#don't piss on my leg and tell me it is raining

[allycat75]

Other characters in this junior high drama-mystery, that is so bad, CAA would convince our Boston Dumb Fuck it was a smart vehicle for him.

Because let's be honest, the crazy fan narrative is tissue paper thin and frankly uninspired. So who else we got!

The Publicist, who couldn't sell a sweater to a naked man in Winnipeg in the dead of winter and did no vetting of possible partner's problematic behavior. Did she think the fans would be that dumb because they saved him from a dick pic embarrassment? By the way, this is way worse that any dick pic.

The agents, looking for extra revenue streams now that their human trafficking pipeline has gotten too much exposure with the biggest client rotting in prison. Also include some (streaming) studios here who have deals with said agents and need their own additional revenue streams now that they figured out their existing business models don't work anymore, but are in need of a fourth yacht and 3rd private jet.

The ingenue who has been told her value is what is on the outside and how she can make older men feel. They will give her anything she wants and she doesn't have to work hard like the racially inferior, ugly and fat ones. It's not her fault everyone else is jealous. And if she doesn't get her way she acts like a petulant child and throws a tantrum until those around her capitulate.

The clout chasing friends, and possibly family. Whether it is for free trips, social media exposure, acting roles or just plain dickishness, they love taking advantage of their little cash cow, even if he looks sick, over worked, depressed and empty. Just keep smiling in them fancy photos while your "friend" slowly fades away. But then I guess the joke is on them, because, like the destruction described at the end of "The Lorax", "Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It's not."

The lawyers who can't seem to get The Golden Boy out of a super shady contract. No morality clause? No milestone clauses where if it looks like the situation is causing either party damage they could bail? Seems to me some of the requirements reek of illegal behavior- bribery, blackmail/coersion, immigration violations, along with punative emotional damages (just read the GQ article and look at most any picture of him since last November and you can see what I mean).

And finally, we have The Golden Boy himself. The one who could do no wrong. But that was only because he "shushed" all warnings out of his head. Whether it was hubris, greed, carelessness, frivolity, gullibility, obfuscation or just plain stupidity, he got himself into this mess somehow and can't seem to get himself out of it. It has destroyed his relationship with his fans, his ability to find and choose good roles, taken the joy and sparkle out of his eyes, caused him to dissociate from his entire life and career (says it himself in the GQ article), given up to smoke pot and play video games all day like a loser, "married" someone with the exact opposite traits he claimed to desire and is now associated with the antisemitic racists he used to fight against, while displaying some nasty misogynistic behavior throughout the process. And for what?

Yeah, but it's his fans that are crazy.

#boston antisemite #boston racist #boston fatshamer #brian wilson vibes #do better #i don't like hypocrites #you are the company you keep #ai in human form #coward #I hate manipulation #don't piss on my leg and tell me it is raining #You are no feminist

[hypnotic-kink]

#Aries #no bullshit #Don't piss on my leg and tell me it's raining

[temple-of-eternal-hera]

I'm going to be controversial real quick but

Motherhood is not sacred in any religion that regards menstruation as taboo.

Women are not valued or respected in any religion that regards menstruation as taboo.

No, it does not make it better that women are "only" viewed as spiritually unclean and not physically unclean.

You don't get to gloss over women being forbidden something while menstruating by saying they aren't obligated to do it. Those aren't the same thing.

You cannot claim a woman's highest and most sacred calling is motherhood and then treat any part of that process as dirty. Without the menstrual cycle, there are no children.

Thank you.

#religion #womens rights #women in religion #patriarchy #patriarichal bullshit #don't piss on my leg and tell me it's raining

[sirenofthetimes]

once again begging clothing manufacturers to label women's pants with the waist size only!!

#originals #standard sizing NOW #if your store only wants to make clothes for thin people that's between you and your conscience #but don't piss on my leg and tell me it's raining #if your clothes have an L on them they should actually be. large. #because if you can't even do that the bigger sizes are also way off and it's a whole thing

[mollrat101]

Looking back on drafts of essays I wrote before season 2 and wow I look like boo boo the fool now. 

“The writers don’t deconstruct or make fun of [Carol, the film], if anything they find it inspiring. The film isn’t dropped for a “gay joke”, except maybe to make fun of Kiki and Ava using the film as an explanation for an emotional problem. In a show that has so many queer characters, a gay joke (the joke that something is gay so therefore funny) doesn’t really make sense anyway.”

Me: *looks at 2.04*

Also me, pictured below:

#hacks hbo #hbo hacks #hacks #i hate looking like an idiot because i had hope #gonna be like tom from succession now #they can't get ya if you don't have any hope #not really #i'm gonna be more cautious #but frankly i don't think it's me who looks stupid here #don't tell me you care about queer rep #and then make a whole episode about how lesbians are just funny for existing #don't piss on my leg and tell me it's raining #maybe i'm an idiot #but i'm an idiot only for thinking maybe they wouldn't be homophobic #they don't deserve carol

[1993]

93 let's play snatch game, lady gaga has finally gone too far - she wore a dress made of [blank]

she wore a dress made of BALONEY

#don't piss on my leg and tell me it's raining #bra from 1993

[levilaughlove]

☁️► Heads up : M x m romance, cheating/disloyalty, mentions of emotional abuse, manipulation & gaslighting. Reader is taller than Levi by 3 in. Mentions of mental breakdowns & indecent language & ofc, smut.🗞 > Chapter 2

You woke up in a familiar bedroom. It's Levi's. You have a warm cloth on your head, the room has a heater set to a comfortable temp, & the smell of a vanilla candle was just enough.

"Welcome back to Earth." Levi says sarcastically, looking at you. The memories of how you got here flood back & your eyes water in anger & distress.

"You just got better. You were in bad shape..." Levi says cautiously as if he wants to add to that. "Go on..." You say, not breaking eye-contact with his unusually nervous person.

"You don't have to tell me now — or at all if you don't want to, but, what happened? That's the worst I've seen you.'' Levi asks, trying to keep an unbothered suit but the concern was there. You finally break eye contact and let out a tired breath. "She lashed out again. She waited for me in the living room." You stopped, not wanting her to seem more bad than she already is.

Silence rings through the room before Levi speaks up. "There's more to that. I know you, what else?" He says sternly. You stay silent.

"You shouldn't feel obligated to save her ass every time. She fucked up her reputation herself, you didn't do that." He adds. All you do, is nod in agreement but didn't audibly agree. "Also..."

"I tried to call you, but you didn't pick up. Was it a bad time or was it the heavy ass rain?" Levi asks, curious. "No she, she smashed it. My phone that is...that's what triggered the panic attack. It was just so loud."

