#and yes that includes my own stupid fucking ads

[pablitogavii]

Proving a point

Summary: You travel with your boyfriend to Valencia for one of his upcoming game, and Pablo shows distaste for one of the younger players that clearly has a crush on his girl.

Pairing: Pablo Gavi x Reader

Warnings: smut! smut! smut!

You came to Valencia to support your man in one of his important games not expecting to pick argument after argument due to his possessive nature.

In short, Pablo hated whenever you would get any attention that doesn't come from him. Especially if it was from any other players!

According to Gavi, one of the younger Barça players has a clear infatuation by you and wouldn't stop staring at you during the last training. And that was getting onto Pablo's last nerve!

"Meet you at the lockers, princesa" he said looking up at the stand where you sat smiling wide and nodding your head at him meanwhile the youngster was sitting behind you staring at his girl!

When you arrived to the lockers, you boyfriend was clearly pissed but that only added to how hot he looked right now...;)

"He keeps staring you down! It's pissing me off!" he said bitterly grabbing his bag from the lockers after the conclusion of the training.

"Pablo, you are exaggerating. And besides, I really don't care who is looking at me when you're the only one I'm looking at bebé.." you said walking closer to him to hug his waist while he was packing his sweaty kit leaving him shirtless and in his boxers.

"He's not just looking at you! He's picturing you naked riding his shrimp cock, I just know it!" Pablo's biceps flexed as he angrily threw his sneakers into the bag and you smirked at how hot your boyfriend looked when he is angry like this.

"Maybe I can ride my man's big cock right now, if that will make him feel better??? Hm Pablito?" you suggestively smirked moving in front of him and slowly touching his bulge..that boy was always hard and horny.

"Amor.." he groaned as you started touching him through his grey sweats when a loud group was heard outside the locker room signaling that the younger players returned for their own training session.

"Mierda! They are back early" you stopped stroking his crotch hearing the familiar voice of the youngsters outside your door including the one Pablo claims has a crush on you.

"Why are you stopping?" Pablo was smirking and you immediately knew what was running through his dirty mind, kind of turning you on but also making you embarrassed.

"They will hear us Pablo.." you answer seeing his smirk grow as his hands cupped your bum squeezing it roughly and making you whine as he sat down on the bench making you straddle his lap.

"Good!" he slapped your ass through your shorts before making you stand up and locking the door smirking more when he heard that the boy was right outside of the door.

"We have to be quiet.." you whisper and in that moment Pablo's hand wrapped around your throat as pinned you against the wall leaned closer while smirking mischievously putting his hand into your panties.

"You are going to scream for me...proudly..and show that stupid kid who you belong to! Understood princesa!?" his dominant side was so hot and it immediately made you obedient and excited.

"Yes..papi" you said knowing how that nickname get him going and he smirked not wasting a moment to fill you up completely in one swift motion making your eyes roll to the back of your head and a moan escape your lips.

Pablo knew your body so well that he knew how to drive you mad when he needed to hear you beg for him. He would pull out completely toying with your sensitive numb before suddenly pounding into you roughly making you forget all the letters of the alphabet.

Every time he would pound into you, screaming his name became the only thing you were capable of..and it was loud so everyone on that floor could hear your desperate cries.

"That's right! Make him hear you scream my name like a desperate whore begging to be fucked" Pablo's words only turned you on more making you clench around his cock as he pounded into you without mercy before completely pulling out again.

"No..p..please..I need more.." you were crying in desperation for being edged all this time but Pablo only found that amusing leaning in to kiss your tears away before devouring your lips while touch your clit tauntingly.

"Oh you need more? My girl so fucked out that she can't speak...tan preciosa..but I want to hear you...beg me" Pablo's hand stopped moving on your clit and you tried moving against it on your own but he pinned your hips against the wall leaving you with no friction to satisfy your pains.

"now..now..princesa..don't be a bad girl...take what I give you or I am going to punish you so bad you will have a reason to cry!" Pablo hated when you got grabby and tried to avoid being vocal about your needs because hearing you beg stroked his ego more than winning the world cup.

The group outside could clearly hear what was going on including the youngster who was angry and sad at the same time. Pablo refused to do anything until he hears you beg so when you stayed quiet he sat on the bench with you straddling his lap sitting on top of his hot cock in place and clench around nothing.

"Pablo..please..I need you" you leaned down to kiss your man's jaw to his neck down his chest before looking up with a pout on your face hoping he will show you some mercy.

"You need what from me princesa?" he was hard to crack and you whined feeling a little embarrassed but also very desperate for that thick cock to be back inside your tight pussy.

"I need you to fuck me! Please fuck me Pablo!" you were done being patient seeing your man's smirk grows as he raised you up a little and made you sit on his cock burying deep inside of you.

"All you had to do was ask, princesa...go ahead, ride my cock baby" Pablo moved a strand of your wet hair behind you ear before whispering dirty things as you moved on his cock finally feeling some pleasure.

You tried desperately to fuck yourself on his cock but it was nothing compared to his rough pounds that made your legs turn into jelly and your mind get cloudy.

All of the sudden you stopped moving hiding your embarrassed face in his neck..you can't make yourself cum..you need him to make you cum.

"Aww princesa..you need papi to take care of you huh?" Pablo smirked starting to moving against you and you immediately felt pleasure intensifying as he started to rub your clit as well.

"ah ah ah..yes..Pablo!" you were moaning loudly not giving a shit who heard you from how good Pablo was fucking you right now.

"Tell me you're mine and I will let you cum princesa!' Pablo groaned feeling you close to your edge from the way you were clenching around him like a vice.

You were scared he was going to pull out again so you screamed what he wanted to hear feeling that much more hot that everyone could hear it.

"I'm yours Pablo! Fuck! I'm all yours!" you chanted repeatedly while your orgasm washed over you followed by Pablo filling you up completely and both of you catching your breaths while still being collided.

When you finally got re-dressed, you fixed your hair in the messy bun about to unlock the door but Pablo stopped you grabbing your wrist and bringing you back to his arms.

"Arms up" he said and you obeyed seeing him carrying his worn jersey before putting it over your body before taking his bag, unlocking the door and walking out to meet the youngster's eyes specifically.

"I'll meet you at the doors mi vida" Pablo said kissing your lips in front of all of them and as you started to walk away flashing "GAVI" on your back made all the players stare.

"Sorry for the wait boys" (ofc he would) Pablo said as the guys started to walk in and he stopped the particular one from entering pulling him to the side.

