#and swerve fuckin agrees!

[psychedelic-ink]

hornee joel request: soft to feral!joel. he's is an acts of service man who sometimes tries to start with softer touches in the dark, but as he gets more worked up those touches become rougher, more desperate. to the point he's got you bent in half, hands on the back of your knees, not even bothering to get fully undressed. gruff, whiskey-scented praise in your ear ("you like that, girlie? that feel good?"). also I heartily agree with pussydrunk!joel anon lol

alright, so when I first read this when you said "to the point he's got you bent in half" my brain immediately jumped to him bending reader over a surface of some kind and only understood what you meant after reading it again but I've already started writing it, sorry for misunderstanding your request! my bad but I hope you enjoy it still <333

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pairing: joel miller x f!reader

genre: smut, minors dni

word count: 1.2k

summary: It starts with soft touches hidden by the dark. In a world where finding one bed is considered lucky, it means that you and Joel frequently share one. He offers to sleep on the floor, or a tattered couch every time and every time your answer is the same. No. 

warnings: rough sex, piv, joel being joel, angry sex, you-almost-died sex, feral!joel

It starts with soft touches hidden by the dark. 

In a world where finding one bed is considered lucky, it means that you and Joel frequently share one. He offers to sleep on the floor, or a tattered couch every time and every time your answer is the same. No. 

Then it starts. His large hands are on your hips, pulling you closer, his confined cock hot and aching under his jeans. It’s only that at first. Grinding, accompanied by heavy breathing. His scarred hands sneak under your shirt, he grips your breasts, flicking your pebbled nipples with the tips of his fingers. When Joel comes he makes a choked-out sound, swallowing his groans either by biting into your shoulder or breathing heavily through his nose. 

It’s just that. 

Until it’s not. 

You expect to die when a clicker tackles you to the hard ground. It makes a jarring move to bite you and you manage to swerve away from it. But you know you can’t hold on for long. This is it. The end. 

A gunshot echoes, then another one, and then another, until the clicker’s lifeless body falls limp on top of you. Joel shoves it away with a kick, lifts—no—he yanks you up from the ground. So hard that your shoulder ached from the sheer force of it. He’s angry, livid even. 

He doesn’t look at you for the rest of the evening. Barely glances at you when you give him his portion of expired Chef Bouyardee. He just scowls, the crease between his brows deep. 

Frustrated, you drop your plate and head further inside the deserted house. Heading into the first room, you notice it probably used to be a study room. Dust covers every surface and you step forward, touching the wooden table. It must’ve looked beautiful before the outbreak. Your fingers leave a trail of shiny wood in its wake. 

You pull away and shake your head, frustrated. 

Joel finds you. Crossing the room with large steps, he grips your waist. He pulls you flush against him, lips finding the skin between your shoulders and neck. You let out a sigh. 

“You’re not mad anymore?” 

“I told you to fuckin’ stay put,” he grunts, pushing you towards the table. “I’m fuckin’ furious.” 

You smell alcohol on his breath. He must’ve taken a couple of swigs before he came to find you, instead of eating. 

You can feel the dust from the table on your skin as he bends you over it. His large hands grip your hips, pushing you down further against the wood. Joel tugs down your pants until the pair hangs loosely over your knees. Kicking your legs further apart, he slides your underwear to the side and enters you in one swift thrust. You gasp, arching your back in response. Pain blossoms between your legs and your head spins. Hints of pleasure prickle at your skin, forcing a choked-out moan from your lips. He moves with an intensity that makes your body quiver, pushing you further and further against the table. 

"You like that, girlie?" he growls, his breath hot against your ear. "Does that feel good?"

You shudder at how deep his voice had gone. You nod frantically, moans ripping from your throat. He pulls out enough so it’s only the head of his cock stretching you, and with one sharp thrust, he sinks into your heat. You jerk forward, nails clawing at the table. 

“That’s it, take all of it,” he grinds into you, cock dragging against the soft spot that makes you see stars. “This is what you wanted, wasn’t it? For me to fuck you hard that you forget how shit the world is.” Joel makes a point of emphasizing every word with the slam of his hips. “Sweet thing, you are. Sweet, but fuckin’ reckless.” 

You can feel the splinters of the wood against your skin, but you don't care. Your nerves are on fire —you only feel him and nothing else. The sound of smacking flesh fills the room, his teeth deep in your shoulder as he wraps a hand around your throat. Joel pulls you until your back is flush against him, you hear his belt scraping against the floor with every hard thrust. Your lips part with a gasp. Your lungs expanding with the feel of his hand under your shirt. 

Suddenly his hips still. You’re surprised at how fast tears flood your eyes, blurring your already hazy vision. You whimper, and his cock twitches at the sound. 

“You gonna listen to me from now on?” he asks. “Are you gonna behave?” 

“Yes,” you whimper, sniffling. “I will just…move, please.” 

You lose your grounding, the room around you turning upside down. You find yourself sitting on the desk, your knees being pushed up until they touch your head. Your spine aches, however, the feeling is quickly forgotten when he pushes himself back inside. He feels bigger somehow, thicker.

Joel doesn’t say another word after that. He jackhammers his hips into yours like you’re a toy for him to use. Your breathing grows heavier, every nerve in your body coming alive. Between half-lidded eyes, you notice him looking down, watching his cock disappearing into your dripping cunt.

You’re shaking when his thumb starts circling your clit, heat swirls in your stomach, your muscles tense. Your body tingles with your nearing orgasm. It’s a steady push until Joel decides to part your folds as he fucks himself impossibly deeper. 

Tiny black dots dance across your vision and you cry out. Suddenly everything feels a hundred times more intense, your aching sex a ball of flame. Your fingers seek him out, a need to touch, to feel his heat against your skin. But you can barely reach his thighs with the way the two of you are positioned, the tips of your fingers desperately trying to take a hold of the tense muscle. 

You let out a shaking breath as your orgasm hits you like a truck. It doesn’t come in small, building waves. It’s violent and vivid, the pleasure needling into your skin. Joel finally grants you your wish and releases your legs, as they fall and frame his broad waist, you weakly wrap your arms around him. Only after the fact do you realize he leaned in for your embrace. Craving it as much as you do. 

He keeps still until your tremors have subsided, his lips etched into your neck, kissing and nipping the soft flesh. He’s still hard, cock throbbing deep inside of you. 

“You good?” he breathes out. 

“Yeah.” 

“A’right.” 

You don’t expect him to pull out, hence you’re not ready to be left empty. But the sight he provides you is worth it, he grips his cock, his fist moving in solid, fast, strokes over your stomach. 

He grunts as he comes, spurting his hot cum over your stomach in thick, white streams. Your cheeks heat up at the sight of him. His body shudders, his grip on his cock tight as he continues to stroke himself. His eyes are closed with the intention to hide his bliss, his lips parted. You hear the groans he tries to bite back, and arousal sets your body aflame once more. 

He finally finishes, and his hand falls to his side, his breathing heavy and deep. Both of you too frightened to say a word. 

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x y/n #joel miller smut #joel miller fanfiction #tlou fanfiction #the last of us fanfiction #pedro pascal character #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #scheduled post #your friendly neighborhood queue

[mamawasatesttube]

I like Kon and Clark having a complicated (but caring) relationship. Clark messing up with Kon at first adds a lot of interesting plot. And all the things that happened because of misunderstandings. Characters having flaws is important or else they’d be boring. However the flaws need to not be totally out of character because Clark is NOT abusive, he’s just in his own head and wigged out about certain aspects of Kon’s creation. Plus coming back to all that after dying is a lot to process and I can see why Clark swerved to try and avoid it instead.

yeah generally i tend to explain it as that clark genuinely does not fuckin know what all is going on with kon. part of that is avoidance but also just... he is dealing with a lot.

but also, like. imagine you went through something incredibly traumatic. the next day someone shows up at your doorstep like hey. so there's a kid we made using a sample of your tissue without your consent, like, last week. would you immediately go "oh shit, i have custody of this child now"? i really doubt it. especially if that kid is a teenager who says nah i have people in my corner, im okay on my own, thanks though but byeee!

clark (and kon) are both absolutely characters with flaws. i agree it's boring otherwise. but i really don't think this situation is like... on clark. it's tragic and unfortunate all around but it's not his fault yk?

#kon #clark #answers

[violetfoxsketches]

🖊🖊🖊 >:3

You want 3 shorts, you will get 3 shorts >;3c General tw for blood, body horror; these are shorts about Javier's turning

🖊 Hellbent

“Would you get off my back?! I don’t wanna hear it, man!”

Javier snarled at the figure in the passenger seat of his danube blue ‘65 Impala. He’d agreed to drive Lucas home from work, not to another lecture about Riles. As they pulled to a red light, Lucas gawked as Javier propped a cigarette between his lips and flicked a lighter.

“I thought you said you quit last year.” Lucas drawled, “Where are you even gittin’ the money for those? You couldn’t even pay yer half of rent last month.” “Seriously, dude what are you, my ma?” Javier growled in response, “Wouldn't need ‘em if you’d stop stressin’ me out so much with all the lecturin’.”

“I wouldn’t have to lecture yer ass if you’d just break up with yer crazy chick.” Lucas spat in response, “You don't drag yer ass in til dawn half the time, you stopped goin' to Mass, you miss work, and now yer smokin' again? It’s like I don’t even know you anymore, man. Whatever she's doin' wit'chu you ain't right. You need to git rid of her.”

“Lucas, I’m warnin’ you…”

The car fell into silence as the light turned green. The fuck did Lucas know about Riles anyways? He’d hated her ever since he met her. Javier took a long drag and let his breath fill the car with smoke as he eyed Lucas in the passenger seat, almost daring the man to say one more thing about Riles. Lucas glared right back. Then, without warning, he snatched the cig right out of Javier’s mouth, cranked down the window and flicked it out of the car.

“What the fu—?”

“—Stop bein’ a dick and I’ll stop treatin’ you like one.” Lucas cut in.

“If anyone’s bein’ the dick, it’s you!” Javier bellowed, “What the fuck is your problem with Riles? The real one, not the bullshit you keep makin’ up about her.”

“I ain’t makin’ up shit, Javi. I went with my gut and made some calls at work. There ain’t no Riley Reid from Tampa that matches her in the books. She’s lyin’ through her teeth, and yer eatin’ it up!”

“Yeah sure. You’re stalkin’ her records, but she’s the crazy one! Do you even hear yourself, man? Maybe you're the one that's changed.” Lucas went quiet. Javier scoffed.

“She told me you were gonna try and use some bullshit story to scare me away from her.” Javier’s voice grew cold, “Can’t you just go be happy with your fiance and leave me the fuck alone already?” “...I gave her til the end of the month to git the hell outta dodge before I call the feds.” Lucas responded, tone equally as icy, “I can’t let her ruin yer life with whatever scam she’s pullin’.”

Tires screeched on pavement as Javier swerved to a stop.

“You WHAT?!” Javier practically roared, “...Nah. Get out of the fuckin’ car.”

Lucas gave Javier a hard look, but it went ignored as Javier jerked the keys out of the ignition and stepped out in a rage. He rounded the front of the Impala and yanked the passenger door open. “I said, get out of the fuckin’ car, Lucas!” Javier yelled, “Or I’ll make you get out.”

“You can’t make me do shit, Javi.”

That was it. Javier reached in, grabbed a handful of Lucas’ blazer, and tugged him right out of his seat. He didn’t care if it was Lucas, he was gonna feed the jerk his own teeth for threatening Riles. Javier drew his fist back and swung, but Lucas banked to the right and before Javier knew what happened, Javier’s back slammed against the hood of the Impala and Lucas had an iron grip on Javier’s jacket collar. Stunned by the impact, Javier flinched and closed his eyes for a punch that never came.

“Believe it or not, I’m doin' this because I care about you, pendejo.” Lucas huffed, still holding Javier in place by two fistfuls of jacket.

“...liar.” Javier managed, “You just can’t stand the idea that I’m not the sorry little queer that needs your protection anymore. God forbid I find a woman to be happy with. What; did you think I’d never get over you?”

