it doesnt outweigh tlj's crimes.
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dilfl0v3rss · 10 months
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im tryna see how ony dealed wit connie😁
nice and slow
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continuation of ours
cw: m x m, ony cleaning his gun
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days have went by since ony told connie that he’d be “delt with” and he was starting to feel like he was off the hook. ony would still wake him in the morning with a kiss and he'd still act like his normal self throughout the day. "maybe he forgot" connie thought to himself as he eyed him from the other side of the living room. there he was, quietly cleaning his gun while he watched videos with his phone laid on his lap. his shirt probably on your small figure as he sat in just his pajama pants and durag. "need sum baby?" he didn't even need to move his head to know that his boyfriend was staring.
connies eyes widened a little as he continued to breathlessly stare at his lover. "when somebody say sum to you, its polite to answer." ony sucked his teeth, looking up from his phone with a pointed look that was shot directly at connie. "n-nah...nah m'good pa" a kind smile bloomed on his pink lips to sell the act that he's not panicking in his mind right now. why is he acting so normal? "shouldn't you be gettin ready right now anyways? you said you was gon drop suge off at mikasas for her lil spa day/sleepover shit."
before connie could reply, he was interrupted by your sweet voice. "m'ready papiii" you came down the steps with your duffle bag on your shoulder, letting it plop on the ground before walking to ony and giving him a kiss on the cheek. when your eyes met connie's pajama wearing figure you sucked your teeth. "babyyy why aren't you dressed. i don't wanna be late to miki's because of youuu" you whined, stomping your feet to add exaggeration.
connie gave you a stern look, making you stop instantly before getting up and grabbing his keys from his coat hung up at the door. "cut that shit out or you not going at all. ion need to be dressed if m'just dropping you off and coming back home." you shut up immediately, letting connie give you a kiss before you began walking quietly to the car while he carried your bag. "i can't get a kiss too?" ony mumbled, stopping connie dead in his tracks before he turned around. "my fault pa" he mumbled as he made his way to the couch, leaning down to give his boyfriend a kiss on the forehead.
his dick jumped in excitement when ony grabbed him by the neck and gave him a sloppy kiss on the lips. his long tongue quickly winning dominance over connies as his grip on his neck grew tighter. strings of spit connected the two as ony moved his face back to speak. "drive safe" was all he said before loosening his grip, letting connie stand up straight before he replied. "i will pa, see you" ony's focus was put back on his gun as he listened to the front door close.
the drive to mikasa's was about twenty minutes there and back, but connie made sure to drive real slow so his boyfriend didn't get a notification that he was speeding. "bye babyyyy, see you tomorrowww!" you squealed before giving your boyfriend and quick kiss and practically sprinting out the car before he could reply. he chuckled at your excited little body jumping for joy at you knocked on mikasa's door. connie waited for you to go inside before driving back home.
as he walked in the door he noticed that ony was nowhere to be seen in the living room. his gun cleaning supplies were still laid out on the table as he walked deeper into the house. connie made his way to his room where he saw ony sitting on the edge of the bed. "was looking for you. what you doin?" his dark brown eyes gave connie a bone chilling stare as he toyed with the ring on his middle finger. "waiting for you...c'mere pretty boy lemme talk to you real quick."
ony bent his fingers in a come hither motion, making his lover's body move towards him on instinct. connie stood in between ony's legs as he leaned back on the bed, inked chest on full display for his light brown eyes to ogle. "you know you still in trouble right?" connie nodded his head. he never stopped thinking about what his boyfriend had in store for him, but now he doesn't have to anymore. todays the day he gets what he's been dreading.
"listen, ian mean to-" "sh sh sh...let papa do the talking aight? you just gon get yourself into more trouble and you don't want that now, do you?" connie quickly shook his head as he watched ony rise from his seat on the bed. connie was tall, standing at about 6'2. but ony was a little taller, larger frame standing in front of him as he licked his lips before moving to the side. "take allat shit off and lay down f'me." connie slowly removed his hoodie and tee shirt before toying with the waistband of his pajama pants.
ony grew annoyed at his slow pace, grabbing him by the back of the neck before pulling his ear towards his mouth. "hurry the fuck up or ima rip it." connies hands moved quickly, pulling down his pajama pants and letting his hard dick spring free. he didn't like to sleep with underwear so his boxers were nowhere to be seen. he lied down on his back while watching ony begin to crawl up towards him, sitting in between connies legs as he ran his big hands over his chest, purposely neglecting the leaking red tip near his belly button.
"what you supposed to do when i tell you something?" ony whispered, leaning over connies body with his hand resting right by his head as his free hand played with his nipples. "im 'posed to lis...listen papa...fuck" he stuttered as the large hand wrapped around his dick. ony began slowly stroking him, occasionally rubbing his thumb over his leaking tip as connies back arched off the bed. "mhmm but you aint do that, did you? nahh, you was being greedy." his pace quickened, heat running through connies dick as he thrusted himself into ony's hand to bring his release closer.
"just like you are right now. not being my good boy." connie groaned as the frictions stopped. ony sat on his knees as he freed his dick from his pants. "y-you gon prep me right?" a fearful expression on his light brown face as he looked at his boyfriends girthy dick. ony chuckled as before sticking two of his thick fingers in connies mouth. "m'not a monster, baby." the smaller man sighed in relief as he let his tongue swirl all over his fingers. spit falling down the sides of his mouth as ony continued to thrust them in and out of his wet cavern.
as he removed his fingers from connies mouth with a pop, ony groaned at the sight in front of him. plump spit soaked lips shining in the dim light of the room as his lover lay naked in the middle of the bed. pretty ink dancing along his fit body as his dick leaked precum onto his stomach. "you so sexy baby. making me wanna skip all this shit and fuck you right now." connie didn't get the chance to reply before ony rubbed his wet middle finger on his tight hole.
wetting it before breaching it lightly with half of his middle finger. "f-fuck pa" light brown hand instantly flying towards his wrist to stop his movements. ony's eyes snapped towards connies, giving him and stern look that made a shiver run down his spine. "you know better than t'be doin that, handsome. move or ima cuff you." he slowly moved his hand away, balling them into tight fists before ony decided it was a good time to add a second finger.
spit traveling from ony's mouth down to connie's light brown hole, giving him more lubricant to move his fingers deeper. he dug into connie slowly, giving his boyfriend the time he needs to adjust. "how it feel pretty boy?" connies eyes rolled to the back of his skull, back arching as he moaned at the stretch. "hmm? talk t'me baby...can i fuck you now?" ony was always soft with connie when it came to prepping him. knowing that it is not an easy process and it could be painful if not done correctly. "y-yea daddy go head."
he smiled at the name, knowing that it was only used when his boyfriend was feeling especially vulnerable. "good boy" ony got up to grab a bottle of lube before rubbing it all over his dick, applying some to connies tight hole as well for safe measures. he watched his face closely as he sunk into him inch by inch. light brown hands gripping onto his shoulders as connie moaned from the stretch. "shhittt...fuck fuck fuck." ony started at a slow pace, stroking him deeply while leaving small kisses on the tears that fell from his eyes.
"i know bae. i hear you, but you been bad, remember?" "w-wait da lemme...auughh shi-i-ittt." his pace quickened and before connie knew it he was being pounded into the mattress. all eight inches of ony's dick being shoved in and out of his tight hole. he wrapped his hand around connies neck, other hand wrapping around his dick before jerking him quickly as he fed him hard strokes. "when i tell you t'do sum...move your fuckin hand...you gon listen. aint that right handsome?" connies wrists were now trapped by ony's big hand, arms bound over his head as he continued to take the vigorous strokes from his boyfriend.