"She is mine, niño ;)"Pablo winked cockily seeing the boys embarrassed face before leaving to meet with you satisfied that he proved his point ;))

#pablo gavi x you #pablo gavi icons #pablo gavi x reader #pablo gavi x y/n #pablo gavi #gavi #gavigif #pablo martín páez gavira #pablo gavira #gavi imagine #fc barça #fc barcelona #fc barca

[rehfan]

*opens calculator app* 😂 Wait so you were nearly the same age as the kids in Stranger Things in the RL 1980s? I'm so curious, do you have any pet peeves or things you chuckle about when it comes to the younger generation writing about experiences they've never had? Example, I'm in my early 30s so it's funny to me when I can clearly tell someone is currently in their early 20s by the way they write conversing on a landline phone. Like, not judging anyone or their writing. But it's amusing to be able to tell they grew up with mobile phones and wifi as the norm and I am really curious if you have that about the way my or any other younger generation writes certain things.

I was nearly the same age as the Party, yes. In 1986 I was actually 12 - which puts me in 7th grade/beginning of 8th - so I was more Erica’s age.

I had a Trapper Keeper. (Several actually.) I had leg warmers (red - given to me as a present) but I only wore them once because they felt stupid. My VERY FIRST CRUSH was on a senior student the next year (our school was a Jr/Sr High School so everyone from grades 7-12 were all in one building) and he looked JUST LIKE EDDIE. Not exaggerating. So when I saw the beginning of Season 4… I kind of lost my mind a little.

My “Eddie”:

When I finally got to high school (1988-89) I looked just like Eddie. Denim jacket with the buttons and pins, wild curly brown hair, all that.

I’m the chick circled in red talking with my friends:

So when I read fic written by younger people, I do tend to fact check them in my head. For instance: CDs were not a widespread thing until the 90’s y’all. (Google is your friend.) And most people of means had a set of encyclopedia in their homes, but they tended to only buy ONE set. Once outdated, there was no replacing them because they were EXPENSIVE. So going to the library for research was a thing. A BIG thing. There was no internet, of course, so that’s all we had. That, and our parents and teachers. That’s all we had to go for information about EVERYTHING — including sex.

Remember too: this is also 1986 and that’s the beginning of the height of the HIV/AIDS crisis. Gay men were dying in droves. No one knew the cause, but most figured that if it was relegated to only the gay male community then… *collective society shrug*. The insidious illness also added to the intended insult of being called “gay” or a “gaylord” at that time. Effeminate males were ostracized, treated as “other”, and even beaten and killed. It was dangerous to be Out - but it was also dangerous to exist. It was (for the most part, and to my limited understanding) a hidden-away hookup culture by necessity with an even darker underbelly because having sex could be a death sentence. Most all the Steddie stuff I’ve read set in that time tends to ignore these undertones - including homosexual characters practicing unprotected sex.

But if a writer is only smut-focused when writing their fic, I can see why that choice was made.

And even the Duffers kinda fucked up. In Season 4 Ep 1, the song that played (“Do You Want To Play”) when Dustin and Mike are tearing around the school looking for an extra to fill in for Lucas for D&D, that song (by Extreme) didn’t come out until 1988. I know - I owned that album. On cassette tape. Bought it when it came out.

So all in all, no one’s perfect and all these stories are based around a small town experiencing supernatural craziness, so I’m willing to give it all a pass.

Go write your fic, kids. And if you want An Old to 80’s-pick your fic, my ask is always open.

#fanfic #writing #personal #fandom #stranger things #eddie munson #joe quinn #joseph quinn #joe keery #steve harrington #steddie

[bozepomagaj]

ATINY/MOA/CARATS vs Made in Abyss was the last thing I expected and its hilarious

feel like I need to say something since twitter absolutely loves spreading misinfo and just accusing people of shit, how have you people not LEARNED your lesson yet? Since when is twitter such a trusted source, especially gossip accounts?

And before you braindead stans start calling me a d!ckrider, I promise you I do not care about these men cuz I've got better things to focus on and I'm making this because people are overreacting and it's getting annoying. It's so obvious 90% of you haven't watched the anime (and thats completely fine, I get you) and then ended up listening to someone who made stuff up and overexaggerated. I'm not here to defend the author because I hate him as much as you do and can absolutely recognize the dude is into some weird shit but saying people are ONLY interested in this series because of r@pe and p€dophilia is INSANE. So let me answer some questions as a Made an Abyss reader (not calling myself a fan because you'll catch me DEAD before you see me buying any merch or manga despite my love for the series), kpop fan second.

Does Made In Abyss contain p3d0ph1l1c themes, gore etc.?

There absolutely is because the author is a creep (refering to the nsfw however, most of the times it's very easily skippable. As someone who hates l0l1con cuz it creeps me out, I can tell you that I really didn't have a hard time skipping said scenes even in the manga which is far more explicit than the anime (Prushka asking about Bond's 'stick', Faputa looking into Regs pants, Vueko's weird comments) and sometimes, they're even added as extras (0.5 chapters) which certain sites that contain scans don't even include. I didn't even know about the existence about a few of these chapters BECAUSE they don't include them.

The OVA is a nightmare to watch and was not only unfunny but creepy as fuck especially when they try to boil down such an amazing character like Ozen into 'I like seeing little kids in pain'. Now I have no idea if this was made independently but I don't remember the author making any spin-offs that they could base this on so I can't tell you who wrote it but even then I doubt that the author minded it since the man himself had to include that Faputas behind smells like the 'Sun' so again, not here to defend him cuz he most definitely is a weirdo, no doubt about it.

Is Made in Abyss torture p*rn?

If MiA is torture p*rn then AoT is military propaganda and supports child labor, TPN is also torture p*rn, JJK promotes violence, Berserk excuses r*pe and Evangelion is also p*do bait. See how stupid that sounds? Just because an anime INCLUDES something, does not mean it necessarily supports it. Yes, r*pe is mentioned but it's not even SHOWN, and it's a cruical part of a characters backstory. The torture that happens, happens only once if we exclude Riko's 'experiment' at the very beginning of the manga. And Mitty's transformation can't even be classified as torture cuz it's a.... transformation. Prushka's death is very censored so its not like you can jack off to that anyways. Now the piss thing is something I have noticed but haven't really payed attention it because bffr why the hell would I so idk, maybe the author is trying to tell us something or the guy thinks pee pee poo poo funny🤷‍♀️.

Is there any plot besides the weird stuff?

See now this is the part that gets me most because the reason why a majority of people nowadays got into MiA in the first place is BECAUSE of the amazing plot. The world building, the mystery, the fight scenes, etc. It's amazingly drawn, nicely paced and unique in its own way. But of course, it's manga&anime and what's anime without fanservice? I already explained that in manga, said scenes can be easily skipped and the anime thankfully doesn't include a lot of these. I do have to admit thag I dropped the manga for now since the chapter where they were in a bath cuz it was another one of those 'here we go again' moments where it made me roll my eyes and just close the tab so I don't really know what's been happening recently and if things go weirder.