You reply ashamed. You felt childish for the confession but it was Levi &, you confide in him. Levi looks at you with anger, but you know its not directed towards you. "That bitch, it pisses me off and i've never even SPOKEN to it." Levi glares, lost in unconscious, angry rambling.

Levi stopped, realizing how awkward it was for you. "I.." Levi began.

"I just want you to know, I'm not one to be sentimental or whatever the shit..." He continued, a tad bit embarrassed. "But, I care about you, so much. She's a cunt for how she treats you..you deserve much better. Even if it were for a minute, y'know, I could treat you better than she could in 7 centuries. I can treat you better." Levi uttered.

You were stunned, it was like a confession but you weren't sure if Levi had quite registered that he basically confessed his feelings about you. "Levi..." you murmured, an unexplainable joy rises in your chest.

Levi is looking down to his slightly fidgeting hands. He hasn't found the courage to look back up to you just yet. A hand sneaks under his chin & raises his head to meet your face once again. "I really understand how you feel, i'd love to reciprocate but..she is my wife. I'd be cheating. I don't...cheat." You say.

"One can label you a cheater all they want but more importantly label her a murderer. She killed a bright soul & that is unforgivable. My (M/n)." He said. "Pea."

Your heart dropped into your ass, he remembered. He remembers the best moments of your shared lives. It all made sense to you now. A breath of fresh air. It just. makes. sense.

"I've never said anything like this to anyone before." Levi Says. "— I don't need an answer now... I'll wait for you." he adds.

"Absolutely." You finally answer. "Yes, a million times."

Levi's stone cold expression has a hint of relief. You lean in, connecting your lips together.

"A million—times—Yes." You say in between kisses. He loves the way your lips feel, he has some unspeakable things he wants to do to you but won't say it, of course. Levis hands sneak to your waist, pulling you underneath him.

His hands roam your lower half, ever so slightly teasing your cock through your sweats.

" s-so good, vi. " Levi's face heats up, the way you get him worked up is concerning. You pull Levi closer, wrapping your legs around his waist and rubbing your manhoods together.

Levi moans & soft grunts in your ear. The friction makes you both hot and bothered, a faint wet spot can be seen on the head of both of your sweatpants. "I'm gonna take such...good care of you, (m/n)" Levi breathes out. "Flip." You obey and turn onto your stomach, lifting your ass in the air. Y'know, easy access. Levi eagerly slides your sweats down along with your boxers at once.

His breathing gets a bit heavier upon seeing your puckered hole, eager to be fucked. He guessed this was his reward for all his patience. You wanted to be filled so bad, never before had you ever had a desire this much. Everything boiled up to a point & you were ready to feel healthy love. Healthy love making.

You look back to Levi, eye full of desperate pleading. "I need it, I really need it, vi'...p-lease..." That sent him over the edge. "Oh, (m/n)."

Levi rammed his cock into your ass. A heat rises into both of your stomachs. Levi leans down & hugs you tight before pulling out and slamming back in. "Oh, hhnn." Fuck, you hadn't felt this much pleasure in a while. You feel his cock roughly pounding into your prostate, lewd fluids leaking onto the bed from your sex. Your cock hanging, the sheets below grazing your slit. Levi's hands tighten on your waist, more near your groin.

Levi listens closely to your voice, paying attention to your arousal. He gets off if you're getting off. "H-ghk! F-fuck Levi.." You choke out. Levi picks up his pace, wet slapping of his groin to your ass, your sloppy hole convulsing around him tighter by the second, driving him closer to orgasm. "(M-m/n) you're—) Levi just barely whispered. Tears fill your eyes once more, eyes low & slightly rolling back, body flushed. You let out a moan of immense pleasure, eyes now shut tightly. Levi blushing intensely at you. He has such a crush on you.

Levi slows his pace as to not overstimulate you.

"K-keep going, Levi.." You say breathless.

"B-but...you just—" "I need you to fill me, as deep as you can, vi'."

Levi breathes deeply before, once again, pulling out & slamming in. Your moans in union sound beautiful, your heads are hot, the bed creaking slightly, wet slapping of your jointed bottom parts, then it happens.

Levi loads into you, holding onto tighter than ever, ropes of cum spur onto you chest, your second orgasm. Levi's cum is much more than if he were to jerk off.

After you both fall from your highs, Levi pulls out, watching his cum drip from your gaping hole. You close your eyes & catch your breath. Levi rests his body on top of yours. After a while, he speaks. "You 'kay?" Levi asks, caressing your hair. "More than okay, we're filthy though." You reply. "A filthy i've longed for, for a long time." Levi murmurs into your ear. A small, content smile appears on your face.

The second beginning of something beautiful.

#gay #levi ackerman x male reader #lemon #levi ackerman smut #levi aot #levi x male reader #bottom male reader

[porterdavis]

Don't piss on my leg and tell me it's raining

#trickle down this

[carlplsrailme]

𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐛 | 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬

summary: as Carl and Ron battle out over Y/n's attention, she realizes she felt something never before for one of them

carl grimes x fem!reader

cw: jealousy, petty boys, breaking into readers home, fluff & smut, fingering, pussy eating, breast play, virginity loss, nice dom!carl, pet names (baby, doll), a bit of dacryphilia, sex (no condom).

word count: 2k

request (1) : ahhh i absolutely LOVE your work ohmygod😭 could you maybe write a oneshot where the reader is a newcomer in alexandria and catches carl’s eye but ron also develops a crush on them and the boys kinda just battle for the reader’s attention 😩 and my boy carl wins obviously 💪with maybe some smut too

request (2) : hey i was wondering if you could write something like carl fingering the reader but it’s not enough and she wants more but carl doesn’t wanna hurt her because he’s really big so she tells him ‘please i promise it won’t hurt i can take it’ and he ends up giving in but when she’s whining and tearing up he mocks her for it then just goes harder saying ‘is this what you wanted’ with a lot of degrading and some praise at the end? sorry if it’s too much :)

you suck the inside of your cheek as you started to be dragged by Ron, sticky summer heat on your open legs as he takes you to his table to eat lunch...tho you would much rather stick by yourself, the urge to please these new folks consumed you -you were their guest, after all.

so you bit your tongue and wore a smile, slightly widening your eyes when his voice raises in excitement as he is in deep with a story you know nothing about, mimicking his features as you're too caught up in your thoughts to know whats actually happening

you're new to Alexandria, wandering out by yourself when Carl found you -the knife in your hand was about to be in his throat when you first spotted him, hiding behind boxes as his eyes landed on yours, in shock you froze how did he see you? but Carl was a lot more observant than you thought 

which leads to now, where he uses his observant skills for pure evil

"Hey," he says casually, strolling over as you almost immediately catch how Ron's face drops 

"Hey" you say, quickly smiling at him as Rons bitterly states"Hi"

"So, Y/n, we still on for today?" Fuck. why did he have to mention we have plans today?