"y-YES...i’ll listen daddy furreal." connie’s hips bucked into ony’s hand as he squeezed his dick tighter, continuing to stroke his aching red tip. connie was on the brink of his orgasm, lip tucked behind his teeth as he threw his head back in the sheets. ony felt him twitching in his hand, light sheen of sweat making his light brown chest glisten. as soon as he felt connie getting too close he let him go, pulling out as he whined for him not to stop. "wait m'right ther-" "ion care connie. turn over and put your ass up." he quickly turned around, laying his palms flat on the sheets without complaint in hopes that he'd be rewarded with at least one orgasm.
ony wasted no time thrusting back into him fully, dark brown hand shoving his inked back down as connies arms bent next to his head. "y'know how i like it baby. keep that ass in the air for me while daddy makes you feel good." his brutal pounding made tears fall from connies pretty brown eyes, wetting the sheets directly below his face along with his spit. ony kept his hand on the back of connie's pretty inked neck, pushing his face deeper into to cushion as he spoke lowly from behind him. "ion like punishing you handsome. supposed t'be my good boy so ion have t'be mean."
connies words were muffled before ony pulled him up by his neck, wrapping his hand around the front of his throat as he pulled his lover back towards his chest. "m-m'sorry daddy. ima listen t'you furreal..shit..ima d-do whatever you say" a smirk crept onto his lips at his boyfriends words, other hand sliding to the front of his body and caressing his stomach before jerking his pretty dick quickly. "anything i want?" connie nodded his head instantly as he moaned from the added pleasure. ony's pace quickened, hips slamming so hard that the loud, wet slaps could be heard from all over the house.
ony felt his orgasm approaching so he slowed his thrusts. idea popping up in his head to really teach connie his lesson. "stroke yourself pretty boy. want you t'do it real slow until daddy says you can speed up, understand." he was giving him another chance at following orders and connie hated it. but instead of defying him and getting fucked up even more, he slide ony's hand off his dick before replacing it. stroking himself slowly as his boyfriend matched his pace inside of him.
long dick kissing the deepest parts of him as hot wet tears flowed down his cheeks. "uhh huh. nice and slow" ony watched connie over his shoulder as he stroked himself at a steady pace. singing praises to connie as he obeyed the command he struggled to comply with last time. "such a good boy f'me. just a little longer and ill let you cum baby." his dark brown hand grabbed the bottom of connies face, turning him towards him before giving him a sloppy kiss. spit dribbling down the sides of both of their mouths, leaving connie breathless as he continued his slow pace with his hand. "open up handsome"
pink lips instantly parting as ony's spit slid from his tongue to connie's. "and swallow allat shit." on instinct the spit disappeared down his throat before he opened his mouth to show him that it was truly gone. "mhm good boy. you wanna cum?" moans and begs flew from connies mouth in an instant, the need for release clouding his brain as he fucked himself back on ony's dick slowly. "p-please" ony's hand replaced connies smaller one. quickly stroking him as began snapping his hips into his ass with vigor.
"gon head pretty boy. make a mess f'me" light brown eyes rolled to the back of his skull as connie's hot ropes of cum shot all over the sheets. “ooouuu fuckkk.” the last of it eventually slidding down his shaft and all over ony's hand before he felt his lover pull out of him. jerking himself as he came all over his back. "next time i tell you to do sum you better listen. or youll be right back here, understand me?"
"o-okay pa i hear you."
ony ran connie a hot bath. changing the sheets and making him some tea before having his lover come out and get dressed. "drink this and rest for the night" night? a gasp escaped from connies lips as he noticed that it was already dark outside. "y'hear me?" ony's voice snapped him out of his thoughts before he replied. "huh? yea ill rest pa."
~the next morning~
connie woke up noticing ony wasn't in bed with him. he made his way downstairs to be met with a beautiful sight before him. shirtless chest on full display as his lover drank orange juice straight from the bottle. "man that is so trifling" connie chuckled as his boyfriend jumped in surprise. moving the bottle from his lips before giving him a smirk. "i be spitting in your mouth no problem and you worried about my mouth being on the bottle?"
a blush crept on connies face, shifting his gaze in embarrassment. "that's different" "yea its worse." ony cut him off before walking past him to reclaim his seat in the living room. "suge on her way home right now to grab some shit. she gon stay over there for another night." connie nodded his head as he slowly sat down next to his boyfriend, wincing as he felt the cushion touch his ass. "fuck" ony chuckled before scooting over closer to his pouting boyfriend. "come" he patted his lap for connie to lay his head over.
connie quickly took the invitation, lying his head on his lover's lap and putting his feet on the couch to ease the pressure on his sore lower half. "good morninggggg!!" you squealed as you busted through the door, giving connie a quizzical look before smirking to yourself. "oh he fucked your shit upppp" you giggled as connie rolled his eyes at your teasing. "yea and you next if you don't shut that shit up. leave my big baby alone" you smiled lovingly at the two of them, choosing not to piss ony off before you end up like your other boyfriend. ass hurting and body worn the hell out. you grabbed what you needed before heading out the door. "love y'all! ill be home tomorrowww!!!" with that you closed the door, leaving the two of them alone again.
ony turned on the tv, putting on connie's favorite show as he played with his short hair. "if it still hurts later i can kiss it better for you pretty boy. y'know im real good wit my tongue" connies eyes widened at his boyfriends lewd words, making his stomach tingle at the thought. ony didn't even look away from the tv as he shamelessly spoke to him. he was so nasty. "maybe" connie mumbled, his lover finally looked down at him, dark brown eyes meeting his lighter ones befofe giving him a smile. "i love you" "love you more pa"
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Steve Harrington morning sex 🤔🥵 PLEASE
18+
Sunday mornings were slow and sun filled. Soft with early morning light, summer barely starting, the light that snuck in through the gap in the curtains apricot coloured, pink clouds in the sky making everything hazy.
Sunday mornings were kisses on the back of your neck, sheets tangled around your legs, Steve’s chest to your spine. Bare skin, sleep warmed, hair mussed, the boy’s stubble scratching nice along your shoulders.
You hummed, cheek tilting into the pillow to let him at your neck, to kiss and nip and nose along your jaw, an open mouth press to your pulse point until he felt it kick up under his lips. You didn’t talk, you didn’t need to. Neither did Steve, but he wrapped his arm around you pulled you closer, big hand spanning over the soft of your stomach until you lifted one leg over his and let him cup your cunt.
You were already slick, wetness still there from the night before, his kisses and the hard length of his cock helping things move along quicker than you’d like to admit. Four years you’d woken up like this and every morning felt like the first. Steve nosed at your cheek, pressing flush against you as you heard him sigh, fingers swiping through your folds so he could push barely there circles into your clit. You whined, felt him smile, tilted your ass back into his hips and silently begged for more.
But Sunday mornings were for teasing. Slow sex, long build ups, toothpaste kisses and breakfast in bed afterwards. So Steve tutted, took his hand away from where you wanted him most only to hitch your leg higher over his own. He kept you spread open like that and got back to work, cooing when your head lolled to the side and you buried your face and moaned into your pillow. Your sounds only got louder when he curled tro fingers inside of you, whispering filth about how warm and wet you were, how tight you were, how he was gonna fill you up and fuck you nice and slow.
You were almost at begging point when he finally gave in and slipped his cock inside of you, hissing at the clutch you had around him, one hand under your thigh as he fucked you from behind, both of you still laying side by side. The other found yours and he pinned it to the mattress above your head, hooked his chin over your shoulder and kissed your cheek, talking soft and dirty still, a constant babble that made your head spin.
“Look at you,” Steve whispered and he sounded reverent, he sounded wrecked. “So fuckin’ pretty, you gonna touch yourself for me? Yeah? C’mon, honey, play with that pretty clit, bet she’s lonely, lemme watch you.”
So you did as you were told and dropped your hand to the space between your thighs, gasping at how soaked you were, needy fingers fumbling over the slick skin until you got the rhythm you wanted. And when you sped up a little, tiny circles growing messier and faster, Steve matched your pace.
“That’s it,” he groaned into your ear, pulling back only to slam into you again and again, the sound of skin slapping together just masking your cries. “Fuck, baby, that’s so hot, you gonna come? I know you’re close, can feel you - fuck - squeezin’ me.”
You came hard, gasping, chest heaving, clawing at the boy where you could, your hand reaching back to grab at his hair and Steve followed suit, sucking a bruise into your neck as he came, muffling his groans. And when you both finally caught your breath, you huffed out a laugh, grinning when Steve pulled you into him, kissing where he could across your cheeks and chin.
