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#i do not know what i did#definitely regretted it#proud of this though#VERY proud#original was a gacha cringe post btw#atsv#across the spiderverse#im so sorry#miguel o'hara#spiderman 2099#kill me now#oh these?#my boobies?#my massive fucking tiddies?#my super stuffed up milkies?#my honker bonker doinky boinkies?#my fucking fabric stretching wing flapping gravity welling sex mounds?#you mean these super duper ultra hyper goddamn motherfucking
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we back with another request⁉️
can be old or young (mk11 or mk1) johnny your pick, but what if fem!reader and johnny are sparring (likely in private, but if they wanna be risky go ahead) and reader is losing.
sooo, she flashes him her titties as a distraction and ends up getting him pinned. you can turn it into smut or end it there, your pick
love your writing 💙💙
DEAR GOD YOURE SO FUCKING RIGHT ALL THE TIME ILY, i had a SLIIIIGHTLY different image for this so HEAR ME OUT
johnny cage > eyes on the prize
warnings: Oh, these? My boobies? My massive fucking titties? My super stuffed milkies? My honker bonker doinky boinkies? My fucking fabric stretching wind flapping gravity welling sex mounds? You mean these super duper ultra hyper god damn motherfucking tits?
[ part 2 ] [ masterlist ]
after the time merger, your boss seems uneasy seeing his younger self parade around the compound like he owns the place. you're unfortunately put up to the task as babysitting him.
"private," the older counterpart summons you to the center of the room. "keep an eye on him for me, yeah? he's... well, he's me, and i don't trust him one bit." you both glance over to younger johnny, who is kicking his feet up and browsing IMDB - his own page, to be specific - with no regard for authority. you nod and walk off, approaching the younger star who doesn't notice you at first.
"mr. cage," you try to get his attention, leaning down to his level as he sits. johnny tears his eyes away from the screen to catch a good look at you in your uniform, pulling his sunglasses down his hooked nose. "captain cage requested i accompany you around the compound for safety as the time merge is figured out."
"oh, i'll follow you anywhere, beautiful," he replies smoothly, clicking and winking up at you. your face heats up, this is your... almost-boss. this version wasn't with sonya, doesn't have a kid. a part of you wonders if your present johnny also finds you attractive if this is how his younger version behaves. you'd always found him hot, but that was something you kept to yourself for the sake of his family and your career.
johnny snaps in your face with a twisted expression. "hey, since you're here, the future sucks! i've been here for an hour and i haven't seen one jetpack. not one!" he holds a finger in your face, and you can't help but stare down at him in bewilderment. how did this man become the captain of the special forces??
his complaints sprout an idea, as you try to divert his annoyance. "the special forces compound contains plenty of advanced technology. would you care for a tour?" you suggest politely, gesturing out of the room.
johnny seems intrigued by your offer, willing to follow you around like a dog if it meant getting a good view of your ass the whole way. it's your figure that intrigues him the most.
"older me was a dumbass for not tappin' this," johnny very loudly exclaims as you two walk down a hallway, making you pinch the bridge of your nose. "i might have to alter my destiny... there's no way you fight with a pretty body like that."
"the members of S.F. are put through extensive physical training and discipline. i can fight, mr. cage," you reply curtly, not all too impressed by his catcalling, though his boldness amuses you.
"yeah?" he asks playfully, jogging in front of you to walk backwards as he glares at you through his shades. "care to prove it? you lose, you give me your number."
"and if you lose?" you question, crossing your arms.
"then i give you my number." jesus, he was dumb. hot, but dumb. it was impossibly hard to remain professional in front of him. you entertain his bait and open a side door that led to the garage. it was spacious and full of various tools, vehicles and weapons. the crew often met there for mass debriefs and announcements, but served as a perfect sparring location.
"you're on, dollface," johnny sneers, readying himself with an overdramatic flourished war cry. "but first, no handicaps. take all that off." he waves at your vest and various equipment strapped to you. you shake your head and sigh, readying your own pose after shrugging the extremities off and kicking them to the side. it was johnny in his coat giving you a delicious view of his chest, and you in your skin-tight underclothes. you figured regardless you'd have an advantage against johnny considering you were familiar with his fighting style, but his strength outmatched you easily. he was twice your size in muscle, after all. didn't really matter just how much studying you put into his mannerisms in combat.
his powers proved to be a significant advantage as well, doubling his strikes when most humans could only land one in the time it took. each punch you threw was parried embarrassingly easily, and each kick was matched with an even swifter swing.
despite being military trained, you couldn't help but find the fight fun. johnny would grab hold of you and spin you around, as if you were dancing, or flash one of his signature smiles at you when he felt more in charge. he'd cackle when you made a fool of yourself, swinging at nothing.
one of his backflip kicks infused with his powers knocked you straight on your ass, and johnny towers over you with a devilish grin. his legs are spread, with you on the floor between them as you catch your breath.
"do you yield, sweet thing?" he asks, bending forward to hover his face over yours. you cringe, holding your side as you try to get up, but johnny just places his boot on your chest. "you were all bark and no bite, sweetheart."
as you regain your composure, thoroughly displeased with the outcome of the battle, you get an absolutely evil idea.
