#and I don’t think we’ll ever hit that peak again

[feliciadraws]

Hot take but instead of CGI, anime should go back to more retro style animation, like we should totally bring back bold, dynamic animation and imitation cel-shading and bold outlines and rich details and unique designs because that’s what the modern anime scene needs more of and I just know that retro style animation would look absolutely amazing with modern technology

#my brainpoops #truth be told I’m having a little too much fun using retro style flourishes in my art lately and it’s making me think things #well I suppose a big part to play in the rise of cgi and the decline in 2D animation has to do with overproduction being a big problem #especially with the whole thing with seasonal anime and increasing demand for content #anime has become more of a product than anything and because of that shift in attitudes from the audience and major studios in accordance #the focus has shifted from crafting a work with effort and passion #to creating a product to be consumed #and that consumption and the desire to consume puts more strain on studios to keep up and continue making anime #you only have to look at not only the decline in overall visual quality in a lot of modern anime nowadays #as well as animators actively coming out and voicing their struggles #to see that #as well as the matter of homogeny and overall same-ness #with more deeper and more unique stories either becoming sleeper hits or being swept under the rug in favour of more mainstream fare #look it’s just my personal feelings/opinions #let’s just say it was the golden age of anime for a reason #and I don’t think we’ll ever hit that peak again #okay rant over #but I guess the same could be said for a lot of modern media too #90s anime

[abbyromanoff]

Could you do: beefy!gp!Carol who gets jealous after seeing you flirt with one of the avengers?

UNFAIR

PAIRINGS: Carol Danvers x reader

WORD COUNT: 1,019

WARNINGS: smut, Carol has a dick, angst, break up sex, fluff, secret love, jealousy, captain!C, praise, smut, cumming on body, jerking off, no protection, pregnancy, think that’s all :)

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

“That’s not fair, Y/N.” Carol proclaimed, and you had to bite your lip to prevent further disagreeance.

“You can’t just walk around and- and act like you’re all up for grabs, that’s not fair.” You clasped your hands together at her dejected face, and she plopped on the bed with a sigh.

“Carol, we’re not together anymore, I- I can talk to who I want without consequences.” She shook her head and placed it in her hands, her fingers digging at her scalp as red nearly exploded across her face. She was angry, you both knew that, but it wasn’t just anger and frustration that coursed through her veins; it was sadness, betrayal. She had no reason to feel this way, like you said, you weren’t even hers anymore. But she still felt a lingering pain deep in her chest, it felt worse than any bruise you’d tend to.

“But I still love you-“

“But you can’t, Carol. You can’t keep doing this to yourself, you deserve to move on and be happy.” There was a silence filling the room, and for a moment you thought she might’ve wanted you to leave. Which you began doing before you heard a mumbled whisper. You turned, asking for the repetition you needed.

“But I want to be happy with you. I am happy with you, why won’t you just accept that? Why won’t you accept me?” You gulped, your voice seeming to hide with it as you shook from a sigh.

“We weren’t good for each other.” She stood suddenly, and your hand was taken in hers for a soft peck.

“But you were good for me. You made me feel things I never felt before, and I want to be with you again. Please, I- I promise I’ll change! Whatever you need, I’ll do it all. I’ll do anything for you, dove.” Her pleading eyes had always been impossible to ignore, and the same continued even now. You couldn’t resist her, she was the love of your life, after all.

“Just one last time, okay? We’ll have sex, and in the morning I’ll be gone, deal?” She wanted you to stay, but she knew this was the best chance she’d have at seeing you again. If she said no, who knows if you’d ever come back.

“I’ll make it worth your while then, Y/N.”

“Fuck, I’m- I’m so close, baby.” The woman mumbled, and you had to stifle a moan that still found its way out of you.

“I know, Carol, I know, sweetheart.” Your fingers dug threw her hair, your nails scratching her scalp softly in a soothing manner. Her eyes fluttered shut as her free hand fell to your hardened nipple, the other landing on your cheek as she used her thumb to stroke the soft skin.

“Can I…can I kiss you?” Her voice was soft, almost a whisper. But you nodded, and she instantly drew you in for a passionate, loving kiss. She noticed the goosebumps along your skin, and she drew back for only a moment, her lips lingering against yours as you begged internally for more.

“I know you’re cold, just hold onto me.” Your arms went around her back, your legs wrapping around her ass as tears threatened to escape you. You sighed in relief when her mouth met yours again, and her body heated up to the perfect temperature to keep you warm.

“Please, captain, I want you to cum in me.” She shook, and her thrusts were coming to a halt. But she kept up, determined to force your quickening arrival first. And the moment you hit your peak and eventually regained your breath, she immediately drew out, stroking her cock until reaching her peak. Her coil snapped, and her release painted your body. You looked up at her, confused as to why she dismissed your request.

“I don’t want you to make a decision you’ll regret. If you’re serious about..about leaving me, then I’m not going to get you pregnant and force you to handle something you can’t.” She seemed hurt at the thought, you always knew she wanted a kid, a family. She wanted that family with you, however, and you caught yourself daydreaming about the same possibility she offered you.

“You didn’t leave.” She noted, and you turned to face her with a grin, the towel covering your wet body. The shower had streaks of steam running down it, and she could tell by your looks that you had just finished taking one.

“No, I didn’t.” She sat up instantly, and you bit your lip at her exposed chest through the see-through tank top. Her nipples were hard under the cold aroma, and all you could imagine was wrapping your lips around them and hearing her groans of pleasure.

“Are you going to?”

“I don’t know yet.”

“…I know a good diner if you’re willing to stay long enough for breakfast.”

“Sure, I’d like that.” You never would’ve expected close to a year later that you would continue to lie next to her, your hands interlacing as her free one was set on her book. Her reading glasses were on the brink of her nose, and you looked out the window to admire the scenery.

“I still can’t believe you took me to space.” She chuckled, placing a kiss on the back of your palm as she followed your gaze.

“It’s pretty great isn’t it?” You hummed, receiving a wrap of arms around your body. Her book was now in front of you, and she read it quietly in your ear. You cuddled into her chest, poking her strong biceps that she teasingly flexed.

“Thank you for not giving up on me, Carol.” She paused, taking a moment to leave soft pecks on your neck.

“I could never give up on you; on us.” She rubbed her thumb over your swollen stomach, smiling softly as she spoke a greeting to the arriving young girl.

“The moment we land on Earth, nothing can stop me from meeting my little one.”

“As long as I have you two, I’ll be okay.”

#carol danvers x female reader #carol danvers x y/n #carol danvers x reader smut #carol danvers x you #carol danvers x reader #carol danvers smut #carol danvers #carol Danvers x reader fluff #captain marvel fluff #captain marvel x reader smut #captain marvel x you #captain marvel angst #captain marvel x reader #captain marvel smut #captain marvel #captain marvel x female reader

[miley1442111]

thank god for dr. spencer reid

a/n: this was written with a fem!reader in mind but imagine what you want, reader has a period (same girl) :) spencer us such a cutie in this :)))))))

summary: your shitty family is in town and spencer is away, what will you do?

pairing: spencerreid x reader

warnings: heavy family issues, mentions of stress and sickness, very brief mention of abuse (litch not talked about just referenced dw), kinda cursing (just realised i've never warned this before... opps) and i might've missed some!

My eyes are glued to the screen with a perpetual frown playing on my lips. It’s hard to try to care about my job when I have this looming feeling of dread hanging over me like a cloud. Spencer has been MIA for days now. He left in a hurry on Monday night for a case. It’s Saturday now and he hasn’t been responding to my calls. On top of that, I have dinner with my mother and father. Both of them make it abundantly clear that they’re disappointed in my career choice, which is ridiculous because I’m a lawyer. Not the right kind of lawyer they constantly say. I’m an environmental lawyer and I make good money. The only way to satiate their insufferable whining is with Spencer. They love him. They probably love him more than me at this point. Alas, I will just have to deal with them alone tonight. And today has already been one hell of a day. First, Morgan called me,asking where Spencer was, telling me that they finished and that they should be home soon. He had not come home yet. Secondly, I feel like shit, an allergic reaction, my period and some random nausea all add up to making me feel itchy, gross, and practically vile all over. Thirdly, a huge pimple has decided to pop up on my face and  just know my mother will comment on it. My mother is one of those women who look effortlessly put-together 24/7. I am not one of those women. She does not like women who don’t look effortlessly put together. Aka, she barely tolerates me. 

I sigh and close my laptop screen, unable to reread the same few sentences again and again, hoping that they would get into my brain. I’m defending a client, one of my firm's biggest clients, in court next week. They were accused of illegal dumping (dumping they did not commit) and now they’re being sued for 2 million dollars. I slump out of my desk chair and out of my home office, locking it behind me for the weekend ahead. If I have court next week and Spencer is coming home after a difficult case, then we’ll need a day or rest and relaxation together. That is, if he even bothers to come home. I busy myself with getting ready and try to push those thoughts out of my head. 

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The last hour of my life has been 60 minutes of absolute misery. Why did I ever accept this invite? My mother excuses herself to the bathroom and my father excuses himself for a cigarette, I nod along. Then it hits me… my dad doesn’t smoke anymore. I stare at the door and before I can stop myself my face contorts into a frown once again. Amelia, my sister. The sister that I haven't seen in years. The sister that bullied and abused me throughout our teenage years. Fuck. 

“Amelia?” I question, looking at the blonde woman who looks… different. She’s obviously older than I remember, and a bit more… I don’t know how to put it. Her blonde hair surpasses her waist and she seems to be pregnant? Her blue eyes seem dull and lack a certain vividness they used to sparkle with. She’s the typical peaking in high-school mean girl who became a nurse girl. I honestly can’t believe I used to look up to her. 

“It’s so good to see you!” She smiles, one of her fake-bitchy smiles and I grimace as she tries to hug me. “I just wanted to know how you’re doing, especially with the baby on the way, I’ll need all the help I can get!”

My heart drops. “Oh!” Is all I can manage. She sits in the seat beside me and I instinctively move further away. Just as I think this stupid dinner can’t get any worse, her pervy fiancé, Johnny, walks in.

“No Spencer?” He smirks. “What? Did you two break up? He was always too vanilla for you, you need a real man-” 

“No, sorry. I was just late. I had to come straight from the jet,” Spencer smiles from behind him. My parents' eyes light up, as Amelia and Johnny’s faces fall. I smile appreciatively at him as he hands the flowers he brought over to my parents and sits beside me, a comforting hand on my thigh. 

“How’s work, Spencer?” My father asks, his undivided attention on Spencer.

“It’s good, strenuous but good. Our cases recently haven’t been too difficult- though there was one that had a puzzle I thought you might enjoy…”

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I walk inside our house behind him, a million thoughts at once flowing through my head. We walk to the kitchen, he sits me down and takes off my shoes for me, a true gentleman. 

He presses a kiss to my cheek and smiles. “You look beautiful.”

I just nod back, a small smile on my lips. 

“Is everything alright?” He asks, turning to me, his hands resting on my waist. 

“Fine,” I tiredly smile. “Just… you know, it’s fine, don’t worry about it.”

“You know, saying that makes me worry more, right?:” He smiles softly, though we both know he’s serious. 