“Good morning to you too,” you managed between kisses and the boy could only hum back, a pleased noise that you swallowed up and kept for yourself.
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killykstudio · 8 months
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Melancholia
Miguel O'Hara x Cheated on!Reader
Part 1; Part 2; Part 3; Part 4; Part 5; Part 6;
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Warnings: 18+, no minors, heavy smut, fingering , spanking , dom! Miguel, dirty talking, mention of mental illness, self loathing.
Summary: after taking care of you, Miguel decides that you deserve a punishment due to your behaviour.
Author's note: since there are a lot of Spanish sentences in this part I've put the translation near to them, so enjoy!
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"uno" Spank!
"dos" Spank!
"T-tres" Spank!
"cua-a-tro" Spank!
"c-cHinCO" Spank!
"chinco"(it's "chinco" (five))
Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!
"m-miguel!" You moaned.
"Empecemos... De nuevo" (let's try it again). His voice was suave, sultry and deep. You whimper.
"u-uno" Spank!
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You forgot for how long he has been torturing your delicate buns. You were still wearing his short , but their legs were pulled up enough to show your skin.He made you count all the slaps he gave you in Spanish. After all you were the one to ask him to teach you the language.Every time you inevitably got the numbers pronunciation wrong ,he would start all over again. at every hit ,you rewarded him with a moan from your plumb lips, that he has bitten to the point of draining blood. His name slips from your mouth like a prayer, but with difficulty , since he has put two fingers in your mouth. You were already a mess , drooling all over the sheets and feeling your slit becoming more and more wet at every slap.
"c-cin-quen-t-ta"(fifty) Spank!
"Bien..." His finger leaves your mouth with pop. A string of saliva still connects them to your mouth. He leans back, takes off his shirt, takes both of your wrists and ties them together. Then he props your ass higher and takes off his shorts from you.
"tan mojada... Solo por esto, muñeca? (So wet... Only from this, babydoll?)
You whine at the cold air on your slit. He takes with his huge hands your peach cheeks, opening them further , a string of cum leaving your cunt.
"esto coño es solo por para mí ¿Tengo razón? (this cunt is only for me , am I right?)
"what are y-" Spank!
You gasp by the sudden sting. Your cunt clenching at nothing.
"solo español" (only Spanish) his severe voice sending shivers to your spine
"s-í" you cry out
"bueña muñeca... Mereces una recompensa" ( good "girl"... You deserve a prize)
Immediately your cunt was filled by two thick fingers.
"ah! Miguel!"
He starts pounding into you with such a fierce speed, touching all your weak spots. Your mind starts going dumb. He doesn't seem to slow down. You present him with your cutest sounds.
"Miguel!....Fuck!" Spank!
Meanwhile destroying your body with waves of pleasure he takes his shorts stained by your juice and puts them in your mouth to ease your moans.
You are drooling all over the sheets. You nails digging so hard in your palm. You can feel it , your climax approaching. It feels divin-
"que maravilla"(wonderful).your eyes widen, your cunt clenching at nothing and your body squirming in search for him. He just pulled out his finger from you , leaving you desperate for your release.
He takes of his shorts from your mouth.
"Repite después de mí" ( repeat after me)
"Mi amor" (my love)
"M-Miguel pleas- Spank!
"Se honesta, ¿lo haces a propósito? Te gusta ser azotada por mí" ( be honest, you do it on purpose? You like being spanked by me)
"repite,mi amor" ( repeat, love)
"Mmi a-amor"
"Buena" (good girl)
He flips you over your back and leans down over your slit , just his breath almost making you cum.
"te amo" ( I love you) he rolls his tongue on your clit. The feeling makes your eye roll in your back
Slap!
You gasp in pleasure and arc your back . This time he gave you a less hard slap on your slit.
"te- te amo"
He does a long lick from your hole to your pulsing clit, then he sucks on it and release it with a pop ,only to continue doing cats licks on it.
"quiero que estemos juntos..."(I want us to stay together)As he saying it you feel his breath and his tongue playing on your nerves
"q-quieRo q-u-e estEmos jUntos" at this point you are a babbling mess.
"para siempre" (for ever)
"pa-pa-para siiemp-Ah!
Three fingers slip inside your folds, the sudden stretch making you see the stars.
"deja ese pendejo y quedate conmigo te tratare como te mereces..." (Leave that bastard and stay with me ,so I can treat you the way you deserve)
His speed increases more and more with you becoming more and more near your release
"Miguel! I'm cu- "Slap!
"FUCK!" slap!
Your vision is becoming more blurred, your nerves are on fire , your body it's starting to shake-
"Acaba para mi , muñeca" (cum for me , babydoll)
you raise your head and you meet his gaze...
"Fuck!" You cum just by his expression: full of lust , red eyes , his mouth and chin dirty by your juices, his curls in disorder. Fuck he looked so pussy drunk.
He carries you through your release, sucking your sensible bud and getting his finger out to plant his hand on your bladder. This makes your flames turn into an explosion of white pleasure. You scream his name again again
"Miguel! Miguel! Migue-
"¿Sí?"
Morning light hits your eyes , making you find cover under the sheets.
As your sleepiness was leaving your body and your brain started igniting your nerves back, you realised.
It was just a wet dream!?
"everything okay y/n?" You hear Miguel's voice from another room.
What the fuck? Why did I dream something like that... I mean...no,please... I can't be this stupid... Did I fall in love with him?! Just from an act of mercy?!Oh, God! I'm completely crazy! completely gone ! Also a maniac. He would think I'm repulsive if he knew. Poor Miguel being stuck with someone like me, he would be ashamed to have someone like me to like him. I feel so sorry for him, I mean...Wait...when did I fall asleep?... everything he said meanwhile he brought me to his bed...Him teach me how to say muNeCa...was... Me dreaming or...
Fuck! You feel... sticky down there... so you bring two fingers on your covered slit and touch it to check
You are soaking wet
"¿Muñeca?"
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Author's notes: Yikes!! It was so difficult to write smut , but here we are! I think it was time for something spicy after all the drama even though it's just a dream. Anyway part 5 has been released, so go catch it! And thank you for reading!
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zvaigzdelasas · 4 months
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[YNetNews is Israeli Private Media]
According to the IDF’s report, 13 soldiers were killed by friendly fire after being mistaken for enemy combatants, one from a stray bullet and another six in various accidents, such as being run over by armored vehicles.
At least one was killed by an Israeli airstrike when an attack helicopter fired on a building where soldiers were located last week.
The IDF doesn’t publish the full information on this incident due to various investigations still being examined in the IDF. In total, 105 soldiers have fallen in the ground operation so far. The army estimates that several hundred additional soldiers were wounded by friendly fire or operational accidents in enemy territory.
Damn they really do suck at this by their own admission [12 Dec 23]
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Naughty Student
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Summary: Y/n is failing prof. Romanoff's class and she would do anything to change her grade but when Natasha Romanoff asks for sex in exchange for a good grade y/n has a choice to make (readers age: 18 y/o)
Pairing: natasha x fem!reader
Genre: smut
Warnings: age gap (14 years), drinking, underage drinking, teacher x student kink, fingering, slapping, biting, pushing (if there's anything I missed feel free to tell me) A/N: hii this is thr first fanfic I have ever written so it might not be that good but any critisism is appreciated.
Word count: 2.5k
Proffessor Romanoff was strict and she valued morals and honesty, so i knew that no amount i sucking up to her would change my failing grade. I was rushing over to her classroom thinking that I was late only to find myself checking the time on my phone before class and realising that I was in fact 10 minutes early. Walking into the classroom I saw the proffessor sitting on her desk holding some papers in her hands and typing something on her computer. She raised her head to check who came in the classroom and seeing it was ne she ironically said:
"Didn't expect you here at this time of the day"
Ok, I deserved that. I am always late to my classes. I tried to smile off her comment when she looked at me very seriously and said, "I actually needed to talk to you about your grade."
I was afraid this would happen sooner or later. I walked up to her, and she gestured that I sit down in one of the chairs in front of her. As I was doing just that, Ms. Romanoff glanced over at the rest of the room to ensure that we were alone. Then she started talking.