"Oh..uh, yeah" you answer, eyes slowly shifting to the side to see a very displeased Ron

"Cool. see you then" he smiled proudly, looking at Ron for what you can only assume to be for a reaction -which he totally gave him- and walked away

"What's happening today?" He asked, trying to sound relaxed but irritation lacing each word

"Oh, it's just...um, me and carl are just gonna hang out" you quickly mumble, messing with your food as the atmosphere became even more uncomfortable

"Oh that sucks, I was hoping to spend the day with you" he leaves open-ended, half expecting and half hoping for you to move your plans with Carl and replace it with his

"maybe tomorrow" you puckered your lips before standing up with a smeared plate in hand, mumbling how you'll see him later as you sped walked away from that table

"why do you love pissing him off?" you questioned as you stepped over fallen tree branches and pointy twigs, Carl's hand gently strolling you away to a place you know nothing about

"I don't" he said almost planned, thank goodness you couldn't see the smirk on his face, you were about to answer right back but the halt of his footsteps caught up to you

"Ta-da!" he announces proudly, spinning to you with a nervous smile, hoping you'd like the creation he built just for you two

your eyes laned on a fallen trunk that was wiped clean from any soggy rain and unexpecting plants, you felt your lips tug into a smile as you notice an open locker tucked full of comics and forgotten sodas piled up on the blanket laid out for comfort

"wow...Carl, you made this?" You say in half disbelief, why would he make this...for you?

"yeah, for us- I mean anyone but like...yeah" he stumbles on his words as he dips his head down, hoping you wouldn't catch the blush on his cheeks for admitting that yes, this was made special for the both of you

"t-the sodas are warm, sorry, but um- the comics are there if you wanna read them...I didn't know what you'd like so sorry if they're boring-" he got cut off by your hand hitting his hat up from behind, blinding him for a couple of seconds as his shoulders tensed from the sudden attack, you laugh and mumble "you're such a dork" and take a seat at the fallen tree, grabbing one of the sodas and cracking it open as Carl quickly sits next to you, whispering "'m not" while he grabs a comic

that night you laid in your bed with a smile stuck on your lips, hanging out with Carl made it seem like the world didn't go to shit. he made you so unbelievably happy and you just couldn't help but prayed he felt the same. but there was any other feeling deep in you that you couldn't quite read, you weren't sure how you felt, all you knew is that you wanted to stay with Carl and stay reading comics and drinking warm sodas together

"no, because...what the fuck" 

the boys look at you, irritation leaving their eyes and their features becoming fearful as they see your presence

you heard a struggle break out from downstairs, you raced down -knife in hand- to see Carl and Ron fighting with some burning eggs on the stove

and now they are sitting in front of you, messing with their fingertips with their heads low, you're sitting in front of them with crossed arms and a scowl on your face

"so, what the fuck happened"

"Carl was acting weird so I followed him, he came in through your front door and-" "BULLSHIT!" Carl shouted, turning to him with pure confusion and rage hyping up his veins

"Let him finish" you announce, exhausted from being abruptly woken up at 6 am

though, you weren't so tired that you missed how Ron smirked at what he thought was you defending him. you only stopped Carl because you wanted to hear this dumbass story he is making up.

"Well, Uhm, He went into your house and then started making you breakfast, I startled him and he freaked out, I was confused why he was sneaking around but then it hit me that he wasn't supposed to be there, so I started fighting him," He said in an innocent tone, bringing his low head up to meet your sharp eyes which he'd assume would soften from his story

you zoned out halfway through, locking eyes with a clock that screamed 8 in the fucking morning.

"Can I say my part now? you know, the truth?" Carl asked, slightly laughing at this bullshit 

"no"

"what?" Carl asked quickly, the hope that he had for you that you'd know him well enough to where he wouldn't do something like this started to slip

"no. but I'll tell mine" you uncrossed your legs as you wore a smile, explaining to the boys that a painting in your room fell off the wall at 6 am, and how you couldn't seem to fall back asleep -especially at a time like that

so when you heard a shout from outside, roughly 7:30, you went to check it out, seeing from your window Carl chasing after Ron as he sneaks into your house, you ran to grab a knife and to sprit downstairs but when you heard Carl defending you and Ron just talking shit about how he's gonna get with you, you decided to listen in, then sprint downstairs with a knife tight in your grip.

Carl wore a smile with slightly pink cheeks as he watched you kick Ron out, calling him a jackass and a lot more vulgar things he'd honestly expect from you when you're pissed off

and when he was gone you sat back down with him, your sour features turning sweet when you saw him

"So, why'd you follow him?" you asked, half joking half curious, as you both break into laughter

"You see a guy walking into a girl's house with his toes, you follow him. simple as that."

.

well, it wasn't as simple as that. as it's 11 pm at your window is being abused by pebbles. you helped the one-eyed boy in as he sat across from you on your bed

"Sorry If I woke you-" "you didn't."

"Uhm so about earlier..." he looked away with blush stuck on his cheeks, stuttering to speak as he takes a deep breath to control himself

"s-so, I have a crush on you- I think- no, I know" 

your eyes widen at the confession, feeling your heart skip and your lips twitch into a smile

"Uhm, it's ok if you don't feel the same- it's just it's been eating me up, so it's uh, sorr-" you cut him off with your lips smashing into his, kissing him deeply as you confess your shared feelings to him

he giggles like a little boy as he laid you down on the bed, hands finding your waist as your lips never separated, he added his tongue which made you moan on accident, his tongue lapped on yours as it twisted and twirled in your mouth, he grabbed your hands and trapped them above your head as you felt this hard jab in your thigh

"s-shit I'm sorry" he confesses, you're confused for a moment before looking down to see his hard-on, you smile and kiss him again, "It's okay" you mumbled on his lips as your hand carried down to his pants, rubbing his dick slowly as he moaned to you

"Carl, c-can we?" you asked, hinting at the word as embarrassment showers over you

"y-yes, if you are ok with it," he said like you didn't just ask, his shaky fingertips unbutton your shorts, pulling them down to see your pretty little clothed cunt, he groaned at the sight, placing his thumb right at the hood of your clit applying more pressure as you squirmed and whined

you hurried to remove your shirt and bra, being left in your panties as he was left in his boxers, he move down to be face to face with the outlined portion of your cunt, kissing and sucking at your thighs before pulling your panties down, a string of wetness connected to the material as you look away in embarrassment and he simply chuckles 

"aw, don't look away baby" he coos, you look down to see him between your thighs, flashing you a pure smile before dipping down to your drooling pussy, licking a sharp line up your slit and watching as you moaned out his name

he went back in, basically making out with your pussy as he moves up to your clit, pressing his tongue on your clit as he applies more pressure, you squirm in his hold as he ruthlessly and repeatedly flicks his tongue against your clit

he reached a hand up to mess with your breasts, squeezing enough to make you moan but never too hard as he rolled his thumb over your nipple and rolled his tongue over your clit

"f-fuck Carl, p-please don't stop!"

with his other hand, he enters your hole with one finger, slowly as you scream his name

he kissed your clit as he moved up to watch your tight little hole struggle to fit one of his fingers

"mm, baby, how are we gonna do this?" he asked, slightly laughing as your hole clenched and unclenched around him. if just his finger getting sucked in deeper was too much, what was his cock gonna do to you?