I'm also gonna tell you honestly that yes, the fandom is filled with sweaty dudebros itching to see these kids half naked and the author is aware of them and pondering to them because he too is one of them. But a large majority is back from when the anime originally came out and are mostly hiding on twitter so it's easy to avoid them and they've been pretty rare ever since people with actual interest in the series have begun watching it. A reason why back in the day I didn't wanna interact with the fandom at ALL was because the moment I tried to have a normal conversation about the plot and what might actually be going on, I instead get bombarded with "UWAAAA😭😭😭" and 'c*nny' comments. I also cannot defend and don't even plan on defending the fact that Faputa is pretty much naked the entire series. I get that she lives in the literal wilderness, but the very least you could do is put a cloth on her y'know. And mind you, I'm talking about the manga. The anime is a LOT more heavily censored, and from what I heard, even MORE censored in Korea.

To sum it up:

Do I think Mingi/Soobin/Woozi are p*dos cuz they watched the anime? Absolutely the fuck not. Considering Mingi is a big CSM fan, I can see why he watched Made in Abyss because I was in that same pipeline. I think some of you are going way too far with these comments, if you wanna call them weird, creepy, wanna unstan them for reading stuff like this go ahead, not gonna stop because in the end no one can but accusing people of crimes isn't funny and never will be. If they were exposed for watching shit like Kodomo no Jikan then that most definitely IS eyebrow raising. Maybe I'm slightly biased due to me only enjoying MiA for the plot so seeing people say the fans are p3d0s when the first time I watched this was when I was freshly 15.... yeah idk abt that one. Whether they liked the weird and questionable scenes, I have zero idea I'm just here to say that you can enjoy said anime without being a weirdo and you shouldn't begin jumping to conclusions and start calling people straight up criminals. If anyone wants to have a productive conversation and ask questions abt said anime cuz I doubt you're gonna go watch an anime over a Twitter drama, go ahead and ask. If you wanna insult me and call me a d!ckrider then go ahead and do that too, who am I to stop you?

#mingi #soobin #woozi #seventeen #ateez #txt #tomorrow x together #made in abyss

[olderthannetfic]

Am I allowed to hate crime people if it's hatred of them being really really fucking stupid and up their own fucking ass? Story the fuck time: I said something about men, just generally a positive message about dudes. Because men are fucking cute. Ok? Fuck off.

And someone got mad about it. "What about trans men?" (THEY'RE NOT A TRANS MAN BTW!!!) I said men. MEN. You see that second word? trans MEN? Yes? MEN! Men are cute. Men are men, there's literally no fucking need for me to differentiate by saying "men and trans men." if my message is about men being cute. MEN are MEN.

That person keeps fucking insisting I was trying to exclude trans men. Or that I should know that some people avoid specifying the trans, because they are trans exclusionary.

I ask if they would specify trans men, because I feel like constantly adding "men and trans men" is just pointlessly othering when it's a message like "MEN ARE CUTE!"

No, because they aren't transphobic, but they don't know about me.

YOU! YOU NO BRAIN.

Can people stop that shit? Can they stop with that "I'm the main character, you're the NPC." shit? Can they stop assuming that everyone around them is secretly trying to be two-faced bitches? Can they stop showing how blatantly they themselves have issues with, IN THIS CASE, trans men just being included in the term "MEN!" without needing to be added on as an extra to make super sure they're also included, even though trans men are LITERALLY JUST MEN???? Do you think I'd be on a fucking queer/LGBTQIA+ friendly server if I was a fucking transphobic bitch? You think I'd literally have a history on this fucking server talking and positively engaging with the trans people on the server? You fucking think that the biggest act of "mask off" transphobia would be a message that's just MEN ARE CUTE??????? While we're at it, women are fucking cute as well. Everyone good fucking night. I'm a hoe.

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[callsignfate]

Laswell x Chaotic Wife Pt. 4

( Hinting to 18 topics so Viewer discretion is advised. I also added some ghostsoap because I can. I also 100% believe Laswell is a top so I wrote that in as well. Enjoy)

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Laswell: Are you okay?

R/N: What do you mean?

Laswell: You haven't done anything today. I mean that in the way of your not hurt, bleeding, or injured in some way.

R/N: I'm sad.

Laswell: Oh- why?

R/N: I asked Ghost if he was okay and he said no!

Laswell: ... he's never okay.

R/N: No, but then I asked him if he'd want to sit and read with me so I made him tea and we sat and read for hours quietly.

Laswell: ...okay?

R/N: THEN HE SAID THANK YOU AND I APPRECIATE YOU.

Laswell: Oh.. I almost forgot about your daddy issues. C'mere love.

R/N: I wanna be his friend and appreciate him so hard!

Laswell *hugging R/N*: ... You do that.

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R/N: When you yell 'John', I notice Price always knows you mean him and not Soap...how?

Kate: Because Soap is Soap, you call him Soap.

R/N: I call him Soap because there is already another John.

Kate: Call him Johnny?

R/N: That's a reserved right I don't have.

Kate: Ghost calls him that..

R/N: Exactly. It's a privilege.

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R/N: Hey, Ghost.

Ghost: What?

R/N: Wanna hear a joke?

Ghost: Sure.

R/N: Why can't you play chess anymore?

Ghost: I don't know, why?

R/N: You don't have a queen.

Kate: Jesus-

Ghost: C'mhere you fuckin'-

R/N: KATE!

Kate: YOU ARE ON YOUR OWN!

R/N: IN SICKNESS AND IN HEALTH

Kate: THAT DOESN'T INCLUDE STUPIDITY

*Price sipping his tea as he watches Gaz and Ghost chase R/N for the joke*

Price: I need a vacation, I didn't want kids.

Kate: Suffer. You chose them.

Price: It's your wife starting this shit.

Kate: *Sigh* ..yea not my problem she's not at our house.

Price: KATE.

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R/N: Kate!

Kate: Oh fuck-

R/N slamming the door open so hard that it bounces back and slams back into R/N*

R/N:

*Kate trying to stifle a laugh*

Kate: Yes?

R/N: YOU WATCHED THE LAST SEASON WITHOUT ME?

Kate: I NEEDED SOMETHING TO WATCH WHILE I WAS AWAY

R/N: ..this is worse than divorce.

Kate: Oh my God.

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Ghost: I didn't sign up for this old man.

Price: Yea, well, I need Gaz for this.

Ghost: ..and Laswell?

Price: Sadly.