"how about you get a bite of these?" you ask, smirking. your fingers find the hem of your shirt and pull upward, revealing your bra and your breasts spilling from the fabric as you lay on your back. the chill of the room defines the shape of your nipples through the bra, and johnny's eyes fixate - hard. his sunglasses comically slide down his nose and clatter to the floor, his puppy eyes wide and wanting at the sight of your barely clothed chest.
when you know for a fact he's transfixed, you swat his foot off of your chest and curl your body before placing a hard upward kick into his balls, making him yell out and stumble backward.
you stand up and brush yourself off, beaming at the actor for besting him at his own shallow game.
"you - ngh -" johnny whines and clutches his crotch, pointing a finger at you accusingly. "i yield."
you shrug innocently, reaching a hand out to him considering your positions were now fully swapped. "gotta keep your eyes on the prize, cage."
you hoist him up with a grunt, patting his shoulder.
"oh, believe me," he breathlessly chuckles. "i was." he smiles crookedly.
...did you just flash your soon-to-be-boss? is this gonna alter the timeline...?
#mortal kombat#mortal kombat x reader#johnny cage#mk11#johnny cage x reader#mortal kombat 11 x reader#marley writes ☆
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Yang: Oh these?
Yang: My boobies.
Yang: My massive fucking titties.
Yang: My super stuffed up milkies.
Yang: My honger donger hoinky boinkies.
Yang: My fabric stretching wind flapping gravity resistant sex mounds.
Yang: You mean these super duper ultra god damn mother fucking-
Jaune: *Whacks her with the horny stick*
Yang: *bites her lip*
Jaune: *trembles in fear*
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*same anon listening intently and now with a popcorn in hand* Oh my goddd-- PRIZED CHUBBY HUCOW AZUL!!! Aaaaaaa he's super healthy and his tits are always so heavy and full of milk, they jiggle nicely in your hands (And they have boypussy you say???)
( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) Azul milkies......... expensive for everyone else, but for you they are free and will come right from the source (so long as you always love him and give him your attention at every hour). <3 chubby hucow Zuzu who grows up alongside you on the farm and you shower him with affection!!! It would be such a confidence boost. I think he'd grow up with a kinder view of himself and his body if you were constantly affirming that he's so pretty and perfect as he is. :D he'd be far more confident in himself after hearing such sweet truths from you for years of his life. He still gets embarrassed when he leaks through his shirts, though. >_<
Omg omg Azul in heat.......... mooing pathetically while he rubs himself against your thigh, soaking it in his slick. Stuffing your fingers up inside his pussy and watching him squirm, his lashes fluttering against cheeks flushed pink,,,, lying him down on the bed to eat him out!!!!!! Squeezing and grabbing at his soft love handles...... WAAAAAA HE'S SO CUTE!!!!! OTL Azul trying and failing to glare at you when you tease him for leaking so much milk, but it's impossible to keep up any sort of flustered vitriol because of his heat-addled brain and muddled senses. Less talking and more drinking straight from his tits!!!!!
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quick idea because I had a fucking revelation: Ghoap x Reader Alien AU.
Ghost is an alien, Reader and Johnny are both humans. There’s a full scale invasion that lasts less than an hour because the aliens aren’t killing, only capturing. Ghost is a high ranking general and so gets his pick of the litter, perusing the new supply of humans to be treated as pets. You and everyone else in the ‘auction’ are terrified and sobbing because you were just dragged away from your family and stuffed here when Ghost picks you to be Johnny’s new toy. Johnny’s the pet he’s already had for at least a few months and has a good hold on, but both of them need something more. That’s where you come in, terrified and trying to ask him what’s going on. He’s humanoid and talks to you, but doesn’t tell you directly what he plans to do with you, instead announcing to his colleagues in the auction that he’s chosen you as his new pet. You’re left to panic while he carries you to his room and cuts your clothes off before shoving you in the cage with Johnny.
Just had this thought exactly five minutes ago so idk if it makes sense but woe!!! Brainworms be upon ye!!!!!!
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i have read. an almost embarrassing amount of "human is taken as an alien's pet" romances. like probably more than a dozen at this point. and yknow what? they're never dark enough! they don't scratch the itch right!! and i keep reading them!!! so who's really the fool yk
anyways. i have a few scattered human johnny/alien ghost thoughts on this blog but idk where they are because my tagging system is abysmal. anyways!!! thoughts below
i really like the idea of soap being a horribly pampered pet who has just totally given up on escaping and really leaned into living like a king vs reader is who damn near feral
i imagine that johnny was a fucking hard pet to train for ghost. which was probably good, he probably had like just retired and wanted a new project, heard about how hard to train humans could be. it took a long time for soap to realize (a) he was never going back to earth and (b) ghost actually wasn't all that bad. turns out living as a super rich alien's prize poodle isn't the worst life
and once he settles, ghost figures he'll get his human a friend. maybe he's spending time away for work or smth, maybe he just wants johnny to have a friend. regardless, he gets himself another human - you.
and you're, understandably, freaked the fuck out. have probably been abducted for like .5 seconds, and here's this fuck-off big alien buying you, treating you entirely like a dog at a pound. you're probably either damn near scared stiff or fighting tooth and nail
you feel better seeing johnny, immediately assume that he'll be able to help you escape. you're scooped up, dropped in his crate, and left alone with him. and... he's not panicked. he's chilling, honestly
he tries to get you to understand that there's really no use in fighting, that you're probably not even in the milky way anymore and you're certainly not getting home. it's easier to just go along with what ghost wants, he explains
cue a few tiring weeks of johnny watching your escape attempts while simon tries desperately to train you
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"Well, it's 100% official! I'm detransitioning! Just got the email from my college insurance provider. The first two years I was here they actually upped my estrogen to 8mg a day and gave me an aphrodisiac to keep my libido up, so I can stay super feminine and have the sex drive of a lot of cis girls at my sorority. My college offered to give me implants, encouraging me to go bigger than this, but I declined.... My poor cock shrunk to a couple inches. I was so happy with my results. I mean, it was pretty normal for me, I've been socially transitioning since I was a kid, went on blockers, all that. So I never really got to experience being a boy. Guess I have no choice now!
