#i really like it though-feels really satisfying

[themultifanshipper]

Mayhaps Plus size!reader and Lando? A forbidden relationship, perhaps. Like, she's one of the PR people or something. She's incredibly insecure etc but he's obsessed and can't keep his hands (or eyes) off.

Aight here we go!

Bear with me on this one it gets a tad wild.

Warnings: Lando being a menace, thigh fucking, marking, spanking, bit of spit, also cum

You always wore pants around the paddock, much to Lando's dismay.

When it was just the two of you away from the prying eyes of the public, you would parade around in skirts and dresses, even in nothing but his t-shirts that barely covered your ass. It drove Lando crazy, the sneak peaks were never enough, he had to admire your curves from up close. So usually, the days ended with him tearing your clothes off and worshipping you. And when he felt a bit subby, he’d rut against you, your thighs, ass, tits (anything really), and he would come in his pants like a teenager.

But where there were people, and cameras, you stayed well covered.

There were two reasons for this, there was the reason you told Lando: To keep him from going crazy around you, he was already handsy enough as it was when he could see your skin, leading to a couple of incidents where there had been complaints about PDA.

But the other reason, you didn’t care to share with him. The ‘real’ reason. You were self-conscious about your body. Every other woman in the paddock was basically a swimsuit model, and although you were beautiful (Lando’s words not yours), you felt like covering yourself up was the best way to keep from being judged too harshly.

One day though, you decided to be a bit risqué and wear something a bit low cut, which drove Lando completely mad, but that was the goal.

What wasn’t the goal was the looks some of the employees were giving you all day. One of them even went as far as whistling lowly as you passed. Bastard.

That night you were at Lando’s, flopped on his bed in one of his shirts and he knew immediately something was off. As he started to climb on top of you, hands wandering, you pushed him off and grumbled about not being in the mood. Lando was gobsmacked, you were never ‘not in the mood’.

“What’s up baby?” he asked curling up next to you, letting his hand roam up and down your arm.

“I don’t know, I just- I got some attention today that I wasn’t comfortable with.”

Lando frowned “Did anyone say anything?”

“Not to me directly” you sighed “But I got a lot of dirty looks and even a wolf whistle on my way out at lunch”.

Lando pulled you closer and wrapped his arms around you. “Ignore those cunts babe, you wear whatever you want, and if anyone has a problem with that you send them straight to me”

You sighed frustratedly “I’m just not a model Lando, I’m not who you’re supposed to be with. Can you imagine the hate I’d get if people found out about us?”

“I don’t care about them baby, I love you! And all the extra is just more bits of you to love”

He started placing kisses over your chest, down to your stomach and looked up at you. “And I’m going to prove it to you.”

He grabbed your thighs and spread them, licking and sucking over them vigorously as you squirmed in his hold. But his fingers dug into your flesh to keep you still as he lavished your skin, sucking bruises into every inch of your thick thighs.

He finally reached where you needed him most, just lazily pushing your panties to the side before devouring you, his fingers soon joining as you fell apart on his tongue.

Once you were fully satisfied, he lifted your legs up, crossed at the ankle over his left shoulder.

“What are you-“ you asked before getting cut off by the feeling of him spitting on your pussy and sliding his cock though your folds to get himself nice and wet, before sliding upwards towards where your thighs met. He was panting at this point, obviously affected by the sight of your skin bulging where his fingers gripped it tight.

“Lando-“

“Shhhhh, baby” he cooed, starting to lose his cool a bit “just let me fuck your thighs, yeah? Let me show you how much I fucking love them” he growled as he slipped in between them easily and started thrusting gently. He groaned and his hips stuttered at the unfamiliar feeling.

The sight of his dick sliding between your thighs was lewd, but the sight of Lando loosing it over them was even better. On every other thrust his dick made contact with your sensitive clit, making you tense, and your thighs clench around him.

But it wasn’t enough for you, you needed more. “Lando please, just fuck me, please!”

You were never above a bit of begging, and Lando was never capable of saying no to you.

“Okay baby, but turn over, I want to see your ass shake when I make you fall apart on my cock”

And shake it did. Lando was pounding into you, hand weaved into your hair to arch your back as he was completely engrossed in the way your ass and thighs wobbled every time his hips slammed into yours.

“All this, baby, all this is just for me” He groaned as he let go of your hair to grab your hips with both hands and picked up the pace.

“Lando, please I’m so close!” you gasped as he tutted “No baby, no coming until I say”. He then raised his hand and brought it down on your ass, hard.

You squealed as he did it again. And again. Until you were a shaking mess underneath him, no longer able to hold yourself up with your arms as you fell into the pillows face first. He loomed over you, putting his hands either side of your head and kept pounding into you, changing the angle drastically, now hitting your g-spot dead on.

“Come now baby, come on my cock like a good girl”

You screamed into the pillow as you did just that, shaking through the waves of your orgasm into overstimulation until Lando took pity on you and pulled out, finishing over your ass and the back of your thighs.

“Fuck can I take a picture baby? I need to add this to my wank bank”

And just like that the moment was broken. But you gave him a lazy thumbs up anyway, incapable of speech for the moment.

Once he cleaned you up, you fell asleep pretty much immediately. And he climbed into bed with you, but not before snapping another picture.

The next day, a picture of you snuggled into the covers, one leg visibly littered in hickeys and handprints, appeared on his instagram.

The caption read: "Thick thighs do save lives, but I would gladly drown 👅"

Well, the PR team was going to have some damage control to do. The problem was, you were the PR team. Oops.

This one kinda ran away from me lmao

Lando being feral is everything to me.

#my thots #lando thots #lando norris smut #lando norris x reader #lando norris #ln4 #f1 #formula 1 #ask

[1800-lemonadeg1rl]

Devotion

Final part of the craving you series

Dark! Wanda Maximoff x reader

Minors dni!! Masterlist°•☆

Summary-your living in Wandas house, she pays your wage and the bills, she takes care of you.. would it be so bad to step back and only be hers

Warnings- manipulation, dark! Wanda, obsessive Wanda, unhealthy obsession, potential Stockholm syndrome?, not proofread!!, snappy Wanda, coercion,

Wordcount - 1.3k

A/n- obviously this is the last chapter for the craving you story :( I rlly enjoyed writing smthng different for once and again I'm srry it took so long to get out :(( !! The main story is over but I will write drabbles or headcannons if anyone's interested <3

Wanda was finally at peace. A blissful weight off her shoulders she hadn't felt in months since meeting you. For the first time in what felt like her years she could sleep the whole night through without worrying about you, your whereabouts or who you could be with. This new found bliss was all because her plan to isolate and make you hers was finally falling into place like pieces of a puzzle, a satisfying finish. She had you in watching distance 24/7 and when she didn't, she wasn't more than twenty feet away. You slept with her, the guest rooms which had been under 'renovations' since you arrived in her home had to be completely redone again after she told you they found plenty of black mold inside them, just one of the many ways she'd managed to keep you close without making you suspicious. She'd even gone as far as to cut wires in your car so you'd both have to go in her car to work, she just wanted you safe after all.

After about a week at Wanda's your cats had somehow re appeared aswell, unscathed and well fed. You'd been heading out to her car for work when you'd seen the two lay together next to a hedge, Nixie protectively infront of Milo in a motherly sort of way. Obviously you were ecstatic and swept the two up quickly to show Wanda who did her best to look surprised at the re appearing cats.

"Wow.. how could they ever end up here?.." She knew you were stupid naive enough to fall for what she said even when she barely hid the truth from you. In actual fact the cats had been in the room next to you all this time you'd just never thought to question what could lie behind the other doors in Wanda's house.

To be honest you never really questioned her, not anymore atleast. It felt wrong to not do as she asked when she was letting you and your two cats stay rent free with her. I mean she was such a good person almost angelic in your view these days. You could barely remember the time where she'd had you on your knees begging for your job, all you could think off was the warmth, safety and comfort she provided to you without repayment.

Wanda had planned for this to happen. That by being around her so much you would begin to feel like you owed her, as if she saved your life. Which she did but she was also the reason it had needed saving to begin with. Oh, if it wasn't for her you'd still be living your lonely mundane life all alone. She took great pleasure in watching the change in your behaviour to her. From fear to adoration. The way you began to need her almost crave her presence in a way she had craved you. She saw the glint in your eye when it was time for bed and you knew you'd get to lie next to her the whole night. She saw the way you waited on her every need like a puppy trying to please its owner.