*Soap and R/N screaming Scotland forever while watching Outlander*

Ghost: ...Can't you watch them? I can go.

Price: You've got this.

*Ghost watches the door close as he looks back and watches R/N and Soap with a Sigh*

Ghost: After everything I've lived through.. and this is going to kill me..

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*Kate working peacefully on paperwork*

R/N: Hello!

Kate: What are you doing here?!

Kate's coworker who escorted R/N to her office.: Uh- sorry. She was questioned by the FBI for trying to build a bomb with someone named.. Soap?

R/N: Soap was teaching me, we only got caught because he Google where to get everything.

Kate: YOU WERE TRYING TO DO WHAT?!

R/N: ...Nothing?

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Kate: Why do you blush when I try to kiss you? We've been married for years.

R/N: That doesn't mean I can't still find you intimidatingly beautiful.

Kate: ...

R/N: I also struggle with intimacy.

Kate: There it is.

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Ghost: Open up dammit.

R/N: Soap maybe we should-

Soap: It started when my dad-

Ghost: NOT LIKE THAT.

R/N: Wanna compare daddy issues?

Kate: OPEN THE DOOR.

R/N: ...oh shit.

Soap: I'm not scared of laswell.

R/N: I am- she has handcuffs and rope.

Ghost: So do I Johnny.

Soap: We should open the door-

R/N: Yea..

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R/N: You look- uhm- sore.

Soap: Shouldn't have locked them out..

R/N: yea..

Soap: ...You look ..tired.

R/N: Shut up.

Soap: Could she- Is she-...

R/N: She can.. and she is..

Gaz: Look the two bottoms of the group.

Soap: 10 seconds to run?

R/N: I give him three.

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#kate laswell #cod laswell #kate laswell x reader #laswell cod #laswell #call of duty laswell #kate laswell x fem!reader #laswell mw2

[hetalia-club]

The Cold War era was honestly the cause of so many hilarious things that sound fake but are 100% real. It’s one of the reasons the Cold war is my favorite history era. (I know a lot of horrible stuff happened in that time but let’s focus on the goofy stuff okay?)

Top funniest moments include:

1. Russia thought that they were building a top secret office in the center of the pentagon and pointed nukes directly at it but KGB spies confirmed it was actually a hot dog stand. 2. America was going to nuke the moon as a fuck you to Russia. But decided that might be a bad idea.

3. America had a plan to strap listening devices on cats and turn them lose in Moscow and try and get them to sit in windows and listen in on conversations but then after sinking 2 million into the plan someone was like. “but how do we get the cats to do that...” and they threw that idea out the window.

4. After a big ‘ol woopsie Russia ‘accidently’ ‘allegedly’ almost nuked the USA because someone read the screen wrong and said that the US had fired 5 nukes onto Russia and they were on the way. Luckily the guy in charge was like ‘nah, that ain’t them they wouldn’t do us like that.’ He basically diverted a nuclear war on a ‘gut feeling’. Because the computer systems said it was a go.

5. America built a bunch of rail ways that went nowhere and spent a ton of money on advertising for them basically saying how important that these railways were. They let the info slip to Russia incase they did nuke them they would nuke the useless railways. I can’t decide if that’s a 200 IQ plan or stupid. because Russia of course took the bait.

6. Russia at the same time had the exact same plan and built a couple fake cities in Russia and let some advertising slip about how cool and groovy(it was the 60′s) and also very important these cities were. America of course took the bait. EVEN THOUGH THEY HAD THE SAME PLAN!

7. Russia commissioned America to make fake maps and the only difference was that Russia was bigger on the map than usual. Wow amazing truly astounding.

8. The time America tried to train bears to fly planes... Because they thought it would be super sick and the Russians would be so jealous of the bear pilots. Didn’t work out. 

9. Russia tried to use psychics yes you read right the were looking for someone with psychokinetic powers to train to divert missiles. Yes really, they were doing this. America got so jealous of this that they wanted their own super hero program and they also started looking for someone who could make objects float and also read minds they sunk about 20 mill into that one.

10. (don’t remember who) In the 50′s the current leader of Russia came to America for a meeting which was in California. He toured the Hollywood studios ad really really wanted to go to Disney Land like so fucking bad. The current president of the US was like ‘dude that is a horrible idea you are the leader of Russia you can’t just go to Disney. He flipped his shit he was so fucking mad. He was like ‘why can’t I go? Is there some secret launch base there? Is there something I can’t see? This is so stupid I want to go!’ he even threatened to unalive himself at one point. I don’t think they ever did let him go because they would of had to empty the entire park for him because it was a crazy security risk for him to even be on his GT of Cali in the first place. Apparently the CIA agents with him had a 70+ page book on how to keep him safe. Frank Sinatra was even there to try and keep him happy. though i don’t exactly remember how he got roped into being there.

That is just 10 things there is so much more. So much bonkers shit. I didn’t even get into things Germany and England did. 

#hetalia #hws russia #hws america #alfred f. jones #ivan braginski #I'm tagging this as Hetalia because it is funny to think of in in a Hetalia scenario and also because I'm a hetalia blog

[dustofthedivine]

Creatures Of Habit

Fanfiction Request for @dindjarins04

Creatures Of Habit (The Boys)

Pairing: jealous!butcher x fem!reader

Word Count: 6173 

Content Warnings:

Explicit Language

Explicit Sex including fingering / oral / penetrative / choking / biting / ice play

Mild Gore

Alcohol  ------------------------------------------------------------------------

The heat in New York was suffocating. Lungs choked on the heavy black pollution emitted from exhaust pipes, and clammy hands met damp handkerchiefs in futile attempts to wipe sweat from foreheads. Rivulets of sweat trickled down every body that moved through the streets, every body except Riva’s. She leant against the dusty brick wall of an apartment complex, occasionally sipping from the paper cup that held surprisingly still hot coffee. Riva was perhaps the only person for miles dressed in a vest, cargo pants and a leather jacket. In fact, you could scour the entirety of the city and not find a single person wearing more than one layer, bar Riva. 

When she was young, her epithet had been Riva fire-kissed, partially in jest of her red hair but partially in faith due to the commune she spent her childhood in. Riva had never known a time when she didn’t possess her powers, able to regulate her body temperature at will with a mastery over fire and heat. Not only could Riva produce her own fire, but she could also control any form of heat, such as movement. It had made for an interesting time navigating the sin she felt most closely aligned with. Wrath was something that had to be under careful control at all times, lest she accidentally boil someone alive. Yes, boil. Boil was the method that happened when she lost control. Burning people to death was much easier in Riva’s mind, watching their fragile forms desiccate into ash without a flicker of emotion. Perhaps the latter was a lie, in truth it was less a case of feeling nothing and more a case of feeling entirely numb. She’d become so accustomed to grief that she’d become a master of suppressing it, much to the annoyance of Hughie who’d been trying to get her to open up for several weeks now.