"w-we can! It'll work, m'promise" you say dizzy headed his finger stretches you out

"It's gonna hurt baby, and that's the last thing I wanna do"

he entered another finger in, you how were screaming as you never felt like this before, Carl chuckled as he saw your eyes glimmer and flash with tears brimming in pleasure

he watched mockingly as he made a V with his fingers, loving the way your little hole tried to close in on em

"I don't know if it'll fit baby, you're tight as ever"

"please! I promise it won't hurt! I-I can take it!" you beg, his fingers are new and amazing but it just isn't enough

he curled his fingers up, and you cried out his name, cum flashing down his fingers as you assume that's his answer

"P-Please just fuck me!" but he didn't respond, no, instead he removes his fingers and rubs them all over your pussy folds, you wore a confused but curious face as Carl looked back up to you,

"what? there's no way it's gonna fit without some sorta lube. " he watched as you smile at him, excited as he moves his boxers down and suddenly you're fearful as ever

he moves his cum soaked fingers over his cock as he jerks it to harden it up even more -like the poor boy wasn't throbbing before-

he moved his tip to your entrance, looking back up to you as he grabbed one of your hands and reassured you if it hurts he'll stop, you nodded and he moved in

you suddenly let out a yelp as his cock moved in, burning and pulling of your walls being stretched was almost unbearable, but you knew that with the pain there will be pleasure

"I- Is the h-head in now?" you whined, he stumbled a confused glance as he confessed that not even the tip was in and you realized you never felt more embarrassed in your life

"don't worry baby It'll be in soon," he said while laughing, you cross your arms and looked away with a pout on your lips too cute not to kiss off, after kisses and complements he was back to the task at hand

your teeth sunk deeper into your lip as you licked the blood that seeped out, fuck, it hurt. it felt like everything was on fire but with Carl in your ear, mumbling "it's okay" and "aww, you're doing so good" it was enough for you to quite literally bite your tongue until it was fully in

Carl was a dream with letting you adjust, he wasn't impatient or pushy, letting you take your time until you were ready.

but when gave him the okay...that Carl was gone.

his cock was relentless, jamming in and out of your tight hole as you whine and pleaded for him to slow down -but deep down you didn't want him to, and he knew it with the way your pussy tightened around him-

his hand landed on your lower abdomen and felt where in dick landed, mumbling "fuck, I'm so deep baby, you feel that?"

"C-Carl please, I-" 

"'I-' what? isn't this what you wanted baby? what happened to "P-Please just fuck me"?" he mocked, you never felt more embarrassed in your life, and it didn't help that the way he mocked you was so fucking hot

he rammed his cock deeper, tip hitting your cervix repeatedly as his grith made you dizzy

"fuck, doesn't it feel good baby? enough whining can get you what you want, huh?" but you couldn't respond, how could you? with your pupils spinning and his hard cock mercilessly forced into your needy pussy

"answer me, doll" 

"y-yes! it please it feels so good!"

his balls smacked against your ass as he continued on at an unruly pace, you fall into a trance of knowing nothing except him and his cock, pretty veins being shown as he removes himself to just the tip and rammed it back into the warm home of your cunt

"do you think Ron's this good, baby?"

"n-no!" he somehow made himself deeper as he asked you again, you moaned louder, "N-NO!" as he kissed you, "that's what I thought"

"C-Carl, I think 'm gonna c-cum" you whispered on his lips, he kissed you once more as he confessed that he was close as well. you moaned as he sped up once more, placing his thumb on your clit as he rubbed the red swollen bud as he taunted you 

"cum baby, wanna see your cream dripping down my cock" his deep voice hissed, he threw his head back as his throat bobbed, brown baby hairs had sweat dripping off them as they stuck onto his face for dear life

"f-fuck! I'm cumming!" you moaned as you came down his cock, he groaned as he held your hand harder and shot his cum deep into your pussy.

he placed himself lovingly on top of you as he kissed your abused lips, he moved your connected hands on your chest as he whispered,

"you did so good baby"

you could only nod as you were completely fucked out, he chucked and kissed you again as he got up to get a warm washcloth

he cleaned you up and cuddled with you, your face digging into his shoulder as he rubbed your back, "I love you" he mumbled, he was nervous but knew that this is how he felt, but he couldn't feel any happier when you whispered back,

"I love you too"

an: ahhh hi guys! thank you so much for 90 followers! sorry this took so long hehe!! I decided to mix 2 request so I hope you guys don't mind! I really liked this one actually, thank you guys so much for reading & sending stuff in!! lysm, mwah <3

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[lady-djarin]

yes sir

din djarin x f!reader (drabble)

warnings: pure smut, semi-brat tamer din, outdoor sex, spanking, some degradation, teasing, p in v unprotected sex (wrap your willies!) 18+ minors dni GO CHILDREN GET OUT

word count: 1.8k

a/n: just a short drabble… tbh sometimes i hate writing the end of a smut story, i never know what to do lol. i just really wanted to write brat tamer shit with din, enjoy my lovelies!

Three days. You had been hunting this quarry for three days, non-stop. you were tired, covered in sweat and dirt and not happy. The tropical landscape normally would have been your cup of tea, if you had a large cup of spotchka instead of chasing a madman through the forest. You and your Mandalorian companion were growing impatient with this hunt but the bounty was large enough to make it worth it. He was wanted for trying to blow up a government building on Coruscant and multiple accounts of aggravated assault; clearly a gnarly guy. You knew he was no match for the two of you.

You two worked like a well oiled machine, complimenting each other in perfect harmony. He was the big strong brute force and you were the sly and stealthy one. You were both smart that’s for sure and that’s why this case was particularly frustrating. On the third day, the sky decided to open up and pour down on you as if you didn’t have enough issues. You both groaned at the first droplet, knowing what was coming your way. Almost as soon as the first drop hit your head, the next thousand rained down all at once you both quickly ducked into a cave nearby, just deep enough to shelter both your bodies from the downpour.