The grip loosened. Lucas looked down at Javier as if those words had been a switchblade to the chest. Good. Javier took the chance to shove Lucas away and got back on his feet.

“Up yours, Lucas. You can fuckin’ walk home.” Javier spat as he fixed the jacket’s popped collar, “You’re not makin’ me late to my date.” Javier slammed the passenger door shut, slid into the driver’s seat, and flipped Lucas the bird before revving the engine and peeling out, leaving the other man to choke on exhaust in the rear view mirror.

🖊 Love Me Dead

Javier felt like he was on fire. His ears were ringing, the smell of something foul assaulted his nose, he could taste an entire ashtray on his dry tongue. His fingers stung as he groped blindly along… dusty concrete?

Bleary brown eyes finally cracked open to take in his surroundings. Blood. It was all over him, old, dry, flakey blood. It was the only thing on him, he soon came to realize.

Okay, focus. Try and remember what happened…

He’d been furious when he got home. Packed a backpack for everything he’d need overnight and tossed it in the trunk of his Impala before going to meet with Riles. She’d cooed and smoothed his ruffled feathers, she’d made him forget his anger, but things got fuzzy from there.

To Javier’s surprise, his sight was the only one of his senses that wasn’t overwhelming him. He was in a basement, or at least, what once was a basement. It looked like a tornado had blown through the place. What had happened down here...?

The world around him was moving too quickly. He crashed into a wooden banister, and splintered it. He went headlong into a stack of old boxes and scattered their contents. He remembered the headache that was denting some kind of pipe. Then there was the door. Clawing and clawing at impossible speed with his bare hands like a trapped animal. Desperate. Screaming. Starving.

Javier rounded what was left of the banister up to the basement door. Deep scratch marks, highlighted with more old blood. His blood, he finally realized. In his frenzy, he’d worn his fingertips down to blood and bone. What kind of drug had he been on last ni— OhhhhHolyMotherOfGod there was a hole in his chest.

“HELP!” Javier’s lungs burned as he filled them with air to scream, “¡AYÚDAME! SOMEONE; ANYONE!”

He grabbed the doorknob. He twisted and pulled and pushed and rattled but it wouldn't budge. He pounded and pounded on the wood, first with his fists, then with his shoulders. Until finally he heard the sound of footsteps.

"LET ME OUT! I NEED A DOCTOR!"

The groan of a heavy object scraping the floor. The rattle of a chain. The sliding of a deadbolt. The twist of the doorknob. He came face to face with…

“...Riles?” Javier uttered. A wash of relief crashed into him, “Riles, thank God!”

She simply stood there, amusement growing on her lips and a folded pile of clothes in her arms.

“Ohh, Pobrecito~” Riley snickered, “Still reeling from that tantrum, I see. C’mon, let’s get you all cleaned up.”

“Riles, you gotta get me to a hospital before I bleed out!” Javier urged, unsure why she was so calm. Jovial, even.

“Baby… you’re not bleeding out. You’re already dead.”

“I’m… —Riles, c’mon, that’s not funny.”

“I’m serious. You’re dead. Although damn; did you come back swinging. What a display.”

Riley chuckled darkly, gazing him up and down with pride in her smile as she handed Javier what he now realized were his duds and jacket.

“Everything is going to be okay now.” she reached up to caress the side of his face. Anxiety and panic fluttered away as Javier practically melted into her touch, “You’re free, Baby.”

Javier found himself grinning right back at her. He wasn't entirely sure why. “Free, huh? Free from what?”

“Your miserable life. Your awful friends. Your pointless studies. Sharing the same fate as your father. You’re more than all of that now. You are the night personified. Beautiful. Eternal. Vicious.”

Riley drew Javier closer with her touch and cradled him against her neck. Something inside Javier stirred. A foreign instinct, demanding to be acknowledged. Or had it always been a part of him? He kissed her, gratefully. God, she was cold as Death.

“Go on; I know you must still be hungry.” Riley whispered as her fingers slid through the hair at the back of Javier’s head.

He was still hungry, and somehow he already knew what to do. He curled back his lip and bit sharply into her neck…

🖊 Teeth

He was met with the bright amber eyes he’d fallen in love with. His senses weren’t screaming, the hole in his chest was gone, and his fingertips were whole again. Thank God it was over.

“I must’ve been on a helluva trip if you stayed with me all night. You never do that.” Javier snorts out a laugh, “I don’t even remember what I took, pero I was loco en la cabeza last night. I was convinced we were both vampires. God; I think I even tried to bite you.”

“Oh there was no try, Baby; you did.” Riley smirked, “And we are. You just might be a little hazy on the details, seeing as you went so buck wild I had to stake you for a couple weeks.”

“Seriously, stop pullin’ my leg, Riles.”

Riley tilted her head and smiled at him in a way that didn’t need words: she was patronizing him. Then she flashed her teeth and Javier’s own smile dropped. His gaze darted to a mirror on the nearby vanity and in what felt like a blur, he was already there, rattling the furniture with an unintentional collision. Reflexively, he steadied the wobbly mirror before it could topple. The sight that greeted him was paler than ever, almost no color to his lips. The dusty eyes looking back at him were sunken and dull. He looked half-dead. Behind him, Riley giggled.

“Cool the jets, Babyfangs, there’s no fire.” she purred.

“Babyfangs?” Javier wrinkled his nose at her reflection.

Instinctively, he curled a lip and sure enough, four massive fangs protruded from his gums.

“...Madre de Dios…”

“Oh Baby… God didn’t have anything to do with this.”

Reality hit Javier like a speeding car and he staggered backwards. Cold arms caught him and snaked around his middle.

“I had to do it,” Riley insisted, “He was trying to take you away from me; look at how much he upset you. You’re better off without him. Without all of them. We’ll hit the road tonight and leave this miserable place in our dust. You trust me, right?”

“Yeah…” Javier found himself saying, almost automatically. Of course he trusted her. “I just need to tell Ma or she’ll worry.”

“Oh, I already took care of that. Your funeral was last week.”

Something hitched within him. Not his breath, not his pulse —he’d already come to realize both were long absent. No, this was something deeper, in the pit of his stomach. His poor Ma.

The arms tightened around him and cold flesh pressed against his back.

“You don’t live in their world anymore, Baby. It had to be done. They can’t come looking for you.”

“...How? What… what do they think happened to me?”

“Oh, you can read about it if you like.” Riley almost sang. She removed one hand to grab a newspaper clipping on the nightstand and handed it to Javier.

Fiery Crash Leaves One Dead And Rocks Nashville Suburb

Javier Andres Peña of Nashville, Tennessee was found dead on the side of Bell Road this morning by police after reports of smoke in the area. He was tragically killed in a vehicular accident on the evening of August 15th, when he lost control of his vehicle and struck a telephone pole. Evidence suggests he had been drinking and that a lit cigarette started the blaze that later consumed the vehicle. There was not enough left of the body to identify, but the plates on the burnt out shell of the 1965 Impala found at the scene matched a title in his name. His girlfriend, Riley Reid, reported he was meant to show up for a date that evening and never made it. Peña was 25 years old and is survived by his mother, Celestina Peña. The closed casket funeral will be on August 18th at 10pm at Our Lady Guadalupe Catholic Church. Wake to follow.

He almost choked. That pit in his stomach started to burn and boil. How… how could Riley do that… to his car. To whatever poor fuck she’d passed off as him. To Ma. To Lucas. Oh God Lucas. He felt sick. Angry.

“Baby… this was for your own good.” she whispered, “You love me, don’t you…?”

“Yeah…” Javier nodded tersely. The arms wrapped tightly around him once more. Guilt suddenly overwhelmed him.

“You trust me, don’t you…?”

“... Yeah.” What was he upset about again? He couldn't remember.

“You want to be with me forever, don’t you…?”

“Of course, Riles. Siempre.” He couldn’t have been more sure of anything in the world.

She turned Javier to face her and stood to meet him. Cradling him close to her neck again and tracing fingers through his hair.

“You’ll feel better once you’ve eaten, Baby. I promise.”

#vampire the masquerade #vtm oc #ask game #Toreador #sayonaramidnight #Javier Peña #Riley Reid #tw blood #tw body horror #yes I like naming my shorts after songs from a character's playlist #especially since Javier's Toreador obsession is music #closeted 80's Tennessee bisexual dumpster fire of a man that he is

[punzywunzy]

「 Ride Em’ Cowboy 」

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literally riding sam’s thighs is on my mind

wait, cowboy sam- yup, that’s it

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warning(s); degrading praise, thigh riding, grinding/humping, dirty/baby boy nickname

anatomy; amab (male!anatomy)

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exhausted and sore is what you were. you threw your self a little too hard on the wooden porch, regretting it instantly as your butt and all over ached from working all day.

you agreed to help sam run his farm. helping push the large haybales out in the field, feeding his animals, even chasing the chickens that got out and were a pain in your ass to catch.

it’s just been a rough day.

you rested your elbows on your knees as your hands held your face. you sighed loudly, realizing it was only monday and you told sam you would help him for the week. maybe you can make an excuse to get out of labor work. act sick, fake a phone call that something urgent came up, move to a different country-

“hey (y/n), d’ya think ya might could fill up a bucket of water for the dogs?”

it wasn’t really a question since he knew you’d do it anyway. especially since his accent never failed to convince you and make you feel some type of way. your legs already starting to work on their own as you got up and walked over to the water faucet.

grabbing a near by bucket, making sure it was clean beforehand and filling it with cold water. your turned the faucet off and took a deep breath. hopefully you didn’t strain your back from carrying this. you focused all your strength and started to carry the water bucket over by the hayloft were the dogs resided at.

you felt yourself on the verge of shaking from how heavy the bucket was. you decided to whistle to hopefully get the dogs’ attention so you didn’t have to walk the rest of the way. and with some luck on your side came running the big fluffy white dogs. great pyrenees running towards you, not for you but for the water.

you stood yourself back and watched as they practically inhaled the water. you let out a satisfied sigh as you fulfilled the task.

“good job bud, almost thought ya were gonna pass out tryin’ to carry it”

you swerved your head and your eyes met with sam’s greenish-blue ones. he gave you a grin as he started to walk back to his porch as you followed behind him like a lost puppy.

as long as sam was proud of you at the end, it was quite worth it.

you watched sam sit down on the porch, you doing the same. sitting close to him without noticing. you decided to crack your knuckles to feel the relief of hearing the satisfying ‘pop’.

“now how should i reward ya’?”

you immediately stopping cracking your knuckles. reward? like a popsicle or something?

you hesitantly shifted your eyes to look at sam to see the look on his face if he was joking around or pulling your leg.

sam staring back at you with intensity in his eyes made your lower throb. you stopped breathing for a second and didn’t know where to hold your gaze at.

“w-what, reward? i dont need a re-“

before you could finish your sentence you felt hands on your hips, pulling your near sam. you felt your body sit on one of sam’s thighs. both your legs on both sides of his large thigh.

fuck, his thigh was muscular. you could feel the curves and edges of his muscle through his blue jeans.

you barley let out an audible whimper as you grabbed onto sam’s shoulders.

you heard a low chuckle in your ear, making the hair on the back of your neck stand.

“damn bud, didn’t know ya’ were that sensitive, already whimpering and i haven’t even done anything yet”

you felt your face flush as the words left his mouth. you were about to retort back at what the hell he was doing but he suddenly started to bounce his leg. making you wrap your arms around his neck as he chuckled at every little reaction he got out of you.

he continued to bounce his leg as your body bounced right back. your cock rubbing against your own jeans as they rubbed against his. they were getting tighter by the second.

his grip on your hips tightened as he guided you through each bounce. causing a whimper or quiet moan to slip out your mouth each time. you were enjoying this way too much.

you weaved your hand through sam’s short brown hair, earning a low groan from him as you accidentally pulled. the sound coming from his mouth sent a jolt to your cock. thrusting against his thigh for more friction.

he suddenly stopped bouncing his leg as he leaned back on his hands and admired you.