“I just… I can’t believe she just showed up, like 7 years  of not seeing her and she just shows up? Like it’s casual? And then asks for our help with her baby? Like she did nothing to me? Like she-” I stop myself, determined not to cry right now. 

“Angel, it’s ok, let it out,” he soothes, a hand on my back, rubbing comforting circles. 

“I don’t want to cry though, they’re not worth crying over.”

“Then how about we get ready for bed, yeah angel?” He offers, a tired look in his eyes. I nod and press a soft to his perfect lips. He smiles against my mouth, his hands finding the sides of my face. I run a hand through his hair. He pulls away softly, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” I smile. “Thank you for coming, my knight in shining armour.” 

“I enjoyed it. Watching your father fail to solve a simple puzzle was amusing.” He smirks, a mischievous glint in his eye as I roll my eyes. 

“We’re not all geniuses,” I remind him. 

“You are.”

“And how am I a genius?” I chuckle.

“You’re dating me, you clearly have superior taste and intelligence,” he says matter-of-factly. I gigle at his antics and kiss him again. He pulls away and grabs my hand, leading me into our room. We both opt out of brushing our teeth and washing our faces, a makeup wipe sufficing for removing my makeup. He pulls me into bed with him, and finally, after a long week, I finally lie down in bed with him, his arms around me in a bear-hug of sorts. This is heaven. He’s my knight in shining armour. Thank God for Dr. Spencer Reid. 

#spencer reid x reader #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds #bau imagine #bau team #criminal minds x you #criminal minds fandom #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid #doctor spencer reid #criminal minds fanfic #dr spencer reid #spencer reid fluff #fanfic #fanfiction #criminal minds imagine

[heavyhitterheaux]

Got Me Thinking

Part 4: If Your Girl Only Knew (Slight NSFW)

Synopsis: Jack invites you to one of his shows, and everyone is excited to see you, especially him. However, he had to warn you that the time had finally come for meeting the infamous Kelsey face to face.

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

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Ever since that lust filled night when Jack came to visit, you were longing to see him again and be in his presence. During different times of the day, your thoughts would go back to that moment and how much pleasure he had brought you. So much that in more times than you could count, you found yourself having a river form in between your thighs and often found yourself putting your vibrator to good use. That would have to do at least until you saw him again.

Luckily a few weeks later, an opportunity arose when he called you on Facetime and asked you if you would want to come to one of his shows. Surprisingly, you hadn’t seen him perform since the two of you called it quits and thought it was long overdue.

You had kept tabs on him throughout the years and still supported him, but you simply did it from a distance.

“You busy this Friday?” He asked and all you did was eye him.

“Depends on who’s asking.” You answered while eating your chocolate covered strawberries that was from an edible arrangement that Jack had sent to your house earlier.

“Well I’m asking because I have a show I’m performing at in L.A. and I want you there with me.”

“Hmm, I guess I can fit you in my schedule.”

“What do you mean you guess? Stop acting like you don’t want my face buried between your thighs again. And I definitely want to be one of those strawberries right now. Why are you eating it like that? Getting me bricked up and shit.”

“Jackman! Cut it out, he’s downstairs.” You exclaimed while getting up to close your bedroom door.

“Like I give a flying fuck about that. He doesn’t deserve you anyway. Don’t act shy now, or did you forget what happened last night when I called you?”

You instantly got a smirk on your face remembering how Jack asked you to get off in front of him and all you remember was the camera view becoming blurry as he hit his peak and his cum went flying everywhere as he watched you.

“I see your phone survived what you put it through.”

“Look, it was your fault and I’d do it again too with no hesitation.”

“I know you would.”

Jack then got quiet and you looked at him curiously wondering what was on his mind.

“Jackson, why are you so quiet all of a sudden?”

He simply sighed before answering you.

“Kelsey is going to be there too.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Jack, that’s your wife isn’t it? I would expect her to be with you sometimes.”

“Yes, but….”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll play nice and be on my best behavior and I might give you a private show once you’re done with your own.”

“Oh, do tell.”

“Nope, you just have to be patient and wait and see. But, why am I worried about someone that clearly can’t give you what you want or satisfy you? From what everyone says about her, she obviously doesn’t compare to me.”

“Doesn’t even come close.”

“Isn’t it almost two in the morning over there? And where is she now?”

“It is and I have no idea where the hell she is and I don’t care. Probably out spending all my got damn money.”

You stifled a laugh and he simply shook his head.

“Well Clay does call her the wicked witch of the west for a reason.”

“And now I’ve really started to see why over the last two months.”

“We’ll talk about it later, but for right now you need to go to sleep and get all the rest you can get for Friday.”

“Oh, and why is that?”

“Because you’ll have two performances to put on. One for your fans and the other one is for my eyes only. How do you think Kelsey would feel if we had a few minutes to ourselves after the show?”

“I can arrange it and make it happen and she can get the fuck over it.”

Friday was now here and you were on your way to the venue and made sure to leave a bit early so that being stuck in traffic wouldn’t become an issue. As you were driving, a facetime call came through and you saw it was Clay and quickly answered. You were now suddenly concerned and was hoping that everything was okay with Jack.

“Clay! Hi boo, what’s going on? Everything okay?”

“Please tell me you’re still coming, but hi to you too!”

“What the? What’s wrong?”

“Jack is in a mood again and you can guess why because there is literally only one answer at this point.”

“Oh, goodness.”

“I wish she would have stayed home but NOPE. So here we are and everyone is miserable so PLEASE tell me that you’re almost here. I don’t know how much more of her we can take.”

“Of course I’m still coming and I’m actually almost there. I left a little early because I knew traffic was going to be crazy.”

Just then Urban popped into the frame and was waving at you.

“Y/N!”

“URBANNN!”

“Hurry up and get your ass here. I’ll meet you outside and bring you to where everyone is. But uh, did he warn you about….?”

“Yes, I know.”

“Okay good. Didn’t want you walking into any surprises.”

“I’ll see you two in about ten minutes.” Without another word, you hung up and turned your attention back to the road ahead.

As promised, Urban met you outside and led you backstage where everyone was. As soon as you walked in the room, all attention was on you and Clay was the first one to capture you in a hug.

“We’re saved, we’re saved.” He whispered in your ear and you couldn’t help but laugh. When you looked over at Urban, he was laughing too so he obviously must have heard what Clay said.

“Y/N! Clay, move and stop hogging her!” Ace exclaimed while trying to get in between the two of you.

“Hiii Ace.”

“Hello, Y/N, and we need to talk business. As in business being your older sister.”

“ACE!! Leave the girl alone! She just got here! At least let her settle in before you start harassing her! Hi Y/N, I’m Neelam and I’ve heard such good things about you from Jack. It’s so nice to finally meet you.” So, this was the famous Neelam that everyone talked about.

“It’s so nice to meet you too!” You responded while returning the hug that she was giving you.

You scanned the room and didn’t see Jack or Kelsey so you assumed that they were together and sure enough right on cue, they both entered. Jack was walking in front of her and clearly pissed off about something as she was following behind him like a lost puppy and there was an obvious pout on her face.

“Babe!”

“Kelsey, drop it. I’m done talking about it.”

When Jack looked up and saw you, his grim mood turned the corner for the better and immediately ran over to you and picked you up as you began to laugh.

“Hiii boo. I see you’ve missed me.”

“You have NO idea.” He said loud enough so that only you could hear and squeezed you tighter. 

“When you left, I lost a part of me. It’s still so hard to believe, come back baby please cause weeee belong togetherrrr.” Clay started to sing when the two of you embraced and it was giving everyone in the entire room the hardest time in order not to laugh.

“I just love Mariah Carey. One of my favorites. Yall think she’s going to do a Vegas residency soon?” Clay asked as he was scrolling through his phone.

“I’d definitely come with you if she does.” Urban responded while shrugging and Neelam was eyeing the two of them.

She quickly mouthed ‘Behave’ while trying not to laugh herself.

Once Jack had placed you back on your feet, you suddenly felt a presence next to you and turned around to be face to face with Kelsey herself.

“Babe, who’s this?” She asked Jack and he clearly looked annoyed at the fact that she was even talking to him.

“Y/N, this is Kelsey, Kelsey this is Y/N, we went to high school together. She lives here and I asked her to come.” He answered while not taking his eyes off of you and his left arm was still around your waist which she was quick to notice. 

“It’s so nice to meet you.” You said as you held your hand out towards her, but she examined it before she took it.

“Oh, someone’s jealous.” Clay whispered to Urban and he immediately nodded.

“I didn’t realize you two were so close and had no idea you would be here tonight. I feel that is something important that you should tell your wife, don’t you think, Jackman?”

“Here she goes.” Clay quietly said while keeping his focus on his phone.

“They’ve been a lot closer than she thinks.” Urban muttered next to Clay and they both began to laugh.

“Kelsey, don’t start. So I have to tell you about every single person that I went to high school with and decided to reconnect with them?”

“I didn’t even mean it like that.”

“Well it sounds like you did.”

“Damn, 100 points to Gryffindor. He got her good with that one.” Ace said from behind you as you were simply standing there because it was now awkward.

Kelsey then turned back to you and gave you the fakest smile that she could muster. There was something about you that she couldn’t put her finger on, but she already knew for a fact she didn’t like you.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Y/N.”

“Okay, is she settled in now Neelam? Y/N! Let me at Janelle!” Ace said as he was now at the snack table and all you did was shake your head at him.

The time waiting for Jack’s set was spent with you goofing around with everyone backstage and getting to do a mini photoshoot in the hallway with Urban taking the pictures in order for you to be able to post them on your instagram later.

When you were across the room talking to 2fo with Jack right beside you, Kelsey went and sat next to Clay who had a confused look on his face when he noticed her.

“Uhh? Did you need something Kelsey?” He politely asked as he was silently cursing Urban for leaving him there by himself.

“How does Jack know her?”

“He told you earlier. They went to high school together. Didn’t you hear him?

“And they were just friends?” She asked, trying to find out more information about you.

“Don’t you think that this is a conversation for you and your husband to have?” Clay asked while finally turning to look at her.

“He doesn’t want to tell me anything anymore.”

“Hmm, I wonder why. Evil ass.” Clay muttered to himself so that she wouldn’t be able to hear.

“You still need to ask him and not me.”

“Is there…. Is there something I should be worried about?”

“Meaning what exactly?”

“Jack hasn’t taken his eyes off of her since he saw her when she got here.”

“Well.. they haven’t seen each other in a long time and they were really close.”

“How close?”

“Kelsey, ask my brother.”

“But obviously you know something, but aren’t telling me.”

“Why do I get the feeling that you’re a little jealous? You’re the wife, right? So you shouldn’t have anything to worry about.”

“I’m not jealous! It just seems like everyone adores her and all of the attention has been on her.”

“She’s an amazing person. Always has been. Our parents absolutely love her too.”

“Wait, she knows your parents, too?!”

“Like I said before, they were extremely close.”

Soon there was only about twenty more minutes until it was time for Jack to go on stage and you wanted to give him a small gift since you still hadn’t gotten him anything for his birthday. You knew deep down that he didn’t care and was simply excited to see you, but you still wanted to do something nice for him. As he was about to head to his dressing room, you grabbed his arm to stop him.