"I am concerned about your grades. Mostly your grade in my class but I have also noticed that even last year you were on the verge of failing. I have already seen most of this year's grades, and I don't want my class to be the reason you have to repeat the whole year. But as I hope you can understand, I also can't ignore your lack of attention during my lessons, your poor performance, your attendance marks, or the fact that you are constantly late to this class.".
I just looked at her and sighed. I didn't know how to respond. I've had this kind of conversation with professors before, but something about this one seemed different.
"Now I know that the school year's almost over, but you can still try your best. We have one more test coming up. I'll officially announce it to the rest of the class next week, but I thought giving you some extra time to prepare might help you out." she continued.
"If I get a good grade, will I pass the class?" 
"That's hard to say y/n. But even if you pass my class, I don't think you have many chances of not having to repeat the whole year."
Good my only chance to get a better grade is a test. I hate tests. I'm horrible at them.
"And there's no other way I could increase my grade?"
Proffessor Romanoff gave me an "are you serious right now?" kind of look, so I just looked away.
"Thanks" I muttered. 
I got up and started walking away from her desk. As I was walking, I heard her sigh and she said "Unless..."
I turned around to face her, and when I looked at her I saw a quick wave of guilt washing over her eyes and she disappointedly continued "but no.. you wouldn't want to do that. Plus it's not right."
"No but I would! Just tell me what it is you want me to do! I'd do anything to not fail."
She looked across the room for a second time to see if any other students had come in and once she made sure that we were alone, she told me to come closer to her. I did just that, being completely unprepared for what was about to happen.
Look, y/n I have been having some trouble lately... like sexually and I just-" 
The sound of the door opening interrupted her. I turned my head to look and I saw a couple of students getting in the classroom. She looked at me and said quietly "so meet me at my office after the class?"
I nodded and went to my desk. 
A bit after that the lesson begun. 
".. I have been having some trouble lately.... like sexually....." I couldn't stop thinking about it. Why would she say this to me? What did she want? Advice? I wouldn't even be the right person to ask for that. I've only been with one person before and she was...well... a psycopath. I just kept thinking about it. The guilt in her eyes before she started talking, her fear that someone night be in the room and hear us talk....wait could this be one of these "a student got with a teacher" kind of things? I mean what if she wanted sex in exchange of a good grade? No Ms. Romanoff would never do that. She values morals above everything else, she's said it herself a lot of times. During the lesson I kept thinking about it. I couldn't focus and I was kind of nervous about meering the proffesor after the class. As the lesson finished I pretended to be looking for something on the ground until most of the students left. I but my notebook and my textbooks in my backpack and once I saw Ms. Romanoff doing the same I slowly got out of my seat and I walked towars the exit. She walked up to me and said loudly " y/n follow me to my office please, we need to discuss your grades." I did as she said and as we entered her office she locked the door behind us. "So as I was saying there is something that you can do in order to change your grade. But before I tell tou what it is I have to know whether I can trust you."she paused and looked at me I reassured her that whatever conversation we had would stay between us and so she continued " I was thinking maybe you could help me out... sexually?" I looked at her in complete disbelief. "I- I don't know" "that's fine honey maybe we can just go out for dinner and a couple of drinks and, you know, let things take their natutal course..."
Ok I know I have said that I would do anything to get my grade higher but this? I mean a lot could go wrong. She looked at me and said "You can go now y/n" You can get back to me on this offer later today or tommorrow before class. Here's my number." She gave me a piece of paper with her number on it. I just said "I'll think about it" "good." She smiled and started moving towards the door she unlocked and I got out of my seat. I was almost next to her she closed the door grabbed my by my waste and pushed her lips against mine. I pulled back and she immediately stopped. "Sorry" she said looking embarrassed "what was that?" I didn't actually expect an answer, so I was surprised when she replied with "just a sapmle of my abilities."
There's no way I'd have sex with proffessor Romanoff. I'd just go up to ger tommorrow and say that I tought about it and decided not to take her up on the offer. But while thinking about it I realised that I really needed that grade to go up I have already failed almost half of my classes and I'm not doing so well in the rest of them so this is actually the only way I can maybe manage to pass. And although I pulled away that kiss wasn't bad at all. Natasha's soft lips rubbing against mine, her hands grabbing my waist, the way her hair felt on my neck and her boobs pressing against my chest... Maybe this wouldn't be such a bad idea after all. Maybe just going out for dinner like she suggested and trying things out would be good for me. I would step out of my comfort zone for once, do something new. In the end I let me intrusive thoughs win. I grabbed my phone and added a new contact: Natasha Romanoff. 
Natasha's pov:
I was sitting on my balcony finishing my second glass of whine when I got a notification:
(Unknown): Heyyy I was thinking about you. That kiss today wasn't that bad ;) 
She changed the name of the contact to: y/n
Natasha: oh really? 
I smiled at my phone. I poured myself another glass of wine while I was waiting for an answer.
Y/n: yeah you are a really good kisser...
Y/n maybe we should do it again sometime
I looked at the time it was only 5.30 pm
Natasha: well how about we go out tonight? 
Quite some time passed before I recieved an answer and I got a bit annoyed thinking that I'd get rejected so I just grabbed the wine bottle and started drinking until my phone buzzed again
Y/n: What time should we meet?
Natasha: text me your address. I'll pick you up at 7.00
I finished my drink and checked the address I had been sent. It wasn't that far away so I had time to get ready. I decided on wearing my short black dress which has never failed me and style my hair in some lose waves. I got in my car and it only took me 5 minutes to get to y/n's house. 
Natasha: I'm here
Y/n's pov:
I got out of my house and got into Ms. Romanoff's car. The car was black with leather seats. "So were are we going?" I actually had no idea where she was taking me. She could be kidnapping me for all I know. "Let me surprise you, won't you?" That didnt make me feel more at ease. "You look beautiful" she told me. "Thanks. You too" I wasn't sure but I thought I could smell a hint of alcohol in her breath. After a while she parked in the parking of what looked to be a very expensive restaurant " I don't think I can afford this place" I noticed "Don't worry about the money doll. Tonight's on me" I let out a sigh and she just smiled. She gestured that I stayed in the car and I did just that. After she got out of the car she walked up to the side where I was seated and held open the door for me. "Mm what a gentleman!" I said. She just let out a laugh. The date went great, turns out that even though we had a 14 year age difference it didn't affect us as much as I originally thought it would.
"Do you want something to drink?" She asked me after we finished eating. "Well.. this place only has alcoholic drinks and I'm still to young for that" "So you are telling me that you have never drank alcohol before?" I nodded. She gesured to waited and when he came she told him to take away our dirty plates and her wine glass and bring us two glasses of their most expensive champagne. "So what do you think of it?" She asked after I started drinking my glass of champagne "well it's interesting. It has kind of compicated flavour." It was kind of sweet and it had a fruit-like undertaste. "So you like it then?" "Yeah" after we got in the car she asked the question: "so..do you want to come over to my place?" I paused for a moment. I could feel her looking at me, waiting for my answer. "Sure that would be nice".