“go on baby boy, pleasure yourself. wanna feel your hard cock rubbing on my thigh.”

you whined. glad to go at your own pace but desperate for his touch and guidance. you tightened your fingers in his hair as you rocked back and forth on him. biting your lip hard enough to pierce through the skin.

you threw your head back as sam started to palm you through your jeans. letting your jaw hang as continuous moans flooded out your mouth. grinding your hips against his large calloused hand.

“s-sam, close, s-so close!”

his chuckle reaching your ears made you quicken your pace. encouraging you to reach your release.

your body was getting tired. as it was already sore from working all day, your stamina was low and you started to whimper as you were so close. you couldn’t keep up your pace in time for your climax.

“sammm, p-please, i wanna c-cum!”

he knew what you wanted. and that’s exactly what you got. his hands instantly attaching back to your hips and guiding you in a fast pace. loud moans leaving your mouth as your release was building up faster every second.

you let sam guide your hips, rubbing your cock against his thigh at an rapid pace.

“such a dirty boy, so fuckin’ good for me”

his words pushed you. cumming in your jeans as he continued to rub and bounce your cock against him to ride out your orgasm.

he slowed his movements before coming to a complete stop. your body leaned forward as you collapsed on sam. breathing out heavy breaths and pants. satisfied but feeling sweaty and sticky. you groaned.

“so good for me baby boy, let’s run ya’ a bath and clean ya’ up”

he lifted you up like a rag doll, feeling his own cock hard against you.

if helping sam for the rest of the week ended with this, you were definitely not complaining.

#awesamdude smut #awesamdude x reader #mcyt smut #mcyt x reader #pw:sam #punzywunzy

[realcube]

haikyuu!! boys when your ex hassles you in front of them 💢

characters:  suga, sukusa, atsumu & oikawa

tw// harassment, exes, swearing, gn!reader, he/him! ex, sexual references

thank you for the cool request, anon!

Kōshi Sugawara 

i don’t think he knows what your ex looks like-

why would he?

so when your ex approached you on the street and started asking you a bunch of intrusive questions about you, while pretending that sugawara  wasn’t even there

suga just stood there 🤠

well, he did that for a while until your exes’ questions started getting uncomfortably personal

but suga tried to be subtle about it bc he thought the guys was one of your friends pfft

i mean, why else would you just start talking to a random guy in the park?

‘uh, hiya. i don’t think you should be asking questions like that.’ he chuckled, awkwardly rubbing the back his neck

then, he felt your hand discreetly slip into his own and give it a small squeeze so he took that as a sign that he was doing something right

but then..YOUR EX JUST WENT BACK TO TALKING AS IF SUGAWARA WASN’T EVEN THERE 

he didn’t even spare poor suga a glance smh smh 

:O 

he was livid

!! how quickly he went from fanon to canon suga 

‘HEY YOU CAN’T JUST KEEP ASKING (Y/N) WEIRD QUESTIONS WHILE STAND HERE AND WATCH! FUCKING STOP !!’

geez you weren’t sure whether you should be the one frightened or not 

both you and your ex just kinda stared at him like ◉_◉

until your ex finally broke the silence by muttering something along the lines of ‘we’ll catch up later’ then bolted off 

suga then went back to being all smiley, as if nothing just hands, gently swaying your intertwined hands back and forth as he guided you in the opposite direction

‘are all your friend like that?’ suga inquired, lightly tapping the back of your hand with his thumb

‘that wasn’t my friend - just an ex.’

ok good bc now the little bit of guilt that was bugging suga had washed away and was replaced by a sense of pride 

Kiyoomi Sakusa

sakusa pretends like he doesn’t care about your exes but in reality he has all their legal names, schools, addresses and weaknesses memorised 

also he’s hyperaware of what’s going on so he probably notices your ex before you do 

so he does everything in his power to match sure y’all don’t cross paths but his efforts were in vain as your ex finally sees you then proceeds to try and greet you

at that point, sakusa will literally just grab your hand and swerve the guy tbh

that must be quite embarrassing for him but let’s say he’s persistent enough to try talk to you again

sakusa would make some of the shadiest comments in hopes to scare him off

and his blood is fkn boiling too so it probably comes off his tongue rather sharply

‘is this your stalker, (y/n)?’

‘he’s quite short’

‘what business do you have asking those kind of questions?’

‘weirdo.’

‘i have places to be, (y/n). let’s go.’

that last comment would prompt your ex to offer for you to spend the rest of the day with him so sakusa could go to his ‘places’

but that was the last straw for sakusa tbh

he just drags you away at that point

and if you mention how defensive he was acting, he’ll definitely blame it on the fact you looked uncomfortable but in reality, he was mad as hell too

Atsumu Miya

you’d mutter something like ‘oh, it’s my ex..’ before the guy approached you and atsumu would just leave y’all to chat while he went on his phone

but then he began to notice how weird and personal the guys’ questions started to become and how uneasy you looked

he didn’t want to be uptight so he’d probably try to act pally with your ex to kindly get him to stop 🛑

‘hey, man; uh, me and (y/n) need to go but this has been mad fun. talk to you later - love the hair, by the way.’

atsumu spun around on his heels and gave you the eyes 👀 which you knew meant that you should follow him

you did so, but then you felt your ex grab your wrist to hold you back, yelling something like ‘wait!’

.........

atsumu karate chopped his wrist so he’d let go IVZBZSRTIUGSH

he doesn’t know his own strength though sometimes so your exes’ wrist was lookin... kinda mangled

and he let out a cry of pain which wasn’t a good sign

‘fuckin run-’ atsumu whispered in your ear before taking off 🏃‍♂️

Tōru Oikawa

as soon as he realised that he guy trying to talk to you was your ex-- oikawa didn’t even let the guy get a word in lmao

he was too busy making feisty remarks and cruel comparisons

but they’d never be directly towards him, he’d whisper the snide comments in your ear but loud enough for your ex to hear

‘oooh, is this the guy you were dating before me? what a shame.’ 

‘you seriously upgraded, didn’t you?’ (please agree with him or else that’s gonna be pretty awkward)

‘i can tell your taste in men has improved greatly’

‘it’s small, isn’t it?’

‘i feel so bad for you, (y/n).’

‘is this the one that you said you had to fake orgasms for?’

‘why is he still talking?’

it would reach the point where your ex has to choice but to back off as the insults got harsher 

honestly, you barley even processed anything that your ex just said as 90% of your attention was focussed on stifling a chuckle in response to oikawa’s little commentary 

‘you’re so mean sometimes, tōru.’

oikawa quirked at brow as he looked at you with a perplexed expression, did he hear you right? i mean, he just saved your ass from your ex yet you were calling him mean? didb’t he des--

‘and i love you for it.’ you hummed, pressing a kiss on his cheek

#haikyuu x gender neutral reader #oikawa x y/n #sakusa x reader #sugawara imagine #atsumu x you #oikawa x reader #oikawa hcs #sakusa imagines #sakusa headcanons #sakusa x y/n #atsumu x y/n #haikyuu x gn!reader #sakusa hcs #sugawara hcs

[eddiecabotsmile]

HAHA hi its me again <3 could you do a HC of the ResDogs teaching the reader how to drive?? (i need some motivation to study for my license ksksnksak)

i feel your pain haha i hope this helps a bit, you fuckin rock tho - love daisy

the dogs teaching you how to drive

warnings: cursing, driving is difficult lmaoaoao, not abiding by the law, this is purely FICTION dont you dare do any illegal stuff i write about

taglist: @darkskinbeautyhoe @imaginesbymk @electricalfireflies @trashybowtie @blanketybaby

pink

pink is ALWAYS up for a teaching lesson, i mean, he’s a fucking professional

knocking over the trash can and he’s questioning whyy he agreed to do this

“what the hell you told me you could drive!” and you’re like “i need help driving you dick!”

clear indicator on how this is gonna go

mr pink is such a backseat driver 😭

the whole ride consists of him trying to reach over and help while you’re swerving

“would you stop i’m trying to- OH MY GOSH-”

no pedestrians were hit, you think— “no don’t cry, just please. get out of the driver seat”

driving home in silence when the gas light comes on

both you and pink look down at the light, then at each other and you start tearing up

once he pulls into the gas station he takes off his seat belt and motions for you to come over

mr pink helps you pump gas — with one hand guiding yours, and his arm around your waist

gas is probably the only thing that goes right lol

“see? you’re a natural at this, maybe you can get better” he smiled, leaning on the car

you gave him a quick peck on the lips

picking up snacks from the gas station then heading home to study some more

he can’t necessarily go to the dmv with you bc he’s a criminal LMAO but he’ll wait outside

pink pulls the instructor aside and threatens him “if they don’t pass, i will personally run you over”

mr pink peppering your face with kisses while you get in the car “remember what i said, okay?”

that was half geared towards you and the teacher lol

you passed! and he could not have been happier — he’s lifting you into the air and cheering

but he still drives you home :)

orange

freddy is the best teacher

lets you drive around the police department parking lot after hours

it’s so cute, he sets up cones in the parking lot and cardboard cutouts and everything!

“you know it’s totally fine if you don’t get it your first time” he affirmed, with a hand on your thigh

he’s constantly reassuring you from the passenger seat

“if it makes you feel any better, i didn’t get my license until i was 24” which made you feel a bit better, and you shared laughed

him being so proud of you only knocking over 2 cones this time instead of 4

but kinda demolishing some of the cardboard cut outs

“i’m gonna have to arrest you now” freddy jokes making you frown “that’s not funny freddy”

making out in his car hehehe

helps you study for the written part of the test

spends about an hour digging through boxes for his flash cards

yes,, frederick newandyke uses flash cards still

feeds you fruite brutes when you get one right

falling asleep on the couch while studying

he drives you to the dmv, quizzing you the whole way there

“just be cool, you’ve got this. it’s all good”

freddy pulls you aside from the driver, “angel, i wanted to give you something that helped me pass”

he opens up his hand and it’s a spider-man figurine

you could die on the spot from pure love broo

you passed and freddy couldn’t be prouder!

now you keep the spider-man on your keychain wherever you go

blonde

no fucking way he’s letting you touch his car

so naturally he steals his brother vincent’s car

“floor it, baby! go go go” vic yells to you, looking back to see if vincent would follow

now on an adrenaline rush, you had no idea where you were going and it was thrilling lmaoo

vic kinda needs a refresher on how to drive after jail.. but you’ll be fineee

he’s very protective of you and his car and lets you just ride it out — no instruction

jsut cruising around in a stolen car, vic possibly napping (?) beside you

life is good — untilll someone swerved into your lane almost knocking you off the road

he was quick to roll down the window and stick his head out “learn to fucking drive, asshole!”

and you could not stop laughing

vic will always defend his baby 😌

once the fun was over it was time to really study, which you did by yourself

half because he’s bad at studying and half because you really needed to cram

vics road rage rubs off on you slowly but surely

the driving instructor was shocked by the amount of language you used

you looked over shyly, “sorry, it’s just a bit of road rage”

okay, you didn’t pass, but that’s okay!

to ease the pain vic takes you out for lunch to help take your mind off of things

“where are we going? i already failed vic, it’s not funny” you huffed as he turned into the dmv “just wait honey, it’ll be worth it”

vic turned into the parking spot next to your driving instructors and gave you ‘the look’

you and vic wrecking that guys car

there’s always time to drive, but not enough to key people’s car with your boyfriend ;)

white

despite being a criminal larry is a cautious driver

“just take it easy, check your mirrors, make sure its lined up” you huffed, “larry i got this”

honestly you’re not a bad driver larry just loves his car

gives his two cents while you’re studying

like a lot 😂

larry paced the floor then stopped, “you know it’s really not required to use a signal, but that’s just good practice for idiots”

then he stops again, “not saying you’re an idiot but-” making you laugh “okay just move on!”

sitting in his lap on the couch and acting like your driving — you grabbed his right hand “i shift gears, then i um”

“ten and two, sweetie. there ya go”

this was yet another excuse just to sit on larry’s beautiful thighs

larry smoothed your hair and pressed a kiss to the top of your head before heading out

larry grabbed your waist, and pulled you into a hug “i’m so proud of you sweetie” he whispered

a few weeks later you had been sharing a car with larry, and it was kind of hard given his job

and the fact you didn’t want to drive around with blood in the backseat

“hey, wake up sweetheart, i’ve got a surprise for you”

sleepily shuffling to the drive way to see a brand new car waiting there

your screams almost woke the whole neighborhood

“i called in a favor from cabo-” he was cut off by you pulling him into a deep kiss

you drive him everywhereeee and he’s so happy you like your new car

takes tons of polaroids of you in front/on the hood of your car

and keeps them in his car :’)

brown

never take lessons from a getaway driver — it’s a bad idea to let him teach anything

mr brown just hops in the the car and is like “alright go”

let the windows down, and turns the music up while giving you directions

“oh wait, i meant turn here”

probably the worst yet most entertaining dog to learn from

he’s so good at shortcuts and directions tho 🤷🏽‍♀️

you were coming up on a yellow light and started to slow “i bet you can’t make it” he challenged

speeding through almost every light like a video game

brown’s so bad at studying tho hahaha

“what about parallel parking?” brown thought for a second “it’s not essential, really”

brown kisses your shoulder “pleasee just come hang with me, you can study later” he groans

yep, attention whore

taking frequent breaks between playing with mr brown and studying alll day

carpool karaoke !!