It's not uncommon for these community college insurance plans to change medication. My last roommate was put on Femruptarin.... I'll leave you to guess why she's not my current roommate! lol I got up a few days ago to fill my script, they said it was denied. I read my insurance update and it said I'm due for a doctor's visit. I needed approval for a new script. Like..... oh boy, I know where this is headed! Went to the doctor and got a new guy, he called me by male pronouns to his nurse, who giggled every time. He said my body desperately needs testosterone, and it's 'embarrassing' what my parents did to me. He said I need to join the frat house and clear up this mistake immediately that I was allowed to enroll as a girl. He told me I need to go on a high dose of T, steroids, AND dick growth pills, and to start hitting the gym so I can shed my ridiculous-looking, girly body. He gave me the usual spiel you hear trans girls say on TikTok, that I'm not a girl and I need to embrace being a guy. That I don't pass as a girl at all and it was very obvious I was male.....
I looked up the drugs he put me on and it's such a high dose of T and steroids it would turn anyone into a sex-crazed lunatic. At least I know what I'm getting myself into, I guess. Every TikTok I looked up about this stuff was some super gorgeous trans girl turning into a pea-brained muscled-up jock. Sitting around jerking off to porn all day, unable to say anything to girls except extremely inappropriate, perverted stuff. Looks like my poor girly brain will be warped into a guy that only thinks with his cock, unable to think or have any interests outside of fucking pretty college girls with big bellies full of kids and huge milky tits. I dunno, sounds kind of fun. I've been a girl since forever so this might be fun! Plus, it'll be nice to not be on the receiving end of getting my brains fucked out for once. I swear I can barely sit down some days in class these dudes fuck me so hard.....
So, wanna watch me shoot up my first T shot? I know you do. This is soooo exciting. I can't believe I'm actually getting detransed like all those girls you see online in those super hot before and afters! Well, maybe I was kind of hoping I'd get detransed, just a bit. Just hearing that doctor call me a confused boy with plastic-stuffed pecks was one of the biggest turn ons of my life. I just nodded and agreed with everything he said, blushing as he and the nurse made fun of me for pretending to be a girl. I've learned my lesson, I can't wait to savor this wonderful shot of T, then maybe hit the gym. I've got a lot of dumb, girly curves to burn off and lots of muscle to put on! Oooo, and guess what? My implants are getting removed this weekend. No more boobies, oh well! Not that I ever passed all that well, as the doctor the doctor reminded me! I'm just a delusional boy with implants stuffed in my pecks, not a girl in the slightest.... God, why does saying that make my cock so hard? Guess it proves his point. Mmmmm! Well, sit back and watch me as I shoot this T into my chubby, girly thigh..... In a few months nobody will ever know I lived as a girl for over a decade..... I bet no one will even believe me after I start taking all this stuff and bulking up. The fifteen inch cock will certainly help. ❤️"
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List of my all time favorite wild edibles:
Wood sorrel-- This stuff is la crème de la crème. It tastes like green apple and you can just munch on the whole plant as a snack (but don't eat too much bc it can make ur stomach hurt if u eat a ton)
Purslane-- This plant is very literally everywhere, as in growing out of sidewalk cracks, and has a great taste- like mild lemon. It is also really good for you and has a crunchy texture that I super love. Its pretty easy to identify, but you've got the wrong plant if its sap is milky white.
Acorns-- You've absolutely got to leach out the tannins in these, but once you have you can make pretty much anything. I would recommend acorn flour, but if you are adventurous you could make acorn jelly!
Ground Ivy-- This plant has a strong and pleasant taste, and is really good made into a tea. I wouldn't necessarily recommend it for a snack, but if that's what you like I wont stop you!
Cattail-- Obviously I cant make a list of my favorite wild edibles without including the one and only cattail. All of it is edible (though I wouldn't eat the forbidden hotdog--it's forbidden for a reason) and my favorite way to eat it is to take the immature flower head, which is the forbidden hotdog before it becomes brown, and roast it over a fire. It tastes a bit like corn.
River Grape-- This mostly applies to all species of wild grape, but River Grape is the kind growing in my area. The berries are a bit tart to eat a ton, but you could probably make a mean pastry with them. But the real gold lies in the leaves, which can be crisped like kale chips or turned into fabulous stuffed grape leaves. Sometimes I just eat them straight off the vine. They are just slightly tart.
Wintergreen-- It is always a treat when I find wintergreen growing on the forest floor, especially if its the time of year that it fruits. The taste is strong, like wintergreen gum, and the berries taste the same but milder.