“Dank Farik…” The large man slumped down on the wall of the cave, a small thunk from his helmet hitting the stone. You did the same on the opposite side, your legs touching in the small space. “We just can't catch a break.”

“Maybe if you stopped picking the hardest bounties we could actually get some of them done…,” you mumbled, only slightly to yourself.

“Me? You’re the one who suggested we follow behind and stay quiet instead of just jumping his ass in the first place!” You were both exhausted, and you knew it, but that didn't stop you both from getting in each other's faces. It's normally very civil between you both, some slight disagreements but nothing serious. You could recognise the anger bubbling up in your gut but didn't have the energy to stop yourself.

“Maker forbid I have any input! You're always the one deciding what we do and where we go next! Fuck, I’m so tired of it…” You got up and paced across the entrance to the cave, like a lothcat behind bars. Running your hands over your face you could tell the Mandalorian got up to meet you. He was on you in a second.

“If you’re complaining, I can leave you on this fucking planet for all I care!” Mando never curses, like ever. You knew he was pissed, especially the way his voice tore through the modulator and he was backing you against the stone wall.

“Maybe you should!” The air suddenly became wired, a tension running between you two. You were both breathing heavily, you could see it fogging his visor this close. The anger burned in your blood, so why was the only thing you could focus on the sudden need to have him touch you. Your body screamed for his hands to roam your skin, wishing his hand was around your neck. You were ashamed to say that this was actually turning you on.

“Don't try me, sweetheart,” his voice was a low rumble that you felt in your chest. Just as he went to turn away from you, you shook your head as you sarcastically rolled your eyes.

“Yes sir.”

He paused, his heart stopping as he smirks under his helmet. Sir? Why did he like hearing that so much from you? You had always been a little bit of a smart mouth but ‘Sir’? He never thought he would love one word so much.

“What?” He stepped even closer, pressed up against you entirely. “What did you say?”

“I said… ‘yes sir’,” you knew exactly what you did, but didn’t know if it would actually work, until now. He didn’t say anything for a moment, just tilted his helmet at you, pinning you down with his gaze. You started to worry that he might have taken it the wrong way but when his hand grazed up your arm, you knew you read him right. You had a feeling he felt the same as you but didn’t know for sure until now. Before you could even think, his large hand wrapped around your throat, just tight enough to make your head spin. Finally, the tension was broken and you smiled against his helmet.

“You're such a brat, you know that,” you smiled wider, knowing what was coming. “Am I going to have to teach you a lesson?” You felt your heart drum in your chest and your core clenched around nothing.

“Maybe…” The end of the word was strangled by his palm pressing on your vocal cords. The seams in the leather gloves were pressing deliciously into your delicate skin, somehow turning you on more.

Suddenly you were spun around, your hands flying out to keep you from colliding with the cave wall. His hands disappeared from your body for only a second before one returned to the back of your neck, and they were his bare hands.

“Unbutton your pants…now,” his voice was something you had never heard before, something almost scary. You did as he instructed, practically ripping the button and zipper off. Before you could push them down, Mando tore them down over your ass along with your underwear, the cold air causing you to jump. You thought that was as shocking as it would get but maker, were you wrong. Before your mind could register anything else, a loud crack split the air as his hand came down on your ass cheek. You shrieked in response, a sting left behind along with no doubt a large red mark in the shape of his hand. “You like that? Hmm? Like when I spank you for being a brat?”

Another slap. You were dripping, your slick coating your inner thighs as his hand came down on your ass another time. The hand around your neck was tightening with every spank. How could this man already read you like an open book, how could he know your every desire? Your brain was trying to think but all your body could focus on was the low grumble of his voice as he started to roam his hands over your soft skin, his fingers starting to trail up your inner thighs. Mando used his boot to kick open your legs, spreading them without having to ask. You moaned softly as he pushed on your upper back, bending you over as you were on full display for him.

“Mmm, look at you, so easy for me.” You were almost ashamed of yourself at how easily you followed his command, considering how much you fought him in every other aspect of your partnership. You were putty in his hands now, and he knew it. He reveled in the feeling of you relinquishing control to him, knowing that you were completely his in this moment. “You're so pretty when you listen, so obedient.” You were trying hard not to mewl at every word he said but for a man of few words, you wish he never stopped talking.

His fingers were grazing every part of you except where you wanted him most. You tried to rock against his hand when he got close to your clit, but never close enough to build any friction. You grew frustrated after not receiving enough attention on your clit, your legs already beginning to shake.

“M-Mando, please, just to-touch me,” you were trying not to sound too pathetic but the way he was teasing you, that was becoming harder.

“I like you begging for me.” Another loud smack on your ass earning a squeak from you. When all that came from you was a moan, his hand came down on your reddening skin again. “Do you want me to touch you?”

“Yes! Maker, please just– please, I need more,” you begged, begged for just one touch. Like magic, his fingers found your dripping center and circled your bundle of nerves. Your whole body sagged at the releaf, pleasure spreading in your veins like fire. He moaned, moaned, at seeing you respond to him and your slick on his bare fingers. He could tell that he was going to lose control soon, getting lost in the feeling of you. “Mmm, Man-Mando, more… I need more,” you whined again, hoping to get him to relent.

“Fuck– I can’t wait to be inside you,” you heard the sound of his zipper being opened and your whole body burned with excitement. You felt the large man shift behind you, his hands gripping your hips to keep you in place. “You want me so bad? Fine, I’ll give you what you want, but I want you to scream my name.”

“Yes Mando please, wha-whatever you want,” you were a stuttering mess, the only thing on your mind was finally feeling him inside you.

“No,” he stopped himself for a moment with his tip lined up with your entrance. “Din. My name is Din.”

His name. He gave you his name, his real name. You felt your head swim and your heart ache. Not only was he giving you your deepest desire but he was giving you a part of him.

“Din,” you liked the taste of his name. “I need you.”

A low grunt escaped his chest as he thrusted his hips forward, sheathing himself fully inside you. You both froze, the feeling so incredible and new, it felt like your world was turning on its axis. You had waited so long to know what he felt like, what he would fuck like. He was certainly not small, he was filling you up like you had never felt before. Once he adjusted to the feeling, he started moving his hips slowly before snapping them into your ass. The metal covering his thighs hit the back of yours and the cold bite of the feeling brought to your attention that he was still fully clothed and a helmet on his head. It felt almost wrong how much you loved it all; his roughness, the contrast in clothing and this all happening basically out in the open.

Your hands were barely holding you upright against the cave wall as he pounded into you. His length hit that perfect spot inside you every time he moved, causing the coil in your lower stomach to tighten again. Your knees began to shake, almost buckling under the pleasure of Din’s motions. As you started to slide down the wall, Din wrapped his arms around your body holding you tight to his chest, never ceasing to hammer into you.