SURPRISINGLY mr browns advice helped you pass

congratulates you when you get your license with a whole ass cake

‘good job, young jedi’ is written sloppily on the top

the first thing you two do is go to a drive in movie and celebrate

and yes, bringing the cake to eat in the car

“you wanna know something?” brown asked, “what?” you said looking over at him

“i never got my license”

this explains a lot

#mr blonde headcanon #mr blonde x reader #mr brown headcanon #mr brown x reader #mr orange headcanon #mr orange x reader #mr pink headcanon #mr pink x reader #mr white headcanon #mr white x reader #reservoir dogs #reservoir dogs preference

[amjustagirl]

Chapters: one. ~ two. ~ three. ~ four. ~ five. ~ six. ~ seven. ~ eight.

Wordcount: 2k

Summary: Being with Miya Atsumu is like chasing a storm - equal parts exhilaration and danger. After all, it’s impossible to tame a storm

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Author’s Note: And we’re at the penultimate chapter! Am rly excited to hear what you guys think - so please, drop me an ask, a note, a comment, anything!!! Thank you for following this fic with me <3

He stays away from her over the next two weeks. He still picks Shino up from childcare - he’s never leaving his little girl again - but takes Osamu’s advice to duck into the kitchen the minute he hears the bell chime to mark her entrance into the shop. 

‘Is everything alright with Atsumu?’ he hears her ask Osamu after a week of radio silence from him. 

He imagines Osamu just shrugs, because his twin later gives him a look of askance that he ignores. 

‘Meet me on Sunday afternoon? Was hoping to have a quick chat and pass something over to you since my arm is out of its sling.Osamu agreed to take Shino for a couple of hours, so don’t worry about her’, he texts her. 

‘Fine’, she texts back. ‘Works for me’. 

‘Hey’, he greets her as she opens the door, fighting the impulse to scruff his shoes into the ground like a nervous schoolboy on his first date. 

‘Hey yourself’, she responds without heat, slipping on her shoes. ‘Shall we?’ 

He nods, turning on his heel and she follows suit, their footfalls matching in pace, though they angle their bodies to avoid each other’s gaze in the lift. They do not exchange a single word until they reach the car park, and he leads her past all the cars to a dim corner, lit by a single flickering electric bulb.  

‘Atsumu - what’s this?’ she says, staring uncomprehendingly at the motorbike parked in front of her, the exact replica of the bike she sold when she got pregnant with Shino, albeit updated with a shining coat of new paint and the latest modifications, top of the line. 

‘Surprise?’ he tells her, unable to hide a grin when she runs a hand reverently over the seat of the bike. 

‘I can’t accept this, ‘Tsumu. It’s too much’, she demurs but he knows she’s fallen in love when she’s unable to tear her eyes away from the bike.

‘Sure ya can! I registered it under yer name, and paid for the parking fees for the year, and look! It even comes with a helmet!’, he assures her, crossing his fingers behind his back. ‘Ya can ride it whenever ya have time to yerself - I’ll make sure I or ‘Samu will take Shino-chan for a couple hours every weekend so ya can go break some speed limits on the bike!’ 

‘This isn’t a bribe, right? Or some attempt to trick me into agreeing into something I don’t want to do?’ she asks him suspiciously. 

‘No - no tricks, I swear on my life. Look - I’ve signed the divorce papers, they’re in my bag. I just wanted to give ya the bike as a partin' gift’, he says, keeping his voice deliberately light. 

She stares at him, searching his face for any sign of duplicity, but he holds her gaze until she turns away, satisfied. 

‘You never do anything by halves, do you ‘Tsumu? But thank you anyway’, she laughs breathily and his heart lurches to a start when he sees her slowly start to glow whilst fussing over the bike, exclaiming to herself as she admires the paint job and the extra compartments he’d gotten the mechanic to install. 

Watching her brings back memories of their adventures together before Shino came along. She’d pick him up for a ride to the outskirts of Osaka on their rare days off, in search for a spot to lay their picnic mat down and shoot the breeze. They’d never found that perfect picnic spot, but that just meant that there were more places to explore, more roads to traverse, more adventures for them to go on. That’d all stopped once Shino came along, and he wonders if they wouldn’t be in such a state if he’d put in more effort to carve out more time for them.   

And even before that - there was the time she’d surprised him by turning up in Kobe for one of his matches, sweeping him away from his confused teammates right after the match to celebrate over egg mayo sandwiches at 7-11. He suspects that was the day he’d fallen in love with her, half realising that she was probably the only person crazy enough to burn hours on the road on the back her rusty old bike right after an exam, just to stay up all night sitting cross-legged in a dim combini with mayo in her hair, listening to him ramble about his volleyball match. 

Wow. 'Samu's right. Even the reason he fell in love with her was fucking selfish. 

‘Hey ‘Tsumu’, he hears her say after a while and he looks up. ‘Wanna go for a ride?’ she asks brightly, twirling the keys around her finger. 

‘Huh?’ he responds, genuinely perplexed. 

‘A ride, you idiot. Don’t you want to find out how the bike feels on the road, especially since you’re the one who paid for it?’ 

‘Sure’, he says, a little lost - but then again she’s always found ways to keep him on his toes. ‘But there’s only one helmet’. 

‘I still have my old one upstairs. Give me a second so I can get it!’ she rushes off, a spring in her step he’s sorely missed seeing and despite the ache in his heart, he smiles. 

His smile vanishes the moment she kicks the bike full throttle and hurtles through weekend Osaka traffic at breakneck speed, making such sharp turns he almost falls off the bike if he weren’t already clutching her waist for dear life. ‘Oi! Look out!’ he yelps, as she weaves her way through narrow gaps between cars, seemingly deaf to the horns of outraged drivers behind her - and fuck he wants to puke but can’t because there’s no way that doesn’t end badly for him. 

‘Slow down, you fuckin' maniac’, he manages to shout when his stomach gives itself up for dead, but the wind swallows his words and she only whoops in response. The neon city lights blur into a mess of colours and he runs through his repertoire of curse words. He swears she’s evil - it’s not enough that she’s killed him once by divorcing him, her insane riding is going to make sure he’s doubly dead.

They burst onto the highway in a squeal of tires, the city skyline fading into a sea of lights, and they’re both so focused on the road ahead of them, well – she is, at least, he’s trying his level best to stay on his seat - that neither of them notice the dark clouds gathering above until the first splatter of raindrops on the road. 

The sky is threatening enough to make her swerve off the highway into a quiet neighbourhood, screeching to a halt at the nearest park with an empty shelter large enough to fit both of them. They jump off the bike, helmets dangling over their arm, and she catches hold of his hand as they splash their way through muddy puddles in a bid to escape the incoming storm. 

‘That was amazing!’ she laughs when they reach shelter, twirling on the tips of her feet, cheeks flushed pink with excitement, looking so happy and bright and alive -  like a bird spreading its wings to fly high in the sky, the way she used to be before their marriage broke her wings and shackled her to the ground. 

If only he hadn’t been blinded by the false allure of his dreams to appreciate what was right in front of him - a woman bold enough to whisk him away from the clutches of deranged fans on the back of a motorbike, fierce enough for Osamu to assign her to deal with his bullshit - and most of all, crazy enough to marry and have a child with him. And he knows she isn’t his, not anymore, but he's a greedy, selfish man, and he wants her one last time, so he throws his jacket over her shoulders as a pretext for drawing her close to him, slanting his mouth gently over hers. 

She stills for a second, and he’s about to pull away when she melts into him, tilting her chin up to grant him greater access to her lips. An unexpected heat coils in his stomach when she tangles her fingers in his hair, scraping her nails against his scalp, a thrill running down his spine as he loses himself in her familiar softness and warmth and groans.

She gasps, jerking away from him, tracing her bruised lips with her fingers, looking up at him with wide eyes.

‘Tsumu’, she begins to say, but he cuts her off, frantic with worry that he’s scared her off before he’s had the chance to say his piece. 

‘I’m sorry - I know I shouldn’t have but I just...can I just say what I meant to say to ya before this?’ he asks, banking on the fact that she hasn’t slapped him yet, and to his relief, she nods. 

‘I’ve thought about what ya said, and yer right -  I’ve taken so much from ya I don’t deserve to ask ya for anything else, not when I should be the one making it up to ya for the rest of my life,’ he says, his heart cracking beneath his ribs (so it’s true, a heart can actually break) – because he knows now she’s lost to him, has been the second he'd forsaken his vows and stormed out of her life, but he gulps a breath to calm his pulse, forcing himself to continue on. 

‘All I want is for ya to be happy and free - and if signing these papers is the price I have to pay, I’ll do it for ya’. Then he draws the brown envelope from his bag, holding it out to her with shaking hands. 

She makes no move to take it from him. 

‘Do you even love me, ‘Tsumu?’ she asks, her voice feather light, a wisp in the wind. ‘Be honest with me, you don’t have to lie’.

There’s a searing pain in his chest and he closes his eyes, losing himself to the undercurrent of regret pulsing in his mind. 

‘I do’, he manages to choke out, peeling aside the rotting layers of vanity and greed and selfishness and pride to flay his chest open to present his heart to her, in all its bleeding, broken glory. 

‘Yer everythin’ I could’ve ever asked for, and it’s killin’ me to watch you walk away - but I deserve it cos I’m a fuckin’ idiot for not realisin’ that sooner, and ya have no idea how fuckin’ sorry I am for hurting ya so badly and making you think that I don’t love ya - because I do, gods, I do, I love ya so goddamned much.’

‘Does our marriage mean that much to you?’ she stares at him, her eyes clouded with an emotion he can’t make out. 

‘Yes’, he says simply, his response both a confession and a prayer. He makes no move to touch her, fearful that any misstep might tip them both over the edge, the storm of emotions swirling within him already threatening to swallow him whole. 

‘Then ask me again, ‘Tsumu’ she whispers, her fists clenched, trembling by her side.    

He blinks at her, but his confusion morphs into elated disbelief when she takes the brown envelope from him and rips it cleanly in half. 

Oh. 

‘Ask me again, ‘Tsumu’, she repeats, the clouds in her eyes clearing into pools of light. He wonders if it mirrors the rush of warmth and love and most of all - hope, overflowing in his heart. 

‘Wanna try jumping off a cliff again?’ he asks, voice shaking, echoing the request he made of her years ago.

She steps forward into his waiting arms, her smile like golden sunlight spilling through grey rain.  

‘Only if you promise to jump with me’, she says softly against his chest. 

He catches her forgiveness desperately in his hands, and seals his promise with his lips. 