Autumn Olive-- This plant is invasive in my area, so I don't have to feel bad about devastating the bush whenever I find one. The berries are sour, but in a good way, and sometimes they can be just a bit astringent but it depends on the bush. They don't taste at all like olives so I really don't know where they got the name but if you run into this plant you absolutely cannot pass up the opportunity to try it.
And those are my favorites, folks! As always remember to be 100% sure when you identify a plant, and don't harvest from places that might be polluted by pesticides or or other pollutants.
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Oh these?
My boobies?
My massive fucking tiddies?
My super stuffed up milkies?
My honger donker boinky doinkies?
My fucking fabric stretching, wind flapping, gravity welling sex mounds?
You mean these super duper ultra hyper goddamn mother fucking tits?
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I set out everything for my Shabbat and Havdalah sets just to see what it all looks like together and I could honestly not be happier? Not all of the crystal matches (some are definitely the wrong tones), but it's all so lovely regardless.
I'm so shocked the table cloth I bought fits the table perfectly, honestly. I was prepared to be really disappointed about messing up the measurements or something. But I'm pleased I didn't botch it, and it all worked out. It's really cute and wonderfully thick, too. And the little crocheted "lace doily" thing I bought for the center was a good choice to tie everything together.
And yes, I'm aware that Tulips are toxic to cats. But no, they are not toxic by proximity like Lilies are. Also no, my cats are not capable of getting to the Tulips; they are put up where they can't get to them and being monitored closely. They're only down for these photos.
I love my candle holder for my Shabbat candles, too. Not too sure about continuing to use these particular types of candles for it for Shabbat, however- even though they're easily accessible for me and I have access to a wide array of colors (which has been very nice, seasonally speaking). The wax just melts really fast and leads to a big flame that freaks me out a bit. So I may switch. The holder, though, is wonderful- and it came from a local Vintage shop that I adore.
The little crystal cup I bought off Etsy to use as my Kiddush cup wound up being exactly the right size for me- which is a complete miracle. I thought it'd be larger based on the listing, but it's perfect; I really wanted a smaller cup since I can't actually drink alcohol and I honestly don't want giant cups of Wine or Grape Juice for Kiddush and Havdalah.
My Tzedakah Box is what I think is a jar for an old Oil Lamp; I'm pretty sure it's glass and not actually crystal. But I adore the pattern so much I couldn't not use it. Even if it is huge. I have no idea where I got this piece, though. I just ... Collected it somehow, at some point? I have no idea how or when.
And I scored a lovely set of 2 crystal dishes at a Garage Sale last year- one large round and one long oval (only the round one's on the table today). I bought them specifically to use as Challah dishes the second I saw them, so I'm really glad the Challah cover I bought fits over both of them!
I bought this adorable vase off Amazon, that looks like brown wrapping paper for those nice high dollar flowers you can get at street markets and vendors. I've always loved the way flowers look wrapped in brown paper like that. The color's off, though- but the vase is meant to be painted so I'm not too worried about it. I just haven't actually painted it yet (and I can't wait to).
I braided my own Havdalah Candle from some small Orthodox Beeswax candles I bought off Amazon as well. I was super uncomfortable using any of the ones I could find pre-braided online, since I'm fairly new at this. So I figured a small one'd be safer. The braid's not the prettiest, but the pack of candles is like 50 deep so I've got plenty to get better with.
And then by little B'samin jar is my favorite thing. It's a tiny little candy dish from the same local Vintage shop that I bought my Candle Holder from. I filled it with Rose, Jasmine, Orange, Clove, and Pine for my spices, and I love the way it smells together. I stuffed it the rest of the way with a little fabric rose, and then stuck a milky quartz chunk in the center. It just felt right for some reason?
I'm just ... I'm so happy right now. It's perfect. I just wish I had a slightly larger coffee table to eat at, ha 🤣 And yes, I'm aware my house is a mess and that I need to re-wrap the cat trees again. I'm working on some of it a bit today.
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oh these? my boobies? my massive fucking tiddies? my super stuffed up milkies? my honker donker doinky boinkies? my fucking fabric stretching wind flapping gravity welling sex mounds? do you mean these super duper ultra god damn motherfucking tits?
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Look directly at the boobs. Because they're what matters.
"Oh these? My boobies? My massive fucking tiddies? My super stuffed up milkies? My honker bonker-"
"Stop."
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Yang: Oh these?
Yang: My boobies.
Yang: My massive fucking titties.
Yang: My super stuffed up milkies.
Yang: My honger donger hoinky boinkies.
Yang: My fabric stretching wind flapping gravity resistant sex mounds.
Yang: You mean these super duper ultra god damn mother fucking-
Jaune: *Whacks her with the horny stick*
Yang: *bites her lip*
Jaune: *trembles in fear*
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@meloomi @icedhoneyy I’m so sorry, the brainrot was too much-
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As far as Osamu knew, he was running away from something.
It wasn’t anything scary, but he and Kita-San were making an absolute mad dash for what seemed like the gate- though he couldn’t tell you where they were- but were suddenly stopped by an ice cream man, which Kita-San seemed to think was vital for their escape.
However, the ice cream man started to cry when Osamu tried to keep running away, and he wouldn’t let the pair pass, so Osamu-
“Uncle ‘Mu!” A tiny voice whines, prompted by a small smack on his cheek, making Osamu jerk awake from his rather bizarre dream in surprise. His grey eyes fly open and he forces them to focus on the figure next to him on the bed, blinking and sighing in relief when his brain registers it’s only his niece disturbing his sleep.