“Hey, I have something to give you, but I want it to be when we’re by ourselves.”

“Hmm, is it what I think it is?” He asked as he wiggled his eyebrows and you quickly smacked his arm.

“Behave! And no, but… if we can make our way to your dressing room now, I can give you a good luck kiss and maybe a little more?”

All he did was smirk and start to play with the ends of your hair which Kelsey was very quick to notice and was quick to interrupt.

“Babe, isn’t it time for your good luck kiss since you’re about to hit the stage?”

“Gag me with a spoon.” Quiiso said to 2fo who was trying not to laugh.

“Um, sure in a minute. Let me go get dressed first. And Y/N had something to show me so we’ll be back.”

He put his hand on the small of your back and guided you down the hallway to his dressing room as Kelsey was left sitting there fuming at what just happened.

Once the two of you got to his dressing room, he closed the door behind him and locked it then his lips were instantly on yours.

“Mm, I’ve missed that and this.” He said as his hand went to cup your ass in the skirt that you were wearing.

“You definitely made that clear on our facetime call earlier this week.”

“So, what did you want to give to me? Is it another purple thong? Because at this point I’m about to start collecting them like infinity stones.”

“I literally CANNOT with your ass.” You said while laughing and Jack pulled you closer to him so that he was able to kiss you once more.

“Look, I figured I’d ask and when I collected all of them it would unlock some type of bonus scene.”

“Jackson PLEASE stop talking.” You responded as you continued to laugh.

“What?!  What’d I say?!”

“Anyway, for starters, it’s not a thong because I’m not wearing anything under my outfit at all.” You whispered against his lips and grabbed his hand to place it underneath your skirt.

His fingers grazed against your core and you were getting wetter by the second. He then inserted two of his fingers and slowly moved them before putting them in his mouth and sucking on them. Just like he did the last time the two of you saw each other.

“There’s definitely more where that came from, but we have to save it for later.” He quietly said, but all you did was get on your knees without breaking eye contact with him and started playing with the waistband of his sweatpants.

“You definitely don’t need a good luck kiss from Kelsey, but will good luck head be acceptable?”

All he did was nod his head as you pulled down his sweatpants and boxer briefs and immediately took him in your mouth.

“Ahh shit.”

Jack didn’t want to mess up your hair so he simply pushed it back out of your face as you continued to pleasure him.

“I’m definitely going to need you to sit on my face after this later. FUCK!”

Because you knew that he didn’t have a lot of time, you were trying to move as fast as possible in order to get him to cum and you could tell that it was working seeing as Jack’s eyes were now closed as he threw his head back in pleasure and was trying to lightly force you down on him.

“My girl looks so pretty taking all of me in her mouth. That’s it baby, that’s it. I’m close.”

You hearing him say that he was close made you move even quicker with a sense of urgency because the last thing you wanted was for him to be late for his set.

“Fuck!” Was the last thing you heard as he came in your mouth and you swallowed it without wasting a drop.

When he was finished coming down from his high, he looked down at you and smiled before helping you to your feet and kissing you.

“I want to return the favor.”

“But… we don’t have a lot of time.”

“We have as much time as I say we have. I’m the headliner and calling the damn shots.” Was all he said before leading you to the couch and immediately pulling your shirt down to expose your breasts that he began to play with them, lightly sucking and biting.

“Babe, that’s going to leave a mark.” You whined and he simply shrugged.

“I’m marking my territory.”

He didn’t waste a lot of time before pulling your skirt up to your hips, spreading your legs and diving in head first.

By the time that Jack had gotten dressed and you had given him his gift, which was an exclusive Rolex that was personalized and had his initials on the band inside, he was only a minute late. 

“I’m definitely wearing this onstage. Thank you Buttercup.” He said as he leaned down to kiss you and you were simply admiring his outfit as you helped him put on the watch. 

His outfit was your favorite color.

Green.

“Hmm, you wore this outfit on purpose, didn’t you?” You asked and all he did was smirk.

“What ever do you mean, baby?”

“Such a fucking tease.”

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As you were in the front and standing off to the side watching Jack perform, Neelam came up to you and smiled. You returned the smile and the two of you watched him in silence before she turned back to you to say something.

“Y/N, I just wanted to tell you how much the people around him see how much happier he’s been since you two reconnected.”

“Well you can thank Clay for that.” You said thinking about when he first asked you.

“I.. look.. Jack is not only my client, but someone who I consider my little brother. He has talked about you non-stop and all I want is for him to be happy and I know that his happiness is wherever you are. Kelsey isn’t good for him and we could all see it from the beginning. He just didn’t want to listen. ”She said, being completely honest.

“That seems to be the running theme of what everyone keeps telling me. He’s definitely important to me and I want the best for him. I just wish sometimes that we never broke up because I always think about how our life might have turned out differently.”

“Well the two of you reconnecting wasn’t by chance and it was definitely meant to happen. I just want you to know that whatever that you two have going on because I know that there is something there because my big sister radar is going off, I support it. I just want him to be happy again. That’s all we literally all want.”

“I wish it was that simple.” You replied while sighing.

“Well, why isn’t it?”

“You said Jack told you a lot about me, but did he mention my husband?”

Neelam looked at you dumbfounded before she responded.

“You act like the word divorce doesn’t exist?”

“And that’s my problem.”

“What is?”

“I love Jack like if he would have asked me to elope when we were eighteen, I would have without a second thought and that is still true as we speak, but I also love my husband as fucked up of a person that he is and I’m having second thoughts about divorcing him.”

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[abiiors]

Do you have any plans to write smut ? 👀👀. I'm starving and begging for a crumb

.ೃ࿐ the jeweller's hands

(wrote this on my phone and it’s not proofed, sorry!!!)

cw: cheating, mean matty

“keep it down or i’ll fucking stop,” matty growls in your ear the moment your back hits the wall. 

fifteen minutes. that’s how long you lasted before seeking him out in the crowd—a risky fucking business considering you’re attending this stupid little charity gala with your husband in the first place. 

regardless, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. 

not that you’re even thinking about him right now… the man you came here with is the absolute last thing on your mind. your thoughts wander—first to matty in a suit, to his sleeves straining over his biceps and the way he wears no tie to this formal event. his shirt collar is open too, tattoos peeking out surrounded by a fine dusting of hair that’s gone slightly grey now, just like the grey in his curls. 

he’s a vision. and now he’s here. inches away. trapping you between him and the wall and grinding his pelvis against yours in a way that makes it very clear what he’s here for. 

matty hand tightens on your hips. 

“here?”

“oh, don’t act coy with me now.”

his voice drops down to a harsh whisper, voice full of venom and lust but he only steps closer and the heat in your belly burns hotter. 

so what if this is wrong… 

“didn’t think about that when you were making fuck me eyes at me out there, did you?”

no. you didn’t. 

but he can chase you a bit more. 

“someone’s going to hear us,” you all but purr in his ear, niping at his earlobe. matty’s hold on you tightens and suddenly there’s not enough air in this fancy, marbled bathroom. 

“then you’re just going to have to shut up and take it like a good little slut, yeah?”

there’s no way you would ever let anyone else speak this way to you. but matty is older, matty knows what he’s doing. matty, with his calloused hands and a fallen angel face knows how to make your blood sing.

he is the only one that gets a pass. 

“strip,” he orders and takes a small step back. 

you can’t help the small choked sound of protest that leaves you but then there he is again, spinning you around and undoing the zip of your dress before you can make another sound. 

“can you step out of your dress on your own?” his mouth lowers to your ears, warm breath cascading down your cheeks, lips brushing against your skin ever so slightly. “it won’t be pretty if i have to do it, love. it might end up on the floor in tatters.”

you swallow harshly and nod just once. 

he’s on you the moment the dress pools around your feet and you stand there, back pressed to the wall in just a thong. you don’t miss the way his eyes hungrily take you in—the curve of your hips and up to your stomach. then to your tits. 

of course, his eyes linger there—on your peaked nippes and then up to your neck. you resist the urge to squirm under his gaze. 

“are you just gonna stand there and watch me?”

matty clicks his tongue. 

“you’ve gotten bold, haven’t you?”

“only because you’ve gone soft,” you taunt. it has the effect you want it to have. 

matty crashes his lips against yours before you’re even properly done speaking. it’s a furious kiss—teeth clashing together on impact, your lipstick smeared all over your mouth. this isn’t a soft kiss. it’s not a lovers’ kiss. 

this is a kiss that stings.

“that what you think?” he speaks when he takes a moment to breathe and your heart leaps in your throat. oh he sounds angry. the kind of anger that he’s about to take out on you… 

“we’ll have to change that won’t we…”

“we—fuck!”

you feel a sharp sting as matty pinches your nipple between his fingers, taking advantage of the piercing, digging the cold metal further into your skin until your legs start shaking. wildfire runs through your blood, burning away any sane thought in its way, leaving you with just desire and lust and complete abandon.

“what was that? couldn’t hear you that well…”

this time you don’t try. 

“please–shit! please, matty!” you whine, trying to clench your thighs together, but he pushes his knee between them, his body holding yours against the wall. 

the bathroom somehow seems smaller now, hotter than it was before. the only thing between you and someone else walking in is a flimsy locked door. 

anyone could knock. anyone could—

“you’re thinking,” he tuts. he’s right though. you are thinking…

good thing he’s right there to fuck you dumb. 

“good little sluts don’t overthink,” his fingers hook harshly into the waistband of your thong and you already know what’s coming next. 

a ripping sound echoes in the room and your thong falls to the floor, ripped to shreds. 

“gonna send you back to your husband with my cum dripping down your thighs, darling, that what you want? hmm?” his words swirl around your brain at a dizzying pace making you nod involuntarily. 

that is what you want… to feel him so deep inside you that you won’t forget it for days. to have your lungs full of his cologne. to have your fingers shoved so deep in your mouth that you’d gag around them. 

your heart pounds in your entire body as you help matty undo his belt with shaky fingers. he’s already so hard under your touch, groaning as you palm him first through his trousers and then through his boxers. 

fuck. for a moment you wonder what he would taste like. if he would let you if you just dropped to your knees right here. but the desperation to feel him inside, hitting the spot over and over again, has you drooling. 

“spread your legs,” he whispers roughly and his fingers find your clit. 

lazily, he swipes through your folds and collects some of the wetness making you hiss in pleasure. your eyes roll to the back of your head—this is what it should feel like always, no thoughts, just him and his hands and—

without warning you feel the tip of his cock entering you and you bite onto his shouder, desperate to keep the screams in. 

“matty—”

but his mouth is on yours once again, swallowing every moan and scream and hiss of pleasure as he pounds into you mercilessly. 

his hips slam into yours at a bruising pace; urgent and desperate, like he can’t get enough. it’s feverish even, almost as if you might slip away if he lets go even just a little. matty lets out a string of curses between each kiss. 

somewhere in the back of your mind, you know your lips will be swollen and red by the time you’re done. you know you’ll have to find some way to look put together before going out again. but right now you don’t care… not when your entire body is full of ecstacy. not when matty makes you feel so so good.

sooner or later it will end, your mind reminds you. it will end and you’ll have to gather yourself and go out and play good little wife to a man you barely care about. 

it will end and you will go your separate ways only to find each other again in some shady corner or some brightly lit bathroom at some pretentious event…

matty’s breath hitches when you clench around him. 

the feeling in your spine is overwhelming—the tingles, the little electric jolts, the bursts of pleasure that build and build until the knot inside your stomach tightens impossibly fast. 