#haikyuu #hq #haikyuu!! #haikyuu writing #hq writing #haikyuu imagines #hq imagines #haikyuu angst #haikyuu fluff #miya atsumu x reader #haikyuu x reader #atsumu x y/n #atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x y/n #haikyuucreations #miya atsumu #miya osamu #inarizaki

[bookwyrminspiration]

may i join you in bashing forkle's skull in because, as you might have guessed from my very angry tags, i have THOUGHTS about all this.

just! there's no respect!!! the adults (both the black swan and the council) expect to be treated like authority figures while not listening to the kids and, even worse, pinning the blame on the kids when something goes wrong! timkin is like the only near-semi-valid adult in the black swan just due to him not vibing with the whole project-moonlark thing, and even then i dislike him because instead of trying to help these kids he's just rude to them.

and not to go completely tinfoil hat in your inbox but it's really like...these adults are only seeing the children as something that can either Produce or Provide, if that makes sense. they are tools as opposed to people and that's just. ew! i hate that!

- pyro

oh absolutely you may, pyro. I loved all the tags you left on the post because yes!! both the council and the black swan are utterly incompetent! that's why sophie exists (which is a whole other bad thing in and of itself), and yet they still think they know enough to be the authorities? this one more applies to the Black Swan, who specifically created a child because things weren't working and then turned around and went ah yes, we know better than her and she should listen to us. No!! that defeats her entire purpose on top of the fact that you gave her a purpose aside from just existing and being her!!

honestly you're right about timkin. he thinks Sophie's existence is weird and it is, but instead of seeing that and trying to do something about it, he's just like damn bitch you're a weird kid and I don't want to be here and I'm covered in fur and I won't stay here a moment longer than i'm required to. Bye!! Have fun being a fuckin freak!! like my dude you were so close my guy, and then he just completely swerved and missed the point. it's like he blames her for her weird existence...while working for the people who made her. make it make sense (it doesn't)

you worded that last point so well: the kids either produce results and change, or they provide resources and labor to make change. they just keep giving and giving and giving to this society and these people who keep taking with a promise of reward that never comes. there's no consideration for their thoughts and feelings outside of what benefits them, and no willingness to change. If we go back to Neverseen, Keefe has made it abundantly clear that he doesn't like to read, but Mr. Forkle just waltzes in like hey, knowledge is power. read the fuckin book. meanwhile I want to deck him because if something is genuinely not working for someone, how about you try a different approach instead of forcing them to do something that doesn't work and makes them miserable because you're unwilling to accommodate them?? I ship Mr. Forkle and my fist. yea yea he was the only person to even partially agree with sophie's decision, but that's one instance of neutrality over hostility.

and in the tags of your reblog you mentioned how the council and black swan bring up their age in different tones just depending on what they want to say. they just switch between "you're a level four now, you should be more mature," and "you're only 15 you don't know what you're talking about" (not direct quotes). My dude just say you're using her and go. We don't need the whole justification, you're taking advantage of her youth and drive.

and the absolute audacity of the Black Swan to make a person to fix the worlds problems. oh i hate it so much. I understand it from a writing perspective, but from the perspective of judging the black swan my dudes what the fuck were you thinking. that's an entire fucking person. and so many of their members knew about it and were involved. and none of them dissented. I don't trust the Black Swan to fix the world if this is how they want to fix it.

it was probably meant to just be a cool way to introduce a really powerful protagonist but the implications are horrifying

i should stop before I keep going but grrr I would like to steal sophie and protect her from all these incompetent adults and I'd like to it yesterday

#every so often i discover I have very strong feelings about a detail that I never realized I did #but the black swan...nope. don't like. i was neutral/didn't bother enough to form an opinion for a while but unlocked just really hit it #home. with their treatment of sophie at the end. I really hope she breaks away from them and starts being the #powerful person she's limited from being #if you wanted her to exist to bring something new to the table then let her bring something new #stop trying to box her into your organization #tiergan stop blaming sophie for a war challenge #she did not start this war!! stop!! #hgairg so many thoughts #none of them positive #sophie's friends come support your girl as she fucks over the system please and thanks #kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #quil's queries #pyrokinetic-loser #the black swan #kotlc council #sophie foster #kotlc character analysis #tw caps

[simpingforsoftboys]

PE Class Volleyball: Basics Edition

ft. Miya twins+Suna

!Gender Neutral Reader!

Inspired by @ 420rintarou on Tiktok

I wanted them to be meaner but... oh well. Also I DO NOT play volleyball and all my knowledge is from my previous PE classes and/or Google searches, or tips my volleyball player friends told me before.

*Edited 1/14/21 for mistaken rules hahah 

Ok so like you have no experience with volleyball at all

So why is it that you were paired up with the THREE people in your 4th period PE class that were on the famous VBC?!

Oh right... the teacher absolutely HATED you because he over heard you talking shit about him ONE time in the hallways

Miya Atsumu, Miya Osamu, and Suna Rintaro were FAMOUS on campus for TWO things: their looks and their volleyball skills

Unfortunately their *interesting personalities weren’t as pleasant to deal with as their appearance

Osamu was perhaps the only pleasant one to speak with among them- you wouldn’t have minded being paired with him

Suna was alright, but his sarcastic remarks and scarily neutral expression unnerved you at times

But Atsumu- dear G O D was he a nightmare to deal with

By all means you DID NOT want to be paired with him

Sucks for you though

A-hole sensei hates you

So you were paired with... you guessed it- A T S U M U

It started off simple enough?

Serve practice

Again, the universe was against you and everyone in your class had already known how to underhand serve...

So ya’ll went right into overhand serve practice

It goes like this:

“Wtf are ya even aiming?” Atsumu screeched, rubbing his head in pain

You had *attempted* to serve overhand... and get the ball over the net... but the ball didn’t even go in a straight line... instead it swerved and smacked the faux blonde in the back of the head- HARD

From the other side of the net, Suna and Osamu were openly laughing at your teams predicament

“Pfft Osamu look- I think I see a bump forming on his head-”

Osamu can’t even reply- he finna die of asphyxiation

“BAHHhhshah-”

You are absolutely mortified

If Atsumu doesn’t kill you first- his fangirls definitely will

“I am SO sorry-”

“Ugh- scrub- just serve underhand then. Can’t go wrong with tha’-”

You were about to prove him wrong

After getting another ball, you held it firmly in your non dominant hand, holding it a little ways in front of you, while pulling your fisted up dominant hand behind you- preparing to serve

Your form is decent, they think you’ll be able to pull it off-

You toss the ball slightly, expecting to be able to hit it with your dom. hand...

Seems you miscalculated by a millisecond- since the ball hits your foot before then

“Are ya fuckin serious?” Atsumu looks like he’s going to burst a blood vessel

“Oops- um let me try again! Sorry about that!”

Osamu at least has a little bit more decency and tries to hide his laughter with a cough and turn of his head

Suna straight up doesn’t care and is snickering, a wide grin stretched out on his face

“This is my 13th reason the saddest thing I’ve ever seen- even elementary kids can serve underhand.” He ‘whispers’ over to Osamu

You can still hear him

Very clearly

“Suna shut up-” Osamu says- snorting

“Ya know what... it’s fine... I’ll just serve.” the blonde huffs, after seeing Osamu’s (poor) attempts at decency, he’s decided he has to beat his twin feeling generous enough to pity you

You awkwardly take a spot up on the upper left of your side of the court, not knowing how to stand

The other team is no help- Suna’s back to his blank look and Osamu’s not even looking in your direction

You don’t even bother trying to mimic their stances, instead you just glance over your shoulder and observe Atsumu

His eye twitches in irritation- the gym is loud- as he bounces the ball a few times, tossing it into the air and taking three quick steps forward- before jumping and smacking the ball hard

It wobbles in it’s path slightly and begins it’s descent, nearly brushing against the top of the net

Osamu moves in and receives it perfectly

There’s a loud SMACK as he does so, sending the ball over to Suna expertly

Suna runs up to it, looks you right in the eye and spikes it right at you

The ball moves in an instant, meeting the ground right in front of you

You’re frozen in surprise- not even knowing how to respond

You don’t even hear Atsumu stomping up beside you

“OI Y/N ARE YA EVEN TRYIN? WHERE’S YER PLATFORM? DON’T JUST STAND THERE!” 

He is S E E T H I N G

Even though you’re the one making all the mistakes- you feel pretty frustrated with him

“I’m sorry Mr. Perfect- not everyone can be a volleyball fanatic like you! I have literally NEVER done this before- cut me some slack!” You spit at him, leering right into his personal space

His face twists with surprise for a moment- something akin to sympathy washes over him- but it’s gone in the blink of an eye

“Of COURSE I have to be paired up with a complete scrub-” Atsumu rants.

“L/N” Osamu interrupts his brothers tantrum, looking at you with a tired look “Do what I’m doin.” 

He spreads his legs shoulder width apart, right foot slightly ahead of his left- and bends his knees slightly

You follow his example

“Some people do it differently but this is how I do it.” He clasps his hands together, thumbs side by side. “It s’pposed ta make a platform for when ya receive the ball. See how there’s barely any space b’tween my arms?”

Again you mimic his movements, “Okay I think I get it, thank you.”

“Yeah, no problem... Tsumu stop it already- (s)he didn’ know any better.”

Atsumu gives his twin stink eye but does as told

Suna- who had been watching the scene silently- says nothing, instead going to retrieve a stray ball and waits to serve

“Okay... just... er- if the ball comes over ta yer side just try ta get it and send it my way. I can score the points.” The older twin says to you awkwardly, feeling a tad bit bad that you were a complete noob and he scolded you for it

He hadn’t always been good at volleyball so he understood the initial struggle

“Right.” You agree, clumsily getting into receiving position (is that what you call it? You don’t know but it sounds accurate)

Suna doesn’t run up to hit the ball like Atsumu did

Instead he just scans the court and tosses the ball, bringing his hand up to smack it

It flies over the net, again, to your side

You rush to intercept it, shakily lunging forward and barely bumping it up- it’s an awkward delivery since it bounces off of the inwardly curved part of your joined wrists

Atsumu hurries after it- the ball wobbles midair- luckily he manages to get it, creating his own platform and sending it over the net

Osamu calls out “I got” and positions himself beneath it, perfectly setting it over to Suna

He doesn’t need too but the brunette calls out a “mine” before hitting an easy cut shot. 

Atsumu was able to predict it and manages to pick it up, sending the ball to you

You scramble to receive it

Panic sets in as you try to decide what to do

“Try ta set it! Y’know the thing ‘Samu just did!”

As a setter, Atsumu knows setting is one of the hardest things for beginners- and one of the easiest ways to get in trouble was to set illegally

Some divine entity seems to have mercy on you, since you manage to pull off what you deem a *decent* set

Atsumu frowns at the sight of the balls odd side spin and his brows furrow as he allows the ball to drop right in front of him

“Wait why’d you do that?” You ask confused

“Oh you didn’t know did you?” Suna speaks to you for the first time

“We’re still playing by normal rules. When you tried to set- you touched the ball twice... we call it a double.”

Atsumu sighs, but he didn’t seem as irritated as before

“It’s fine, settin’ is hard for every beginner- ya just need ta’ get under the ball before it gets too low.”

You sigh, glancing at the clock on the wall. Only 10 minutes have passed.

It seems like you’re going to be here for a long while.

#miya twins x reader #suna rintaro x reader #suna x reader #miya osamu x reader #miya atsumu x reader #pe class #volleyball #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons

[mypimpademia]

can we get headcannons with Kirishima and Bakugou being the “ayi where my hug at” type of guys 🙈

Bakugo x reader, Kirishima x reader

TW: Swearing

Note: Yoo I'm getting flashbacks to this tik tok I saw of bakugo being a fuckin lightskin💀💀

If Kiri were black he'd 100% be this typa dude, but not a douche (bc lets be honest, 90% of "where my hug at" niggas are lowkey dickheads)

BAKUGO

Katsuki isn't normally one for physical affection, but he is with you

It starts when he first begins developing any sort feelings for you (platonic and/or romantic)

You already gave everyone hugs in the morning, even him, despite knowing he never hugged back

But one day, he decided to finally hug you back

Because how you gon be his boo if he ain't givin you love?

And it felt so good

From that day on if there were a morning where you didn't hug him for any reason, he'd get that damn hug one way or another

For example, one morning in particular you were feeling sad, and not in the mood to hug anyone

Katsuki picked up on this and decided to initiate the hug first

To cheer you up, and

Because where the hell was his hug at?