At any other hour, he would’ve been thrilled to see his niece, but at 1:42 in the morning…
“Hisako,” he yawns rubbing his eye with the heel of his palm. “Why’re you up?”
“Nightmare,” she whimpers, voice warbled slightly from suckling on her stuffed dog’s ear. “S-scared…”
Immediately, he rises on his elbows to look at her wide, glimmering eyes. “Oh, sweetheart,” he hums, voice rasped with sleep. “I’m sorry you had a scary dream.” His legs swing out from the bed and he grabs a discarded shirt from the floor. After he slips it on, he opens up his arm for her to crawl into and snuggle, which she does needily. “What’s gonna help put that smile back on your face, hm?” He prompts his question with a soft pinch of her cheek, and she giggles and ducks her face away.
“Uhm…” wide honey eyes roll in thought. “Can I have s’me chocolate milk?” She asks, spitting out the dog ear to give Osamu the biggest, sweetest begging eyes he’s ever seen.
He lets out a deep sigh and a chuckle, “you are definitely my niece,” he says, laughing softly. “Alright, yeah. Let’s go have some chocolate milk.” He rises from the bed and scoops Hisako up and into his arms, drowsily walking through his home to the kitchen.
He plops her down on the counter with a soft hum and a kiss to her head, only parting to grab two glasses- one mug with his college mascot on it, hers a plastic cup with an ocean scene on it- and shuffle to the fridge.
“Uncle ‘Samu?” Hisako asks, voice muffled around the dog’s ear.
“Yeah baby?”
“What do growed-ups dream about?” She asks, honey eyes blinking up at him curiously. Osamu hums in thought as he pours the milk and grabs the chocolate syrup, pouring more than a hefty amount in each cup like she and him like.
“Well,” he sighs, grabbing a spoon and stirring the chocolate vigorously. “We dream about… lots of things.”
“Like?”
Osamu snorts, “like,” he passes her the milky spoon for her to lick clean. “I dream about your dad a lot; sometimes it’s normal things, like him coming by and asking for a huge bowl of miso soup-“ at his emphasis, Hisako giggles around the spoon, and he smiles at the sound. “Other times, he’s a super secret spy with a pen that shoots lasers, and he rides a motorcycle with Uncle Bokuto’s face on it.” This, thankfully, has Hisako cackling, and he chuckles himself as he passes the milk to her tiny hands, murmuring a soft “two hands” to remind her how to hold her cup steady. “Even tonight, I had a dream with Uncle Shin, and he… well, I don’t really know what we were doing to be honest.”
She takes a sip and looks up at Osamu with excited eyes and a milk mustache, “does that mean no more nightmares?”
“Well,” he sighs, taking a sip of his chocolate milk. “Not necessarily, babyface.” She deflates, and Osamu kicks himself. “They certainly don’t happen as much, but when grown ups have nightmares…” he pauses to think, and when he looks down at her still intrigued face, he smiles and wipes her lip with his thumb.
“We’re able to think of the things that make us feel better.”
“Like what?”
“Like…” he rolls his eyes around in thought. “Like you make me feel better. And I’d fight every monster in the world if it meant I could see my bestest friend.” Hisako nods as she takes a long sip of her milk, hanging onto his words. “Or… the doggie I passed on the street-“
“I like doggies!”
“-I know stinky,” he chuckles. “And I think about how soft its fur was.” He polishes off the rest of his milk with a sigh of refreshment. “Maybe that’s something you could do; think about all the things that make you happy. Then no monster stands a chance against the good dreams you’ll have.”
She beams up at him before discarding her glass of milk to the side, reaching her arms up to have him lift her. “I take it you’re done?” Osamu asks, to which she nods happily. “Alright then. Let’s get you back into bed. Gotta get some sleep if you’re gonna help me at Onigiri Miya tomorrow yeah?”
“Yeah!” She says excitedly, popping the dog’s ear back into her mouth and resting her head in the crook of Osamu’s neck. “I like your chocolate milk more than when daddy makes it, Uncle ‘Samu,” she mumbles, and Osamu can hear the bliss in her voice as he carries her to his bedroom to hopefully ward off any more nightmares that dare want to plague her mind.
He snorts, “‘cause I make it right.”
He puts her body on one side of the bed before climbing into his side, and when he’s finally able to settle back in, he smiles as Hisako is nearly back to sleep, her doggies ear in her mouth and fingers gripping the corner of Osamu’s pillow for comfort.
“Good night, Hisako,” he says softly, turning back on his stomach and nuzzling into his pillow, careful to avoid her tiny fingers.
“Night uncie,” she mumbles, voice light with sleep and head nuzzling into her own pillow on her side of the bed.
Lovingly, he moves a lock of hair out of her face, watching her lips rise and fall with the sleepy breaths falling from them, and despite knowing he’s going to be a wreck getting up in the morning, he can’t be mad about the memories he’s making with his favorite person.
A good night indeed.
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Oh these? My boobies? My massive fucking tiddies? My super stuffed up milkies? My honker donker doinky boinkies? My fucking fabric stretching wind flapping gravity welling sex mounds? Do you mean these super duper ultra god damn motherfucking tits?
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Build Up Episode 8 Recap Part 4: Uptown Funk
Hello! You know the drill -- this is my recap series for MNET’s Build Up. In the last one, I covered Waterfire’s cover of Drama by Aespa. In this one, I’ll cover Milky Up’s cover of Uptown Funk. Let’s do it!