Riva was on scout duty, a task that felt more like a chore than a thing of actual interest or purpose. It had come about that she was on scout duty for the fourth time that week due to a disagreement with Butcher. At least that’s what Riva called it, MM had referred to it as a ‘fucking shitshow’, but then again he did use that phrase for most inconveniences. This morning, Hughie had attempted to convince the two to apologise to each other, which had gone about as well as a toddler driving an SUV. Riva had stubbornly stomped across the dank basement to Butcher, squared up to him and snarled,

“Sorry you’re so fucking stupid.”

Which had been met with the reply, “Sorry you’re a fuckin’ cunt.”

To which Riva had retorted, “For a man who says cunt a lot, it’s not like you get any.”

At this point, Frenchie had stepped in, placatingly saying, “Let’s all just calm down, this is clearly a misunderstanding and I think you two need some space.”

Butcher had let out a grunt and pressed his finger into Frenchie’s chest, “It’s not a misunderstanding, it’s me telling you all the plan and this fucking moron blowing it to hell.”

“I did not blow it to hell, your plan was filled with holes and if it wasn’t for me Hughie would have lost his arm!” Riva shouted, before staggering backwards as Butcher strode towards her, backing her up against the grimy wall.

His voice dropped to a low rumble, as he whispered quietly, “I gave you an order and you disobeyed me. Because of your fuck up, I have this.” He jerked his thumb to his neck, where a hairline thick scar lay, courtesy of Black Noir’s blade. “It’s not my fault you confused bravery with stupidity.” Riva hissed back, dropping her voice to a barely audible volume she added, “Maybe that’s why you lost her.”

On reflection, Riva realised that probably wasn’t the ideal thing to say to her new boss stroke acquaintance. Generally it was never a good idea to throw the insult of a dead wife in someone’s face, but Riva had succumbed to her temper, unable to keep it on a leash. What happened next had surprised her, Butcher and Riva had fought many times over the past three months. Scrapping in the basement whilst he had her in a chokehold, which followed with her foot finding purchase in his groin. They’d been surprisingly evenly matched given Riva’s supernatural strength. But then, it was rarely her strength that she deployed. Why punch someone in the face when you could melt the flesh from their bones? Instead, Butcher had chosen to walk away silently. Before pointing to the stairs and muttering, “Scout duty, full day.”

Which was how Riva had found herself here, watching sweaty bodies make their way through New York streets as she kept a close eye on A-Train’s comings and goings. He’d dipped down a side street a few hours ago, and had slipped into a grungy graffitied door which Riva knew to be a twenty-four hour night club. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, mildly irritated that he was still there. How long did one need to spend in a grimy club on a Thursday afternoon? Compound V. That’s what jolted Riva back to her purpose. The whispers of Compound V had grown to loud talk, and Riva was set upon uncovering the truth of her creation. At the commune, she’d been told that it was a blessing from the spirit world, that they’d gifted her with ancient powers to help them. Riva quickly came to realise that these ancient powers were merely a way to keep the commune warm, and eventually turned into magic tricks to earn some spare cash. After several years, Riva had begun to realise that she was sick and tired of being used for the commune, so at fifteen she left and made a life of her own. She ended up attending supernatural pageants, it turned out that outside of the commune being a supe wasn’t particularly special. In fact, there was a nationwide famous group of them dedicated to protecting America, the seven. She’d seen Starlight at several of them, but never particularly spoken to her. From what Hughie had told her, she was unlike the other supes and in fact rather genuine. A-Train on the other hand, was described by Hughie as a ‘colossal dick’ and by Butcher as ‘another supe cunt’. 

Riva’s mind had begun to wander when the metal door swung open, slamming loudly and causing Riva to drop the cup, hot coffee splashing across the pavement and slightly sizzling as it did so. Riva stepped across the hot spillage and strode towards A-Train, donned in his familiar electric blue garb as he exited the building and began walking quickly East. Riva jogged across the road to her Yamaha bike, and revved the engine before pulling her helmet on and speeding off after A-Train.

She knew the bike was no speed match for him, but it would gain her some ground and A-Train didn’t seem to be in much of a rush. She watched him glance back over his shoulder before breaking into a sprint.

“Fuck.” Riva mutters under her breath, pressing the ball of her foot down on the accelerator as she weaves her way between the smattering of cars. 

At least that was one benefit of the heat, it did make for an easier chase. Riva’s ability to manipulate heat came in very handy when tracking A-Train, after all, he created a lot of heat when he ran and Riva could practically follow the path that he’d laid out for her. Riva followed the trail around several blocks, and it took her a grand total of three minutes to realise that A-Train was going in a circle. Which meant either he was killing time, or he was fully aware that she was tracking him. Neither was a good sign. 

A few streets later, the path changed, veering off to the right. Letting out a sigh of frustration, Riva pulls up on the pavement, tires squealing as she comes to a stop. She flicks out her phone and types a quick message to Hughie, regardless of her powers she didn’t fancy her chances fighting one of the seven. If sparring with Butcher was tough, then sparring with A-Train would be a battle. Shoving her phone back into her pocket, Riva hits the gas again, speeding off after the track and finding herself forced to slow down as she turns down narrower roads until she comes to a dead end, with a cluster of dilapidated buildings. Riva kicks the stand out, leaning her bike to the side as she pulls her helmet off. The sunlight catches on her hair, gleaming like wildfire.

------------------------------------------------------------------------ Riva takes a few tentative steps forward, scanning her surroundings cautiously as her boots crunch over the hot gravel. She makes her way towards a ramshackle building, with wooden planks nailed to the front door. As she walks up to the porch, she swipes her index finger through the dust collecting on the frame. She takes another step, the wood creaking under her feet, freezing at the sound of a voice.

“Who the fuck wears a leather jacket in this weather?”

“Shit.” Riva mutters, whirling round to see A-Train staring at her, utterly bemused.

“Well I’m impressed, I didn’t know I was trackable. So you must be a supe?”

“Something like that.” Riva takes a few steps down, meeting him on the pavement.

“Why are you following me?” He demands, surveying her appearance with an arched eyebrow.

“I’ve got some questions.” He chuckles, stepping closer to her. “You a reporter?” “I’m a supe, why the hell would I choose to be a reporter?”

A-Train shrugs, “People do strange things.”

“I’ve got questions about… about compound V.” 

A-Train freezes for a millisecond before rolling his shoulders back. “Someone’s been busy.” 