“All this time… this is what you needed? Huh? This is all it took to get rid of that attitude? You fucking brat.”

You couldn’t even respond, you were done for.

“Use your words…”

“Y—yes…yes sir.”

You were sure that if anyone was in those woods, they heard both of your screams.

#din dijarin x reader #din djarin smut #the mandalorian #fanfic #mando x reader #din djarin #mando x you #mando smut

[beybaldes]

your love's put me at the top of the world

Warren Rojas × Fem!Reader

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word count: 1.4k

request! : hi i'm back with another request i was thinking just hanging out with warren and him loving how close you want to be with him and he brings attention to it and it's just full of love and fluff

thank you for the request @p4landia I hope you enjoy <3

Warning!! I have not read the book or the show!!! All info I have gathered has been from other x readers I have read. sorry in advance if I have butchered vour fav show/book because I have plainly made shit up in favour of satiating my own need for more warren fics xoxo

Warren was so, so, so warm. It was one of the many things you loved about him. Especially on nights like these when all of you were gathered in Chuck's garage, the door wide open, despite the fact it was pitch black outside and a rain was lashing down.

As a particularly cold wind blew through the garage, Warren pulled you tighter into him, his arms wrapped tightly around you as yours were around him, however, his back hidden from the garages open door meant you could slip your cold hands up the back of his shirt, allowing them to warm against the muscles of his back.

Things had always been like this with Warren, ever since you could remember, even way back when you were just friends and refused to consider the fact you could be more. No matter where you were or when it was, you were always touching each other; your hands connected, your legs over his lap, his head against your shoulder, your hands in his hair.

"Get a room!"

And it drove the other members of the band insane. The empty can Graham had thrown at the two of you in disgust had narrowly missed you, but you and Warren barely noticed, too caught up in the feeling of each other to care.

Chuck seemed the least unnerved by your closeness, not really caring what you were doing or what the two of you were as long as he was having a good time. The other boys, though Graham especially, seemed to get pissed off by the slightest of interactions between the two of you. Wether they were just jealous or what you could never quite tell.

Your hand came out from under his shirt to cup Warren's face, tangling the ends of your fingers between the curls that were almost too long and pulling gently. He preened into your touch, eyes softly closed and the beer in his hands lowering into his lap between you as he revelled in the feeling of the warmth of your palm against his cold cheek.

"You guys make me sick."

Whatever conversation the others had been having had clearly come to a halt, each member of the band turning to look at you with some level of revolt on their face.

"Why? You jealous, Graham?" You teased, taking a sip of Warren's beer as he tipped the glass bottle into your mouth, you turned to face your crowd of onlookers better.

"No. It's not that, it's-"

You didn't let his finish, climbing from Warrens lap and sitting yourself comfortably in Graham's, your legs either side of his hips and your back now to Warren. One of your hands came up to the side of his face, tangling your fingers in his hair just like you had with Warren seconds ago.

"Upset I don't treat you like that? Huh?" Graham was clearly at a loss for words; his stunned expression making laughter fill the garage. "Would you feel better if I started touching you like I touch him, baby boy?"

"All right, that's enough." Warren wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you suddenly from Graham's lap and having you stumbling back into his. "Leave me and my lady alone."

Graham remained completely frazzled as Warren spoke, his cheeks red, hot and flushed. He ran his hand over his face, trying to erase the butterflies from his stomach and ground himself in the room once more. Eddie burst into laughter upon seeing his flustered look, a hand clapping on your shoulder as he commended your work.

Your head was quick to take refuge atop Warren's mass of curls, the seat you'd taken on his lap giving you the height advantage for once. One of your arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, fingers tangling in the curls against his scalp, and the other cradled warrens that was holding you up his lap.

Unlike his brother, Billy was all for the love the two of you constantly displayed - though you didn't doubt it was only because it made the very physical make out sessions he had with his flavour of the week seem like nothing.

"Your lady, huh?" Eddie teased, taking a seat next to you and Warren, passing you his beer to take a sip of. You hesitated before doing so, not used to sharing things with people who weren't Warren, but took a sip anyway; it was only Eddie. You were sure you'd live.

Warren pulled a face at your actions, taking the beer from your hand and swapping it for his own, giving Eddie's back to him with a hard push, the beer hitting his chest and his hands slowly coming up to take it from Warren's.

"Yeah, my lady." Your heart was beating at a million miles an hour at his words, completely flustered by the new level of protectiveness that laced his words. While it was generally accepted that you and Warren were each others, it had never been declared to be so... exclusive before. "Now cut that shit out."

Warren leaned back into his original position, pulling you with him so your back now rested against his chest. One of his arms moved to cross over the front of your chest, your hands clasping onto it and holding yourself tighter against him. Your fingers drummed against the side of his forearm, reminding him that you were in his arms as the tension in the room seemed to rise.

"Okay, dude, relax." Eddie chided, putting both of his hands up in a mock surrender. "Just didn't realise you two were so exclusive."

"Why wouldn't we be?" Warren asked, not defensive twinge to his words, just confusion. You and Warren had admitted you were more then friends a long time ago, even if it had taken you most of your lives to get over yourselves and just say it. The conversation had been long, and a little messy, but you'd both reached the same conclusion - you didn't want anything to change, you just wanted the other. And that had been that. "We've been dating for like, 2 years."

"Well, two years ago was when we finally decided we were more then friends." You explained, answering the unasked question that held the room hostage in silence. "We've always been like this."

Warrens grip tightened on you as you spoke about the nature of your relationship, his protective hold only further emphasising his almost possessiveness to the rest of the band.

"Can you blame me?" Warren asked, though he didn't expect an answer. He shuffled behind you, shifting so that he could lean his head on your shoulder, his lips pressing a featherlight kiss to the shell of your ear. "I'm not sorry for loving on my lady. So, if it bothers you so much, just leave me and my lady alone."

"Warren-"

Before any of the boys could get another word in edgeways, he tilted your chin so that your noses were nudging each other, and pressed a hot kiss to your lips. The brunette crashed his lips to yours, cupping your face so, so delicately in the palm of his hand, tiling your jaw gently so that he could deepen the kiss, his tongue slipping past your lips. As a moan escaped from your lips, the rest of the boys groaned in disgust, finally turning away from you and Warren and getting back to whatever they'd been talking about before.

Warren pulled back from the kiss with a lovesick smile on his face, his gaze meeting yours for you to find it filled with complete and utter adoration. "I love you, you know that, baby?"

You hummed against his lips, pressing a quick kiss to them once again. "I know that. I love you too, do you know that?"