It’s Milky Up’s turn on stage now. We see them backstage, doing their little cheer, in English: “Nobody ever believed in us. Show and Prove!”
They come out and introduce themselves as different flavors of milk.
LTR: Geonu, Haram, Seohyung, and Soomin
Wow, look how funky Haram is! Normally, when people wear a baseball hat, they put the visor in the front, but he’s put it in the BACK! He is breaking loose! He’s going wild!!!!!!
Something awful happens and Geonu introduces himself as banana mlk and asks everyone “If you drink banana milk, will you fall for me?” And like, everyone is over it, even Just B teammate Bain (“What’s he trying to do?”) and judge Jaehwan (“There he goes again…”) and me, BPR Noona (“Geonu, will you please stop???”).
But I really love the haircut.
Dahee comments that Soomin doesn’t look sleepy today the way he has other days, and Jaehwan asks what caused his change of heart.
Soomin replies that he doesn’t know what the Korean term “change of heart” means -- it must be a “vocabulary” word in Korean, the kind you learn at school, and Soomin probably learned Korean at home from his family. Seohyung leans over and explains, in excellent English, what it means (“a change or a difference in your mind.”
Once Soomin understands the question, he says something really interesting: “I don’t want to go home anymore.”
This provides some serious context! Did Soomin want to go home the whole time? Was he unhappy and homesick? Aww, poor kid. He’s so calm and mature seeming that in some ways it’s easy to forget that he’s barely out of high school. It’s hard to be in a foreign country no matter how old you are. He doesn’t 100% speak the language, he’s not used to the culture, he probably doesn’t feel confident about little things like, how do you order at particular restauraunts, or how do you use the subway, that kind of thing. But then on top of it, to be really young and maybe away from your family for the first time, while also being in the high stakes environment of the show -- maybe he was really, really unhappy.
They say he looked sleepy before, but looking at the pictures now, he looks sad.
It might explain why he came across as kind of obnoxious in some of the earlier episodes. I think we’ve all been there, right? We’re nervous, so we try too hard to act confident and it just comes across weird.
In any case, the way he says it, it seems like maybe he’s been pretty open at times about wanting to go home…? Because no one is like, “wait, you’ve been wanting to go home?!?” They’re just glad that he doesn’t any more.
The team promises to put on a good show, and we head into the flashback. This is actually a pretty cute little segment. It’s like an incredibly wholesome teen movie in miniature. So if you’re not in the habit of watching these clips, this is a good one to seek out.
Soomin looks really sad here, too.
Haram, the home-school kid, is going to hang out with the rest of the team for the first time. They want to teach him how to have fun.
Oh no! The terrifying blur is back! This time, it’s eating this poor stuffed animal’s face!!
They surprise him with a little song -- “We really wanted to see you! We really wanted to see you!” --and he’s totally overwhelmed. He doesn’t know what to do, so he SHAKES THE HANDS OF THE STUFFED ANIMAL.
Oh god, if this is really Haram’s personality, he’s basically the most precious cinnamon bun of them all.
He interviews, “I’m an introvert. Honestly, it wasn’t easy at first.”
We find out that he specifically wore his sweater vest because he thought it would make him look cooler for his new friends. “Look how wide my pants are!” he says. “You look good,” Soomin says, kindly, then makes him super uncomfortable by unbuttoning the top button of his shirt for him.
Haram interviews, “I thought I was on a hidden camera show.”
Geonu says that when they picked him, they saw the “Young, wild and free nature” hidden inside him. Questionable, but sure!
Then they do a little skit where they pretend that they are just now thinking of doing Uptown Funk for their performance. Geonu asks Seohyung if he can do the deep tone right at the beginning. He says he can. But… can he?
Haram actually really loves the song, and though at first he’s a bit reluctant, he gives in. He thought he was only suitable for sad and emotional songs, he says, but feels fearless when he's with this team. The other guys put him in some “cool clothes” -- a Metallica t-shirt and jeans.
Then they have a cool kid disco rave in the living room. Oh, bless all their hearts.
We cut ahead in time to their midterm evaluations at those round folding table in that high school gym. It hasn’t gone well -- most of the other teams have chosen them as the Low Tier team.
S w e a t e r and sadness
They decide they have to do something about it. They watch a video recording of their performance and Geonu says, “We look like we were forced to do it.” Haram agrees, and so do the others. Geonu encourages everyone to focus on looking happy, whether they look happy or not. So they decide to have a lot more fun.
Then we get a montage of them having fun. They play games. They hang out at someone’s apartment and have dance-slumber parties.
They eat tacos and just generally try to have fun. They want to have the best chemistry.
Now it’s performance night! Backstage, the guys on the other teams aren’t sure what to expect. Sunyoul says that he’s worried about them -- it’ll either go great or terrible. Inhyuk says, not unkindly, “Honestly, this isn’t what Haram is good at.” Oof.
The performance begins.
Full version without reactions.
My thoughts:
I have really mixed feelings about this. On the one hand, this was super fun and sweet to watch. On the other hand, it wasn’t really a vocal powerhouse performance, and in many ways it left something to be desired.