Natasha's pov: As I was driving back to my place I realised I was getting kind of tipsy. We made it to my house after a while and Started getting out of the car. Y/n also got out of the car but she seemed a bit different. "Are you ok?" I asked her "yeah I'm just a tired and I think the alcohol is getting to me" " You want me to drive you home?" " No, no it's not bad it just feels different." I smiled. "You'll get used to it". We were already in the elevator by the time I said that. The response that I got was: "how? Are you planning on giving me more alcohol over the course of this relationship" I leant closer to her and wishpered "yes I am". The elevator bell rang and I showed her to my apartment. Once we went to my bedroom I tackled her so she fell on my bed. She just looked at me and said "oh so you are into that kind of stuff?" "Yeah but I'll go easy on you" I took of my dress. Y/n pulled her mini skirt up her hips and took her underwear off as she opened ger legs. I took of my dress and before I could respond she grabbed my hand and pulled me so I would fall on her lap. "Someone's been a naughty student" I said. " and what are you going to do about it?" I leaned in and bit her neck she let out a little cry before she started kissing me, with her teeth bitting on my bottom lip. I pushed her so she'd fall on the bed and with one hand I sarted rubbing her clit while with the other i was squeezing her boob. She moaned and slapped my ass. "That's not what teachers do with their students..." I pushed my hand deep into her vagina and she screamed. "You have been a bad student and this is you punishment" I squeezed her left boob with all my strength. She let out a small scream and then rolled my over pining me down to the bed as she bit me on my neck. She continued biting further down my body, reaching my boobs. She started sucking on one of my nipples as I moaned. I waited for a while and then told her " go further down!" She looked at me and said with a smile "what if I refused?" I slapped her. "Go further down!" I yelled. Looking at me she started licking the rest of my body. She finally started licking my clit and soon enough she pushed her tongue inside of me. I let out a loud moan and an orgasm took over my body. "You shouldn't having this much fun with your students" she said after she took her tongue out of me. She grabbed me by my waist and turned me over so I was lying on my stomach. She slapped my ass harder than I thought she could. I got up quickly, practically throwing her off the bed. I grabbed her by the hair and ordered "open your mouth!" She shook her head. "I said open it now!" She just smiled. I pulled on her hair harder and she obeyed. I spit on my fingers and pushed them inside her mouth. She started licking me ang I pushed my fingers deeper in her mouth. She tried to scream and i just said " this is what you get for sleeping with your teacher." After I removed my fingers from her mouth she just sat there. Looking at me. " Are you ok?" I asked. "Yeah" she said and she lied down on the floor. I sat next to her and asked "did I go too hard on you?" "No, it was perfect"
A/N: should I make this into a series? I kinda want to make it into a series
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I was wondering if you could do a joyce byers x daughter reader or daughter figure where the reader has a bad panic attack and joyce consoles/comforts them? I'm asking all around for this fic. I have really bad panic attacks so i'd like to think of joyce as a comfort.
i don’t typically write for joyce (only in my ST series) but she is such a good mom. i too would like to be comforted by her. takes place pre-season 1. joyce still has her job at melvards or whatever it’s called. also i get bad panic attacks at times it sucks.
joyce byers x fem!reader (platonic) (cw: cursing, slut shaming, harassment, panic attack. also tommy hagen in its self. why i chose to include him, probably cause it was the ‘easiest’ way to produce a PA at least for me.)
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stupid tommy hagen and his annoying ass face. egging your car, spilling his lunch on you, call you not true names. you’ve had enough of his taunts.
“oh, if it isn’t the walking tramp of the (l/n) house. hey, how much for an hour? heard you were quite pricey.” his obnoxious laugh filled the square. it was only you and him walking down the street, how lovely.
“fuck off, hagen.” not bothering to look his way. gripping your purse strap in a vice.
he scoffed, “oh, i’m actually asking you to fuck me. heard from some of the basketball team your pretty good at the dirty dance. holy praises.” you could hear his feet dragging on the pavement.
you glared over your shoulder at him, flared nostrils and scrunched brows. “don’t you have a girlfriend? pretty sure she’d be fine with your charity case ass.” turning back to see your place of work coming into view.
just as you passed the hardware store a bruising grip latched onto your left wrist and yanked you back, causing a stumble to your walk. tommy hagen was pressing his chest into your back, almost curling over you as his breath fanned the side of your face.
“i’d watch that slut mouth of yours. could land yourself in some real tro-“ you cut tommy off as you twisted yourself and slapped him hard across the face. chest panting with quickening breaths.
“leave me the fuck alone!” kneeing him in the crotch for good measure and dashing into melvards. fast feet carried your further into the store so you weren’t seen from the windows.
“hey hon- you okay?” joyce byers circled the register and walked towards you slowly.
you didn’t realize you were shaking until you could barely get a word out with it getting stuck in your throat. “i- i uh, tom- he har- harassed-“ frantically pushing at loose bits of hair, tugging harshly at your clothes.
“hey, hey.” joyce helped move your hands from the hem of your shirt. “slow breaths. deep, slow breaths.” then she wrapped her arms tight over your shoulders, palms pressed flat between your shoulder blades and running in soothing motions.
your hands clinched to her work vest, fingers curling into the scratchy fabric. your hiccuping breaths were making you light headed and frantic. “in and out. in and out slowly.” joyce said calmly. “you need to calm yourself hon, your heart is beating fast.”
“i- im try- trying.” squeezing your eyes shut. “i know.” a hand slid up to cradle the back of your head.
it must have been only a few minutes of joyce cooing and comforting you before you were calm enough to step away from her hold. “sorry, didn’t mean-“ “it’s fine, hon. i’m a mother, it’s natural for me to parent people.”
you wiped away a few stray tears. “wanna- wanna tell me? about what happened?” rubbing a hand over your bicep. you just shrugged, “boys and stupid rumors making my life hell.” keeping your eyes to the linoleum floor.
joyce licked her teeth, “have you gone to the sheriff? sure that would help, to have an authority figure step in.”
“worried it might make it worse somehow.” picking at your nail beds. “plus there’s no actual evidence, only word of mouth.”
joyce hummed, “well, as the adult and a parent, you should go to the police or even your principal. kids shouldn’t be do that kind of stuff to each other, it could lead to… very harmful consequences.” sounding like she was talking from experience.
“i know,” voice so small, “i’m just scared. a little of going alone to the station.”
“well, why don’t we go after work? i’m friends with sheriff hopper and he’s a teddy bear, he just likes to act like a grizzly.” talking about him with a soft kindness.
you bit into your bottom lip as you looked at her, “that- i would like that. thank you, joyce.”
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a/n: this will probably be the only joyce request/fic i write. if you request for a character that i don’t write for or haven’t mentioned, i’ll either write for them once or just not at all if i can’t find any inspiration/connection for them.
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A Private Session
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Author Note : Dr. Harrow needs more smut and I wanna start this year with it. Request is still in progress dw !
Rating : 18+ (Adults Only !)
Pairing : Dr. Harrow x F! Reader
Characters : Dr. Harrow, You (reader)
Warning : Dubcon
Available on Ao3 as well
You were pinned against the corner on your bed, whimpering and whining and Dr. Harrow thrusted two of his digits into your hole repeatedly. Palms opening and closing, struggling to let go from his grip.
“Hold still.” He whispered to your ears seducingly, letting his fingers soaked with your fluid. 
“We don’t want this time to go to waste, do we? Just stay still and enjoy the moment. “ He spoke alongside your mewl. 
Oh how unethical, how unprofessional. You were in your room, enjoying the night time. You weren’t really fond of hanging out with other patients, so you locked yourself in your nest. It was a lonely time until your doctor came, knocking on the door. You opened it up for him, wondering what happened this time. Was it about the little fight you had last afternoon ? The fact that you scold one of his trusted nurses after she accidentally spilled your water ?
The fact that he was now fingering you was the least you expected.
“Doctor..” You panted
“You want more, don’t you? Don’t be shy.” You flinched as he thrusted deeper, stretching your hole.
“This was a rare moment that I could actually visit you in your room. Don’t worry about people knowing what we have right now, nobody would suspect a thing.” He took a nip on your ear, then breathing on your neck.
You looked at his hands between your thigh, working to make you wet and slick for the hardened dick bulging inside his pants.
A ring ?
“You must be wondering to whom this ring belongs, hm?” He pulled out, showing how soaked his two digits with a piece of silver jewelry clinged on his ring finger.
“It belongs to no one. I’m a single old man ‘till this day.” He chuckled, now rubbing your clit with his thumb gently.
“But do you know that most people tend to avoid anyone with rings in terms of finding someone to love romantically? That is my trick. I don’t want anyone standing on my way to get you. I don’t want someone telling me how much they loved me when all I want is you. I stayed all by myself just for you. Can you believe it, hm?” He bit your neck, licking and sucking it hungrily.
You wanted to tell him to stop, but truly was it what your body wanted ? What if he obliged, and somehow your body only managed to feel worse.You heard that to be left hanging was one of the worst things to feel.
You just mewled with the thrust of his digits, as well his thumb rubbing your swollen red clit.