“I need to know the truth about it, why are you running it around the city?”

“I’m not running shit.” He seethes, gripping her by her jacket. “You’re gonna shut your mouth, or I’ll break that pretty little jaw of yours.” 

“Delightful. Just tell me why.”

“Fuck you. You don’t know anything.” Pushing her away, A-Train turns to walk off. 

“Were you on V when you killed Hughie Campbell’s girlfriend?” It was a risky shot, but the only one Riva figured would get him to talk. 

“That’s who you’re working for? Fuck me, you really are dumb. Running around with that scrawny kid trying to save the world? Think you’re something special?”

“I think I’m trying to find out the truth, same as you.”

A-Train snorts, a dry laugh that Riva knows is more mocking than joyful. “You don’t know what I want, and I’ve had enough of you and Hughie fucking Campbell sticking your noses where you don’t belong. Fuck off.” He gives her a rough shove, causing Riva to stagger backwards. There was one more ace to play, she supposed. She guessed it was a day for throwing grief in people’s faces. “Popclaw would want you to.”

A-Train turns slowly, too slowly. A shiver snakes up Riva’s spine as she steadies herself. 

“The fuck did you just say?”

“I said-” Her sentence is cut short as the wind is knocked out of her lungs. His fist goes flying into her sternum, sending her soaring across the road as she lands with a bump on the tarmac. Quickly Riva shifts to her feet, but A-Train reaches her quicker, hurling her over his shoulder and sending her flying through the wooden planks, into the house. 

Dust floats in the air, particles entering her airways as Riva coughs. Spluttering, she pushes herself to her feet, and pauses. She feels the heat quickly enough that she has time to turn her palms up and sent a jet of flame out in the air. A-Train slides underneath it just in time, and knocks out Riva’s legs. As she lands on her stomach, a hand grasps her ankle, throwing her out through the window. Glass shards slice through her skin, as droplets of blood hit the tarmac, the sun making even her flesh begin to tingle with heat. 

She places her palms on the ground, beginning to melt it under her hands as A-Train bursts out of the house, sliding on the slick hot tarmac, he swipes out a fist and Riva ducks, catching him with her boot in his sternum. Sprinting after him, she slams into his body, and is quickly whirled round, an elbow jammed into her neck.

At this point, Riva’s unsure whether to melt his face off, probably not ideal given they need him as a lead. She’s cut short for thought by the crunch of gravel, and the low grunt of someone all too familiar saying,

“Oi cunt, get your fuckin’ hands off her.” 

A-Train pauses, thought creasing his forehead as he turns back to stare at Butcher, for once not dressed in that damnable trench coat. “Seriously, you? Fucking hell.” A-Train turns back to Riva, laughing sarcastically, “You’re working for him, of all people? God you need to get better friends.”

“I’d hardly call us friends.” Riva manages to spit out,

“Charmin’ darlin’, but the lady is right. Business partners might be a better phrase.” Butcher retorts, and Riva watches him roll his shoulders back, the way he always did before going for the first punch.

A-Train arches an eyebrow, increasing the weight on Riva’s neck as she coughs for air, “Well, I think for practically stalking me, she might need to learn a little lesson.”

“I said, get your fuckin’ hands off her, you cunt.” 

Riva takes advantage of A-Train’s momentary distraction to grab A-Train by the cheeks and begin to heat his skin. Letting out a yelp of pain A-Train drops his forearm from her neck, and Riva kicks him back into Butcher, who cracks him across the jaw.

Riva watches, somewhat mesmerised as Butcher pins him to the floor with a gun at his temple and his boot on A-Train’s arm. “Touch her again, and I’ll fuckin’ kill ya.” 

“You’d have to catch me first.”

“Tell us about Compound V.” Butcher prompts, and stops at the whirling sound of police sirens. “You motherfucker-”

“Butcher, come on.” Riva jerks a thumb in the direction of her bike, and Butcher spits on the floor, standing up slowly.

“Better luck next time idiots.” A-Train grins wickedly as he shoots off into the blaring sunlight, and Riva pulls her helmet on, wincing as it brushes a lump on her head. Yanking it off, she tentatively presses her fingertips to the bulge and groans.

“We need to get you back, you’re bleedin’ all over the place and that looks nasty.” He gestures to her head and Riva shrugs. 

“There’s no medical supplies at the base, we’ll have to-”

“I know somewhere, just get on behind me.” Butcher walks over to the bike, taking the seat at the front.

“It’s my damn bike, I’ll drive it.”

“No you bloody well won’t, not with a likely concussion, now get on before the cops arrive.”

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Feeling exceptionally frustrated, Riva bites her tongue and wedges her helmet on despite the protests from her head. Locking her arms around Butcher’s waist, they speed off into the outskirts of the city, until Butcher pulls up outside a terraced house on a quiet suburban street. Riva takes her helmet off slowly, as Butcher parks the bike and walks up to the front porch.

“Just a casual bit of B and E?” Riva taunts, watching Butcher fumble around in his jean pocket.

“Hardly love.” He fishes out a key, and unlocks the front door, gesturing to Riva. “Well get in then, quick.” 

Riva hurries up to the front door, and upon entering the house pauses as Butcher locks the door behind them. “What the hell is this? This is, why aren’t we using this for Base?” “Because strictly speaking it’s only for favours.” Butcher mutters, walking into the kitchen and opening cupboards at random. “Sit down, and take that fuckin’ jacket off so I can look at your arms.”

“Tell me why Butcher.”

“I’ll tell you once I’ve got you cleaned up. Or are you so fuckin’ stubborn that you don’t want help?” “I’m fine…” Riva trails off as a sudden dizziness rolls through her in waves, stumbling she reaches the sofa before slipping. Butcher is there in an instant, catching her head before it hits the floor and lifting her onto the sofa in one smooth move.

“Stay here.” He orders, and Riva can’t do much to protest as she begins to drift off. “Don’t sleep, come on sit up.” 

A glass of cold water is thrust into her hands, and Riva drinks it gratefully as Butcher begins treating the wounds on her arms. Every now and then Riva emits a hiss of pain as Butcher disinfects and bandages the wounds. 

“Thanks.” She mumbles quietly, enough for Butcher to hear but he doesn’t reply other than arching a dark eyebrow at her.

“Do you feel sick? Any vision problems?” He queries and Riva tilts her head to one side.

“You a doctor now?”

“I’m checking if you’ve got a concussion because I don’t fancy the idea of you faintin’ on me and having to take you to hospital when I’m a wanted felon.” 

Riva gives him a small but wicked smile, “I thought you said you didn’t kill Stillwell?” 