Though this was a good progress to making you hers. Her personal doll. It wasn't quite enough for Wanda. She wanted more. She wanted to make you see there was no point to work when you had no bills to pay. Get you to stop searching for a new place to stay and stop your income therefore making you further dependent and indebted to her. She wanted you to be a good little stay at home who waited by at the door for her and hated being separate from her. She needed you to become this. She also knew no job meant you wouldn't have any excuses to be out without her eyes on you at all time. It meant you couldn't find someone else to replace her. She should be the only person in your life.

She brought it up during dinner one night just to see how you'd react to such an idea.

"So darling, I've been thinking and wouldn't it be much less stressful for you if you didn't work? I mean its not like you have bills to pay." She played around with the steak on her plate aimlessly pushing it around as she asked you.

"Well.." You gulped unsure what to say. To not work is a dream really but you need money to find a new place and eventually pay back Wanda's kindness. "That sounds really nice but without a job I'd be under your feet forever." You miss the look of excitement which crosses her face at that prospect. If you next to her. Forever. "And I'd never be able to pay you back for your generosity."

Wanda's eye twitched ever so slightly at your response. Of course someone as sweet as you would unintentionally set her off course by wanting to be helpful. It was so cute that she was hardly bad but it had made it hard for her to make any further argument.

"You don't have to pay me back sweetheart. And property is much too expensive for someone like you right now. I mean I just want what's best for you after all." Her hand finds place over yours and gently rubs over your soft and delicate skin.

What she'd said had made your head hurt and all your thoughts go mushy in your brain. She just wanted what was best for you and obviously someone like Wanda knew a lot about what would be right. So maybe she was.. maybe her idea would be helpful for you.

"Uh.. I.. I mean I just don't want to be so... useless." As you uttered those words Wanda felt as though her heart could shatter. You were not useless. Especially not to her. You were her reason to breath. Her sigh of relief. Hers. Her saviour.

"Don't talk about yourself like that." Her voice snappy in a way which made you feel small under her hardening gaze which threatened your every move.

"I'm.. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.."

"I know you didn't. Don't apologise, just eat and stop troubling your little mind."

Dinner was fairly silent after that and so was the rest of the evening. You curled up in a chair near the fireplace and Wanda tapping away on her computer almost purposely avoiding looking at you. For you the opposite, you felt you couldn't look away from her beauty wanting to admire her. The pair of reading glasses perched on her nose that kept sliding off and her hair, oh her hair, the way she kept waving her hands through it everytime something annoyed her was so satisfying and hot?...

Night soon fell and you climbed into bed next to Wanda. An enjoyable time for the both of you and yet another moment where Wanda held all the control. Every night just as you fell asleep she made sure to turn down the thermostat so you'd have no choice but to curl into her body and snuggle into the heat that radiated off her. She was particularly fond of when you fell into a deep sleep, when she got to plant soft kisses against you and perhaps more? When she got to see you up close as peaceful as ever. When she'd whisper concerning sweet things into your ears without you even moving an inch.

"Your mine, aren't you sweet girl? Yeah that's it dont even question what I'm saying."

Tonight felt different to you, as you chambered into the left side of Wanda's four poster King sized bed you thought to yourself about what she'd said at dinner. Would it really be so bad to quit your job? Would it be so bad just to stay here with her and the cats? I mean her mansion did have everything you'd ever need so you could hardly even imagine becoming bored. And.. I mean Wanda suggested it so she mustn't mind the idea.. Hmmm she's probably right. She has been so far.

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#wanda x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda x you #wanda marvel #marvel #wanda x fem!reader #wanda maximoff x reader #dark!wanda #dark!wanda maximoff #dark!fic #dark!wanda? #wanda maximov #mommy wanda #wanda mcu #wanda maxmoff x y/n #wanda maximommy #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximilf

[seat-safety-switch]

If there's one thing that humanizes me to my fellow productive member of society, it's that I love a good button. Elevators, jukeboxes, medical equipment: if you make a quality button, I will push the hell out of it. I've bought tons of things on impulse, just because the buttons were of a high quality.

What that device is does not really matter to me. Like I just said, I'll buy anything if it's satisfying to push. And lots of high-quality, expensive stuff just... isn't. There's no excuse for why your hugely pricey stereo system feels worse to jab your finger into than any given Fisher-Price toddler toy.

I didn't know much about buttons at all when I was a kid. Just took them for granted, like you do for so many other things: gravity, breathable air, the option for grandpa to hide you from family services when they start wondering why your mom and dad are off auditioning for the circus again instead of feeding you. Buttons, though, have a long and fascinating history. And you won't read about it here, because we have things to do.

So if you're about to throw something away that has a satisfying button on it, pry that button out and keep it. You'll wish you had it the next time you encounter something with a button that sucks. And it's not like the police can really get you for "vandalism" just because you pried out that bullshit touch screen from your apartment elevator and crammed a nice Otis part in there. At least, not if you do a good enough job of wiring.

[onmywayend]

HJ|In the studio (M)

Boyfriend Hongjoong x Girlfriend Reader

Smut/no plot/short chapter/reader has dirty mind/fingering/slightly neck kiss/cock warming

Once again, you're lying on your side, staring at the empty right side of your bed, stroking your hand from time to time, missing the absence of the person next to you. You know that he is preparing his album, writing songs and lyrics without stopping, and he has no time to go out with you at all.

You understand that he is busy at work, and also understand the fact that he is a workaholic, and try not to disturb him. However, it's been three weeks since you've seen him! Even though you've been talking on the phone and videoing during this period, you haven't seen him in private.

You can't stand it anymore, you really miss him. You want him to hug you, you want him to go out with you, you want him to watch TV with you, you want him to play games with you, and you want him to satisfy your "emptiness”.

"Ummmm... when do you come back ahhhhhhhhh joong~~~" You shout into the air, venting your infinite thoughts about him.

"Maybe I just call him?" As you take out your phone to call him, you hesitate, afraid of interrupting his recording process. You know he hates being interrupted.

"Ugh forget it." You rolled around on your bed, filled with thoughts of Hongjoong, unable to fall asleep. Despite the thick bedding, the bed isn't even the slightest bit warm.

You sit up straight on the bed and an idea pops into your mind. "Why don't I just go find him!" You excitedly pack your bags and head straight to his studio.

The studio is not far from your house, only about twenty minutes away. You open the door of the studio carefully, but hongjoong doesn't notice you. He is staring intently at the screen, thinking about how to compose the melody. You take off your shoes, which have quietly crept up behind him, and lunge at him.

"Joong~~~"

"WOW! YOU SCARED ME!!!" Hongjoong screamed in shock, his voice echoing throughout the studio.

"Y/N? Why are you here?" He quickly calmed down, and was so surprised and happy to see you that he rushed forward and hugged you, not letting go.

"I miss you." You stroked the back of his head, a smile on your lips.

"I miss you too" He rubs himself in your arms like a pitiful puppy. His members would never have guessed that their captain had such a side.

"How's your work going?"

"Suck..." He pouted, feeling helpless at the stagnant progress.

"Sorry, Y/N. I have to get back to work and can't stay with you."

"Hey, don't say sorry. It's your job~ I understand. How about I sit here and keep your company?"

"But won’t you get bored?"

"Nope~I just wanna stay with you." you sit on his lap and give him a peck on the cheek, hooking your hand on the back of his neck and smiling tenderly.

"Okay."

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But how can you really stay completely quiet? Now you're sitting on his lap like a koala, your legs wrapped around his waist and your head resting on his shoulder, sometimes playing with his hair, sometimes mischievously brushing your fingers across his back, causing him to itch.

"Y/N. Don't do that, I'll get distracted."

"Okay~"

You pretend to obey and stop what you're doing, but a moment later, you start teasing him again. Your lips press lightly against his skin, gently but forcefully gripping his shoulder. Your lips licked between his shoulders and neck, the tip of your tongue scraping against his skin with a teasing flirtation that set the fire of desire in his body ablaze.

"Y/N."

"Hmm? What?" you stared into his eyes feigning innocence, as if unaware of any wrongdoing.

"You know what you're doing, do it again or I won't let you sit on my lap."

"Ummm...I just miss you, you haven't touched me in so long." He sighs helplessly and pinches your face and pecks your forehead as if he's calming a child.

"Be good, I'll get it done quickly." You pouted helplessly and obediently lay back down on his shoulder.

Because of the boredom, your mind started to empty, and then restless thoughts flashed without warning.