“matty—gonna cum–please…”

“feel so good, darling,” he replies. a rare praise coming from him but it intensifies the dizziness, the bloodrush. “let me feel you,” he coaxes. this time, his voice comes out much softer, almost…tender. 

“cum for me,” he speaks and pulls your thighs higher over his hip. suddenly he’s reaching so much deeper, hitting the spot harder and the trembling in your body increases tenfold.

your legs spasm, barely holding you upright and a wave of pleasure crashes over you.

the next time you open your eyes, matty’s face is contorted with pleasure, eyes half-lidded, jaw slack, adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows harshly and you feel the warmth of his cum dripping out of your cunt and down your thigh. exactly what he’d promised.

if you look down, you’ll find his hands imprinted on your hips—red marks in the shape of his fingers that will no doubt bruise in the next couple of days. something of his for you to hold on to, long after he leaves. a welcome sting.

he does look down when he opens his eyes—looks down at the way your bodies are joined together, how your legs part around him, how your body fits into the crevices of his so perfectly. he almost smiles then but shakes his head slightly.

you expect him to say something, anything that would fill in the silence.

you were good, darling.

you were amazing.

come home with me.

he says none of those things. silently, matty zips us his trousers and fixes his belt. then he brings his thumb to your chin, softly wiping away the lipstick stains, up to your thumb so he can do the same there.

his eyes remain trained to your lips but you suspect it’s more cowardice this time than lust.

“get dressed,” matty speaks and his voice comes out brittle, devoid of feelings. “don’t want your husband to come looking for you.”

and then he steps away, as if none of this ever really happened.

#SORRY THIS SORTA TURNED INTO ANGST AT THE END DON’T HATE ME #✉️ #♤: matty blurbs #matty healy #matty healy x reader #matty healy x you #matty healy smut #matty healy fic #the 1975 #the 1975 smut #smut #minors do not interact

[mggsv]

Earned It.

gn!reader x spencer reid (drabble)(angst kinda)

summary: after a night of what would never be again, Spencer tries one last time

warnings : mentions of sex and drugs

“I’ll head out first?” You mutter, loud enough for Spencer to hear. From the corner of your eye you could see him lying on the bed still, panting as he stared up at the ceiling. It was early morning, not even 4 am, and yet the sun tried its best to peak out from the thick dark clouds. You knew it would rain soon, and you had a home to get back to..a husband, Hotch.

“I love you..” he says, you could hear the rasp in his voice. It must have just hit him that this was truly the last time you’d be together. “I know Spence..” you sighed softly, frowning as you looked around for your underwear. You were in Spencer’s apartment- it was big, hell you don’t know which room you left them in.

“You love me.” he spoke once more, beautiful big eyes reflecting in the orange light that shown through the blinds. “I did, I don’t now-“

“You said it..You said it when we..” He sits up, looking down at the discarded blankets before glancing at you. He lets out a small breath, you’d let the tear falling down your cheek. “No,” you swallowed, “I don’t, and i didn’t. You said you wouldn’t do this-“

“I was here first- I, I did everything right. I love you, what does Hotch have to offer you?”

“I love him..he loves me. We..we’re planning on adopting soon Spence, i’m gonna have a family.”

You smile softly to yourself. It was true. You loved Aaron, he filled the void in your heart you left open for far too long. You didn’t want to wait on Spencer, but it was true. You loved him, even if it wasn’t as much as you did then, you still loved him just a little.

“All the things we wanted to do- you had our wedding with him, the theme the music- our wedding plans! How old were we then- 18..” He gets up and grabs his underwear from the floor (that makes one of you) and slips them on. he couldn’t stop his body from moving towards you, You didn’t move.

“We were going to have our own family- we were going to adopt. Y/N and Spencer, not Y/N and Hotch! What about me huh?!” he was trembling, looking at you with those sad angry eyes. You leaned forward on his chest as he finally broke down. You felt the droplets on your back while you rubbed his.

“…I couldn’t wait on you then Spence. I’m not waiting on you know. You and I both know that this is as far as we’ll ever go. It’s been over 10 years, i’ve stuck by you through everything, and i mean everything. Do you think Hotch will do that to me? Do you think he’d choose drugs over me?…everyone else but me?” you frown. You stayed by his side when he went through withdrawal, the things he said to you..the tears you shared together. How restless you were, it was the moment you realized all your relationship with Spencer was you being behind him no matter what he did.

He made you happy, he’s made you laugh and cry. Your heart ached for him on your wedding day: kissing Aaron while Spencer watched with sad eyes and a happy clap along with his teammates.

“It’ll be different-

“You’ve said that one before.” you pull out of his reach to slip on your clothes from the day before.

“I promise-

“That too.” you made your way towards the front door, Spencer hot on your trails.

“Just listen to me-

“It won’t change no matter how much effort you put into whatever this run has been. I’m saying goodbye Spence, you should too.” you whisper. There your underwear lay, right by the door, ready for you. You grab them and slip them in your pocket before turning back to Spencer. He was a wreck, face red and stained with tears, hair messy, the love marks from last night shined beautifully on his neck. You lean up and peck him on the lips for the final time, “You’ve earned that one Spencer Reid.”

you opened the door before pausing, “I love you.”

the door shut behind you, but you could hear his faint, “I love you too..” as you walked away.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #criminal minds #gender neutral reader #spencer reid x reader smut #mgg x reader #mgg #angst #spencer reid angst #spencer reid x y/n #spencer x reader #aaron hotch #aaron hotch hotchner #hotch x reader

[flowercrowngods]

Please a little peak of winter soldier or your ideas on it!! I need to expand on my obsession with your writing since I still need to mentally prepare for the time travel one 🤍🤍

hdhdhd please lower your expectations love 😂🤍 but here, as you wish, some kas!eddie winter soldier-esque thing 🫶 (cw blood and violence obviously)

Steve barely feels the impact when his body hits the floor, muddy and rotten and decaying as it is. He barely feels anything anymore, has gone numb even though he’s sure he’s still crying. There is not enough strength in his body to keep a hold of his bat, and watching it fall from his hand doesn’t feel real.

It’s a movie. This is a movie. A bad dream, a nightmare. One he can’t wake up from. One he refuses to wake up from. Not without Eddie.

An earth-shattering scream cuts through the dark, leaving Steve stunned and groaning as the creature’s cry sets alight his body, making him feel every cut, every bruise, every bleeding wound that start to make him feel lightheaded.

He tries to reach for the nail bat, his movements slow and sluggish, his head pounding, his body in agony, and his heart shattered and shattering still.

A foot lands on his wrist, making him cry out with a force he didn’t know he still had left in his body. A sign of life. A baby’s first cry; a terrified boy’s last scream.

The creature — Kas, as the kids call him, but they’re wrong, they’re wrong! It’s Eddie, it’s Ed, it’s—

Steve, he hears Robin’s voice echoing in his mind as he watches Eddie bend down to lift the bat, his face contorted with rage and determination. That’s not Eddie. That’s not the boy you—

I don’t care. If there’s a chance he’s still… It’s been months, Bobbie. He’s— It’s Eddie! I can’t… I can’t just… Let me try, okay?

“Eddie,” he rasps, bile rising in his throat as he does. Or maybe it’s blood. He coughs, attempting to roll onto his side but Kas only crunches his wrist underneath his foot, nearly overwhelming Steve with the pain that makes his vision go black for a second, two, three.

He blinks away the blood, sweat and tears, and looks up to meet eyes that used to be the prettiest, deepest brown he’s ever seen. Big, pretty doe eyes. But what he sees are the eyes of a predator.

What he sees is a face contorted with rage, with fear, with confusion. With pain.

Eddie’s hand around the nail bat shifts as Steve speaks, the nail studded shield falling from his other hand. Steve thinks about reaching for it, but what good would it bring?

“It’s okay, Eddie,” he rasps, wheezes, swallowing around the taste of iron. “The kids are safe. And you’ll be, too. They’re k— killing him. It’s okay. We’ll get you home.”

Kas screams again, his wail calling through the night, but there’s no one left to answer. No one but Steve, who whimpers.

He raises the bat. Ready to strike. And Steve knows. Knows that this is it. Distantly, he hopes that Eddie isn’t aware enough to witness this. Hopes that Kas’s memories won’t turn into Eddie’s when this is all over.

“It’s okay,” he croaks. “I—“

And then, with another pained, agonised scream, Eddie strikes.

🌷 credits go to @steveshairychest for giving me the brain worms for this scene way back when with this

#wrote this on the tram while blasting kenny loggins so if this is weird then that tracks actually #steddie fic #steddie #winter soldier kas eddie thing #sashays away to footloose #dio words #dio's steddie ramblings

[abbatoirablaze]

Q1, Fernando Alonso

Word Count:  759

Fernando sighed as he watched the rise and fall of the duvet.  Your soft little moans was music to his ears as his eyes trailed to the wall, looking towards the light peaking out from behind the curtains.

He’d have to get up soon.

It may have been Christmas break, but training waited for no man. 

Christmas time or not. 

It was with another sigh that his eyes moved back to you.  You shifted closer against his side and moaned. 

It hadn’t been more than a half hour ago that the room was filling with the beautiful, angelic sounds of your moans, and his own husky grunts.

“Corazon,” he groaned, watching you shudder beneath him.  Your core clenched around his length as your eyes stayed entranced on his features.  Your legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging in to the firm flesh of his ass, pushing his hips further against your own.  You let out a pornographic moan as his hips circled and his rhythm continued to build.  One arm lingered at your hip, holding you in place, while the other slid up your body, cupping your breasts, before moving up your arm and pulling your hands from his hair.  He laced your fingers with his and moved your hand over your head, stretching your body taut, “perfeccion!”

“Fernando!”

He watched as your eyes fluttered shut.  A smile lighting up his features. 

“No me voy a retirar, princesa!” (I’m not pulling out, princess) he growled, his pace stuttering ever so slightly, “me estoy acabando en ti!  Estoy poniendo un bebe en ti!”  (I am cumming in you.  I am putting a baby in you!)

“Por favor, Fernando!” you moaned, quickly hitting your high, “FERNANDO!  Please!”

“You like that?” he growled, taunting you lightly as he circled his hips, “you like thoughts of me putting a baby in you?  Stretching that tight little cono…making that little puta drool for me…”

Your core fluttered around his cock, an instinctive reaction to his words.  His mouth fell open ever so slightly as he growled.

You were loving the dirty talk.

He could feel your pussy trying to milk him as he continued, “you want me to make you a mami?”

“Please!” you whimpered, your own orgasm hitting you like a freight train as the hand that had been on your hip moved up to your breasts and he tweaked one of your nipples, “FERNANDO!”

“Going to put a bebe in you!” he growled, thinking of how you would swell with his child over the course of the next racing season, “Going to do it right now!  Going to see you become a nice little mami to our baby!”

You were gone.

Your core was actively milking his cock for everything it was worth as your eyes rolled back into your skull. 

He fucked you silly.