"Of course I do, sweet girl, of course I do."

The rest of the night was spent just like it had started; with you wrapped in warren's arms, the occasional kiss pressed to each others lips as you dipped in and out of the group conversation - though that was the last thing on your mind when Warren's warmth was seeping through his jumpers and keeping you warm. Just like he always was.

#daisy jones and the six imagine #daisy jones and the six x reader #djats x reader #djats imagine #warren rojas imagine #warren rojas x reader #warren rhodes x reader #warren rojas #warren rhodes imagine #warren rojas oneshot #warren rhodes oneshot #warren rhodes

[allycat75]

So after the second fatuous Medium article...

The best thing I can say about the author is that it takes some talent being able to type up some dreck while sucking the subject of the article's dick, figuratively speaking, of course.

Yeah, I said it.

#This is pointless #Grown adults #Toxic #you reap what you sow #karma's a bitch #Good luck in Seattle #happiest you've ever been #don't piss on my leg and tell me it is raining

[naamahdarling]

Can you tell me something really freaking adorable about any or all of your cats?

My cats, at the moment, are grooming each other so wetly that I had to look out the window to check it wasn't raining.

Oh my god LMAO how many cats does it take to do THAT?! GROSS! And yet charming.

Raleigh, who is such a himbo, likes to play peek-a-boo under the covers. You flip them over him, you wait, you flip them back, and he sits up like HAHA SURPRISE HERE I AM IT WAS ME THE WHOLE TIME!!! :D He also gives bonks. He gets on the counter or on his admiration station (cat tree) and you can walk up and say BONK! and he will tip his head down and bang it into yours. Also he stands up on his back legs and puts his little arms up on you when you come home and he wants to be picked up. He's a huge baby and a cuddle bug. Dogs mostly don't like being picked up and hugged like a teddy bear (people think they do, they almost never ACTUALLY like it) but he LOVES it.

Fancy does this thing where she will get up, take a couple steps, and then stretch each back leggy out real far, like a high kick. It's why she has her name (came out of the carrier like that and I immediately thought of a fancy showgirl; the Reba song was bonus). It's horrendously cute. I have yet to catch it on camera but I hope I do someday. She has no tail, just her round little butt. It's precious. She likes to be cradled in your arms but also have your shirt wrapped up under and over her like a baby sling. We call it the baby sack.

Sid is on my shit list today for being a little asshole, but a cute thing he does is meow real emphatically if you come up behind him while he's on the counter and you take his tail between your fingers. You don't even have to pinch -- I wouldn't hurt him -- just gently grasp it. It's hilarious. He also likes to open drawers and cabinets and will look inside to see what's up, then walk away. He has little gremlin hands.

Smooch wakes up in the middle of a sleep and without even raising his head fully will meow to see if we are there, and we reassure him we are, and he goes back to sleep. It's usually a small and squeaky meow. He also comes up on his tiptoes when he's happy, and will twirl in place like that. When he comes home from the vet still a little groggy from his dentals, he pisses down his legs and then twirls on his tiptoes. Is it gross? Yes. Is it cute? Also, kinda, yeah. Just like he is. Gross but cute.

[kayhi808]

Billy Mine - Act 2.13

"She's my bunny."

"Bill, you're awake." Keeping an eye on the angry man I move to brush his hair off his forehead & he gives me a dopey smile that I can't help but return. "How do you feel?"

Shuffling his legs, "I'm good."

"You're not good. You took a bullet." The man stands at the foot of Bill's bed, arms folded across this chest, biceps bulging. If you're trying to intimidate me, you win, guy.

"Oooh. Yeah. I did. Yup, I'm not good." Bill nods at me.

I turn to the man, "Juliet Ellis," extending my hand, controling it from shaking, "And you are?"

"Frank Castle," his warm hand wraps around mine, "Juliet?"

"Bunny! Her name is Bunny!" Bill looks disgruntled.

"Shhhhh." Turning back to Bill, resting my fingers against his lips. Bill's dark gaze meets mine. His eyes are normally so dark I didn't notice it right away, his pupils are almost pinpoints.

"Keep it down, man."

Cradling his goofy smiling face, "Hon, they got you on some strong meds, don't they?" Bill closes his eyes and sighs.

Frank laughs, a low rumble, "He's high as hell. He's not feeling a thing."

Turning to Frank, "Bill's told me about you. He calls you his brother. Do you know if he's going to be ok? They wouldn't tell me anything because I'm not family."

"It wasnt a clean shot. They had to go in, remove the bullet. It broke off in pieces so they had to find it all. They gave him some blood. He lost quite a bit, but he's good for a full recovery. Since its late, they said they'll keep him overnight. They're readying a room for him now."

Nodding & wiping away tears of relief, "Thank you."

"Bill's told me about you, too." Noticing your stolen hospital gown, "Have you been admitted? Were you hurt? I was told only Bill and another agent was injured."

"You're hurt?!" Bill jerks awake, "Fuck!" Clenching his teeth at agrivating his injury, groaning, Frank moves over to firmly pin him back down to the bed.

"I'm fine. I'm not hurt." Bill now notices your hospital gown. "I had to find you, so I stole these to wear. They wouldn't let me back here, so i needed to blend in. Pinkie promise, I'm ok." I squeeze his hand.

"Still an escape artist."

Whispering, "Nothing will keep me apart from you, Billy Mine." You kiss his forehead & he closes his eyes and settles.

You hear a commotion outside & a harried nurse walks in glaring at you, "Ms Ellis? You aren't allowed back here."

"It's ok. She's family."

"Well, the Senator is outside looking for her now," shooting me a well deserved glare.

"Shit." I'm torn between leaving Bill and facing my Dad.

"Go take care of that. If they move him, I'll make sure they give you his room number. He'll be fine."

"Thank you, Frank." You drop another kiss to Billy's brow and squeeze Frank's arm as you pass him to head outside.

*****

The New York skies took to storming after the attack at the fundraiser. I zone out watching the rain hit the window pane & water beads racing down the glass. It calms me. I concentrate on that and then my brain won't overthink how it feels like its my fault that Billy got hurt. The steady beep of the heart monitor is also strangely soothing. It proves to me that Bill is alive & well. Mom brought me some of my own clothes to wear. Dad & that one nurse are not happy with my "shenanigans" but I'll deal with that later. Ugh.

The nurses are in every couple of hours to check his vitals. Thankfully he's slept through them, and the nurses say he's fine.

I pulled a couple chairs together to form a little makeshift bed for myself. I wanted to stay with Bill. Frank left once Bill was transferred to this room. He'll return before Bill gets discharged in the morning.

*****

I don't know when I finally fell asleep, but I wake upon hearing the motor to Billy's bed. He's awake & trying to sit up. "Bun, what are you doing here?"