"Ah~Ah~Ah~" He leans over your body, feeling each other's warmth and breath. His cock twitches every time he thrusts, and the heat rushes to every corner of your body like a tsunami, and the collision between the tip of his cock and your soft flesh makes you cry out.

"Ummm" just imagine, you have been completely turned on. . Perhaps it's because he hasn't touched you in so long that the feeling of emptiness has become unbearable. Glancing at Hongjoong, who is still immersed in his work, you cautiously slip your hand into your underwear. Seeing that he hasn't noticed, you further insert your fingers into your wet cunt.

Slowly, so as not to be noticed, you explore your most sensitive area. The tip of your finger gently traces the wet inner wall, adding a little more pressure to stimulate the nerves. You begin to circle the inside, trying to satisfy your growing desire. But it's not enough, and your delicate fingers fail to satisfy you.

You mimic Hongjoong's thrusts in your mind, moving forth and back, thrusting as deep as you can. "Hmm..." You make an involuntary whimpering sound, your breathing becoming rapid, not noticing that hongjoong is aware of your abnormality.

"How dare you touch yourself when I am here."

"Ah~" He spanks your butt, giving a slight thrust upward, allowing your fingers to plunge deeper.

"Hongjoong, I-" He smoosh your hand, and plung it along the contours of your panties, right down to your vagina. Your words are interrupted straight away as he starts to thrust in and out in a rhythmic manner, causing you to let out a moan.

"So wet I haven't even fuck you."

"Hmm~please joong~ I want you." Once again, you give him a look of innocence, hoping to arouse his desire to fuck you.

"Don't be impatient, my girl." He unbuckles his belt, and you lift your hips a little so he can pull his trousers down enough to free his cock.

"Take a seat, babe." You also take off your underwear, pull up your skirt, aim at his slightly erect cock, and slowly sink down.

"Oh~fuck~"

"How sensitive you are." As you try to bounce, he grabs you by the waist and stops you in your tracks.

"Huh?" You let out a confused whimper, now you just want him to fuck you hard.

"Did I ever say I was going to satisfy you?"

"Joong-"

"So naughty not to listen to me and touch yourself..."

"Umm~sorry joong~" He puts a finger on your mouth and does not allow you to speak.

"Stay still, don't move or I will not fuck you, understand?" You pretend to be angry and nod, sitting obediently.

Each time he leans forward, you feel his cock pressing against you and twitching, which not only paralyses you, but also makes you wetter. The feeling of being wrapped up in the heat and wetness is very comforting to hongjoong, and his previously restless mood gradually calms down.

"Mmmm~" you make a dissatisfied sound, wanting hongjoong to move, but he just doesn't budge, concentrating on his work and not caring whether you're horny or not. In fact, he wants to fuck you until he's exhausted all of his energy, but he can't just satisfy you.

"Ah~" Every time he thinks of a new idea or has a sudden thought, he will push into it. All of these touches make you shiver, the excitement and paralysis flooding through your body. As if on purpose to escape, seeing you pursing your lips and not daring to cry out, he can't help but push in further, feeling your lower body sucking on his thick cock.

Without knowing how much time has passed, maybe because this position makes you feel at ease, or maybe because you are too bored, you fall asleep against his head. And Hongjoong has almost finished his work.

"Y/N?" he calls to you tentatively and finds you sleeping soundly. He smiles petulantly, pecks you on the cheek, and with one hand around your waist and the other on the back of your head, he carefully walks over to the bed outside the recording room.

He slowly withdraws from you, removes his pants and underwear and lies down behind you to enter your still wet vagina once again. He loves this feeling, and even feels addicted to it. He will probably have to penetrate you in order to sleep well in the future.

"Good night, Y/N." He kisses your neck and cuddles with you before drifting off to dreamland. And he does not break his promise tomorrow morning─he fucks you hard until exhaust all of energy.

#ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #ateez hongjoong #ateez imagines #ateez x you #ateez x female reader #ateez smut #ateez x y/n #ateez x reader

[cobaltperun]

lorraine gets horny at 3am? (male reader pls)

3AM Needs

Lorraine Day x Male Reader (Request) (Smut - minors do not interact)

Masterlist

Word count: 0.7k

Lorraine moaned, her hips rolling and grinding against you as you gripped her hips, your own grunts and moans suddenly sounding further and further away as her eyes snapped open just before she was about to have an orgasm.

She was breathing heavily, drenched in sweat not only from the hot summer night but from the dream she just had. She didn’t get to finish, but worse than that, she was wet, and your arms around her waist as you slept peacefully behind her weren’t helping her. She turned around in your arms, taking your features, bathed in moonlight, in. Your jaw, a tiny old scar above your lip from when you were kids, the serene expression on your face. Her gaze traveled lower, to your body, down to your crotch. What time was it anyway? It hardly mattered, she had a wet dream, she was horny, and she really, really wanted you to fix that.

So, she reached up caressing your cheek and leaning in to place tiny kisses around your lips. “Hey,” she whispered in your ear, smiling mischievously as you grumbled and frowned. “Wake up,” she trailed kisses down your jawline.

“Lorraine,” you muttered sleepily though you tilted her chin up and kissed her, though a bit lazily, having gotten used to her occasional late-night needs.

“I had a wet dream, Baby,” she said, kissing your neck as you slowly woke up. “Us. Me riding you,” she told you and noticed your pupils darkening.

“You want to do it now?” you asked, lifting her nightgown up and getting it off her.

“Mhm,” she bit her lips as the cool night air hit her skin and her already hard nipples ached for touch. “You just stay,” she nudged you back, getting you to turn on your back. “just like this, and let me do everything.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” you teased her lightly and helped her get your clothes and her panties off.

Lorraine stroked your cock, loving the way it gradually got harder and bigger just because of her, because of what she was doing to you. She smiled as you began fondling her breasts, giving her aching nipples the attention they craved. She was wet from her dream, but she still grabbed your wrist, guiding your hand to her pussy and moaning as you began rubbing circles around her clit. “Oh, oh, right there,” she pleaded, your touch torturously slow as her wetness dripped down to your thigh.

You groaned at how wet she already was, at the warm wetness surrounding your fingers, at her beautiful body looking like it was shining in the moonlight. At the way she was biting her lips as she put a condom on your cock and then finally, she moved, rising above your fingers and getting in the position. You threw your head back against the pillow as she began riding you. “Raine,” you moaned and placed your hand on her hip.

Her soft moans, her face twisting in pleasure, her breasts bouncing slightly as she rolled her hips around, grinding her clit against you,.. you were captivated, a willing prisoner of your desires for her. And she was the same, losing herself in pleasure, her pussy gripping your cock as both of you quickly approached your orgasms.

Lorraine dug her fingers into your abs, grounding herself as the feeling of being full, of riding you overcame her. And then your thumb rubbed against her clit, and she was reminded of the dream she had. Her own moans mixed with your own, loud, needy, filled with lust and love as she came, her pussy clenching around you and pushing you over the edge as well.

Satisfied, though a bit reluctant to move, she got off you and lied down next to you, breathing heavily as you hugged her. “Think you can fall asleep now?” you asked as she caught her breath.

“If you cuddle with me, sure,” she smiled as you immediately wrapped your arms around her and pulled her close to you. Just for a few minutes, just until she calmed down. Then you could go back to sleep.

#lorraine day x reader #lorraine day #x (2022) #x male reader

[itsnothingofinterest]

Any predictions for the next chapter, or from this wrap up in general?

I’m gonna be honest; with Shigaraki dead, who knows how many of the League with him or soon to follow, and most of Class 1A ending their arcs as a disappointing collective carbon copy of the last generation, I’m not too interested. And that may hinder my ability to predict what little we have left, let alone to any enjoyable capacity.

The only real prediction I can make is about how the wrap up will take every implication or consequence of the kids’ failure to save or change and…continue to ignore them, brush them under the rug that is this feeling of how much the ‘day has been saved’ we’re being given.

I’m talking zero mention of corruption in the hero industry, no talk about the folks heroes aren’t around to save despite inspiring complacency & dependency, nothing to make us think villains won’t be treated worse after how Twice, Machia, and Shigaraki were treated, and you better believe they won’t bring up the Singularity Doomsday.

(Or, potentially more infuriatingly if it’s done poorly*, they actually will bring up some of the League’s old talking points…most of which no one on the heroes side have ever been shown caring about and weren’t really brought up in the final arc at all…and it’s all to talk about how they’re handling it the right way tm, which we learn is super easy for them. Turns out Shoji really can solve all of quirks racism by just being super inspiring at bigots, maybe with some finger wagging at them if he’s feeling daring**; don’t know why Spinner’s mob thought they needed to riot like that. And Shoto just made a few calls, gave a speech maybe, and now heroes abusing their power and/or families is a thing of the past; sure makes the lengths Touya went to seem silly.