He smiled as he came, and with a guttural grunt, he spilled his seed into your needy channel, filling it.  Your cunt convulsed around him, practically sensing his seed making it’s way into you even more as he continued to fuck himself into you.

“No way you aren’t pregnant before New Years!” he groaned against your throat, his hips giving a few last-second thrusts as his breathing became hot and heavy  in your ears, “princesa.”

“Fernando.”

He was torn from his thoughts as he looked at your sweet doe-eyes.  He gave a light hum as he stared at you, “Hmm?”

Your hand trailed over his and you gave him a soft smile, “wanna take another shot before you have to get up for training?”

“You’re not too tired?” he teased.

“Oh…I’m trying to make you a papi before new years…” you teased back, “that means no breaks for either of us…and anyways…if we do this, you can stay in bed longer…this still counts as cardio…”

Fernando chuckled at you, “just because you’re my girlfriend and trainer doesn’t mean you get to make that ultimatum…what if I don’t fuck you silly like earlier, hmmm?”

“Then I guess you didn’t push yourself hard enough and we’ll have to do cardio after all!” you smirked yet again.

Fernando grinned, accepting the challenge as he gently rolled you onto your back, his hands already peeling the sticky, cum soaked panties from your mound, “oh mami…you’re really gonna wish you didn’t say that by the time I’m done with you…gonna have a belly full of me, and legs that feel like cooked spaghetti…”

“C’mere then, papi!” you teased, pulling your boyfriend on top of you for round two, “come breed me right!”

#25 days of christmas #fernando alonso #formula 1 #f1 #aston martin #q1 #drabbles

[yukidragon]

Sunny Day Jack Transcript - INTERVIEW - 41683

I've decided it's long past overdue to write up the transcript of the interview Jack has while in character back in 1983 when the SunnyTime Crew Show was at its peak in popularity. You can listen to this audio for yourself after playing through the demo of Something's Wrong with Sunny Day Jack, along with [Redacted]'s interview with the psyche consultant.

Disclaimer - I have auditory processing disorder, which makes it difficult for me to translate sounds into words, so please forgive any errors I might make. If I got something wrong, please do let me know so that I can correct it. Thank you.

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur

...

(A click of starting a tape playing. Audio starts a bit distorted then clears up.)

Dan: Alright. Now… I’m assuming that out of all of you listening today, some of you have to be parents, right? I’m sure quite a few of you have been tuned in to this new kids show - big hit, it’s everywhere. It’s inescapable, really. I’m of course talking about the SunnyTime Crew Show.

Dan: Now I have to admit, I don’t really know what all the fuss is, but… then again I am 36 and if I did, I’d… (awkward chuckle) I’d have bigger things to worry about. (chuckle)

Dan: But today we are making an exception. We have with us one Mr. Sunny Day Jack, who I am to believe is the… the leader? The front guy? For the mass acclaimed SunnyTime Crew. How you doing, Jack?

Jack: (cheerful) I’m great, Dan! Thanks for having me on the show. Glad to be here.

Dan: (enthusiastically) I can tell. For the folks at home, you can’t see this, but wow, this guy can smile! Look at that. Your dentist must be so proud!

Jack: (modest chuckle) Oh it’s nothing a simple and consistent brushing routine can’t do, but thank you! I do my best.

Dan: (more moderate tone) Of course you do, of course you do… Now. Why don’t you tell me a bit about yourself, hmm? Tell me about Jack.

Jack: Well…, I’m sure that, as you said. I’m part of the SunnyTime Crew. I wouldn’t say I’m a leader or anything. We all just kind of do our own things, and… You know. We help the kids at home learn and talk about their feelings. There are a lot of ways to do that, and we run through them all with the kids, and… (soft laugh) Well, I mean, there’s not too much to say about it. I think it’s a very important job and I… I like it. I get to come into so many homes and be there for so many young viewers, and… Sometimes they really need it… and sometimes they don’t, but… the company is nice to have around… Yeah.

Dan: Right, right… If I’ve read up on this show correctly… you’ve all been burning hot and fast haven’t you? You know, what with all the toys and the lunchboxes and the… um… What was it? An ice show?

Jack: Oh! Uh, we’ll be doing a small live tour, nothing too big. We’ll be doing some singing, some book readings… really interacting with our fans. It’ll be a lot of fun! But if you want to know more, you can find out more information by calling in at-

(Audio glitches out and becomes incomprehensible for a second.)

Dan: Right, right, so… If you don’t mind me putting this out there… You’re kind of a celebrity, aren’t you?

Jack: (slightly awkward) I… guess you could say that. But really, we’re all-

Dan: Then we’ll put you through the same wringer as the rest of them. You’re a fine young man - plenty strong, plenty (grunting sound), you know? And you’re in there, right? Mom’s home, you’re taking care of the kids while she… you know - irons or cooks or whatever. Tell me. Do you ever get fans who are moms?

Jack: (slightly awkward) Well… sometimes. You could say that. (cheerful) And they’re really nice, just like the kids!

Dan: (sly) I’d put money on you being the crush of at least half of the housewives across America who tune in. You could do that, you know.

Jack: (awkward) I-I… guess. I wouldn’t really know.

(Awkward silence for a few seconds.)

Dan: (chuckle) Anyways… I believe… you’re on the show today with a mission?

Jack: Actually yes, Dan. I just wanted to come on and let the parents know that this weekend, me and my friends will be at the-

(Audio distortion glitches out the recording.)

Jack: -East of the-

(More audio distortion.)

Jack: -And you know, I’d love to meet and make as many new friends as possible. So, if you’d like to come down and say, “Hi,” we have balloons and games and activities!

Jack: Well, uh… actually we’ll be doing pictures and book signings too. We’re a local show, and it means a lot to have these opportunities. I just think it’s really great to be able to thank you all in person. As parents, your kids, we love teaching them and helping them grow… but when that TV turns off, it’s really is you who comes in and does the important work.

Dan: Aww… Isn’t that sweet? Unfortunately… (feigned surprised/disappointed gasp) Oh! Would you look at that? It seems like we’re out of time. But before you go though, I have to thank our sponsors and… One last question before we go, Jack. I’m asking on behalf of all the mothers out there. Ladies, thank me later.

Dan: Are you sure you aren’t… holding out on us at all? Like, come on! A guy your size has to have come from modeling or something. I’m putting it out there - there’s gotta be a picture of this guy in somebody’s charity calendar. I’m serious! Check your Mr. Junes, folks! Nobody gets this fit for themselves-

Jack: (curt) Alright. Thank you for having me, Dan. It was really… nice to be here. Um… Parents, we’ll see you this weekend. Remember, that’s at the-

(Audio distortion.)

Jack: -Mall, East of the-

(Audio distortion.)

Jack: -I’m really looking forward to it, and you should be too.

Jack: (cheerful, in character) This is Sunny Day Jack signing off, and wishing you a Sunnytime-tastic day-

(Voice distorts on the final words and fades out to static. The tape stops with a click. The beep of a TV with no signal plays before the audio ends.)

...

Additional Notes: A charity calendar are calendars made to raise funds for a particular local charity. The most well known and best selling charity calendars featured naked models posing provocatively for each month's image. These were one of the ways people could get their hands on pornographic imagery before the advent of the internet.

#Sunny Day Jack #Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack #SunnyDayJack #sdj #swwsdj #Transcript

[lokitu]

Fast Food Rep, part 2

- commissioned and written by DeltaC -

ii.

John: DAMN. It’s been a few weeks since I came clean to Steve. The amount of guilt has been overwhelming Steve doesn’t deserve this. He took it relatively well. I was expecting a blow out. A full on fight. I wasn’t expecting the calm demeanor. The acceptance and the willingness to go forward with the situation.

And for some reason when Steve spoke of his future belly covering his cock and growing a wide bum…I don’t know it drove my motor into overdrive. I’ve never been harder. Never have I been as excited to take him then and there. It was the hottest night of love making we ever experienced. I want more. No, I need more!

**The following morning was what caught me off guard. True to his words he wanted a huge breakfast and damn did he demolish it all. The bloat he had afterwards. The bloat was such a sight I just had to rub his tummy. Just seeing him devour everything, the bloat, and the belly rubs it was simply too much. Not too long after the final bite did I notice my raging hard on in my underwear.**

Steve: So come on down and join me for a mega size meal down at Beluga Marv’s burger town! Where every hamburger patty is mega sized and grilled to perfection!

Director: And cut that’s a wrap! We’ll pick it up tomorrow morning. Great job everyone. Yo big Steve-O you are doing great. Are you sure you have never acted before? You are a natural.

Steve: Aww shucks you really think so?

Director: Absolutely! I mean you are a bit on the hefty side, but trust me if you lose a couple here and there you can make a killing as an actor. Heck, pack on enough muscle and you’ll be a Hemsworth!

Steve: Thanks again. Yeah, I’m not sure about that. Plus this belly here has grown on me.

Director: Haha pun intended? Huh cute and with a sense of humor. Here is my card if you ever change your mind and decide to drop a few.

***

Steve: Huh, a Hemsworth? Haha what a fun idea, but no, I rather enjoy the heft and that dervish twinkle behind John’ eyes every time he squeezes my belly. I don’t think John realizes how much my fat is turning him on these days. Our loving making has intensified tenfold. Before John would have me focus on his beefed up physique, but nowadays John seems more focused on me. I do love the gentle belly rubs he gives me. How John fondles and squeezes my budding love handles as he whispers sweet words into my ear. The way he describes my fattening body…there is a hunger in his tone that drives me wild and to eat more for him. To grow for my Papi. The breathless desire that wells up as he nuzzles my neck and smothers me in kisses. Sometimes it is sensory overload. No, I think this belly is here to stay.

***

John: There’s my big boy! How was your first day on set? I see we need to get you a new tank top. Your cute little belly is peaking underneath again. Mind if I tickle it?

Steve: Hehe. John cut that out, you know how ticklish I have become. First day was fun. Get this, the director thinks I can make it big as an actor.

John: Oh you have gotten BIG already baby.

Steve: Stop that already I’m blushing as is. You’re not going to stop until you get your hands on my tummy and tickle it aren’t you?

John: Maybe.

Steve: Gosh you can be such a kid sometimes, which is why I love you so much. Fine give it a quick squeeze…hey you said just the tummy! You made no mention of ass grabbing.

John: Eh I got greedy sue me.

As much as I miss Steve’s lean hunky body this increase isn’t half bad. His bum is still nice and firm as are his chest and arms. Maybe, just maybe, it won’t be so bad if he continues getting fatter. If he is able to maintain some muscle under all the fat he has been piling on we may be able to hit 300 lbs without him getting to be such a whale. Muscle does weigh more than fat. He just needs to keep on eating and gaining. It is selfish on my part, but at the pace Steve is gaining it looks like I am off the hook for being his replacement.

Steve: Earth to John. Why are you staring at me like that?

John: Oh it’s nothing. Say how’s about we hit a buffet and fill up that tummy of yours. Then we’ll go home and I’ll rub down that sexy belly of yours and who knows if you are a good boy I’ll let you…

Steve: Deal! You had me at the buffet. Let’s get going.

Damn he is so cute when he hears the mere mention of filling his tummy to the max. Yeah maybe a fat hubby won’t be so bad after all…

John: Umm babe let’s get you some new jeans too. As much as I love seeing you in form fitting jeans you are just about to split out of those.