"Aye, Y/n, where's my hug at?"

Of course, like any other "where my hug at" nigga, he stood there with his arms open, ready for a hug

You hugged him, and immediately felt better

The whole class was shook, and he told them all to stfu before he blasts them to Pluto

From that day on, you hugged him, even when you were sad

But Katsuki was craving your hugs at this point

So it went from just once a day, every morning

To every morning when you walked in, and another when you were about to sit down because Aizawa was coming

Then, to everytime he saw you in class

Then, to at the end of every school day

And of course, everytime he passed you in the hallway

Not that you minded, you enjoyed being able to feel his arms around your waist, holding you tight, his muscles relaxing as he pulled back, like you gave him relief

And eventually, he hugged you so often that the class stopped freaking out when it happened

And over time, you even smelled like him

But youre only human, so you would forget to hug him when passing by in the hallway every now and then

"Hey Katsuki-"

Before you could even walk away, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back

"Where my hug at?"

KIRISHIMA

I think we can all collectively agree Eiji is already this guy

He 100% gives the whole class a hug in the morning

Even Mineta, but Minetas always last because Eijiro respects women and would therefore never transfer Minetas misogynistic perv germs onto any lady

One day you walk in late, just 1 minute before Aizawa was going to come in

Eiji was going to give Mineta a hug, totally swerving him when he saw you

"Y/nnn, where my hug at?"

Out of everyone in the show, he probably gives some of the best hugs

And they're even better if you're sad

Because he'll hug you extra tight and maybe even let you sit on his lap

You dont even have to tell him whats wrong, you can just sit there till you feel better

And since he sits more towards the back, and because Aizawa be sleep 80% of the class period, once Aizawa is knocked out he lets you sit down on his lap again while you do your work

He also has a habit of bouncing his leg, which adds extra comfort (idk, might just be me but I find it comforting when ppl bounce theyre leg when I'm on their lap)

If yall start dating, he won't give everyone a hug

Just the homies and close friends

And he'll stop giving Mineta a hug especially

He doesn't do it as often as Katsuki, but he does it often

You usually head out of school before him, mostly because he sits around with Mina and Denki just talking, so if he catches you on your way out, you better believe he'll say somethin

"Y/n, where my hug at?!".

#bakugo headcanons #bakugou katsuki #bnha #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo headcanons #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo fluff #bnha hcs #bnha headcanons #mha #bnha eijiro kirishima #mha kirishima #kirishima eijirou #bnha kirishima #kirishima x you #bnha eijirou #bnha eijiro x reader #eijirou x reader

[beggingwolf]

g/nealer/sid....... I would like to see it dot jpeg

i_would_like_to_give_it.jpeg.

sid/geno/nealsy a/b/o below.

Nealsy jostles Geno into the boards.

“Hey,” he barks right into Geno’s ear, and Geno huffs. “Hey, Geno. Sid smells like he wants some attention.”

“Shut up,” Geno grunts at him, but by the time he’s shoved Nealsy off, the Predators have iced the puck and the play is whistled dead. Nealsy has always been a scumbag, but he was Geno’s scumbag for a while, and hearing him take potshots at Sid is jarring.

“Not like that, G,” Nealsy laughs. “I mean, you think he’s up for something after the game? Just like old times? Y’know, some hot tub action?”

Geno raises his eyebrows and pushes away from the boards, and Nealsy is hot on his trail.

“Or do you only share with teammates? C’mon, the trade is fresh.”

Geno knows it’s fresh. It feels fresh. He misses Nealsy and his loud, rude jokes. He misses the way he made the whole room laugh.

And he was the only one who was willing to bully Sid as much as Geno.

“I’m ask,” Geno finally says, and Nealsy grins.

“Hell yeah,” he says, and swerves away.

“Lazy,” Geno mutters, just because he can.

-

The game is embarrassing for Nashville. 3-nothing, and Nealsy was right about Sid being on edge. He’s zipping around the ice, fast on his skates, and his opening goal in the first period was enough to snap the team to attention.

Geno could feel the pull too; he gets a goal in the third on the powerplay, Sid’s laser-precise passing hitting his tape just right. Sid manages an assist on Pascal’s goal in the dying minutes of the game, and he’s grinning and smelling sweet when he skates in to give Flower an affectionate tap on the head.

“Going out with team?” Geno asks in the locker room, once the media’s finished ravishing Sid and he’s sitting back in his stall in all his dirty gear, smiling and happy.

“Yeah,” Sid says with a stretch. “Probably. You?”

“Lazy ask if we wanna use hot tub,” Geno says.

Sid’s arms drop immediately.

“You mean,” he says slowly, “he wants to know if we want to get a drink with him?”

Geno rolls his eyes.

“Yes, Sid, go do thing,” he says acerbically. Sid had tried to come up with a thousand different codes and phrases for what they did sometimes, and despite his best efforts, Geno and Nealsy had settled on a hot tub euphemism instead.

Sid hated it.

Geno and Nealsy liked that he hated it. A lot.

“His place?” Sid asks, and Geno sees Sid’s hand lift to rub at his collarbone. He’d absorbed a hit from Fisher in the second, and Geno will have to take a closer look at it later. But for now—

“His place,” Geno says. He’s had Nealsy’s new address for a while now.

Sid sucks his lips into his mouth for a second before blowing them out.

“Okay,” he finally says, and Geno smiles and reaches for his phone.

Nealsy’s new apartment is in downtown Nashville, right off of a busy street full of bars and restaurants and, presumably, the exact kind of omega Nealsy loves to fuck.

“Yeah,” Nealsy laughs when he lets Sid and Geno in. “It isn’t the South Side but it’s pretty good.”

“What,” Sid murmurs, “not enough nursing coeds here for you?”

“Big mouth on you tonight, Captain,” Nealsy says, and Geno watches as Nealsy closes the door behind them all. Geno shifts a step to the left, and Sid has to glance around him to peer into Nealsy’s apartment, at the big windows glowing from Nashville’s nightlife.

Sid smells good. His heat will be right around the corner, Geno’s sure, and the heady, delicious scent he gives off before his heat is almost as good as the raging scentstorm of his heat itself. Geno licks his lips and meets Nealsy’s eyes over Sid’s head.

“Not your captain anymore, Nealsy,” Sid says, and he tries to take a step around Geno to get a better look.

Nealsy’s hands dart out to grab Sid around the arms, and Geno’s left hand comes out to hold Sid’s waist for support. Sid jolts and Geno’s ready to dig his fingers in and ground him. Nealsy presses close, his big form all along Sid’s back, and Geno shifts, watching Sid’s face as Nealsy digs his nose into Sid’s hair and his lips against Sid’s ear.

“Not my captain anymore, eh? You wanna pretend for a night?” Nealsy asks, and Sid’s lips curl into a small smile he thinks Nealsy can’t see.

Geno leans in and kisses him, Sid’s damp lips gliding along his own. He feels Sid relax back into Nealsy, and Nealsy grunts.

“I’m not the bed, Cap,” Nealsy complains, and Sid nips at Geno’s lip in protest.

“Lazy,” Geno murmurs, and Sid lets out a plaintive, eager sound.

Geno pulls back to see Nealsy’s hands shifting, moving along Sid’s body. One is teasing at Sid’s nipples, which Nealsy’s always been desperate to use to get a reaction out of Sid even though Sid’s never been too sensitive there.

The other’s having more success, groping at Sid’s hardening dick through his jeans.

“Bed,” Geno agrees, and he tugs their tangled mess of limbs deeper into Nealsy’s bachelor pad.

Nealsy’s bed is massive, the bed frame low to the ground and the sheets unmade. Everything about it screams that Nealsy rolls around in those sheets with a new omega or beta every other night.

This time, though, Nealsy and Geno lay Sid into the messy blankets.

Nealsy is the one to power Sid down. Geno lets them go, watches as Sid’s muscles tense and he tries to push up against it.

“Lemme get some of that,” Nealsy murmurs, corny as ever as he presses a long leg between Sid’s thick thighs, plants a hand on Sid’s chest, and holds him down to kiss him.

Sid’s an indulgent kisser. Geno’s coaxed him into being one. Sid had been perfunctory about kissing, like it was a means to an end, before Geno had gotten his hands on him. It’d been a shame, Geno had thought, with a mouth like that. It had taken a lot of bruised lips and even more cajoling before Sid finally started sinking into kisses with pleased, soft sounds and relaxed rolls of his hips.

Nealsy’s still too aggressive with his tongue, though, and Geno smooths his hand up Sid’s free thigh when Sid’s brow furrows and the corner of his mouth turns down as Nealsy presses his tongue deeper into Sid’s mouth.

Geno pats Sid’s thigh once and then starts shucking off his clothes. He throws them to the far corner of the room, and by the time he’s gotten his socks off, Nealsy’s got Sid’s shirt rucked up to his collarbones.

“Tits still not sensitive, Lazy, isn’t gonna work,” Geno says as he gets back onto the bed.

“Don’t call ‘em that,” Sid complains breathlessly.

“Why not?” Nealsy says into Sid’s neck, his hands coming up to cup Sid there. “They’re nice ones, Cap.”

“Christ, stop calling me that,” Sid says, and he gasps as Nealsy bites him.

“Forgot how much you fuckin’ complain, Sid.”

“Needy,” Geno says, and Sid turns his hot, irritated eyes onto Geno.

Geno reaches for him.

Sid’s lips are messy and wet and soft already, and Geno sinks into it as he hears Nealsy shuffling around. He sucks Sid’s lower lip in between his own, trailing his hand down Sid’s stomach, teasing around the sensitive skin near his navel before tugging at his belt.

“Geno,” Sid breathes against his lips, and another hand joins Geno’s.

Nealsy’s hands make quick work of Sid’s belt buckle, and Nealsy tugs off Sid’s pants and then his boxers. Geno starts kissing his way to Sid’s jaw and where it meets his ear, because Sid always likes to watch.

Sure enough, Sid’s head tilts down, and he watches as Nealsy wraps a hand around his dick.

“Ready for it?” Nealsy asks, and Geno’s wrist brushes against his fingers as Geno tucks his fingers behind Sid’s balls.

He finds wetness, and then as he presses at Sid’s entrance, it’s an easy slide.

“Easy for it,” Geno tells him against Sid’s skin, and Sid lets out a sound that’s a cut-off protest. He’s too late, though, because Geno glances up and sees the knowing smirk on Nealsy’s lips.

“You fuckin’ are, don’t lie,” Nealsy needles him. “You’re easy for us, Sid, you can’t get enough.”

“Fuck off,” Sid mutters, but his breath hitches as Geno presses two fingers into him.

“Wet,” Geno tells Sid. “Want it, Sid. How you want?”

“Just fuck me,” Sid mouths off, which means he’s going to be an absolute brat, and Nealsy jerks him off a little roughly.

“Both of us? Like that time you were in heat?” Nealsy asks eagerly, and Geno digs his fingers into Sid’s tight warmth a bit harder.

It had been good, Sid delirious on his third day of heat, Nealsy and Geno’s cocks just barely fitting into his ass, even with how stretched out he’d gotten. The hot line of Nealsy’s dick against his own in the clutch of Sid had been so good, but—

“Not heat now,” Geno tells him warningly, and Nealsy abandons his grip on Sid’s dick.

His fingers trail down to brush against Geno’s, and Geno stills as Nealsy presses in a finger alongside the two Geno already has inside him.

“Too bad,” Nealsy says, “but could’ve fooled me. You miss me that bad, Sid? You get this wet all the time?”

“You asshole,” Sid laughs, and Nealsy’s finger slips out of him. With his wet finger, he grips Sid’s face and kisses him roughly.

“You got a condom?” Sid mutters against Nealsy’s tongue.

“If he still talk, you not kiss him good enough,” Geno comments dryly.

“Fuck you, G,” Nealsy says, but it’s garbled, and he hisses as Sid bites a bit harder than necessary.