Ugh, I’m getting a migraine just typing that out.)

And it’ll all end with future Deku saving some kid lost in the streets like Tenko Shimura, and we’ll be asked to just pretend that means every kid like Tenko Shimura gets saved from now on…even though that’s not how his backstory or criticism of the system worked at all. Remember: ‘the day is saved, so don’t think about it too hard.’

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*Which I expect it would be.

**Which he will not.

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If, after seeing me say that I don't want an ending where they do nothing but also don't want an ending where they do everything, you're wondering what ending I'd be satisfied with…I honestly couldn't tell you.

I should want an ending where they change and improve things; but after spending a sizable fraction of MHA's total length effectively fighting against change and improvement because it was villains trying to shepherd it in while the heroes were always talking about rebuilding it all back to normal to the very end (including just last chapter), I don't know how Hori could pull that off without it feeling like bad writing. And unless that writing gets bad enough for Tomura to return from dust, I don’t much care for that idea either.

#ask & reply #bnha #bnha 425 #shigaraki tomura #twice #jin bubaigawara #gigantomachia #spinner #dabi #touya todoroki #paranormal liberation front #PLF #shoto todoroki #mezo shoji #midoriya izuku #class 1a #hero society

[kel-lance]

JJK Mafia Au (JJK x Reader) PART 4

(quick chapter//moving plot)

Warnings:

- TW: Dead dove dont read (DDDR) Minors do not interact (MDNI): SA, Physical Assault, DubCon, NonCon, Mindbreak, Public Humiliation, Breeding, Ownership, Gaslighting, Multiple manipulation, RWORD, PTSD, a lot more toxic sh.

Premise:

Reader lives in a city where the two biggest gangs keep things line until the third gang showed up. That had nothing to do with you though, until dumb luck just happened to favor you one day. Basically You’re picked up and used by every dangerous criminal within the clans due to some alliances they had to create due to some members messing up the previous alliances. ((Almost everyone’s gonna have a turn 🤗)) ( i have 12 chapters planned out right now meaning after i write those ill still be writing more.)

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AN: Sorry for the long update i'm trying not to get evicted bc i was fired a while ago bc of a protest (surprise surprise big companies don't like or care about palestine or other places like it.) but i had to give away my cats and am still struggling i have my socials in my masterpost if you could help if not its okay ily, I hope you like it

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After the three took a break from you, Sukuna pushed Yuuji towards you. Todo just follows along, trying to make sure Sukuna doesn't kill Yuuji as they just don't know what Sukuna could be thinking at times like these.

You lay a top the bed, sheets strayed, your hair messy, your whole body sweaty and broken, you entirely were weak, and Yuuji couldn't stop saying sorry to your fucked out face. "Let's see what you got."

You didn't feel anything for a few minutes until Todo broke the silence. "You've got to do something, brother, you know I'll back you up."

Yuuji just continued to stand there. If he were to fight Sukuna with Todo on his back, he wouldn't know who else would fight with them. Todo would lose everything he already has and would blindly die for him, which he would never ask for. But if he were to go through with fucking you again for Sukuna's enjoyment, Todo would also have to add himself into the situation. This double edged sword was going to stab him either way, but which would hurt you less?

"Don't take too long..." The leader made motion that he was going to start walking towards you two. "NO." Yuuji covered you on the bed, staring off back at his older brother. Todo comes behind Yuuji, putting a hand on his shoulder before giving him a look, and sighing understandingly as he stripped off his shirt.

Todo and Yuuji's was almost awfully awkward at first. They just felt bad, not being able to tell if you were even conscious anymore and continuing to do to you what they were doing.

Really they weren’t allowed to stop until Sukuna was satisfied. Until Yuuji was sobbing, begging him to give you and everyone else a rest. He was asking what would it take to stop this?

The older brother taunts, “Maybe we’ll keep her til she births one of our children, or multiple if she can create sufficient and strong offspring. I don’t know, Yuuji, should I start a farm because of you? I heard the Zenin clan is somewhat similar…”

“Please, please, Sukuna what do you want?” He was breathless. “This has to stop, you can’t-.”

He stops his younger brother, “I have, I did, and I can continue this for as long as you both live. I think that may be the conclusion I’ll come to, don’t you think it would be fun to be an uncle?” His big hands caress your stomach, feigning tenderness to his soon to be child or “sibling’s” child.

- You go back to your room where you stay in for a week.

- A random night, someone breaks in and tries to kidnap you and you didn’t know who it was, obviously you weren’t going with them without an explanation.

-That caused you to fight back as your dealing with everything so far, you were getting pissed being treated like a doll. The person who broke in gets captured, just before he says “Yuuji’s waiting outside, trust me.”

- Sukuna's family come in trying to make sense of the situation and the others had captured the mystery guy

- That's not before he throws you to two female ninjas. They secure you quickly and run back to their master Toji.

- their clan/gang is super powerful, the twins you can guess are Maki and Mai, and Sukuna (the new head of one of the three big families that control the large part of the area, the head of the Kamo gang) had just kidnapped their son, even if he did happen to barge in.

- Megumi’s been friends w Yuuji since they were kids but they never shared that.

- they met bc they were fighting bc yuuji was taught to fight ppl who give them looks (Sukuna wanted him to protect the family name no matter what, and megumi just had that face… and when they realized that they were part of the other side they had to come to extremes before realizing they were different from their families.

- they knocked each other out senseless and somehow one was still alive, megumi sat with yuuji while he regained consciousness and they started to talk more. Battered and bloodied but Yuuji finding the humor in it while Megumi thinks enough to like his character and realizes he’s just a big strong idiot.

- Maki and Mai are close, as sisters should be and they both have their loves (nobara and momo) and we all have to go team up with the gojo clan in order to make sure this trade off is safe and megumi and yuuji aren’t dead

- because now yuuji is with you at the toji clan too, it was supposed to be just you getting captured and then yuuji leaves to live his own life but now he’s in front of toji saying it was his fault that megumi’s now with his brother (sukuna)

- Yuuji explains that he and his son were friends since childhood, he says everything and everyone's on edge bc toji does what he wants, whenever, whatever, really anything for money.

- He says he knows he doesn’t have money, but the only thing he does have was something they both risked their lives for, so toji gets curious and wants to try you out.

- Toji fucks you senseless, making you think the train ran on you were more merciful. He was trying every hole, every position, just dressing you up and doing whatever he could with you, you were actually at your limit with him, enough to bring you back enough to start fighting again. You were getting sick of it, actually you think you were getting sick.

His inconsideration was on par with Sukuna's, though Sukuna cared more about his new objects while Toji wants them to know their place and to leave when he tells them to. He had to know why they would do all that for you//how did you survive so long in that clan he just has to see how durable you are and he’s LOVING IT.

- He asks you what you’ve been through and you don’t respond so he hits you again and again but you don’t cry so he does it AGAIN and you flinch enough to stop him, and start taking off his pants. His only response was "e’s like "Oh so they already trained you."

- You suck his dick and he pulls you up to kiss him, by your neck and places you on his dick and fucks you in the air, using gravity to its full advantage, that was the start of it all before the days of relentless attention and use, you were more sore than any of them have put you in. The hitting, cuts, just the amount of violence he's integrated into your sessions felt like training again, but worse.

- He’s wondering if he could keep you as his slut but remembered that it would be stupid to start a war when his kid couldn’t keep it in his pants. He blames Megumi for having a cold heart compared to his father's icy one.

- Toji makes up his mind to help and plans to betray/kill the sukuna clan when they get megumi back bc he doesn’t care but doesn’t say that.

-He plans a meeting with the other clan the top three have been fighting over the position of this location for years and now and ofc they’re all on edge.

- Gojo comes to the meeting with his clan, they’re not worried bc they know some of their clan can befriend some of the others involved. No ones been dead so they have some sort of unspoken treaty to leave each other alone but they never asked much from the other ever.

- Gojo settles down with his group, smug and tired bc everyone needs them to fix other peoples' problems for them. The community relied on the Gojo Clan to protect them when they also work with the Kamo and Zenin gangs, the people outside are just as gullible. He sits down and asks what could big ol Toji need from him,

- “It’s Megumi”

- Gojo drops his smile. Their other unspoken alliance was when Megumi was beaten up at a really young age bc of his status and itadori happened to be there too (same elementary school). Gojo beats the fuck out of the people who targeted the kids/second to heir the clans, and left, but Megumi finds him and asks why would he help them.