“You want more. I know it. I can always read you.” Dr. Harrow then pulled his finger away once again, unbuckling his belt and stripped his pants. There you could see his dick, veiny shaft matching his skin color with a pink tip already wet from precum. It was ready to meet the entrance of your cervix inside.
“Doctor, wait- what if they know about it? We could get into tro-”
“shush. I can assure you nobody will know.” He put his left digit on your lips, shutting you. 
He unbuttoned your night shirt, your boobs hanging free as he opened the buttons one by one. Nipples already hardened, a beautiful sight for him.
“What a pretty body.” He licked your nip a bit, then positioned himself into your entrance.
There was little to no warning, as he thrust himself into you. You screamed with forced penetration, and Dr. Harrow closed your mouth instantly.
“Don’t be so loud. We don’t need additional attention here.”
He bobbed his dick, sinking his shaft deep inside you. You swore to the gods you tried to restrain yourself from moaning loudly. He groaned with the pleasure he have from fucking you as well the sight your boobs bouncing from the movement.
“So perfect.” He said as he moved, pumping your inner walls.
You were feeling light headed from all the friction, feeling like you were going to pass out any minute. The whole experience made you forget everything else, especially how hard the cock hitting your cervix felt. His thumb slipped past your clit as he pumped harder, making your clit twitch and your pussy throb.
His thrust getting harder and harder, with his final thrust he cum onto your inner thigh. Just as you thought he was done, he inserted his finger back into your slit and pumped you hard, forcing yourself to cum as well.
“Doc, please- that’s enough !” Your breaths were shaky with him forcing his fingers inside you. The friction of his digits as well on your clit, you could only sob.
At last you came, which he stopped to prevent overstimulation. You chest huff and puff, letting him wipe his seed on your thigh. At least he was kind enough to not come inside your canal.
He put his pants on again like nothing happened, kissing your forehead and leaving the room.
“Sleep tight, my sweet heart.”
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"It sucks that superhero movies are getting bad right as they're becoming all diverse"
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Caring more about social justice than plot, characterization, or faithfulness to the source material is what's making them bad.
Think about Rey Palpatine. TFA makes her an unbeatable Jedi goddess for no reason, completely unlike Luke and Anakin.
TLJ doubles down on "subverting expectations" that there's a reasonable explanation for this and reiterates that she just IS an invincible Force titan who doesn't need to be trained at all.
Then TROS retconned THAT into her being so powerful because she's descended from Palpatine, which STILL doesn't make any sense. All because 'social justice' demanded she be a feminist icon with no flaws or struggles.
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Secret Wish Chapter 1
Secret Wish: ~1030 words. As Tifa helps Cloud down Mt. Nibel, he wishes their reunion were under different circumstances but longs to be close to her all the same.
Story Info: Cloud Strife/Tifa Lockhart. Set during Crisis Core. Canon Compliant, Alternating POVs, Missing Scenes. Light Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining.
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 
Cloud had dreamed of being close to Tifa again, but not like this. 
She’d gotten stronger in their time apart. That was clear, going by how she could drag his pathetic ass down a mountain. The cowboy tour guide outfit showed off the muscles in her arms and legs and torso, but it was how she could support his weight as they painfully inched closer and closer to Nibelheim that was the real test of her strength.
He wanted desperately to ask when that had happened. How that had happened. There were so many things he wanted to talk to her about, but the red hot shame coursing through his entire body prevented that. He couldn’t even risk crying out from the pain of his injury—what if she recognized his voice?
As always, he buried his true feelings deep inside. They made him weak. They were proof of his weakness. He’d left her with grand promises and had nothing to show for it, and now, instead of saving her, she was saving him.
Zack, on the other hand, was as upbeat as always as he protected them both, defeating another group of fiery Bombs like it was no sweat off his back. Because it wasn’t. He was SOLDIER, 1st Class, something Cloud could only dream of.
“And another group of those guys out of the way!” Zack cheerfully called, replacing the giant sword on his back like it weighed nothing. 
“Thank you,” Tifa said, her voice sounding strained. Cloud was woozy and floating in and out of consciousness from the pain, but her voice cut through his thoughts like nothing else did.
He wished she was thanking him instead. That he’d done something worth thanking. Being jealous of Zack was pointless, stupid. No, Zack was just fine the way he was. It was Cloud who was too weak. Cloud who needed to change.
“How’s he holding up?” Zack asked, mercifully avoiding saying Cloud’s name. Cloud said nothing in response. Even if he weren’t in a lot of pain that made speaking difficult, he could never come clean about who he was around Tifa.
“You okay?” she gently asked, searching his helmeted face. So caring and compassionate even though she didn’t even know who she was. 
He nodded, too afraid to speak.
“Need a break?”
He shook his head. Yeah, he probably did, but this whole thing was embarrassing enough as it was. He didn’t want to show any more weakness. He’d suck it up till they got back to Nibelheim and then he could curl up and make all the noise he wanted to.
“Keep going,” Tifa called to Zack, her breathing somewhat labored but her determination shining through. “The sooner we get back to Nibelheim,” she said, then took a few deep breaths, “the sooner we can get him help.”
“You’re pretty tough,” Zack said. Even with the general fog of pain clouding his thoughts, Cloud could tell Zack was impressed.
Well, Tifa was impressive. Smart, strong, beautiful, driven, compassionate, and caring. She was the whole package. The boys in the village had all wanted her attention growing up. Cloud still couldn’t figure out why she’d agreed to see him at the water tower that fateful night.
What does she see in me? I’m not the man she wants me to be. I can’t even protect her. Zack’s protecting the both of us.
“I’ve been training,” Tifa said in response to Zack’s remark. “And…this isn’t the first time…strange things…have been sighted…on Mt. Nibel. You really…can’t be too careful…these days.”
Cloud felt guilty for making her so winded. But Zack was the better fighter still, so this was the best they could do in Cloud’s current state.
“You can say that again,” Zack agreed. “I’ve seen stuff you wouldn’t believe. I dunno, makes it hard to know who to trust.”
Something had happened inside the reactor that was troubling Zack, Cloud was sure of it. He wanted to pick his brain later when everything didn’t hurt so damn much.
“Yeah,” Tifa said sadly.
With that they continued their trek down the craggy, creepy mountain that haunted Cloud’s thoughts and revisited him over and over again in his nightmares. It was pain, pain, more pain, and he kept slipping in and out of consciousness. One foot in front of the other till this hellish situation was over.
Tifa spoke to him only when necessary, but she was always so kind and gentle. Checking to make sure he was holding up okay, resting him against a rock when they needed breaks, offering him some water from her canteen. He about died when she unscrewed it for him and carefully held it to his lips as he drank, murmuring soft, gentle things to him. Encouraging him to rest and recover his strength so they could continue down the mountain once he was ready.
Was this like how things would be if they were together? He’d fantasized about her taking care of him like this more times than he cared to admit. He wanted to protect her and keep her safe from harm, but being doted on, being cared for when he was injured or sick…yeah, that was stuff he’d dreamed about too.
Then when she drank out of the canteen afterwards, his stupid lovesick mind pretended she was kissing him. Indirectly, sure, but this was the best he could do.
Zack was examining the two of them closely. A knowing smile spread across his face, and Cloud knew his friend had caught on to his secret. Cloud wanted to groan. He could only hope Zack would keep his mouth shut.
Thankfully, he did. Or if he didn’t, Cloud was too out of it to care. The rest of the way down the mountain was a blur. All that Cloud could really remember was Tifa’s arm around his waist and his arm around her shoulder. This wasn’t the reunion he’d wanted or expected, but…being close to Tifa again almost made up for the shameful circumstances of his return to his hometown.
Almost. Until he’d proven his worth, he couldn’t show his face to her.
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A/N: Thank you for reading! I love the part of Crisis Core where Tifa helps a wounded Cloud (wounded because he protected her!! Will never be over that honestly) down Mt. Nibel and wanted to explore that more. What Cloud might be thinking and feeling and then what Tifa thinks about the whole situation. The pining, dramatic irony of the situation, and delicious angst is just all so good...to be so close to the person you love but they have no idea it's you...and yet, what if they sensed it on some level even if their "logical" side rejects it and so they dismiss it? But that gut feeling is there and they struggle to reconcile it with what they "know" to be "true." And thus this story was born. The next chapter will be posted in a few days, hope you enjoy!