“Get the condom,” Sid breathes when Nealsy finally pulls back for a breath of air, and Nealsy scrubs his hand roughly over Sid’s still-shower-damp hair.

“Bossy,” Nealsy says, but he hauls himself off the bed. Sid and Geno both watch his naked ass as he digs around in his nightstand before sighing in frustration.

“I have one in my wallet,” Nealsy grumbles before heading for his hallway.

Sid reclines on the bedding, stretching his arms over his head. Geno props himself up on a single hand, looking down at him with a smile.

“Hey,” Sid murmurs, and Geno tugs Sid’s shirt off the rest of the way.

It ruffles Sid’s hair, and leaves his necklace puddled on the blanket next to his neck, but Sid smiles back at him anyways.

And then his smile goes sly.

“C’mere,” Sid says, and he loops a hand around the back of Geno’s neck.

Geno tries to lean in for a kiss, but Sid’s firm grip pushes him down lower, to his chest, and Geno casts a confused gaze upwards. He can’t see much else but the chub of skin and fat under Sid’s chin, but he can tell Sid’s smiling, and Geno carefully licks over Sid’s nipple.

“Get into it,” Sid says, and Geno wraps his lips around it and sucks.

He hears Nealsy’s groan, and the exasperated Fuck, that’s hot, why don’t you let me do it, and Sid’s deep, satisfied laugh shakes him from Sid’s chest.

“Shit, Geno, keep going,” Nealsy says, rubbing an appreciative hand over Geno’s back, and Geno presses close again, laving his tongue over Sid’s broad, flat nipple.

Sid lets out a pleased, happy sigh, his legs spreading wider, and Geno scrapes his teeth against Sid’s tit once more before pushing himself upright to get a look. Nealsy’s teasing at Sid, rubbing the blunt, protected head of his cock along Sid’s sensitive opening.

“Mean,” Geno comments, and Nealsy grins at him.

Geno smiles back.

“Poor Sid, yeah?” Nealsy says, and he starts pushing forward. “Too many fuckin’ alphas to pay attention to, huh? What are you gonna do?”

“Fuck,” Sid breathes, dropping his head back onto the pillow, and Geno reaches for his cock.

“How many times you come tonight, Sid?” Geno asks him, and Sid bites his lip, failing to stop the smile from stretching across his lips.

“How many times can you make me?” he challenges.

“How good you gonna be?” Geno asks, and jacks him once. His hand is too dry. It’s rough. Sid squirms on Nealsy’s dick.

“Fuck off,” Sid whispers, and Geno plasters himself along Sid’s body, kissing at his neck and jerking his cock with only the wetness leaking from its tip as Nealsy gets settled inside of him.

“Still tight, Cap,” Nealsy grunts.

“Make him loose by morning,” Geno says, and Sid hiccups out a breath.

“Fuck yeah,” Nealsy says, and thrusts hard enough to force a sound from Sid’s lungs.

Nealsy’s nasty in bed, in a way that makes Geno mean too, and the punishing rhythm he quickly falls into has Geno squeezing at the base of Sid’s cock.

“It feels good,” Sid groans. “Geno, come on.”

“No,” Geno hums, and Sid whines.

“That’s it,” Nealsy laughs on a tight breath. “Geno telling you how it is, Sid.”

Sid doesn’t even have a response for it. He groans and tries to buck his hips and Nealsy lays into him harder. Geno has to cling onto Sid to stop him from being pushed up to the headboard.

“Make him come,” Nealsy says, and his voice is strained. “Fuck, G, make him, I want to feel it.”

Geno moves his mouth so it’s up against Sid’s ear and he starts saying low things in Russian, words Sid knows by now, words that make Sid’s eyes go wide and his hips surge up against Nealsy’s.

“Geno, Nealer, oh, shit,” Sid gasps, and Geno licks against the shell of his ear.

Nealer is just as loud as Sid when he comes; Geno’s hand flies to Sid’s stomach to feel the way his muscles tense and shake with his orgasm, and the dying, jolting thrusts of Nealer’s make Sid shift on the sheets.

Geno lifts his hand to drag through the mess Sid’s left on his stomach, and he brings his fingers to Sid’s mouth.

Sid doesn’t even protest. He’s close enough to his heat that the taste of cum doesn’t put him off anymore. Instead he chases after Geno’s fingers, and Geno rubs his thumb along Sid’s lower lip.

“God,” Nealsy groans, and he falls next to Sid on the bed. “Fucking shit, Sid, you’re so good.”

Sid’s pleased smile makes his panting breaths louder, and Geno rolls his eyes.

“Roll over, baby,” he says in Russian, and Sid moves without complaint, which means they got him good.

“C’mere, Sid,” Nealsy says, and he shuffles so that he’s leaning back against his modern, sleek headboard. He tugs Sid closer so that Sid’s nestled between his legs, and Nealsy spreads his hands over Sid’s back, smoothing over the wide planes of Sid’s shoulder blades.

Then he grips Sid by the back of the neck and widens his legs.

“Go for it, G,” Nealsy says, pleased. “I’ve got him.”

Sid wiggles his hips, testing out how much he can move, and Geno grabs onto one of his ankles just to watch Sid tense up.

Sid’s still fucked open, his hole wet and empty and right there for Geno to appreciate.

Geno knows they can get him wider, messier, by the end of the night.

“I brought another,” Nealsy says, and he flings an unopened condom onto Sid’s back.

“No,” Geno says with a smug look. “We don’t need.”

“Fuckin’ A,” Nealsy says. “Damn, that’s—”

“You can fuck his cum into me later,” Sid murmurs, and Nealsy lets out a loud groan.

“Jesus, I can’t get hard again yet, Sid, go fuckin’ easy on me.”

Geno teases at Sid’s rim with his thumbs, spreading him wider. He rests the head of his cock against Sid for a moment, and Sid leans back into it.

“You even hard?” Nealsy asks Sid.

“I like it this way,” Sid sighs, and Geno presses in.

#hi this is. uh. #seven pages of straight-up smut #just. nothin' more. #I tried to write Real Stuff today but my brain said NO #hockey rpf #drabble #(...is it really a drabble when it's 2.7k) #thank you idontlikeem for beta-reading random smut at 10:30pm

[creepsmcstuffins]

Living with a Irish Fae

I live with a Dullahan. No, it's not some grotesque headless horseman that throws its head at you or takes its spine whip and snatches you up into a skeletal wagon. Nor does it throw a bucket of blood on you when you get too close to it.

Sorry, if you think that, but its.... Rather HE is just an asshole. Who eats all my food, leaves the lights on, terrorizes (not really though) my dogs and shits with the door open to the bathroom. He's am Irish bloke, with a smart damn mouth. And yes he does, indeed, own a horse. His horse is better company than the loud asshole that lives with me. His horse is a black stallion that goes by the name of Caboose. A friendly boy, and I even get to ride him, when the dullahan isn't working.

Cullen O'Houlihan. That's his full name. He's a bastard man. But I'm sure your wondering how we met. Well, I'll take you back a bit.

My name is Ebonie Brown. And I was driving home one morning after working a long 10 hours. The old country roads that I drive are usually empty. Save for the occasional deer or possum in or on the side of the road. And maybe if a neighbor, I say that lightly, left one of the gates open and a cow might be grazing along the road. In the early hours of the morning, the sun could be seen peeking over the mountains. I live in a heavily mountainous area, where a lot of agriculture is farmed. Mostly corn, if I'm honest. The sun was leaving the sky pink and red, lovely hues that I enjoyed seeing.

Without warning, a horse was in the middle of the road, barely smashing into the animal, I turned the steering wheel, swerving away from the horse. Not completely hitting it, but not missing it either. I hit its rear, or what seemed like a hit. Spinning out and luckily not going into a ditch or being bent around a tree, I got out.

"What the hell!? I could-" the horse still stood. Like nothing happened! Though it... It shimmered like a... Phantom of some sort... it... looked at me, with... Big black eyes... Empty hollowed eyes, black as night. It snorted at me, black smoke pooling out from its nostrils. I took a glance at the rest of it, like it's head, the body shimmered. Black shadows enveloped it, shifting at the horse moved his neck to look at me better. I shivered as it moved.

"Uh... nice horsey?" I asked, more of a whimper, and holding my hands up. In defense, hoping this... Nightmare wouldn't decide I was food... or something... Jumping at a rustling sound, coming from the tree line near where I was standing. The horse let out another snort. And a... A man came out. Tall... tall as shit. Im a 5ft 2in woman, a little overweight, if I'm honest. And he was a giant! At least 6ft... He was wearing black armor, accompanied by an obsidian sword and a spine whip.

I know. I know, I said that he doesn't use the whip, but let me continue.

This man... He didnt have a fucking head. Scratch that, he had a head, he was just holding it in his arms. The head looked at me. At my eye level. He had brown thick hair, and golden eyes. The eyes were shimmering like the horse's eyes and body. The head had gold light flowing from it and the body had a purple aura pouring from it. Power, dark power came from both, the horse and its rider. I stepped back, and stared at the head.

"The fok you starin' at?" It spoke, thick Irish accent prominent, "You ever seen a man at night like this, ya idiot!?"

I was speechless, frozen. I didn't expect the head to talk. It frowned at me,

"Well!? Don't stand there gapin' like a fish! SPEAK!!" His voice rang out loud and even made some sleeping birds flutter past us. The horse snorted, pawing at the ground. The head looked at the horse then back at me.

"You hi't 'em?!" He barked at me, snapping me out of my stupor,

"N-no? I.. I mean... he... i..." I stuttered, still not moving. The head huffed and the body moved, reattaching the head to itself.

"Whats your name?" He crossed his arms, and leaned his weight off to one side, the sword swinging as he shifted his weight.

"Ebonie... Brown." I spoke slowly, eyeing the sword more than the whip. Then looked back up at him.

"Well I'm Cullen O'Houlihan. And you hit Caboose. You hurt his feelings. Now. You owe us." He smiled evilly at me. I frown, starting to drown in whatever shitty possibilities he had in mind. The male bent down and smiled at me,

"Well Miss Brown. Where ya live at? I'm gonna need a place to rest m' weary 'ead." I shutter, and nod, getting back into my car. He mounted his horse and followed me home. We arrived at my mother's home... Thankfully she and my sister were sleep still. I parked and got out.

"Uh... what are you gonna do with... Your horse? He-"

"He'll be fine out here." Cullan yawned and dismounted. And strode up to me.

"Cute lil' house. Your Ma?" He nodded at the house. I nodded,

"Yeah. Come on... I only have one bed so..." I walked to my door, and unlocked it.

"Oh?" I could hear the smug look and smile on his face,

"Care to have a night with an Irish lad then?" He bent close to my cheek. I could feel Cullen's breath. It was cold, like a frozen wind, on a snowy December night. I hit him with the screen door.

"You can sleep on my dogs bed. I don-" Cullen barked out a yelp of surprise, rather than pain. I smirked and walked into the door. Slipping my shoes off. He followed, having to bend a bit to get through the door.

"Well. This is... not what-"

"Shut up. If your staying the night-" He threw a bag of money, gold rather at my head. And shot me a look, that said "that aught to be enough." I rolled my eyes. His armor melted, and transformed into comfy pajamas. Cullen gave a stretch and looked at me.

"Bed? I'm quite tired." I nodded, pointing at my room. Walking through the doorway, he plopped, face first into the bed. Snoring before I could walk in after him. I sighed, stupid bastard was supposed to sleep elsewhere. It's fine I guess... just for one night. I slipped in next to him, careful not to get to close to him. I pulled my plaid blanket close and then reached over pulling another blanket over Cullen. I huffed and fell asleep.

I woke up to clattering and a scream, I shot out of my bed. Cullen was looking for whatever, not stopping to look at him I rushed outside, snatching my gun and pulling the slide, loading a bullet into the chamber. My mom was screeching at the black (non shimmering) horse standing in the garden. Caboose was eating her cucumbers... I lowered my gun.

"Shit...." Cullen followed me out, spoon in hand, eating out of my applesauce jar. He was snickering.

"WHO ARE THEY!?" my mom yelled at me, pointing at Cullen and Caboose. I held my hand up and she stopped panicking.