- Gojo said he can’t have his competition get angry, his people are at stake. (referencing to the shifting power in-between the gangs that they didn't know about yet, and that his person was leaving his clan to join the other, he didn't know why he was doing anything anymore at that point but he couldn't let more powerless powerful children get hated on.) Megumi says thank you and takes Itadori back near his gang before disappearing back to his clan.

- Gojo actually has been in contact with his friend who's joined the other clan. That's how he knows what's usually going on with them to keep them rangled up and behaving as much as they could to not cause trouble or cause attention to groups like theirs.

Gojo and Geto were very young when they met, and since their lives were everything but normal, they were given the chance to take in more young bodies to add to their clan. They raised them together, but geto left.

Gojo begged for days for him to reconsider, they day he left he was inconsolable, especially since he took the twins too. Geto couldn't separate the girls, but he could separate himself from Gojo, in his head it's to help Gojo in the future because of the power he'll have.

Gojo didn't care about that, he didn't want help he just wanted Geto. That was all he needed, he had decided. He could have ruled the world and done it confidently if he had Geto by his side, but things don't go through when you're young, and now you're about to catch as many years he hadn't been able to get out.

- He's not nice at all when you're under his care. With Geto leaving at a critical age in learning, his feelings had been all over the place. He was completely disordered, his goals and morals and everything went awry, with the years he couldn't get himself out of the timestamp of when he knew happiness.

- So he asks you about Geto, his best friend, the only one that could make him feel real again. The one person who didn't do things for him because of his name and status, and yet left with the excuse of protecting Gojo from future evil. It was enough to drive the strongest insane.

- He asks you everything by torture, not too physical that anyone can see. WHen trading you back you should at least look and act like you're in the same condition, if not better than what you were when they traded you off. Just anything that Toji didn't already give you, Gojo would have mindless enjoyment from digging his fingers into the fatter parts of your belly, legs, and forearms.

- He’s only doing this to see Geto again. He just wants to pass the time until he can finally feel good again. He's strong, he's smart, he's beautiful, when would life be good to him instead of him making everyone else's lives better just by being there. It made him coky, it made him secretly weak willed to his own desires, so his processing was different than most.

- He asks u what he looked like and everything about him while fucking you. it was the closest he’s got rn. "I don't know's" made him reel back more, his strikes becoming almost boneshaking and shattering. He was making Toji seem gentle. Now that something he cares about is just a memory away, he just couldn't stop himself.

-You were so close to him, even if you never spoke to him, even if you never saw him in the maybe month you were staying at the Pink haired clan. But his aura seemed to have darkened when you mentioned twins. There were just so many either of you could have known but it just seemed to rile him up more. Seriously you would need a doctor and healing time after this. You couldn't let that happen again.

-There was nothing else to take from it, it was a hell you would only wish for the person already committing it. It made you miss the tenderness of Sukuna and the warmth of Toji, it didn't matter what they did or how you got there, anything sounded better than Gojo being without his favorite things. And you were barely part of it.

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[antianakin]

Yo. What are your thoughts on people who unironically claim that - prior to his talk with Yoda - Luke was right about the Jedi Order in TLJ?

There's definitely other people who can probably discuss this more eloquently than I can, but basically the argument I've seen that works the best for me is that the whole point of Luke's journey in TLJ is that he's WRONG. Luke loses himself to his own fear and grief, and that turns him into a bitter, resentful person. And what we often see when people hit that sort of rock bottom point is that they refuse to be truly mindful and self-reflective and instead turn their fear into anger and then lash out at someone else just to have someone to blame that isn't themselves. And, within the context of Star Wars, the Jedi so often end up that scapegoat. There's even a pattern I've pointed out in other posts of Jedi choosing to turn on their own when they lose themselves to darkness (Krell, Barriss, Malicos, even Bode to some degree, and obviously Anakin).

But just because the Jedi often end up scapegoats for other people's failures doesn't actually mean these people are RIGHT to blame the Jedi for the galaxy's woes.

It also would quite honestly just make zero sense if Luke was right because he talks about wanting the Jedi to all die out, he wants there to be NO MORE Jedi at all, and then the end of the film is that Rey goes on to continue being a Jedi and Luke makes the big declaration that he won't be the last Jedi as a triumph over Kylo and the First Order. None of that seems to indicate that Rey continuing to become a Jedi is a BAD THING the way Luke would have thought earlier in the movie. So if Rey becoming a Jedi is a good thing, then it automatically means Luke thinking all the Jedi should die with him was WRONG. This is basic media literacy.

Luke is unkind and cruel and insensitive throughout the entirety of his interactions with Rey. And he is very DELIBERATELY written this way, you're supposed to be sort-of taken aback and cringing away from this version of Luke. This version of Luke is broken and warped from the person we last knew him to be. This is not a kindly master of any kind, so why would we listen to anything he has to say while in this mindset?

One of the other things done in TLJ to really slam home that Luke's perspective on things isn't always trustworthy is the comparison between the two flashbacks to Kylo's turn. Luke and Kylo both have very different versions of that night and so it's implied that we cannot necessarily just take Luke at his word when he says things. Luke is not an inherently trustworthy person anymore. So when he says shit like "The Jedi should die with me" it's said within the context we are being given that Luke is now untrustworthy and consumed with bitterness, so EVERYTHING HE SAYS has to be taken with a bucket of salt.

Luke isn't right about the Jedi, he can't be in order for any part of his story to make any sense and for the ending of the film to be in any way satisfying.

What I WILL say though is that this entire storyline is pure bullshit anyway and executed in the worst way possible. It's written in such a way that it's not hard to see WHY people would jump to the interpretation that Luke was right about the Jedi. I hate that they have Luke saying these things to begin with, I hate that his entire relationship with Rey consists of Luke being an asshole and refusing to teach her anything except how awful the Jedi were when he barely even ever KNEW the Jedi. This feels like a character assassination of Luke for no good reason. Making Luke into a broken hero completely sidelined Rey in her own story and made that entire plot about LUKE'S growth instead of Rey's. So not only is it really jarring and uncomfortable to see Luke as a bitter old man instead of a wise master, it's an absolutely shit writing decision that sidelines the first main female character of a Star Wars movie in order to focus on a man. Making Luke a kind, wise master would have forced the story to focus on REY and REY'S fears and doubts and REY'S growth and development into being a Jedi because Luke has ALREADY HAS HIS FUCKING STORY TOLD AND DOESN'T NEED TO GO THROUGH IT A SECOND TIME.

There's just so much that is badly done about this storyline, so I can't really blame people for reading it as "Luke was right about the Jedi being bad and it's good that Rey is going to be a Jedi only because she's going to be a different KIND of Jedi that is better." It's so so awful and I appreciate that TROS tried to fix it by making ghost!Luke a kindly master who retracts some of his statements about the Jedi when he sees Rey again, but the damage was already done and it was too late. That being said, I do think that despite how badly it's written, the intent is that Luke is WRONG and he is very much an unreliable narrator in TLJ and people don't really pick up on that in their interpretations.

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[slytherinshua]

OKAY HEAR ME OUT ITS SO SO BASIC but i crave soul fluff :( imagine playing minecraft with him and i honestly feel like it could go two ways: either extremely cute n cozy OR chaos. mans destroying all of ur stuff.

BUT ALSO IM THINKING imagine just matching his vibe so well and speaking his silly alien language, not really caring about weird looks from others … n he’s just so :( i love him btw

actually yk how soul always makes those minecraft villager noises?? MY BROTHER DID THAT TOO WHEN HE WAS YOUNGER :( so actually this is kinda nostalgic... also i forget if my brothers ever did this to me when we were playing minecraft but i always played on creative anyway cause.... i hated dying 👹 warnings: soul explodes ur house ^_^ a lil cursing. wc: ~600.

“Once we get that flint and steel, we can finally go to the nether!” You said excitedly, making your way back to your house in the Minecraft world you had with your boyfriend, Soul. He loved to play in his free time, and luckily for him, you also enjoyed the game. It was a no-brainer that you two would play together. 

You had gotten decently far in your world. You had built a cute little house, with two cats: Kamden and Mackiah. Definitely not named after your boyfriend’s junior group members (yes, yes they were). 