I jump up ready to help him adjust his pillows to make him more comfortable. He groans in pain & swings his legs off the bed. "What are you doing? Where are you going?"

"I need to take a piss. You want to help me with that?"

Such a wise-ass, "Do you need help? I can have them fit you for a catheter." He gives me a sneer but places his hand on my shoulder to stand. It takes him a bit to get his balance. In a softer tone, "Are you ok, Bill?" He doesn't answer me, but grabs his IV cart & shoves me hard enough so I fall back on his bed. "Don't move."

While Bill's in the small bathroom, I try to straighten up his blankets, fluff his pillows, pour some water for him if he's thirsty. I have a bunch of nervous energy.

He comes back out and I debate asking if he needs help. I don't want to smother him, but I don't know how to help. He returns to bed and there's a light sheen of perspirations on his brow. He leans back against his pillow, a little out of breath. I wipe his brow & offer him water, which he takes. "Thank you." Looking at my wonky chairs, "You spent the night on that? Why didn't you go home?"

Shaking my head, "I couldn't. You were here. I didn't want you to be alone when you woke up," my eyes tear up and my voice pitches higher. (I absolutely HATE when it does that.) "What if something happened to you and I wasn't here?" I choke on a sob.

"Aw, sweetheart, c'mere." I start ugly crying before I can stop myself. Billy holds out his good arm to me and grabs a hold of my shirt and pulls me to him. He maneuvers the IV tubing out of the way and fits me on the bed so I'm cradled to his side. All he can do is lean his cheek on the top of my head, "Stop babe, you're breaking my heart."

"You got hurt because of me. I could have lost you again and I don't think I could survive that," shaking my head. Trying to make him see reason.

"Bunny, this was not your fault.. This is the job...."

"Then I don't want you doing jobs like this." Bill laughs & then groans. "See!" I get up so he can have more room & not jostle his wound.

"Look, I know it was scary but I'm ok. We're ok. We'll talk about this later, alright? For now, I just want to hold my girl." He pouts & makes grabby hands with his good arm until I get close enough for him to grab my shirt again & pulls me down to his side. I could have put up more of a fight, but I wanted nothing more than to have Billy Mine in my arms again.

@idaofinfinity @imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend @e-dubbc11 @russosafehaven @bustlingcrowdsxorxsilentsleepers @snowkestrel @jvanilly @terry2227

#billy russo #billy russo fanfic #billy russo imagine #billy mine x bunny girl #billy mine #billy x juliet

[iguessitsjustme]

For the BL ask game:

👬 🏅 💭

Have a wonderful day! 🌈

My day was actually pretty good all things considered my printer is still broken

👬 favorite side couple

There are a few I could say buuuuuut if I am forced to choose it's Chen Yi and Ai Di from Kiseki: Dear to Me. Because like the show title says, they are indeed dear to me.

🥇your personal no.1 BL of all time

Of ALL time? This is though. I'm going to go with my current most rewatched which is Seven Days. Also I've read the manga multiple times. It's just so...wholesome. I love those boys.

💭 something that you find annoying in BLs

Manipulation being romanticized. I don't mind the manipulation but don't paint it as something good and romantic and something someone should want in their own relationships. Just let the relationship be toxic. Don't piss on my leg and tell me it's raining, ya know?

BL Ask Game

#ask game #thanks for the ask! #choosing a no 1 of all time is the WORST #i've seen so many

[koreanpepamadrigal]

hi y'all! happy opening 🎉 as a housewarming gift, i (yun, 20+, s/h) bring what the cat dragged in: miss KYUNG SEOYOUNG, your friendly neighbour grad student ta who you see more than the actual professor.

more under the cut, with both ims & discord available for plotting upon request! like this 4 plotting, and i'll come say hi! ♡

pre-sua: much like her parents, she stays unregistered. they're living a nice cushy life parading as humans, and they want the same for seoyoung. tell her to keep her mutation a secret, and she'll do fine.

and yk what, they're right! she's living the life! gets into her dream university after she graduates from high school, and even manages to date a nice guy!

and well…. attitudes towards mutants are changing. she lets him in on her little m-word secret, and everything's peachy keen- till she gets an internship and he doesn't.

that's when he lets slip to their school that she's a big bad. she's kicked out of the university, the government's on her ass, and it's on top of the news cycle for a week.

she spins it as best as she can; a dumb, silly girl who was of course getting around to registering when questioned by the relevant authorities--- it's not her fault she found out during finals season! there's interest in the case, and she capitalises off it in hopes the attention will mean lesser repercussions. she's just a girl who wanted to live a quiet normal life like everyone else, ok? :(

girlbossed, gaslit and gatekept (from university)

goes to show that dating men is probably the worst thing you can do to yourself

'lying is ok if it gets you what you want' - seoyoung, probably

anyway, sua opens its doors shortly after, and she gets back on track! she's more than happy to take the patch rash in exchange for a degree, thanks.

currently, she's pursuing a phd in one of sua's labs and regretting it... she's determined to stick it out, though, simply out of spite. her advisor may be the worst person to walk the face of the earth, but seoyoung's absolutely not giving her the satisfaction of quitting

for plotting's sake, i'll keep the classes she tas for pretty vague-- if they take a science class/lab, let's gaurrr. staff shortages also have her covering for unrelated classes, so it's really a toss-up re: whether she actually knows the content or not.

if u've read this far... send me a welcome msg w/ a science class ur muse would take and we can figure it out from there... i'll even throw in a funny seoyoung-esque email reply... ooo u wanna message me so bad 🌀🌀🌀

emails students back at 5am. uses emojis and thinks ‘😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭❓❓❓❓❓’ constitutes a proper reply. has fucky signoffs- if you ask her a dumb question, expect a: Why?, Kyung Seoyoung

serious serious ‘Sent from my iPhone’ energy

please don’t talk to her, she has no self control and will talk to you for 4h instead of getting work done.

is also a ra at yellow hall. if it comes down to the resident vs her free housing? she's picking the housing every time. doesn't care that much, though. just don't fuck around during her rounds and she'll close an eye to whatever.

takes weather-related requests and charges an arm and leg for it. if you want your first date to be sunny, be prepared to cough up for it per hour.

always tired, but also always awake.

will never miss an offer to drink and bitch about her advisor, and is quite possibly landsliding towards alcoholism.

connection ideas: late 20s and up squad... / undergrads who love her as a ta / undergrads who hate her as a ta / yellow hall residents / someone who pissed her off and is now being rained on 24/7 / someone who really wants x weather but isn't willing to/can't cough up the $$ to make it happen... they WILL be bothering her for it tho!

#nm:intro