I was ready to not like this performance much. Sure, I love Soomin’s vocals and I find both Haram and Seohyung personally quite endearing, but the whole “cool kid” vibe of the team was a bit off-putting. Also, Uptown Funk? What? It’s almost ten years old at this point -- Soomin would have been in elementary school when it came out. Hasn’t it been done to death?
Counteroffer: I think they could have done a good job with Adore U by Seventeen. I mean, obviously the song they did worked out fine for them and all that, but I think Adore U would have been great for them and fit their vibe. I also really would want them to do Ugly Dance by ONF, even though it's obviously a bad idea. ONF even has a deep voice guy (Wyatt), so there’d be a part for Seohyung to do. I think it would be kind of perfect for their vibe -- a song about just letting go and having fun and not worrying about what you look like. But (a) it’s a song about dancing so they’d kind of have to dance and (b) it’s not a popular song so it wouldn’t be a smart choice to cover it.
Anyway, we live in this world, and they did this song, and it came out really fun. All the stuff that the audience and judges enjoyed about it -- I enjoyed that too! Soomin’s vocal tone and big smile, Seohyung’s deep voiced sing-talking, Haram obviously having the time of his life, it all came together. Even Geonu’s dancing looked less cringey in this environment. They had the backup dancers and the enthusiasm and it was fun.
But someone has to say this: vocally, there wasn't a lot here to really get excited about.
First off, Seohyung wasn’t hitting that deep note at the beginning. He was almost a semi-tone off a few times! He also doesn’t quite hit the higher notes in that “bass line” properly, either. He sings it slightly differently each time he runs through it. It’s not good. I feel like I’m in living in crazy land because no one is acknowledging this. He doesn’t really have control over those extremely low notes.
Next, Geonu’s voice didn’t sound too great, honestly. I don’t want to go more into it because I talked a lot in these recaps about how weak I think Geonu’s voice is and I don’t want to keep dunking on the guy.
Another problem is that there aren’t a lot of harmonies here. It’s not exactly vocally challenging most of the time. There are the high pitched "woo"s and that's about it.
Haram doesn’t get much of a chance to sing here, either, maybe because he had trouble learning the English lyrics or something. We hardly see him. What we hear of him sounds great -- he had that one big note -- but we don’t see much else. It was nice to see him doing something so different, though. Homeschool kid goes wild!
So, why did they win? I really think the audience just enjoyed getting up and dancing and having fun. This was probably a really long filming day and everyone was tired and stressed out and having a fun, familiar, exuberant, silly song with lots of backup dancers and confetti was just what they wanted. I think this succeeded because of three things: the song itself, Soomin, and Seohyung, in roughly that order.
Yes, I think the song was the main reason they won. I know that just a few paragraphs back I was saying they should have done other songs, and I still kind of think that. It's a paradox, right? I think they shouldn't have done this song even though it's this song that made them win--? But I don’t know if it’s right to win just because you pick a song that everyone likes to dance to, and then they dance to it.
That said, I should add that when I first watched this, it was late at night and I was tired, and it made me happy to watch it and I watched it twice in a row. So there’s that.
I don’t know, gang. In the end this won, so I guess my mixed feelings about it don’t matter much.
The MNET edit is absolutely adoring. Tons and tons of reactions and instant replays. We see that Dahee is having fun…
And all the judges are dancing.
Everyone applauds and the guys are happy. Seohyung leans over to Soomin and says (in English), “We did our best, bro.”
Dahee says, “I thought the original singer had come to Korea!” and everyone cheers.
Jaehwan is still dancing, and I’d make a gif of it if it didn’t take me like 20 minutes to make a gif and I were feeling a bit better. I had some rough travel this week, my friends. Anyway.
It’s time for the judges to actually vote, and the guys look nervous.
Backstage, Park Jeup says…
“It’s round four. The judges shouldn’t get carried away…”
I get the impression that at least some people feel the way I do -- that vocally, there wasn’t a ton to evaluate here, and that if we’re supposed to be making a vocal group, shouldn’t that be the point? I mean, think about the close harmonies in Drama, or the passionate vocals (and excellent harmonies) in Drowning and Guilty, and then compare that to this.
But the judges do in fact get carried away and they got a 96 -- from Vocal Coach Guy! Come on, Lee Seokhoon, I expect more from you!!!
VCG says that their performance was completely unexpected and really good. He says that their live performance was better than the pre-recorded version.
Hey, VCG? Did you take a moment to compare the live vocals of Guilty to the studio version? Because I prefer the live vocals in that song, too. And that was a LOT more challenging of a song to sing. Their live vocals were insane. Just insane. Perfect.
VCG goes on to confirm everything I’ve said, and I low key want to scream. “Your singing skills matter, of course,” he says, and then goes on to explain that they don’t because “despite the long hours of the shoot, you made everyone who’s tired excited.” THAT’S NOT THE SCORING RUBRIC, VCG. Your name is VOCAL Coach Guy, not DANCE Coach guy.
VCG also praises Seohyung’s low voice, which is fair. Aside from the stuff at the beginning that was off key, his low voice stuff was in fact a lot of fun.
Eunkwang compliments Geonu for not being cringey this time. It really feels like the judges are grading based on effort and improvement.
Backstage, Soomin and teammates congratulate teach other for their success.
And that’s basically it!