"This is..." I paused... I didn't know what to say! What was I supposed to say!? As if reading my mind, Cullen stepped forward, pushing the jar into my hands.

"Hello!" His voice clear and friendly, he stepped forward and extended his hand,

"Im Cullen! Cullen O'Houlihan! Pleasure to finally meet you Miss Boyd! I'm your daughter's boyfriend." He smiled widely and as charming he could.

My mom took his hand and her eyes grew clear, as if I had mentioned this random ass man before.

"Oh! Cullen! I remember Eb saying something about you! Wonderful to finally meet you!" She smiled at the man, then scolded him,

"You need to move your horse though! He's eating my garden!" At a snap of Cullen's fingers, Caboose, the nightmare horse moved.

"So sorry about the inconvenience. I'll make sure he stays out of the plants Miss." He walked back over to me, flashing me a look. And he plucked the applesauce jar from my hand, and wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close. And pressing our cheeks together.

"I hope you don't mind me crashin' here! I've got rent money for us." He pulled out a stack of money from his pocket and held it out to my mother. She gratefully took it and nodded. Leaving us alone outside to stare at Caboose who was eating the weeds next to my old red Chevy. Cullen didn't move, but stood still smirking at me, and gave me a pointed look.

"Well, Darlin'," he drew out the word, "Darlin'", "I guess your stuck with me." He kissed my cheek, his lips cold. And walked off. I sighed, now I have a.... I realized I didn't know what the hell he was. I turned and followed him inside,

"What-"

"A Fae. Specifically a Dullahan." He mused. Ok so he could read my mind. Cullen looked at me and smiled, sitting in my spinning computer chair. I opened my mouth again, he spoke, this time in my head, smiling that stupid ass Cheshire cat grin,

"I'm here cause I'm curious. Tired living in the fuckin forests and meadows of Ireland. But the civilization was a bit much for me and Caboose, so I opted for a cooler area. The mountains was what he and I agreed on. You just happened to be unlucky to come across us. I found a dead dog in the road where you "hit" Cabose. And I wanted to give the poor thing a decent burial." Cullen finished his story and plopped the empty applesauce jar on my computer desk.

"This is my new home.... But if you move, I'll move with you."

So... I guess that'd the first thing? To write about... for now. My new boyfriend is a Dullahan. A legit one... his... head is floating over here now. I gotta go... I'll write again soon.

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[thanksjro]

Dark Cybertron Chapter 12: That’s the Power of Love, Babeyyyyy

Thank fucking god, it’s almost over.

Our issue opens up with Ironhide deadnaming Slug, like the out-of-touch grandpa that he is. Everything is going to shit, the whole city’s covered in lasers like the world’s worst rave, and someone thought it was a good idea to let Swerve have a gun.

As the Ammonites try to murder everyone in sight, Whirl and Arcee have a little chat about how Whirl’s seemingly caused every problem ever in the last four million years.

…Whirl, you have been keeping up with your appointments with Rung, right? Like, I know he’s not the best therapist around by any stretch of the imagination, but surely something would be better than nothing in this case.

On the Lost Light, Hound, Perceptor, and Mainframe are keeping track of how many Ammonites have been killed. Everyone is extra British in this bit. Perceptor basically calls Hound a fucking idiot, because even with all the guys who’ve been taken out, there are still literally BILLIONS of these suckers running around.

Which seems a little overkill to me, but what do I know? Warcrimes aren’t my specialty.

Meanwhile, in the Mystical City of Making Science Cry, Starscream apparently knows what cosplay is, and takes a potshot at Jhiaxus for stealing his look. Metalhawk explains how the Ammonites got here in the first place, which, y’know, is cool. Love me some technobabble exposition.

I don’t actually love it.

I’m sorry for lying.

I WOULD ALSO LIKE FOR METALHAWK TO PUT A STOP TO THIS

BUT WE’VE GOT ANOTHER 19 PAGES TO GO

SO I GUESS LIFE JUST ISN’T FUCKING FAIR RATTRAP

While Metalhawk contemplates ending the comic event early, Starscream is getting his ass kicked by an old man who spent the war sitting on his butt in the Dead Universe.

Over with Team -Imus, Brainstorm’s taking a breather after getting Robertsed at the end of last issue. Ultra Magnus makes a pun, I guess to cope with the fact that he doesn’t understand anything that’s going on. Cyclonus is still dying, but this isn’t about him. Nightbeat is also dying. Oh, and Kup. Turns out, being a part of the Dead Universe is sort of an issue when you’re out of it.

Even though Galvatron was fine. And Jhiaxus. And Nova Prime, for the little bit he was out of it.

I feel like this plot point kinda just shows up when it’s convenient.

Anyway.

Brainstorm has shit in his lab that can help them not die, but he and Skids are gonna need help to get all these undead morons back to the Lost Light, which means that only two folks would be going to face Shockwave in this final confrontation.

Speaking of Shockwave, he’s gone full Burning Justice with that time drive shoved into his chest, as he makes fun of Megatron for being a dumb stupid idiot who gave him everything he needed to end the universe. He reveals himself to be a nihilist, claiming that a Cybertron which only exists for existence’s sake- and without any form of life- is the ultimate in perfection. Also, he’s a communist now. A nihilistic communist.

Just… whatever, Shockwave.

Megatron’s annoyed by all this posturing- which, same- but enough about him, it’s time for Ultra Magnus and Optimus Prime drop down from… somewhere… to kick some ass. Shockwave promptly shoots Magnus, and is about to do the same to Optimus, when this starts happening:

Huh. Wonder what all that’s about.

Shockwave snaps out of his stupor and proceeds to fire on Optimus, yelling about being the only thing that exists as he does.

Over with Rodimus and friends, Cyclonus is bitching about Rodimus not leaving him behind so he could go fight Shockwave. Nightbeat, who I guess just doesn’t know when to keep his mouth shut, tells Cyclonus to quit it, because they all know that he just misses his boyfriend. Cyclonus, though blatantly annoyed, doesn’t actually refute this claim. Brainstorm wonders aloud just how this gaggle of assholes managed to escape the Dead Universe without murdering each other.

Rodimus explains that when they heard the singing at Swerve’s, it proved they could still get out of the Dead Universe, so they desecrated Nova Prime’s corpse to make a space bridge. Brainstorm became a doorway, because he’s very nearly dead, and oh yeah, he should probably fix that when they get back to the lab, and also reconsider his lab safety protocols.

The gang reaches the outside world, and Rodimus is given a chance to spout off his personal philosophies.

Fantastic, you funky little man.

Then everyone looks up in the sky and sees some real bullshit.

Hey, Cahill? I just wanna talk, man. Just wanna talk about this boobie Windblade you’ve cursed my eyes with.

Back over with Jhiaxus and Starscream, Jhiaxus just cannot shut up. He just keeps waxing poetic about how smart Shockwave’s plan is. I couldn’t even tell you what the guy’s saying- my eyes glaze over whenever he gets a speech bubble.

Metalhawk at this point has had quite enough of all this nonsense, and decides he’s gonna throw himself into the equation that allows the Dark Cybertron prophecy to manifest.

By killing himself.

He just fuckin’… tosses himself into some heavy machinery and explodes, and that throws all the ores out of wack, since he’s got the Resurrection Ore in him. Jhiaxus is distracted by a man just straight-up dying in the same room as him, and this give Starscream the opening he needs to stab Jhiaxus in the gut.

Then the background just straight up disappears, as Rattrap lets everyone know that it’s all still going to shit, but in the opposite direction.

Really not sure about this art direction, but whatever. I’m over it.

Back outside, all the Ammonites are exploding. All of them. Billions of the little suckers, just popping off like fire crackers. The environment’s going to be ruined at this rate. Metroplex is having a great fucking time. Happy for him.

The Lost Light calls the ladies inside Metroplex’s brain room, and lets them know that they’re gonna break up Monstructor like the mediocre boy-band he is, though not without Mainframe being difficult beforehand. The ladies jump out and enter the fray, admiring Arcee’s style as they do.

Back with Rodimus and pals, Nightbeat’s being fucking cryptic, and Brainstorm gets to work making it so folks aren’t dying from being in the wrong universe, after a little prodding to his ego.

Back in Shockwave’s Super Saiyan Energy Bubble of Pure Unadulterated Logic, Shockwave says that’s he’s fucking ripped, and Optimus couldn’t beat him in a fight. Clearly, this means we’ll have to use our words to resolve this, like adults. Optimus isn’t too sure about that option, however.

I mean, do I even have to- Optimus, that’s GAY.

I have the sneaking suspicion that Roberts wrote this portion of the script. Y’know, just given his track record.

Then Megatron blasts Shockwave with his fusion cannon, and makes fun of Optimus for being a sentimental fool.

The fact that “Dark Cybertron” is telling me this makes me so mad. Like, you don’t get to talk, Exposition Central.

It’s at this point that Megatron drops a bomb on everyone present- he’s done with being a Decepticon. He’s gonna be an Autobot now.

See, ol’ Megsy here has seen the error of his ways- that by fighting the Senate, he allowed them to change him into a murderous warlord. To prove how much of a nice guy he is, he’s ripped the Autobrand off of Bumblebee’s lifeless body and duct-taped it to his chest.

Which seems a tad disrespectful, but okay.

…Megatron, you do realize that, as the leader of the Decepticons, you could just tell everyone that they need to be nice, and that would more or less be the end of it, right? You could just say “not evil anymore, I want to be loved now”, and everyone would be all “sir yes sir.” This is going to be a PR nightmare, I can already tell. Shockwave certainly seems to agree with me.

I really like this panel structure. Want to say this is the only place it happens, too. It’s just too bad it lives in “Dark Cybertron”.

Shockwave’s not having a good time right now, and he’s convinced that Optimus and Megatron have teamed up just to make him upset so he loses control of the time drive. The two spout off a little Autobot propaganda, and then Shockwave Remembers™.

Shockwave, having had his shadowplay reverse violently and abruptly, is horrified to find what he’s become. Alas, it’s too late for him- the only way to stop the time drive is for Optimus to kill him. Optimus promises to remember who Shockwave was- a callback to the line Shockwave gave him back before his empurata- and then shoots the everloving fuck out of the guy. Megatron helps.

And that’s a series wrap on Shoc-

-holy fucking shit.

The gang high-tails it outta there, IDW Optimus once again proving to be the shittiest version of everyone’s space-dad, as he leaves Bumblebee’s body to be consumed by the Shockwave Singularity. It’s looking pretty hopeless, but luckily none of these bastards can die without fucking up Season 2 of MTMTE, so the Lost Light swoops in to save the day.

Down below, Soundwave and his gaggle of small children and animals watch as the Lost Light fucks off into the distance. Soundwave’s having a time and a half, as he realizes with his balls-to-the-wall senses that Megatron’s joined the Autobots. Galvatron shows up to try to work out a deal. We won’t be seeing where this goes, because that’ll be covered later on.

The Lost Light lands in front of Metroplex, and over to the left of that are Rattrap and Starscream, climbing over the wreckage of the city. Rattrap tries to warn Starscream that things are gonna be tough, now that the Dark Cybertron prophecy has come to pass, but Starscream isn’t really having it. He’s gotten very paranoid, likely due to stress, and tells Rattrap to not play this game, because he’s the best player who’s ever lived. Then the Lost Light gang shows up and we get this face:

Sure.

Later on, Megatron and Optimus are hanging out in the Sky Roller, not-talking, until Megatron tells Optimus to get on with it, since the issue’s about to end. Megatron was totally serious about becoming an Autobot. Optimus isn’t really sure what to do with that. I don’t think anyone’s really sure what to do with that, to be honest.

Megatron, in turn, asks Optimus if he really could look past all the bullshit Shockwave pulled in the last several million years, and he gets a non-answer, because addressing your feelings is for losers, clearly. The two exit the ship, and I guess everyone else was just… standing outside waiting for them to talk it out. Weird.

...And with THAT, I am finally released from Comic Event Hell!

If you hear any distant, triumphant screeching right now, that’s likely me.

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