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Oh yeah the JB thing
Look Disney and Lucasfilm aren’t innocent
But jb
You’re in a sw film
During the height of pop feminism
Like yeah I was into Star Wars prior to TFA, but I thought it was known that Star Wars wasn’t the best place to show off acting skills. AD did a smart move in using SW as a spotlight to further his connections in Hollywood. Hence why he in good films
WHO DO I HAVE TO KILL TO GIVE DRIVER A OSCAR?!
Sorry for that, but people say Johnson ruined F/nn, but checking the TFA script…F/nn was fucked long before TLJ was in it early drafts
It doesn’t help the fact Disney/Abram tried to make P/e, R/y, and F/nn the diverse trio, when the Skywalker saga is a FAMILY DRAMA so writers like Johnson wanted to dive into that.
Though most of Hollywood is in California and New York. And given how the left see family dynamics to the point that Shinji Ikari looks fucking sane….
JB, you should have used the spotlight so F/nn wouldn’t been your only big role.
Honestly I always thought he is deluding himself or basically lying to other people to suck up to Abrams to get more jobs. See when JB and DR were signed in Bad Robots for SW, DR wasn't only signed for SW....she was signed in for 3 different movies too!( Its not mentioned in wiki anymore) . . NONE of them panned out so far, most of them went kaput for some reason( ahem!) but back in 2016....Jb had no way of knowing that.
So his face gets erased from CN posters of TFA, the staff does barely anything for racism he faced post TFA. Everything he said he suffered he mostly suffered during the 2015-17 era...NOT at TLJ one when he was working under Rian
However, he chose not to put blame where blame is due and instead chose to smear Johnson instead and act like JJ NEVER did anything wrong. To this day he vague blames Disney and Johnson and NEVER on JJ, the guy under whose hardcore smoking gun evidence of racism can be filed.
Then on top of that, if that was not enough, he made a crass comment about Ridley 's character on insta and when a fan who happened to be rylo said that is wrong, he hopped on twt and named her and many other women who were on rylo fandom as "racist" trolls attacking him in a "funny" video where he is "fighting them off" . Also baited them with Rylo stills from TROS making fun of the ship. Which shows a frightening of an understanding he has on what goes on the fandom and how to exploit that when he wants to.
Its clear he is gunning for movie deals from the more "better established" director and also wants to manipulate fans into acting like he was duped and bamboozled and discriminated by dastardly Johnson. That way he can garner sympathy from everyone in fandom and also pin all the wrath of people who are mad about the racism away from the actual culprit. Anyone who was there for the mess what he was playing at. I think he is not at all THAT deluded...just feels entitled.
You bet Nonny, he is cursing himself everyday that just after he blew his bridge with Johnson he released KO, established his own Production company and achieved Oscar nomination, something Abrams can say he did on his own merit LMAO
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Who's the best cook?
Kanaya: Why I Am Kanaya: Not To Brag But The Obvious Must Simply Be Stated Kanaya: Right Rose?
Rose: ...
Kanaya: Darling?
Karkat: YOUR MATESPRIT IS TRYING TO AVOID TELLING YOU YOUR FOOD FUCKING SUCKS Karkat: IT RUNS THE GAMUT BETWEEN BLAND AND FULL OF SO MANY SEASONINGS MY TASTE MUSCLE CAN'T FIGURE OUT WHAT THE FUCK I JUST PUT IN MY GRUB HOLE
Kanaya: What Kanaya: Dont Be Ridiculous Kanaya: You All Love My Cooking! Kanaya: I Was The Primary Chef Throughout Our Session
Karkat: BUT NOT ON THE METEOR RIGHT DAVE
Dave: dude don't drag me into this
Porrim: If I may interject
Kanaya: Please Do
Porrim: While I can't claim to+ have been primarily in charge o+f co+o+king at any po+int in o+ur sessio+n, it had been po+litely revealed to+ me by o+ur very o+wn Vantas that the bit I did do+ and attempt to+ serve to+ o+thers was no+t... Porrim: Up to+ par, shall we say
Kankri: TW: murder, suicide, caste systems, poison, food, criticism I h9nestly th9ught y9u had finally let y9ur misdirected anger at y9ur assigned caste r9le get the best 9f y9u and were trying t9 p9is9n us in a s9rt 9f murder/suicide ritual
Karkat: WOW Karkat: AT LEAST I KNOW IF KANAYA IS TRYING TO KILL US SHE WILL JUST DO IT WITH HER LIPSTICK CHAINSAW
Porrim: ... Porrim: Upo+n further research, it seems o+ur emergence as rainbo+w drinkers affected o+ur tastebuds. Any fo+o+d we co+o+k is virtually inedible to+ any no+rmal tro+ll, o+r, presumably, human
Latula: 3xc3pt for m3!!!
Porrim: Except fo+r dear Latula
Latula: b3c4us3 1 c4n't sm3ll!!!!
Porrim: Because she can't smell
Kanaya: I... See... Kanaya: Well I Wish I Would Have Been Informed Sooner As I Feel It May Have Saved Me Some Amount Of Embarrassment Kanaya: But The Question Still Stands Kanaya: Who Is The Best Cook?
Karkat: JADE
Dave: Jade
Rose: ... Rose: Jade
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pedro-pascal · 1 year
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I think part of the reason People think rian Johnsons star wars sucked while loving his other work is the fact that he greatly relies on subverting expectations, which in standalone movies can be really great but when you do it in a franchise that has been greatly loved for decades you end up with half the fandom hating it. One can also make the argument that the last jedi ruined the sequel trilogy, tfa even if it wasnt a great movie was a good start. tlj threw it of its hinges and made a divide in the fandom of those Who loved it and those Who hate. They could have salvaged some of it by sticking to one of the sides but instead they wanted to please both sides forever ruining it and riqn Johnsons was the catalyst for that.
you're very right actually. what he did to KO/GO or even Jumper was surprising his audience. and it def works for original movies because he had total control from A to Z.
however, by killing snoke in TLJ, he completely ruined the rest of the trilogy because i think he forgot that those movies were supposed to be a trilogy. literally i still cannot believe he killed the big ass villain in the middle of his movie wtf was he thinking? i know people despise TROS (and i agree, some parts are just WTF) but i can never blame JJ for it because this movie was the direct consequence of RJ's TLJ. like most of the stuff in this movie is happening because snoke died. because RJ's mistreated Finn so badly and became thee comic relief that the audience wanted to make fun of etc. THE luke skywalker dying in TLJ was a crime jfc i can go on and on and on about how i do not like this movie 😩
TFA is honestly one of my faves lmao don't judge me. i think it was a typical star wars movie and they introduced characters which could have been great. i miss this feeling where we thought everything was going to be fine and we only had TFA and Rogue One
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raisedbythetv89 · 2 months
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The Star Wars sequels are such a beautiful message for the people who are healing generational trauma and righting wrongs they never committed in the first place to break cycles our ancestors were stuck in their entire lives.
Healing wounds that aren’t yours fucking SUCKS. Fixing things you didn’t break fucking SUCKS. It’s so unfair and exhausting and confusing until you figure out inherited wounds and trauma is what you’re dealing with not just what has happened to you in this lifetime.
I love that they made Rey a Palpatine. It makes for an incredibly powerful message of healing and overcoming your childhood and your family and defining your own destiny no matter where you came from - it is SUCH a hopeful and empowering message that such a literal ray of sunshine could come from such evil!! People with abusive parents NEED to see that kind of story where you become NOTHING like your family and can literally say fuck you and everything you’ve ever stood for AND your family name I want nothing to do with it! 🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻 the original trilogy sort of dealt with these themes as well but the ending are completely different. Anakin finally sees the error of his ways and comes through for at least one of his kids. Rey literally DESTROYS her grandfather’s clone by reflecting back on him what he dishes out and changes her last name. She’s for the people who had to give up hope of ever reconciling or finally being heard by their parents or the people who harmed them and just moving on and building their own life instead.
Anakin failed to protect and save his love as a result of Palpatine’s manipulation and fell to darkness, betraying everything Padme fought for and believed in.