“Just let me see your head.” As Riva goes to touch the bump she finds smooth skin and the dizziness beginning to clear from her head.

“Fuckin’ supes.” Butcher rips the bandage off to reveal what had been a rather deep cut replaced by unmarked flesh.

“Told you I’d be fine.” 

Butcher growls at this, stalking away as he throws the medical supplies back into the cupboard. 

“Why did you come? How did you even know-”

“Hughie left his phone at Base. That’s all you need to know.” Butcher informs her as he scours the place for alcohol.

“So you unlocked his phone without his permission and came to-”

“Didn’t unlock. There was no code on it.” Butcher pulls a cork out of a wine bottle with his teeth and grabs a glass.

“Why did you even care what A-Train did to me? I thought you were in a pissy mood?”

Butcher lets out a frustrated sigh. “You’re still on my team Riva, even if you are…”

“One of them.” Riva fills in with a snarl, she marches across the living room and towards the front door when Butcher slams a glass of wine down in front of her.

“Don’t let this go to waste just because you’re mad a normal human being saved you.” He glares at her and Riva rolls her eyes.

“I want off scout duty.” “You should have thought about that before talkin’ about Becca.”

“She’s dead, she doesn’t care-”

“She’s not fuckin’ dead and if you don’t shut your mouth-”

Riva laughs drily. “You’ll shut it for me? God you know you hate Homelander so much but you’re just like him.” 

“You don’t even know the cunt.” 

Riva slams her hands down on the counter tops. “I know he’s a bully, just like you.”

“At least he actually knows how to use his powers.” Butcher says through a mouthful of wine and Riva feels the anger begin to uncoil in her stomach, rising up through her veins.

“Shut up.” 

“Oh I’m sorry, are there lines now? Boundaries that we’re not supposed to cross?”

Riva ignores him, attempting to quell the rage burning in her gut. “Is it true Becca’s alive?”

“It’s none of your business.” She meets his gaze slowly, “You said we’re a team. It’s my business.” “When people threaten my team it is my business, but our private lives have nothing to do with work. It’s not like you share anything.” “That pisses you off?” “Yea it does fuckin’ piss me off.” Butcher snarls as he takes a step closer towards her. “It pissed me off watchin’ the speedy cunt put his hands on you.”

Riva pauses at this point, the rage which had up until now been coursing a steady path through her veins halts too as she regards Butcher thoughtfully. “Why did that bother you?” She asks, so softly that it’s almost a whisper.

His brow creases, the realisation dawning on him that he’s perhaps admitted something he never should have. “It doesn’t matter.” 

“Tell me.” Riva murmurs, softly again as she reaches out to touch him and Butcher shoves her arm away.

“Don’t fuckin’ touch me.” 

The rage rises up through her throat as her veins begin to glow red with heat. “You know what Butcher, fine, be miserable and alone because when you die there will be nothing and no-one feeling sorry for you.” Seething, she turns to exit as Butcher throws back a final insult.

------------------------------------------------------------------------ “Just like you then eh? Shitty parents, shitty childhood, abusive-”

The glass soars through the air, and Butcher ducks just in time as it smashes against a cabinet, red wine splattering the walls like blood stains. She glares at him, panting with anger. “Fuck. You.” 

He laughs loudly. “You. Wish.” Taking a few steps towards her, Riva refuses to back down and meets him in the middle of the room.

“I’d rather burn alive.” Her hands ball into fists as she readies herself for attack.

“The feelin’s mutual, love.” 

Her arm swings out and Butcher catches it, but despite her lack of education when it came to mastering super strength, Riva was just as strong as him. She pushes against his grip and Butcher’s mouth quirks up into a smirk, and he grabs her throat with his free hand. 

Riva’s eyes burn with intensity, a new kind of rage uncoiling in her as she stares at him, his hand remarkably light around her throat despite the fervour with which he moved towards it. She places her fingertips on the back of his hand, and begins to heat up his skin. She hears the sizzle and watches his face, which remains smirking, no sign of pain whatsoever. 

Riva licks her lips, “I hate you.”

“I hate you too, darlin’.”

Looking back on it now, Riva was unsure who initiated the first move, or how it even came about. One second Butcher’s hand was around her throat and she was burning said hand, whilst he had her other fist in a tight grip and the next she was up against a wall with his hands skating down to her thighs and his mouth on hers. 

She didn’t stop him though, if anything she finally began to understand the nuance of the rage that she felt whenever she was around him. It had begun the third time she met him, this new kind of heat that was born in her gut and radiated throughout her so intensely that even she felt the sting of it’s heat. Now, she was beginning to acknowledge that it might in fact be lust. 

His mouth pressed against hers firmly, his hands dropping to her waist as hers found themselves tangling up in his thick black hair. Butcher’s hands squeeze her hips, eliciting a gasp from Riva as his tongue finds it’s way into her mouth, fighting her for dominance as she rakes her nails down the back of his neck which he groans delightedly at. His right hand remains on her hip as his left comes up, tangling in her red hair his fist tightens around a few strands and pulls her head back.

“Fuck.” She breathes as his lips trail down her jawline, moving across the expanse of her neck until he finds the spot that makes her arch her back and moan as he takes the flesh between his teeth gently. Sucking the skin, she feels her neck begin to bruise and heal simultaneously as she digs her fingernails into his shoulders.

He trails a line of kisses back up to her ear, nipping the lobe before murmuring, “I love it when you moan for me.” 

“And I can’t wait until you moan for me.” Riva whispers through gasping breaths.

“Unlikely love.” He hums against her neck, and Riva pushes him roughly in his chest. Butcher grins wickedly as he staggers backwards, and Riva surveys him before darting round the island in the centre of the kitchen.

Butcher feints left, before moving right and grabbing her by the waist, he hauls her thighs up around his hips and slams her into the wall again, and she moans gripping the buttons of his shirt which she rips open. 

“Take this off.” Riva pleads, and Butcher chuckles huskily.

“Eager are we?” “Shut the fuck up.” Riva mutters and Butcher grins, pivoting round and sitting her on the counter top as he tugs his shirt off and tosses it on the floor.

“You’re buyin’ me a new one.” He mutters and Riva catches him by the jaw.

“I’ll do jack shit for you.” She states, hoping the attempt at confidence in her voice overwhelms the gorgeous shock that comes at seeing the rippled muscle that has been hiding far too well under all these trench coats.

“Oh you’ll do plenty for me today darlin’.” He tells her, hands tugging at the vest on her torso as Riva slaps his hands away.

“Not yet.” She tuts, grabbing his jaw and kissing him deeply as his hands snake round her waist. Fingertips tracing idle shapes on her back until he rips the vest off her back and chucks it across the kitchen. 