You had just finished a very successful mining trip, which was the last thing you needed before you could finally reach the nether. You weren’t sure what your boyfriend was doing in the world; your best guess was either exploring a desert temple or an abandoned shipwreck. He always liked going on dangerous missions. 

There was nothing that could ruin your mood, though; everything was going exactly how you wanted.

Until you reached the door of your little house. And immediately you heard a soft little click, and then ensuing explosions.

Oh, you were so going to kill your boyfriend.

“What the fuck did you just do, Haku Shota?” You asked, your eye twitching at the ‘You Died!’ screen on your computer, the score displaying only a couple hundred digits. Your mind thought over what you had in your inventory; 3 diamonds from your mining trip, along with valuable loot from skeletons and zombies you had killed along the way. A nice supply of arrows and an extra bow, your iron tools all needing to be replaced after this.

But what pissed you off the most is your cats. How could he have killed Kamden and Mackiah just like that? Did your boyfriend have no heart? 

Soul knew he was partially fucked. It had been Theo’s stupid idea to pull a prank in your minecraft world, anyway. Maybe he could avoid the blame? Then again, he was the one who executed it. Using the skills that he had honed for hours playing the game, making an elaborate explosion completely hidden in your house with ease… just waiting for you to step on the pressure plate. 

And while your immediate reaction did make a satisfied and mischievous smile grow on your boyfriend’s face, it soon dropped. You never used his full name. Ever. Not even once. Suddenly Soul was a bit scared. You were going to extract revenge, no doubt. For the diamonds, and the loot, but mostly for the cats.

You put your laptop down, turning towards your boyfriend, staring incredulously at his blank expression. What was going through his little brain behind those thoughtless eyes? Was he enjoying your pain and agony, or was he regretting his actions?

“Theo.” He said suddenly, avoiding eye contact with you.

“Oh hell no. You are not gonna blame Theo for this, baby.” You were back to calling him baby— that was a positive sign. You grabbed his wrist, forcing him to face you as you cupped his cheeks.

“You’re going to rebuild my house, right? And get my cats back. And the diamonds. I want double the original amount. Double the size of the house, 4 cats, 6 diamonds. Got it?” You were determined, but Soul could still tell that you weren’t that upset with him. It barely took more than 5 seconds for you to calm down, especially when it was a harmless prank.

He made a slightly reluctant villager noise in response, agreeing to your terms. You grinned and pecked his lips before giving him one last warning.

“If I don’t get 4 cats then I’m quitting the world.” 

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[kayr0ss]

Cognizance

[Dungeon Meshi / Delicious in Dungeon, Farcille, Fluff, Library Fluff, holding hands, Falin is a little useless, bless her] AO3 Link

Summary: Farcille fluff where Falin rapidly realizes her feelings after spending an afternoon with Marcille in the library.

I.

“—it’s because mana is inherently dynamic!” Marcille said with wonder in her eyes. Her voice was barely over a whisper but it was enough to carry the melody of excitement dancing in her words. “Sinusoidal functions are the best way to represent them. When we modulate the output of our spells,” she pointed to a diagram on the heavy tome between them, “it’s almost like selecting which frequencies of our mana we want to call on. The dwarven inventors understood this mathematically.”

“Mhm?” Falin hummed to keep her going. Marcille was going to anyway, pushing aside books and half-opened rolls of parchment to make space for yet another (how many was it now?) tome. It was thick and bound in dark, sturdy leather.

“The math, of course, isn’t a perfect representation of mana’s unpredictability. Just a close estimate, but sometimes it’s enough. For example—"

Falin watched, enraptured, as Marcille ran her finger across the fore edge of the tome, stopping a quarter ways up before opening it. Marcille was satisfied to see that she had opened at the right chapter by sheer memory of touch.

She’s probably read this book a thousand times.

“—you notice how in dungeons our spells grow stronger? Almost as if the environment is a modifier of those mana waves? If we didn’t understand these changes, our spells could go very, very, wrong. So we try to think about mana in terms of the width of its ripples—in frequency domain, you could say—”

Marcille was practically waving around her hands by now, straining to keep her voice low (as though the kingdom’s court mage was afraid of the librarian chastising her).

“—which is why it was so important to learn Fourier transforms back in school. It helped us visualize—uh. Falin?” Marcille tilted her head “What’s funny?”.

Oh. She was smiling.  

“I wasn’t laughing.” It was true. Falin looked at the parchment in front of her, noticing (with some embarrassment) that she forgot to keep writing and left a blotchy mess of ink on her notes. She was supposed to be researching too. “I just think you look good.”

This made Marcille blink. Then it made her laugh, an amused puff of air out her nose. “Hunched over dusty books?”

“Yup,” Falin said earnestly with a sweet smile. Marcille really was. She looked in her element—happy and content amongst troves of knowledge waiting to be unearthed. She looked happy, with stray locks of hair falling along the side of her face, coming undone from the braid Chilchuck made this morning. She loved the way Marcille picked at the corners of pages while she read—as if she couldn’t wait to turn them. She loved the little gasp of incredulity whenever Marcille discovered something preposterous and new. She had an insatiable appetite for finding out more, and more, and more and Falin found herself utterly captivated by it.

Marcille—a little red in the face—thanked her.

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II.

Ha! There it was! An hour into their trip to the library, Falin finally found something. A thin chapter on magical vectors, containing a table of coefficients they might need. “Marcille!” Falin excitedly whispered, folding the corner of the page into a little dog ear (inwardly apologizing to the girl across her).

“I found an—uh—I—”

Falin sputtered.

Marcille was looking at her with round, excited eyes. “What did you find?”

She forgot was she was going to say. Completely. Except the realization that she’s just seen the most beautiful shade of green she ever had seen in her life. And Falin didn’t really know what else to do with that fact so—

“Marcille,” Falin knit her eyebrows, looking between her book and feeling a little shy and confused. “Your eyes are pretty.”

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III.

Research had turned into a hopeless case.

For Falin, at least, because Marcille had dipped into a whole other world in her books despite sitting an arm’s length across from her.

Falin allowed herself the luxury of simply watching.

She was self-aware enough to realize that Marcille was the likely cause of her diminishing focus. But why? And when did it start? It isn’t like thinking Marcille was pretty was anything knew. She’d known that the whole time they’d been friends.

But today she felt like a hooked fished, unsuspectingly ensnared and slowly being reeled into… something.

Marcille let out a thoughtful hum—probably puzzling pieces together in her head. She had one hand fiddling with the corner of her book, and her chin resting on the back of her other.

Falin didn’t even realize that she was holding her breath. Her stomach felt weird in the prettiest way.

She decided they could use a break, maybe invite her brother for some afternoon snacks before finishing up for the day—hunger was bubbling in her stomach.

“Would you like to take a break with me?”

“Mmm,” Marcille hummed, eyes still glued to the pages. “Ten more minutes?”

“Turns into to forty and then some,” Falin teased.

“I mean!” Marcille was flustered. She finally tore her eyes away to look up at Falin. “Okay, it might. But if you’re hungry we should take a break. I plan to come back anyway.”

“I’m not hungry,” which may not have been true, per se, but Falin always struggled with saying no and it didn’t bother her all that much.  

Marcille squinted at her. “Are you sure?”

Falin flushed a little. “Don’t worry about—”

“You’re hungry.” Marcille crossed her arms. “We can compromise, I promise to wrap it up in twenty minutes?”

“Thanks,” Falin said in a small, sheepish voice. Marcille Donato and ‘compromise’ is no small feat.

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IV.

Eating didn’t really help her focus. If anything, it just made her a little sleepy.

They were back from a break that went by too fast—but at least they were full, and it was nice to see her brother.

At this point in the afternoon Falin had given up all pretense of working. She had a book on gardening opened in front of her (she wanted to cultivate mandrakes for cake—Laios was ecstatic, Marcille horrified). She didn’t know how Marcille could do it, powering through hours of reading for entire afternoons. She stretched, pulling her arms upwards while she yawned.

Marcille watched her quietly.

“I feel like I’m keeping you here,” she pouted.

As soon as Falin had set her arms down on the table, Marcille reached out to gently touch her elbow. She liked to do that, Falin noticed, to run her fingers along the feathers of her arms. It felt nice, so she always let her.

“Mm-mm,” Falin shook her head. “You’re not.”

“You’ll tell me when you want to go?”

“I will.”

“Mmkay,” This seems to have satisfied Marcille who looked back towards her work. Her hand, however, lingered, only moving to loosely tangle her fingers around Falin’s. It’s not a novel action—a habit from when they were younger—but today was a confusing day for Falin and all she could do was stare at their hands.