Steve: What? Nooo? I just got these. There is no way I’m about to split them…

PING!

What was that?

John: That baby was your button flying off your jeans and into the camera cracking the lens. I say we slip out as quietly as we can before the cameraman notices.

Steve: Agreed! Ummm can we not run though?

John: Heh you got it big boy.

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[aheckinmess]

Fire in the Hole [Bakugo] (Fluff)

(One-shot 2/? in a collection of My Hero Academia one-shots posted regularly on Saturdays.)

Read on AO3.

Tags: Bakugo x OC, Katsuki Bakugo, Dynamight, Pro-Hero Bakugo, Pro-Hero OC, Feisty OC, Fluff, Fluff with maybe a little angst, one explosion boy.

Word Count: 1,202 words

Summary: Everyone knows that Dynamight can be a hot-head. But Tigress notices that his aggression is doubled when directed at her, and she's in for a wild surprise when she finds out why.

Author's Note: This one-shot isn't a part of a series, so if you're ever looking to see what character I'm writing for, I'll give a character name and whether it's angst, fluff, or smut in the title. Enjoy!

Ichijiku (Tigress)

It’s a little off-putting to say the least when Dynamight starts acting weird around me. Every time we team up against villains, he seems to get more feral and aggressive towards me. Granted, he’s always been feral and aggressive…but he really likes laying into me.

Today he pushes a little too far. I step into his agency to visit a friend and he roars his displeasure.

“WHY THE HELL IS THIS DAMN CAT HERE AGAIN?!” He bellows at me. “YOU’VE GOT SOME NERVE–”

My fist swings around to meet his face and he blocks it with surprisingly quick reflexes. I use the momentum to slam my foot up into his stomach as I scream at top volume, pumping fear into him.

I’m not surprised when he lands a hit into my side, but I remain on my feet with bared teeth.

“Stop treating me like a damn disease, Dynamight!” I hiss. “I came here to visit a friend, not listen to you complain!”

“Who the hell do you think you’re talking to?” He grits his teeth with a glare at me.

I try not to admit to myself that he makes me feel warm inside. That despite his abrasive exterior, I appreciate his authenticity and the subtle ways he takes care of others. Even though he hides it.

“Ichan! You made it!” Sayuri chirps from behind. Her face instantly turns into a scowl as she wraps an arm around me and guides me away. “Leave my bestie alone, Dynamight. We’ll be back.”

“You’d better. I don’t pay you to goof off, Phobos.” He growls.

“We’ll be fifteen minutes, tops, pretty boy.” I huff over my shoulder.

“You better make that ten, extra!”

“I’ll make it twenty if you piss me off!”

. . . . .

Lunch with Sayuri has become habit at this point. It’s friend time carved into the week in order to help me maintain my mental sanity. I recline at the table as we wait for our waitress.

“So, how are you and Kiri doing these days? I miss hearing about my besties!” I giggle, smiling at the waitress as she comes by to take our drinks and orders.

“He’s the best! And I’m sorry we haven’t been keeping in touch much. You know with the move we’ve been pretty stressed. And there’s been a tick in crime this fall season.” She surveys the area as she says it before grinning. “But aside from that, things have been well. It still seems crazy that we’ve already been married for six months.”

“It feels unreal.” I agree, before the waitress brings our drinks.

I get quiet as I sip my tea and look at Dynamight’s bright sign for his agency next door. Why is he so mean to me anyway? Little brat is asking for a visit from my claws. I don’t realize my facial expressions show my thoughts so loudly until Sayuri speaks up.

“Sorry about Dynamight. He’s a bitch.” She chuckles, sipping her water. “I hope it didn’t bother you too much. I know sometimes loud noises are hard for you.”

“Is he always like that?” I ask, wondering if maybe I’ve been exaggerating how he behaves around me. I’ve always heard he’s a hothead, so maybe I’ve just been walking in at the peak of his tantrums?

“To an extent,” Sayuri begins, before looking thoughtful and adding. “He always seems more aggressive towards you now that I think about it. Did you do something to piss him off?”

“I knew it!” I set my chair all the way down just as the waitress comes by and drops off our sushi. I pull out my chopsticks as I sigh. “I don’t know what I did to him. All I know is that every time I enter the room, he targets me. I swear it’s like he’s got a tracker on me.”

“Yeah…I’m sorry. I know you like him.” She shakes her head and pops some sushi in her mouth.

“It’s nothing serious.” I shrug, even though it hurts more than I bargain for.

While we both pause to savor the flavor, I start turning over memories of fighting with Dynamight. Even since the first time we worked together, it feels like he’s only ever had it out for me. In fact, I barely interacted with him that first time. What the hell is his problem?

We make it back to Dynamight’s agency exactly fifteen minutes after we left thanks to quick service at the sushi shop. When we walk in, Dynamight’s busy with a group of rookie sidekicks.

“You idiots! You’ve got to try harder. If you keep making little mistakes like that, they’ll pile up and it could mean someone’s life instead of a faulty budget. Go fix it!” He hisses, but it lacks the venom he uses with me.

“See?” Sayuri whispers. “I don’t get it. The little shit.”

When the rookies move away, he notices us and his face twists in anger.

“There you are! I told you you had ten minutes!” He snaps.

“And I told you that we’d be back in fifteen.” I stand firm, glaring at him.

“Shove off, Dynamight.” Sayuri rolls her eyes and storms past him, looking professional and ready to work. I don’t miss that she stops just outside her office to watch us, though. When we don’t go for each others’ throats, she steps inside.

“I have a question for you, Dynamight.” I say with piercing eyes. “What did I ever do to piss you off?”

“Tch. You’re wasting my time. I’ve got an agency to run.” He turns and stomps off.

I head towards him for a moment, before I clench my fists and start walking back downstairs to leave. Not worth the energy. Just a stupid crush. I’m rounding the corner of the stairwell when I’m shoved into a dark, empty room.

“Goddamn it…how do you do it?” Dynamight’s voice growls in the darkness. When I squirm, he grips my wrists and turns on the light. His red eyes bore into mine, pupils huge. “What made you think you’d pissed me off?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe the fact that you’re meaner to me than everyone else.” I growl, despite the growing attraction buzzing in my chest. I shield it with anger. “It doesn’t matter when I’m here, you always single me out!”

My pulse picks up speed as I struggle to maintain eye contact, but he’s a lot stronger than me. At least in this moment. He grips my chin with his hand and gets closer to my face. My eyes flicker to his lips for half a second.

“Don’t you understand anything?” His calloused thumb rubs my cheek, making me meet his eyes again. “I’m only more pissy with you because you make me feel like doing this.”

His lips capture mine and I could swear his quirk extends to my heart as an explosive force draws my arms around his neck. I tangle my fingers in his hair before pulling my other hand down to rest at his chest until we both pull back, our expressions much softer and uncertain.

“You know…you could have just told me that instead of making me think you hated me.” I swallow thickly.

“Whatever.” His cheeks tinge the slightest shade pink. “I get off at 7. You like sushi, yeah?”

“I do.” I smirk.

“Then your ass better be here by 7:05.” His lips ghost my ear before he leaves.

#mha fanfiction #mha one shots #bnha #bnha fanfiction #my hero academia #katsuki bakugo mha #katsuki bakugo #dynamight #kacchan #bakugo x oc #katsuki x oc #fluff #okay maybe fluff with a little angst #after all it's our favorite explosion boy #feisty oc #original characters #ichijiku

[phykios]

Review: I Become Supreme Lord of the Bathroom

Yes, yes, the moment we’ve all been waiting for, the meetcute of the century, it’s very exciting, but I have to ask–why is it framed like a horror movie? 

To be clear, I’m not saying I don’t like it. I can easily believe that it’s a character choice, that Leah decided Annabeth had been practicing that line over and over again to sound as cool and aloof as possible, and then not realize it makes her look super weird. That is the kind of intense, “formative years in magical summer camp” awkwardness that I always associate Annabeth with. But combined with the storm, the blurring of the curtains, and the sinister musical underscoring, it’s just a very odd choice. 

For me, personally, peak delivery of “You drool when you sleep” will always belong to Kristin Stokes, mostly because the comedic value of her cutting off Percy in the middle as he musically waxes poetic about how beautiful she is is very, very high. But, because it’s literally Leah’s first (technically second) line in the whole series, and because I think it does make sense with her character as the episode unfolds, I won’t say it’s the wrong choice. I won’t even say that I don’t get it. Just that, when combined with the rest of the framing, it’s an odd one. (Remind me to return to this point once the season is over, and we’ll see if my feelings have changed at all!)

I’m going to do my best to be normal about Luke, and I promise you, I will fail. Luckily for all of us, Luke is not yet babygirl; he is still only baby. As several others have pointed out, the fact that Luke’s first interaction with Percy is one of immediate sympathy, and that he more explicitly takes Percy under his wing, taking book!Annabeth’s position of being the lore explainer and confidante, is going to be so heinous in retrospect when the betrayal comes. As a side note, I loved the way that the other cabin members were side-eyeing Percy as the camera slowly picked its way through the room. Also, the fact that Luke’s words were repeated by the shadowy figure (presumably Kronos) in Percy’s nightmare? When Percy calls Luke his friend, still in the middle of his emotional separation from Grover? Amazing. It’s going to hurt so bad. 

You can tell Luke has a lot of sway in his cabin, from the little entourage–including Chris!–that follows him around camp, but I wish we had seen more of his status in the greater camp social circle, beyond him getting Clarisse to successfully back off. Even something as simple as people just calling out to him in greeting would help fill the gaps in. (Think “Hi, Barbie!”) This could easily bog down the pacing, though, so I get why it’s not here. You can also tell that Luke and Chris have their little grooming (ideological, not the other kind) routine down pat. “They like the smell of burnt mac and cheese?” “They like the smell of begging.” Might be my favorite exchange of the whole episode. 

Speaking of favorites, favorite performance this episode goes to Dior Goodjohn during capture the flag. However, Clarisse’s characterization here feels almost like the inverted version of Gabe from the previous episode–he’s been dialed down, but she’s been dialed up. In the books, she starts out as a bully, yes, but more of an ineffectual one, since she gets hit with a faceful of toilet water in her first appearance. Dior plays her much, much scarier than she ever was in text… but at the same time, could she be scarier just because the act of seeing someone in a fight can be scarier than reading about it? And again, the reverse for Gabe: was his character dialed down because seeing acts of domestic abuse at that level was a worse experience than reading about them? For Clarisse, this change works, but for Gabe, the jury's still out. 

Now, onto the claiming scene. Was it everything I hoped it would be and more? 

Not really. It was fine. (I thought the fight choreography was great, though–quick but still visceral, much more grounded than the standard Marvel featherlight beam fights.) For one thing, a glowing sea-green trident just doesn’t have the same visual oomph against a daylit background. For another, the drama of a hellhound coming out of nowhere and almost mauling Percy to death immediately raises the stakes, necessitating this equally dramatic resolution. But for a third, the claiming scene in the books is a hard subversion of what should be this triumphant, cathartic moment, where Percy is recognized by his father, but is instead immediately ostracized by his newfound community because of it. It’s a brilliant piece of writing, and it makes me go feral at the drop of a hat, and when the show decides to almost gloss over it, cutting from Percy in the water to Chiron’s exposition dump, it doesn’t feel like it has the time to settle, to impact the audience the way it should–or at least, the way that I want it to, the way it knocked me on my ass at age 12 and age 26 and age [redacted]. 