I know that I've been a bit negative and cranky here so want to repeat that I really did enjoy Milky Up's performance. If this was Boys Planet I'd be delighted by this. Soomin has such a gorgeous voice and I want to keep hearing him sing, and I think Seohyung’s deep voice brings something really special to the team. The performance was super fun to watch and I’m not saying they should have gotten criticized. I just don’t think this team displayed their skills here very much and it’s criminal that they got such a high score. I’m pretty sure that if they had gone first, they would have gotten a much lower score. The judges were just tired and punchy. Sigh.
Thanks as always for reading my recaps. You’re the best! <3
Take care and I’ll see you in the next one, when we cover team DoReMeFa!
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finally i’m in the mood and i need for you guys to consider this!! 🪱
eddie is super pale right? and hairless. so his belly is super creamy almost like a marshmallow right
just thinking about steve leaving red lovebites and hickeys covering his pale, silky smooth, milky chub in pink marks. maybe claiming him.. steve’s teeth sinking into his belly sucking
OH what if eddie comes into family video to give the guys a hand, and he’s bending over to stock some tapes and robin sees the red marks lining his stomach peeking underneath his shirt. robins like …. hm…. suspicious… so eddie’s just like oh OH it’s just um. oh my pants got too small!! haha yeah. just um. a bit tight i guess.. must’ve gained some weight. eaten too much, steve’s just taking such good care of me! haha…
the brat fucking knows he’s gained weight but he’s just bought new jeans and he knows where those red marks are from. and they’re not from jeans
and steve in the back whips around because ??? eddie saying that loud should not turn him on as much as it does, and the fact that robin can see his marks, yet eddie is denying it? steve is gonna have to mark him up more, show everyone just how he belongs to him. he is going to feed him up and he is gonna mark him up. he’s gonna make those jeans too tight, teach eddie a lesson for lying.
i hope the idea i’m trying to get across gets there ?? 🪱
Oh my God it absolutely does, wormie!!
You're so right that Eddie would mark up very easily (i apparently have a think for pale pasty boys, because now I want this for Mickey too) and, like, imagine an unrestrained Stevie going absolutely feral on Eddie's tits like while he's sitting in Steve's lap.
Like, he'd want to suck them so bad because they're just so big and juicy and when he does Eddie's nips get so pretty and puffy and look redder, and he knows when Eddie gets his shirt back on he moans when he gets little shocks from the fabric dragging along his sensitive nipples.
And of course he squeezes his arms around Eddie's trunk and it just gives him the most amazing cleavage for Steve to bury his face in and motorboat (he fantasizes about his head being completely surrounded by Eddie's tits and it makes him twitch underneath him), and suck so many bruising hickies up his decolletage and on his neck.
And when he lays Eddie down to take care of him, because, yes, Eddie may call Steve his prince/princess, but Steve is just as capable of letting a food drunk/actually drunk/high Eddie be his "little" pillow prince. He gets into a kneeling position where he has Edd's big soft thighs hooked over his own, legs spread around Steve's waist, so that he has full access to Eddie's fat cock nestled in a thatch of soft hair, slowly being consumed by an angel soft pad of fat, below the thick wide blubbery roll of underbelly that tapers up just slightly as his round belly slopes down to those milky twin mounds.
But when he has Eddie in this position, he can give him the best most excruciatingly teasing torturously edging hand jobs, equal parts praising and teasing. He leans down to lick fat stripes up his belly, kissing open-mouthed and wet, marking, biting sucking angry, bruising red purple marks into all his softest places. Usually while they're doing this, Steve is using a free hand to feed Eddie treats.
And so Eddie comes in to Family Video as usual to pick out something he'll watch with Steve and he's in his tight shirt with the scoop neck he cut into it, his tight jeans that are worn low under his belly and like staying up over his dump truck ass by the grace of God and just sheer tension of having so much boy stuffed into them.
Just normal interactions with Robin greeting her while Steve is stocking things. At first she notices a hickey high on Eddie's neck and just thinks 'jesus, could Steve act anymore like straight out of a John Hughes movie?'
But then Eddie's reaching up for something high and his shirt rides up revealing his belly and she sees the bite marks and purple red splotches peppering that thick lower lip of his gut and her 'this is a sex thing' alarms start going off. But when Eddie leans over the counter to BS with her and and she sees the marks on his tits down his shirt, she gets so smug and starts talking loudly.
"Still looking for a movie, Munson? You should try Fright Night. Vampire horror flick. Feel like you and Harrington might get a kick out of it."
"Oh, is that right?"
"Yeah," she looks pointedly down at his chest and maybe his belly is resting on the counter and she can see again "Looks like you had your own tussle with a blood sucker, or you know some other kind of sucker."
Steve feels his neck bristle and he like breaks out in a cold sweat.
So Eddie, purposefully obtuse, "Oh yeah the stretch marks, guess I've been hitting the food pretty hard. Tough not to with Stevie around. If I didn't know any better I'd say he was trying to fatten me up, or something."
And suddenly Robin catches on, looking straight at Steve who looks like a deer in the headlights, "Oh, is that so?"
And Eddie is looking at Steve from over Robin's shoulder giving him one of those devil horn, tongue out grins and Steve is so fucking bashful he just chuckles it off stammering something until Robin tunes back around to ring Eddie out. Meanwhile Steve is fixing Eddie with a playful glare, smiling, and mounting 'just you wait, Munson.'
He'll wipe that grin right of Eddie's face, by stuffing him until pops that hair tie struggling to keep his jeans together.
😈😈😈
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