There was a prickling heat that traveled up her neck—a foreign and curious feeling.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Marcille’s dissatisfied grunt. Something was frustrating her—her brows were knit and her green eyes narrowed. Then she bit her lip, perfect and pink and soft.

Falin was barely aware of how hard she had swallowed.

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V.

Finally, once the hour of sunset arrived, Marcille looked ready to go.

Falin was flushed and may have felt delirious.

Marcille didn’t let go for an entire hour—going back and forth between her fingers and the soft feathers of her arms. She did it as though it soothed her, flipping through pages like Falin wasn’t burning red in the ears two feet away from her. Falin had been pretending to write but ended up drawing comical doodles along the margins of her parchment just to distract herself, but even that wasn’t working anymore.

“I know it’s a little selfish,” Marcille looked to the side with puffed cheeks. “But I didn’t want you to go.”

“It isn’t selfish. I wanted to stay,” Falin reassured her.

“You just didn’t seem very comfortable,” Marcille stared at her a little too hard. “You’re all red and—” She put her palm up to Falin’s cheek. “Are you okay?”

Falin’s mouth felt dry. “Yeah,” She said breathlessly. “It’s just—” She tried to string together an explanation but found that it was difficult when she was still looking for one herself. Interestingly, when backed up into a corner, Falin’s flight or fight response often resulted in unfiltered candidness. “You look beautiful.”

“Uhm,” Marcille looked pleasantly confused. “Thank you?”

“I—”

She didn’t really know… she what, exactly?  

“Falin?”

Marcille looked concerned but reluctant to push the issue. She pulled back, throwing her hair behind her shoulders. Falin recognized it. It was something she did whenever she started thinking too hard. Falin’s gaze followed the motion—the smooth flick of her wrist to throw her curtain of lovely golden hair back. Little strands came loose and were left behind, small slivers of gold falling forward on her shoulders, above the shape of Marcille’s perfectly sculpted collarbones and—

Falin’s quill had snapped in her hand.

It surprised them both.

“Oh.”

It finally clicked. She blinked at Marcille—disheveled from an afternoon of work and looking absolutely perfect.

“Oh, wow.”

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fin

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A/N:

the way i left my job early for "something urgent at home" and then just wrote this :-) I haven't written fanfic in a very long time so I feel like I no longer know how to, but Farcille just re-wired the circuit boards in my brain and I had to do this. I gift this to my friends: toasty, tato, and icarus for letting me scream in their general direction about these two. Love y'all!

#dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #farcille #falin touden #marcille donato #dunmeshi #falin #marcille #fluff #falin x marcille #just cute things

[lover-of-mine]

Personally, I like Tommy as a character, and I’m okay with BT for the time being, though I don’t really ship it. The biggest feature Tommy brought to the table this season was to make Buck realize he’s bi. But you could have replaced him with any random guy and I would have been just as happy about it.

My biggest issue is the toxicity from the BT stans. As in, I don’t appreciate being called a homophobe for thinking that the daddy-kink comment was out of place at the dinner date.

Look, we’re all part of the same fandom and if it makes you happy, go smash your Barbie doll’s faces together. Have fun with it. I support you 100%.

But the fact of the matter is that up until now, most of the things relating to Tommy come from head canons and Lou’s cameos. There isn’t much in the source material to go by. Mostly because he didn’t get a lot of screentime, and the writing of the scenes he’s been in, has been questionable. It’s not a very realistic show so why couldn’t they dress Tommy up for the bachelor party? It would have meant the world to Buck. (Oh, but guess who suggested matching outfits because he cares a whole lot about him?)

Yet, people are out here celebrating these two like it’s the most romantic thing since sliced bread. It’s jarring to see, how many people - especially former Buddie stans - jumped ships at the first opportunity they got. I don’t know if it’s a thing of instant gratification of having Buck in a queer relationship canonically or something else, but I don’t like it. The whole thing makes me worry, the show runners will change course to cater to the BT supporters and push for BT endgame. That would be the least satisfying ending to both Buck’s and Eddie’s story.

I will be honest with you, I think most of my dislike of Tommy comes from the way I am being called names because of him all season, it kinda kills a character's chances when the following of them gets so aggressive, he aggravates me more because of the way fandom treats him than because of anything he did this season because he was barely there this season beyond showing Buck he's bi, like you said. The fandom created this version of him and his relationship with Buck that's not backed by canon, because his scenes lack depth and the writers are not helping him at all and the way people flipped is actually disconcerting. Especially with how willing they are to attack everyone who doesn't agree they are the best thing to ever grace their television. But honestly, considering the way that buddie was still very much present and very much displaying the partnership and love they always had, I still think Tommy is a stepping stone that they are dragging out because it gave them better publicity that they were expecting. Buddie was the only thing that was handled carefully in both Buck and Eddie's storylines the whole season, they know the potential they have there, so I will keep the hope that they'll let this story unfold in a satisfying way. And yeah, it would be extremely unsatisfying to see Buck end up with Tommy with the way Buck was constructed and I like to believe they were way too careful with the construction of Buck in the love interest archetype to fumble the pass in the 2 yard line (I know that's not a saying but my brain is in football mode for some reason bear with me) and not give Buck the conclusion of that when they have been building Eddie in the way to fight that archetype by giving Buck someone who just loves him. And because no one they introduce for Eddie is gonna feel as satisfying as Buck with the way they kept playing up the way Buck is Eddie's life partner. And Buck is quite literally the only thing the show is allowing Eddie to keep. It would be unsatisfying to watch them end up with other people and that was very clearly exemplified by the season 6 finale and the way their ending were very 😬😬 yk? I have faith we will get there.

#my biggest fear is the show smashing them together in the last 10 minutes of the last episode #but i think if it all failed they would be smashed together in the last 10 minutes of the last episode #just so they can say they did it #but yeah #i have faith #queer eddie is coming and things will evolve #hopefully lol #911 #911 spoilers #i really need a tag for asks #anon 😌 #anti bucktommy

[hungry-tum-stuff]

Your character and their friends just ate lunch, but your character has a notoriously big appetite, and it's not long before they're hungry again. They feel silly saying so when their friends are still plenty full, so they keep quiet about it, intending to eat when they return home. Eventually, though, their rumbly belly gives them away, and their amused friends urge them to have a snack.

absolutely adore your writing & ocs btw

Thank you so much! It really means a lot to me when folks like my characters and my writing :D

For the first time in awhile, Buck had a weekend off.

This didn’t happen often. He usually only closed up his auto repair shop on Fridays and reopened on Saturday, but his buddies Lenny and Bruce, two of his regulars, had planned a fishing trip and invited Buck and Dante. Dante wasn’t on a case at the moment and Buck ran the auto repair himself, so he figured it wasn’t the worst idea in the world to close up shop and take a weekend to relax.

But it was also the weekend just before the full moon, which meant that Buck’s appetite was in full swing. Despite Dante worrying about it, Buck wasn’t going to turn during the trip. But he would sure as hell feel it coming.

Buck already had a pretty big appetite to begin with, being as tall as he was. He could clean his plate at any restaurant, he always took seconds, and he snacked frequently throughout the day. Now that he wasn’t a high school football player anymore and instead just beginning his thirties, his healthy appetite had left him with a strong physique and a soft middle. But during the days leading up to the full moon he just felt like a bottomless pit: Whatever he ate never seemed to be enough. Thankfully Dante was an excellent cook and had done enough research on werewolves to help keep his tummy quite satisfied, but when it wasn’t, it made sure everyone knew just how hungry he was.

During the drive up to the lakeside town his stomach had started to growl despite having eaten breakfast less than two hours ago, and as a result he’d had to endure Lenny and Bruce making jabs at him about his belly whenever it made itself known during the ride. They’d stopped at a diner as soon as they rolled into town, and were just now heading out to shop for supplies for their trip.

“That should keep Buck full for about thirty minutes.” Bruce teased, leading the pack down the street and towards the supermarket.

“Yeah well I’ll be full until dinnertime…” Lenny groaned, rubbing his stomach as Buck scratched his neck bashfully at the comment.

“I’m sure I’ll be fine until then too fellas.” He insisted, at which Dante raised an eyebrow in his direction. They’d all eaten a lot: All four men had gotten some variety of sandwich or lunch special with a side, and three of them were leaving the restaurant positively stuffed. And while Buck did feel fine, he also felt like he had enough room for a second course.