A lot of these last two episodes feel that way, in my opinion. I fear that, as someone who is clinically deep in the lore, my background knowledge fills in the gaps of the story that would otherwise be a detriment to a blind watcher. I recognize that there is a lot of book to get through in a relatively short amount of time, but we are skating along the plot at breakneck speed, and I worry that we are missing some key, grounding tentpoles in the meantime. 

So, with all that in mind, let’s talk about character arcs. 

Annabeth in the books clocks Percy as powerful from the moment she meets him–I think Annabeth in the show takes that to another level, using that fact to force Chiron’s hand in order to get her out of camp and on a quest. She is determined that Percy is “the one,” and if he isn’t, then she is going to make him so. It’s kind of hilarious to see a twelve year old as a kingmaker, but as Luke says, she’s always six steps ahead of everyone else. Based on this, I see why they’ve swapped some of Luke’s and Annabeth’s book personalities, because I predict that their show counterparts will switch roles as the season comes to an end. Annabeth will take Luke’s place as Percy’s friend, lore reservoir, and confidante, and Luke will become the cold, calculating one. Similarly, I bet that Grover and Percy’s arc will probably be about overcoming Percy’s feelings of betrayal towards Grover for getting him kicked out of Yancy. Percy’s new forged bonds with Grover and Annabeth will come in handy once Luke tries to stab him in the back. 

Stray thoughts:

Jason Mantzoukas, my beloved!! I’m glad he can dial down the insanity when necessary. As Dionysus, he has a really interesting dynamic switch between Percy (merciless trolling) and Grover (semi-stern authority). I wonder if it’s because technically Grover as a satyr kind of falls under his purview? Or am I overthinking it? 

At some point, if I can get good enough screencaps, I want to go through the set design and use my newfound ancient architectural knowledge to see where they pulled inspiration from

I wish Luke’s scar were bigger. And a little grosser. 

When Luke said the word “kleos,” I actually stood up and started pacing around the room. That, plus Chris name dropping an obscure god, makes me extremely happy.

It is so nice seeing Riordan’s continued commitment to expanding his world so that all kinds of kids can see themselves in his work!

It’s pronounced like “They-lia” with a soft th and I will die on this hill. But also, “forbidden kid” is kind of great and I kind of love it? 

One teeny nitpick: it looks most of the campers all have five bead necklaces, and I wish they had ones with different numbers: four beads, three beads, two beads, hell, throw in a 7 bead, just for fun

#pjo tv #pjo spoilers #pjo tv spoilers #sasha review #oops i just realized i said i'd talk about walker's performance and then i didn't w/e i don't want to go back and add it #tl;dr his undropped voice activates insane maternal instincts in me

[morekerosene]

The Hero Enraged

My fanfic for the first day of Zelink week 2023, organized by @zelinkcommunity

Prompt: Yearning

Rating: M for somewhat graphic violence

Wordcount: 902

WARNING: Major Spoilers for TotK Main quests and for the Dueling Peaks stable Penn quest

Note: I actually wrote this ages ago but I procrastinated finishing it for a while and it fit the Zelink week prompt very well. I’m still pretty new to fanfic, comments of any kind are very much appreciated

“Link… Open your eyes…” The princess’s voice was the first thing Link heard as he awoke, not fully sure of his surroundings. He saw nothing but a bright golden light. “Wake up, Link.”

  Link took the time to take in his surroundings. The last time Zelda had woken him up like that was almost six years ago, when Link had woken up in the shrine of resurrection with no memory other than how to fight and his own name. Soon after, King Rhoam’s spirit set Link on a quest to save a girl whose name he didn’t know, but still stirred his heart when he heard it. Now, he was lying in the bed they shared. 

Usually Link rose before his love and made breakfast for the two of them. Today, however, Zelda was leaning over his back, trying to shake him awake. He groaned and grabbed the pillow.

  “We’re going to explore the tunnels under the castle today, remember?” Zelda said as she shook him. A survey team had recently discovered that there was a labyrinth of tunnels beneath Hyrule Castle while clearing some of the rubble, and Zelda was itching to explore it. That explained why she was up so early.

  “Don’t make me have to pull you out of bed, sleepyhead!” She poked him in the cheek as she made that last remark. Link responded by grabbing the pillow, quickly turning around and hitting her with it before she realized he was up. “Sneak strike!”  

Zelda fell forward onto the bed, and Link reached out his arms to grab her. She was laughing as he grabbed her sides. “Link, Stop it, get some clothes on!” Link smirked at the princess laying on top of him. “Ok fine, we’ll finish this tonight.” He got up and planted a short kiss on her nose.

---

It had been 8 months since Zelda woke Link up early, vibrating with excitement over what they might find below the castle. That was the last time Link had seen Zelda with his own eyes. The love of his life had been unfairly ripped from his arms once again. And now he didn’t know if he would ever see her again.

Link witnessed Zelda’s experiences in the distant past, and 1 month ago he discovered the truth about where his beloved was. He could hardly bare thinking about it without spiraling into dread, but he had to keep going. Zelda sacrificed everything that she was just to give Link a fighting chance. And so he made his way onto the back of the light dragon and claimed the Master Sword. 

He wasn’t sure what to think now. He encountered Penn on top of the Dueling Peaks stable, who heard reports that the Yiga clan kidnapped Princess Zelda and were holding her somewhere in the Dueling Peaks. Somehow Link managed to keep himself together when he heard that.

He had to investigate the rumor. Link hadn’t spotted the Light Dragon since arriving in the Dueling Peaks, so maybe it was true. Maybe Zelda had been miraculously restored, and got kidnapped by the Yiga before she managed to find anyone else. The small hope of seeing her again led him to reminisce about that last morning. It seemed there was a chance that mornings like that would come again soon.

Link spotted the cage on the south side of the mountains. He flew across on his paraglider and kept quiet as he approached the cage, and there she was. She was standing in the cage, looking exactly as Zelda had when he lost her. “Link, help me!” She caught Link’s gaze, and called out for his help. Link activated Ultrahand and lifted the cage away from her.

“Only the Valiant, Golden Haired knight known as Link could move such a sturdy cage like that.” 

Link knew right away that something was off. His Zelda would never address him like that. 

She began to approach Link, chuckling. “I knew we’d lure in some heroic wannabes if we used Zelda as bait, but we’ve even managed to snare you!” Link reached back to the Master Sword in its sheath.

“Hey, don’t worry! Once we find the real Zelda, we’ll send her to join you! Promise!”

Link drew his blade.

“Alright everyone, this is definitely the golden-haired golden boy. Get him!” The false Princess revealed themself to be another Yiga assassin, one of the many who Link had beaten. Two more Yiga footsoldiers appeared in puffs of smoke.

Link had fused his sword with a wicked sharp silver Lizalfos horn. With it, he quickly took out the two Yiga who teleported in, who fled just as quickly as they arrived. All that was left was the one who was disguised as his Princess. He rushed at Link, who parried the assassin’s blade with his shield and deftly returned a strike to the clansman’s back. 

The attempted ambusher was about to teleport away, but the hero wasn’t finished. He had never been this furious before. The assassin had dangled the hope of seeing Zelda again right in front of his face, but it was nothing more than an illusion. In that moment Link sought nothing other than vengeance. Link leapt at the fleeing clansman and drove the Master Sword into his opponent's chest. The body collapsed to the ground with a thud against the rock. Hylian blood stained the blade of evil’s bane. 

Blood along his sword was a surprisingly infrequent occurrence for Link. The monsters he normally fought didn’t bleed, and he usually let the Yiga escape since they were more of a nuisance than an actual threat. Even their leader rarely posed a problem to him. But this time, his anger boiled over.

#zelink #tears of the kingdom #totk angst #zelink week 2023 #prompt: yearning

[enkisstories]

There were days when the drab, bereft of life floor of the apartment building the Millers were living in dragged Susan down. Today the feeling was creeping up on her again, but then she found a package from the extended family in the mail...

Chris: "Hey, Tim. When you're finished cleaning the coffee machine, I'd like you to have something. It's a bit controversial, though."

Timothy: "Chris... I'm controversial. My very existence, before I say even a single word. Even if I perform at the peak of my abilities. I should state this as a fact, but it makes me... feel."

Chris: "Uh-huh, sounds familiar."

Chris: "Susan't relatives never thought the world of me, either. They think I'm something like a hereditary slacker. Only after hearing about my recent promotion and us owning a state of the art android now, did they sent these shirts, two for each of us. But I want you to have one of mine."

Chris: "Not gonna lie, the city is in turmoil. As CyberLife employees and, uh, products, we'll be at the center of it all when the shit hits the fan. But we'll face whatever comes as a family. Don't ever forget that!"

Timothy: *sniff*

Chris: "C'mere!"

#dbh chris #DetroitsimsVR #simblr #sims 4 #the sims 4

[starbudspresents]

Re.Gray 020 - Good-for-Nothing

[ Masterlist ] [ Read on AO3 ] [ Raws ]

Summary: Road Kamelot, on the scene.

♦ 67

20th Night - Good for Nothing

sfx: za—— [rain pouring down]

Road: So this is the rewinding town, huh?

sfx: zuh [reaches out a hand]

sfx: bachih [the air of the town's open gateway reacts like an electrical fence] sfx: bachih [the electricity burns the flesh from her arm as she impassively presses forward] sfx: bachichichih [it does the same to her face and the rest of her body as she keeps going]

♦ 68

20th Night - Good-for-Nothing

sfx: juuu [her ravaged flesh steams as it regenerates]

Road: 'Scuse me, comin' through~

Road: Road Kamelot, on the scene~

♦ 69

sfx: DO [Allen's weapon punctures an Akuma] sfx: BAN [explosion]

Akuma #1 (Pangu): Pangu Voice! 1

sfx: gerageragera [howling laughter]

Allen: !?

♦ 70

sfx: kiiiii [high-pitched noise]

Allen: Gah, Allen: my head... is splitting...!!

sfx: ohh [Akuma #2, Sickle, swoops in]

Sickle: Windcutter Sickle!

sfx: do do do do do do [various impacts]

sfx: kiin [high-pitched sound peaks sharply, making Allen clutch his head]

Allen: Ouch....

♦ 71

sfx: DON [Akuma #3, Icefire, nearly squashes him flat]

Allen: Whoa!

sfx: zazazazu [backwards sliding halt] sfx: zukih [pain in his shin, which is surrounded by a strange pale fire]

Icefire: Icefire hotter than flame...

sfx: boh [icefire burgeons]

Icefire: Even the slightest touch will instantaneously burn and corrode the flesh from your bones.

Sickle: Let's cut 'im up, cut 'im up!

Pangu: No, no, it'd be more fun to scramble his brains with my voice!

Allen: ......

♦ 72

Sickle: Let's cut him up.

Icefire: No, corrode his flesh.

Pangu: Scramble his brains!!