Rey, instead of manipulating a Skywalker to darkness for her own power hungry selfish ends like her grandfather, inspires Ben to come back to the light. And where Palpatine “saves” Anakin by turning him into even more of a monster after his battle with Obi-wan, Rey literally heals Ben not just of the stab wound she had just inflicted but ALL of his scars as well making him whole again by sharing her life force in an outpouring of love and saying I didn’t want power, I didn’t want to rule, I just wanted YOU, Ben Solo - “I did want to take your hand, Ben’s hand” not only breaking the cycle Palpatine’s and Skywalkers have been trapped in but literally fixing what her grandfather broke.
And Ben DOES save his love from dying and not only that, where Anakin’s thirst for power was his downfall because he falsely believed more and more power was how you become invincible, Ben literally gave Rey EVERYTHING he had😭. HE SAID GOODBYE TO HER WITH THAT HUG BEFORE HEALING HER BECAUSE HE WASNT SURE HE WOULD SURVIVE LONG ENOUGH TO SEE IF HIS EFFORTS WORKED. Literally the polar opposite of Anakin - being willing to give up EVERYTHING just for a CHANCE that Rey could live even if he wouldn’t be alive to be with her.
Everyone being all pissed at the “somehow palpatine returned” line need to get some fucking perspective. Their ENTIRE PLAN was to make TROS centered around Leia!! Finishing her story like they did for Harrison and Mark, and Carrie fucking DIED. I still feel the grief of that loss literally anytime I think about it!!! And I never even met her!!! You have this crew of people grieving this powerhouse of a woman and wanting to honor her by giving Leia’s story a worthy conclusion working with like SEVEN LINES they didn’t use from a previous movie. They had to build an entire trilogy finale that worked around a few lines of dialogue. Any idiot with half a brain can figure out Leia’s line of “always in the shadows from the very beginning” was what prompted the return of Palpatine because literally how else do you make that line usable?? Also they clearly needed a new villain because they wanted Leia’s death to be about saving her son just like Anakin’s was so Kylo Ren couldn’t be the big bad anymore - Palpatine as the villain is literally the only thing that makes sense for the movie projects (and even before I knew all of the behind the scenes of why and how they made the choices they made I loved all three movies I truly think everyone is way too fucking critical of our campy space opera’s and gets all worked up with their own theories and when they don’t be what they were expecting they have a meltdown combined with their internalized misogyny making them hypercritical because the story centers around a girl and people subconsciously hold women to unrealistically high standards)
So not only do Rey and Ben fix the mistakes of their grandfathers but they break the Palpatine/Skywalker abuse cycle that has wreaked havoc on the galaxy for decades. Making the movie about so much more than just another conflict between the rebellion and the first order. It’s an incredibly important story to me. Is it perfectly flawless? No. But literally nothing in life is so maybe just try and enjoy what you can and if you can’t enjoy it yourself leave the people who can ALONE.
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clatterbane · 9 months
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10 Songs On Repeat
Tagged by @fivekoboldsinacoat. Put the Spotify "on repeat" playlist on shuffle and share the first ten results, then tag ten people. (Or, I guess, if you don't use Spotify, share your top ten songs you listen to on repeat.)
Also, following his lead in linking to YouTube for accessibility. I preferentially went with live performances where possible, unless the sound quality sucked too bad by my own totally subjective standards. Just didn't have the spoons for more translation work today, but I also included a few lyric snippets where I could because why not.
The "On Repeat" can be pretty dangerous, dealing with somebody who is as prone to going off on neurospicy kicks as I am. Instead of, say, a couple of weeks of nonstop Delta blues, '80s synth, or Latin American metal? This time, we've apparently got wall-to-wall Swedish punk-adjacent stuff. (Which is more likely than most other genres here to not be English language. Handier for me learning Swedish than for most of y'all!) It's also mostly from newer bands.
Heavily featuring both Bäddat För Trubbel, who spent the 2010s (roughly) paving the way for trouble here in Malmö--and Trubbel, who evidently already found it in Gothenburg!
Mascara Snakes - "Vakternas Skräck" (live) - ("The Terror Of The Guards")
Bäddat För Trubbel - "Bäddat För"
Svart Katt - "Våld Mot Tjänsteman" ("Assault Against Officer")
Trubbel - "Tro På Mig" ("Believe In Me")
Viagra Boys - "Down In The Basement" (live). (Out of Stockholm, but their singer grew up in the Bay Area. I am still mad I missed seeing them across the bridge in Copenhagen a few months ago.) How're you going to explain your sex life to your wife?
Bäddat För Trubbel- "Bättre Män Än Mig" ("Better Men Than Me")
Viagra Boys - "Worms" (live) - (From an awesome session.) Also, one rather bizarre Korean horror movie (?) fan video I just ran across.
Hjelle - "Arbetsförmedlingen Ringde" (live) ("The Employment Agency Called")- (Yeah, same guy from Bäddat För Trubbel. I've been enjoying his voice and sense of timing, OK? 😅)
Svart Katt - "Bara En Spegel" ("Only A Mirror")
Trubbel - "Gbg City" (This live video is quite the extravaganza of pasty jorts-clad flesh, from last summer. In best Gothenburg style, evidently.) - Better audio studio version.
Continuing on to Spotify's "Repeat Rewind", for some wider representation over the medium term lately. Still pretty heavy on the punk-adjacent stuff, but I guess that's where my head has been.
1. Gnome - "Ambrosius" (These guys out of Antwerp are pretty awesome in general, for what I guess you'd file under stoner/doom metal with a sense of humor--where you can actually hear the bass in the mix. There's no real choreography in this particular lvideo, which is a shame.)
You can eat from the ground
2. Refused - "Summerholidays Vs. Punkroutine" (live) - (Also a Swedish band, btw. In a good 2012 performance.)
And I'm still certain that what motivates me is more rewarding
Than any piece of paper could be...
Rather be forgotten than remembered for giving in
3. Suicidal Tendencies - "Till My Last Breath" (Yeah, really feeling it today.)
But I'll never let all this emptiness win
Until my last breath I'll be a fighting man Not just with my fist, but my mind and I got a plan...
Until my last breath, I ain't nobody's bitch Until my last breath, I'll keep pissin' on the rich Until my last breath, I'm gonna do it, I ain't gonna just try Until my last breath, I'm gonna hold my head up high...
I'm never letting go Until my last breath, the whole world's gonna know Until my last breath, I'll be keeping a score Until my last breath, I'll be fighting for more
4. Ramones - "Mental Hell" (Not their best album, but I still have a weak spot for it.)
I'm not feeling very well
5. Viagra Boys - "Milk Farm"
They say that you can get delirious from layin' off the sauce
But I don't know nothin' 'bout that
'Cause I ain't ever laid off
6. Alien Nosejob - "Television Sets" (live) - (And I finally just thought what one part of this reminds me of. Major flashing lights warning on that video.)
I don't need no cigarettes
I don't need no booze
I don't need the TV set
I don't need the news
7. Riddarna - "Vi Kommer Att Dö" (Keepin' the titles cheery over here: "We're Going To Die". But, better make the most of it!)
8. Dwight Yoakam - "Purple Rain" (live) - (Impressive tribute, when I already respected Dwight quite a bit. Studio version.)
9. Motörhead - "Tear Ya Down - B-Side - 'Louie, Louie'"
Gonna show you what I'm all about
I'm gonna shoot you down tonight
I don't really wanna freak you out
10. Orkan - "Rik Rikar Rikast" (live) - ("Rich Richer Richest" - Studio version with significantly better sound quality.)
To translate the chorus:
Have you forgotten what equality means?
Have you forgotten what solidarity means?
Have you forgotten what generosity means?
Have you forgotten what honesty means
I always feel awkward tagging people for this sort of thing. But, I will have a go this time: @soilrockslove @adrawatcher @theonewhopoops @floorbananamotherfucker @reddragdiva @kelpforestdwellers @queerdo-mcjewface @birdblogwhichisforbirds @supernini235 @ailurinae @katisconfused @ajax-daughter-of-telamon @soilrockslove @medleymisty
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