“I hope so, because we got a lotta shit to do until then.” Bruce said as he grabbed a cart. “Speaking of, Dante, you wanna find something for dinner tonight? Buck here tells me you’re a hell of a cook.”

“Oh yeah, no problem.” Dante agreed, smiling slightly at Buck.

“And we will find the rest of the shit for the cabin.” Lenny interjected, and they peeled off to hunt for their respective things. Buck tagged along with Lenny and Bruce because he knew they’d end up at the fishing counter, and he had to get some bait and tackle of his own. But not too long into their shopping, Buck felt that persistent ache begin to gnaw at his stomach again. He rubbed it discreetly and just hoped it would stay quiet as his friends were hemming and hawing over which bait was better and which hooks they should use, and the store was loud enough that any noises his tummy made weren’t too noticeable.

But once they rolled around to the food section to start picking up snacks, Buck found it much harder to ignore his tummy. It was definitely never a good idea to shop on an empty stomach, because now food was the only thing on his mind after walking through aisle after aisle of snacks, desserts, frozen treats, and everything in between. His tummy was already rumbling something fierce, but thankfully the hum of the freezers and whatever conversation Lenny and Bruce were having was enough to keep the attention off his noisy gut.

Eventually they regrouped with Dante by the produce section, flagging him down as they scanned for an open checkout lane.

“Wha’d you get for dinner?” Bruce called as they walked over to meet him, and Dante held up some of his ingredients triumphantly. Buck watched the package of raw chicken like it was a steak being waved right in front of him.

“I’m making one of Buck’s favorites: Chicken Scampi.” Dante proclaimed, only for Buck’s stomach to howl a terribly loud and hollow-sounding noise. He slapped a hand over his belly and chuckled nervously.

“Sorry, I s’pose I’m just really looking forward to that Chicken Scampi.” The other guys chuckled too, but Dante made sure to give him a pointed look that came across as worried.

“Well could you make it now Dante? Doesn’t sound like he can wait much longer.” Lenny joked as they got into line. Considering Buck’s stomach was snarling over the beeping of the cash registers, he was probably right.

“No, but I can get him a snack.” Dante insisted, piling his ingredients on the belt and adding a few extra bags of beef jerky on there with them. And as soon as they were checked out, Dante shoved them into Buck’s hands as Lenny and Bruce checked out their things.

“Eat.” Dante said sternly, standing beside the other. “This is your time off too y’know, so don’t worry about trying to follow our eating schedules. I know you hate being hungry.”

Buck tore open a bag of jerky and immediately stuffed as many pieces as he could fit into his mouth. Minding his manners, he did finish chewing before he got out a “Thank you, honey.” between bites. Dante just gave Buck’s belly an affectionate pat.

“Anytime. And don’t worry, I got enough to feed a family of ten, so make sure you eat you fill tonight.” Dante pointed at Buck sternly, as if he needed to be convinced.

“That shouldn’t be no problem at all.”

#finally… Buck tummy #thank you for the ask! #and the very nice compliment! #sfw hunger kink #tummy kink #stomach growling #hunger kink #tummy #belly kink #original characters

[sea-changed]

@selfconsciousfangirl replied to a post: I am so Jack Rackham 4.10 speech about Band of Brothers

How can I persuade you to write this essay

@sacrebloodybleu replied to a post: I am so Jack Rackham 4.10 speech about Band of Brothers

I would 100% read this essay

Well, this is not the essay, but these are something like notes for one section of the essay:

i. Of course, Band of Brothers positions itself so weirdly in regards to what is “true” in its story, given the way that they include the interviews with the real-life veterans at the beginning of each episode; it’s almost as if they’re setting up the meat of the episodes as a sort of documentary dramatization rather than a work of fiction. It’s the camera focusing in on the elderly Ryan‘s eye in Saving Private Ryan: if you could see into these men’s memories, this is what you’d see.

ii. That said, the mere fact that Band of Brothers is not accurate to the historical record is not particularly interesting to me; like, of course it’s not! (And I think overall it does a good job of deploying its accuracy where it counts, in the little details that make the world of he show feel real and lived-in.) To create a narrative out of real life, things have to be cut and changed; that’s how stories work. But I think what’s most interesting to me is the very fact of that narrativization, and if whether in the course of that process you lose essential truth about the war experience not in the negative cutting away or changing of documented facts but rather in the positive creation of coherent narrative.

iii. This is also one of the reasons I found reading Webster's memoir so interesting, because while it is a traditional narrative in the barest sense it never tries to make sense of what's happening by giving it greater symbolic meaning or explaining why. It's a series of events that never really coheres into a story.

(And, of course, it has to be considered that Webster never (to my understanding) "signed off" of the text that ended up being published as Parachute Infantry and that it is incomplete, but I think it's telling that the text that we have is fairly polished and shows no interest in this kind of narrativizing.)

iv. This is also closer to how I remember Leckie's and Sledge's memoirs reading (though it's been many years since I read either of them and may not be remembering clearly). I certainly think The Pacific benefits from the direct adaptation of their own accounts without the interlocution of an Ambrose figure. Indeed--though this is a whole different essay--I would argue that in some ways The Pacific is more successful as a war story because of one of its more frustrating qualities as a TV show, i.e., that the narrative is fractured and incoherent in the literal sense, lacking cohesion.

v. Reading/rereading Catch-22 and Slaughterhouse-Five recently, one of the most interesting things about both of these novels is the way they fracture traditional narrative structure in a way that removes any greater justifying causality--nothing happens for a greater reason or results in a greater good, it just happens. These novels are of course much more sophisticated on a narrative level than any of the memoirs (or The Pacific), and they are both fiction with extra-real elements that is some ways place them outside the direct confines of this discussion, but I think they support the idea that resisting coherent narrativization is key to obtaining something nearer to historical "truth" than mythology in war narratives.

vi. Band of Brothers succeeds as a story in part because it fulfills our expectations for what a story should be, and is satisfying because of that. There is greater meaning to the war, the enemy is comfortingly evil but also comfortingly intelligible, personal character and meaningful friendships are created in this unique and special crucible. The stories we want to believe, those are the ones that survive.

#was going to make a joke about being briefly possessed by the spirit of tim o'brien but it turns out tim o'brien is very much still alive #SORRY TIM O'BRIEN #band of brothers #the pacific #books tag

[useless-prophet]

GUESS WHO GOT THEIR STORMLIGHT BOX TODAY?

Beware Canadians between the conversion to CAD and duties it totals to around $150! But I expected the high price and shipping was very fast, around 3 days. Review of stuff inside:

The Syl pin is adorable, and the colors turned out really well! It is a rubber backing though so it might not be as secure since there is no screw or latch mechanism.

The Oathbringer sword is larger than I expected - around the size of my palm and with a decent bit of weight to it. It is not that sharp for safety reasons, I assume, but a cool sword if not a bit big for a keychain.

Haven’t opened the air fresheners yet so I don’t actually know if they smell good, but the art is gorgeous and each one is individually sealed with a little loop to hang it by!

The bag is so. Soft. I know it’s synthetic leather but the texture is so soft and nice to feel! The tan color is a little drab but it looks pretty cute overall. On the smaller side and looks like it’s meant to be a shoulder bag (though I think there are straps on the back to turn it into a tiny backpack) and a lot of pockets (6+?) of various sizes.

Pretty satisfied so far and excited to get to use it!

#stormlight archive #brandon sanderson #cosmere #unboxing

[nostimroads]

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A re-freshing fresh water fish stimboard for @b0nebr0thel

#stimboard #stimming #fish #freshwater #freshwater fish #fish stimboard #freshwater fish stimboard #green #blue #aqua #water #stones #river #lake #slime #leaves #got a little abstract with it so it wasn't only gifs of fish #i really like it though-feels really satisfying

[koipalm]

jon and martin WEDDING! ^_^ as promised

#it really feels nice to keep promises about art.... ah.... #anyways this was supposed to be like. a few hours at most #my bad. #my art #tma #the archivist #jonathan sims #jon sims #martin blackwood #i dont think i did too bad for my first martin drawing.... i cant say im still satisfied with my designs of them though #anyways sorry this is so sketchy. i know i said it was going to be the case on this blog but still this one definitely has some more flaws. #the magnus archives #FIANLLY.... IM DONE WITH IT. I CAN WORK ON SOMETHING ELSE NOW #for some reason my brain just. REALLY wanted me to finish this one before starting anything else #edited the caption so it did not seem so rude.... my bad