Akuma: ...... Akuma: Rock paper scissors! And once again! And once again!!

Allen: ......

sfx: dodododo [he fires on them]

Akuma: Gyahhh—

Pangu: What the heck are you doing!? Pangu: Hitting us mid-talk is cheating!! Pangu, side: owieee

Allen: Why on earth would I wait? sfx: shauuuu [mouth of his cannon smokes] Allen, side: You're wide open!

Akuma: We'll kill your ass, Exorcist!!

♦ 73

Road: Wait.

sfx: kin [sudden knell in their minds]

Allen: !?

sfx: shi-n [silent and still]

Road: Doesn't this look like fun. Road: Forgot all about finding the Innocence, dincha~? Road: Get back here.

♦ 74

sfx: shupah [Akuma all simultaneously take off in a blaze of light to obey that order] sfx: bon [they bust through the pub ceiling] sfx: gokikikiki [and fly off chittering]

Allen: ...... Allen: What just happened...?

Miranda: What in the world was that!? Miranda: People turned into... into monsters.... And I was attacked yesterday, too! What was that about!? Miranda, side: nooooo nooooo scary scary scary gyahhh gyahhh Miranda: And that white-haired boy, his hand, his hand—

Lenalee: Calm down, Miranda.

♦ 75

Miranda: How could I possibly—

sfx: sharah [the chain around her neck from which the key to the grandfather clock hangs suddenly breaks] sfx: kashan [the key falls to the floor]

Lenalee: !

Miranda: Ahhh!! sfx: BAN [she lunges for it, sprawling on the floor]

sfx: bikuh [Lenalee is very startled] Lenalee: Kyaa!

sfx: haa [Miranda pants]

Lenalee, side: That startled me... Lenalee: Is that... a key? Lenalee: Ah! For that clock?

Miranda: You must think me a fool for treasuring it so.... sfx: ka—h [shrinks in on herself]

Lenalee: Not at all. You must have some precious memories with it, right?

♦ 76

Miranda: You know how there are some people who just can't do anything right? Miranda: I'm one of those.... Miranda: When I was little, all my classmates left me in the dust. Miranda: They were all so much more capable than me. I couldn't keep up. Miranda: As an adult, nothing changed: I lost one job after another.

sfx: kokeh [Miranda tripping with an armful of dishes] sfx: gashah [dishes shattering on the floor]

Boss: You klutz! Boss: Don't bother coming in again.

Miranda: P-Please wait.

Boss: I didn't think you'd be such a good-for-nothing.

♦ 77

Miranda: No one has ever thanked me, you know. Miranda: Because I've never been helpful to anyone. Miranda: All I wanted was for someone to validate my existence with a single "Thank you".... Miranda: And that's when Miranda: I met this old grandfather clock the antique shop seemed to be throwing away....

Shop owner: No idea where the old owner picked that thing up. 2 Shop owner: It's a lovely old clock, but I can't get it to work. The key just won't turn. Shop owner: If you really doubt me, go on and give it a try yourself.

Miranda: A good-for-nothing clock, kicked to the curb. Miranda: I somehow felt as though I were looking at myself.

♦ 78

sfx: kachi kachi kachi kachi kachi [gears obediently turning over as she twists the key] sfx: GO-N [the clock tolls midnight]

Miranda: Eek!

sfx: go-n go-n [the clock continues to toll]

Shop owner: It's working! You got it to work! Shop owner: It wouldn't budge for anyone else!

sfx: go-n go-n [tolling]

Shop owner: You've got to take it!

Miranda: The clock that wouldn't work for anyone Miranda: tolled, and my heart resounded with it. Miranda: I felt as though it accepted me, useless as I am.

♦ 79

Lenalee: The Akuma withdrew?

Allen: Yes. Allen: It was quite strange. They were all fired up to kill me, then... Allen: Looked around a bit, but they were gone. Allen, side: That stings! Allen, side: Don't poke at it, Timcanpy!

Lenalee: Well, might've been for the best. Lenalee: Facing level 2s alone is still a bit much for you, Allen.

Allen, side: Stop that!

Lenalee: Your body isn't accustomed to your new gun-sword weapon, so you can't really use it for long, can you?

Allen: You're not wrong... I've been working on my stamina, though. sfx: mumumu [flexes]

Lenalee: You have gotten a little bigger, I think.

Allen: Really!? sfx: chirah [glance] Allen: So, Allen: what exactly are you doing, Miss Miranda?

sfx: kyuh kyuh kyuh [Miranda polishing the clock's glass] sfx: gatagatagata [Miranda trembling]

Lenalee: She's been like this since we explained Exorcists and the Akuma to her....

♦ 80

sfx: butsubutsu [muttering] Miranda: I really don't know anything... The town went strange all on its own.... Miranda: Why must they come after me, of all people...? Miranda: What did I do to deserve this...? Miranda: I've had enough! No more, no more! sfx: butsubutsubutsu [mumbling harder]

Allen: Oh dear.... sfx: bururu [brr]

Lenalee: Just like this, ever since.

Allen: M-Miss Miranda, sfx: soro [gingerly]

Miranda: There's... there's nothing I can do! Miranda: The two of you are very powerful, right!? Miranda: So you should save the town already!

Allen: We will. Allen: We are going to help. But to do that, we need your help, Miss Miranda. Allen: The strange thing happening to this town is connected to you somehow. Allen, side: Please. Allen: So please lend us a hand.

♦ 81

Allen: Let's get back to tomorrow together.

sfx: kochi kochi kochi [tick, tock, tick] sfx: KOCHIN [TOCK]

sfx: kusuh [Miranda stands bolt upright]

Allen: M-Miss Miranda?

sfx: suta suta [Miranda climbs into bed] sfx: bafuh [the covers come up on their own] sfx: go-n [the clock tolls]

Allen: You're going to sleep!?

sfx: gu— [snore]

Lenalee: This doesn't seem right.... Lenalee: Allen, look!!

♦ 82

Allen: W-What's happening!?

Lenalee: Could it be.... Lenalee: That clock...?

sfx: go-n go-n [tolling]

♦ 83

sfx: kyurururu [the clock's hands spin rapidly backward]

Allen: The hands are turning back!

sfx: rurururu [still spinning] sfx: zuzuzuzu [the clock sucks in all the mirage-like clock faces from the walls around]

Lenalee: Kyaa!

Allen: Hang on, Lenalee!

sfx: buwah [clock faces pour in through the door from outside]

Allen: !

sfx:　bikuh [Lenalee being startled by Miranda's dive] sfx: gatsu gatsu [Allen stuffing his face at the pub] sfx: jii— [Miranda staring at Allen from behind Lenalee's chair]

Allen: It's sucking up today's time...?

sfx: zu zu zu zu zu [the clock inhaling the events of the day]

♦ 77

sfx: zu zu zu zu... [inhaling the last of it]

sfx: paaaah [sunshine suddenly beams in through the window]

Allen & Lenalee: !!

Allen: It's morning!!?

sfx: chun chun [birds singing outside] sfx: pata pata [Timcanpy flapping at their side] sfx: muku [Miranda sits bolt upright]

♦ 85

Miranda: Wait.... Miranda: When did I go to bed...?

Road: Wow, that was nuts.

Lero: Should you really be letting those Exorcists run free, Lady Road...?

Road: Sure, why not?

sfx: gichi gichi [Road's fingernails scraping along Pangu's exposed skull] sfx: gata gata [Pangu trembling]

Road: At least until they find that Innocence for us.

♦♥♦

FOOTNOTES

Pangu is a Chinese creation god whose voice became the thunder after he died. My old Viz hard-copy translated this as "Punk Voice", one of the many bizarre "official" choices that motivated me to try my own hand at translation. [ ♠ ]

Sooo you know how the marshals are known to carry stashes of Innocence around and leave them with potential Accommodators? Like Cross did when he hid one in that rare plant for Krory? They drop off Innocence in likely-looking spots and move on before the Earl's forces catch up, but may not necessarily inform HQ that they've done so, perhaps because the lines of communication aren't sufficiently secure.

So, looking at the antique shop owner... Tiedoll, is that you??

The town didn't start rewinding until some time after Miranda bought the clock, so he could easily have moved on before it locked down. He has less facial hair here than he does when he officially meet him later on, but the hair, glasses, soft-frump outfit, and that right-hand-behind-head mannerism are all there, not even accounting for how Hoshino's art may have changed between this point and his formal introduction. I can't unsee it.

[ ♠ ]

#dgm #dgm translations #road kamelot #miranda lotto #re.gray #d.gray-man

[nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius]

F, K, S, U, X, and Y for the fanfic asks.

F: Share a snippet from one of your favourite dialogue scenes you've written and explain why you're proud of it.

I do feel a bit foolish guarding his name like it’s Fort Knox but it’ll be more fun if it’s revealed properly 😅

She pauses before she takes the next plunge. “Do you think we’ll ever end up fighting out there?”

The answer isn’t the one she was searching for. “With the way things are looking? Probably.” 

“I hope not.” She twists the sleeve of her tunic between her fingers, hoping that the remark sounds more casual than she feels. “I’d rather not die out there.” 

[] doesn’t answer at first, and for a moment Shiri wonders if he had even heard her - or whether he was constructing another one of his spiels. Which is why, when he does speak, the abruptness of his reply throws her off for a moment. “Then don’t.” 

Shiri frowns. “What, you think if I walk up to the enemy and ask them nicely then they won’t try and kill me? How hard did you hit your head?”

“Obviously not.” He turns to look at her, then, and his voice isn’t quite as sharp as it might have been. “You just have to be smarter than them.” 

It’s neat because it ties into a lot of later stuff and I still haven’t figured out quite where I’m putting it but still

K: What's the angstiest idea you've ever come up with?

Uhhhhh let’s just say there’s a lot to choose from

A lot of the angst in the Inquisitorius series comes from stuff that’s already in canon and I just added a lot on to it so I can’t in good conscience say that I came up with it, so I’d say the baby Shiri and Koyi plotline because thwarted childhood dreams my beloved

S: Any fandom tropes you can't resist?

Found family, childhood trauma, friends turned enemies, fake death and about 3572 others

U: Share three of your favourite fic writers and why you like them so much.

You, because your writing is awesome, your characterisation is perfect, I finally get more quality content for my underrated Inquisiting people and we’re also friends so I can chat to you about it in ways I can’t with the other writers 😅

She isn’t on tumblr and I can’t remember her username for the life of me (I’ll check when I’m back on my laptop, I know it’s in my history), but I did find this one author who wrote some Marauders fanfiction that’s absolutely peak angst, the imagery I was beautiful and I’ll have to dig it out again because I love it

Uhhh off the top of my head @kimageddon , I still need to catch up on the latest chapters but I do love the sheer amount of detail she puts into the plot, and the characters of course! Also the fact that there are so many cameos makes me far too happy

X: A character you enjoy making suffer.

Quizzy. And Shiri. They’re my favourites but it’s also just so satisfying to hurt them, I regret nothing at all

Y: A character you want to protect.

Quizzy and Shiri again (ha) but also Barriss, I just really need her to be happy but I need the Temple bombing more so she shall have to suffer along with the others. Maybe I’ll give her a happy ending if Filoni doesn’t (or I might just do it anyway)

#thanks for the ask!