“Butcher.” Riva protests but he slides his hand back around her throat, squeezing lightly.

“I don’t care.” He growls but relaxes a little before quietly adding, “Tap my wrist two times if you need me to stop love.”

Riva can’t help but twist her lips up into a smile at this, as her hand closes over his encouraging him to to tighten his grip which Butcher does, grinning wildly as he unbuttons and unzips her cargo pants with one hand. Pulling them down her thighs, Butcher smiles at her bare thighs. 

“What?” Riva narrows her eyes at him.

“You’re fuckin’ beautiful.” He brushes his knuckle against Riva’s thigh who whimpers, as she involuntarily spreads them for him. 

Butcher’s hands grip her ass as he pulls her to the edge of the counter top and drops to his knees, kissing slowly up from her ankles to her core, inch by inch. His lips skate over her underwear before kissing down the other leg as Riva grips the cool counter under her hands.

“Stop teasing.” She hisses, and Butcher clicks his tongue.

“Lie back for me love.” He murmurs, and Riva sits up, meeting Butcher’s hand who presses her back down firmly by her stomach.

“Stop it-”

“Lie back and cum for me darlin’.” Butcher says, before adding, “That was an order.” 

Riva arches an eyebrow, but nonetheless lies back, the cool counter soothing the warmth of her back. She exhales gently as Butcher’s fingertips brush over her underwear, and his index finger pushes it to the side. Butcher inhales sharply, groaning at the sight of her.

“Told you.” Riva grins, and Butcher sighs.

“Fuck. You’re fuckin’ perfect.”

“I’m going to remind you of- oh fuck.” Riva gasps, her hands gripping the edge of the counter as Butcher’s tongue flicks up her core, circling the bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs.

“You were sayin’ love?” Butcher hums against her, and Riva grunts in frustration, her hands grabbing the back of his head as she pushes him towards her.

“Don’t stop.” She whines, and he laughs before meeting her gaze.

“I’m gonna fuckin’ devour you.” He tells her, and uses the flat of his tongue to lick a stripe up her sex. 

Riva moans, arching her back as Butcher’s tongue moves quicker and quicker over her core that begins to drip down onto his chin. He places two fingers in his mouth, covering them in saliva before nudging one at her entrance. 

Riva gasps, “Please. I need you.”

“Need me where?” 

“In me. Fuck Butcher, please.”

He answers by pushing one finger inside her and Riva hisses through her teeth, as he curls his index finger inside her, gently brushing her inner walls. He adds another, stretching her open as his mouth returns to the epicentre of her nerves. He sucks it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around her before returning to licking up and down her core. As he falls into a rhythm, she grips his head and moans louder, her back arching as she grinds her hips into his mouth. 

“Don’t you fucking change a thing, I’m so fucking…” She trails off as Butcher keeps his rhythm, and brings her closer and closer to the explosion she so desperately craves. It hits her like an explosion, stars spearing through her vision as her whole body glows red with aching heat, and Butcher hums proudly against her as she tightens around his fingers. 

“Oh Jesus Christ.” Riva breathes raggedly.

“Not quite love.” He replies. “Just shut up.” 

“Oh, you taste fuckin’ delicious. So good for me.” He chuckles against her and kisses up her stomach, nuzzling her breasts. 

Riva sits up, wrapping her legs around his hips and unbuckling his jeans. “My turn.” She pushes him back, slipping off the counter as she slams him up against the wall, yanking down his jeans and cupping him in her hand.

Riva smirks as he begins to harden in her palm, and tugs at the waistband of his boxers. “Do I turn you on Butcher?” “More than you fuckin’ know love, let’s just skip this part eh?” He lets out a breath as Riva runs her tongue from the base of him to his head, flicking it gently before taking him all the way in her mouth.

“Oh fuck love, fuck you’re so fuckin’ good at…” He trails off, hands twisting into her hair as he gently pushes her head up and down his length.

His knees buckle after a minute, and he pulls her up by her throat, tightening his grip as he kisses her, his mouth tasting of her and hers of him, forming the most exquisitely gorgeous combination on their tongues. 

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“A little too close for comfort?” She taunts, and Butcher smiles widely.

“Cut me some slack, it’s been a while.” He unclips her bra, throwing it over his shoulder as he carries her towards the sofa.

“No.” She breathes, “Against the wall first.”

“First?”

“Are you-” “I’m kiddin’, love.” He rams her against the wall, adjusting himself so that he’s pressed against her entrance. “You ready?” “Just fuck me.” His answer is to slam himself into her, all the way up to the hilt. Riva lets out a soft scream as she stretches to accommodate him, and he remains still for several moments to let her adjust.

“Better?” He quips, and she nods. “Good. Because I’m going to make your legs shake so much you won’t be able to walk for days.” 

“Big talk.” She purrs, and his fingertips press harshly into her hips before he pulls back and thrusts into her again. Riva’s left hand grips his shoulders, digging her nails into his skin whilst her right hand tugs on his hair. 

“God you feel so fuckin’ good.” He says between breaths, his hips ramming into hers as her back smacks against the wall again and again and again. To most, it would have bruised the skin, but it added a layer of slight pain to the overwhelming pleasure she was feeling, which made the whole experience all the more incredible.

He grabs her arms, and holds them above her head, his grip tight around her wrists as he uses his free hand to hold her up, fucking her harder and harder until she’s screaming for him, begging him to keep going. She leans forward, sinking her teeth into his shoulder as he laughs, “God you’re brilliant.” 

“Don’t fucking stop.” She grits out, and Butcher shakes his head, all pretence gone.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” He drops her wrists, securing her weight in his hands as he moves her from the wall, pausing by the freezer as he opens it with one hand, grabs something and kicks it shut.

Butcher carries her to the sofa, lying Riva on her back and kissing down her sternum as he pops an ice cube in his mouth and drags it across her breasts, circling her nipples as gasps of pleasure escape from her throat. He drags it down her sternum, leaving it resting on her belly as his mouth moves up to her nipples, taking them in his mouth individually as he uses his hand to knead her other breast.

An idea forms in Riva’s head, one that’s so enjoyable she can’t help but act it out instantly. She lunges forward pushing Butcher on his back and taking the icecube in her mouth as she sits on his chest, dragging it down his neck much to Butcher’s delight, who groans softly in her ear as she maps his chest with her hands, fingertips grazing over the indents of his abdominal muscles. 

“It’s my job to tease you.” He stutters, her lips catching his in a kiss which he eagerly returns.

“And it’s mine to torment you.” Riva murmurs, her lips brushing over his ear, as she returns to the ice cube that’s begun dissolving on his chest. She straddles his lap, sinking down slowly onto him and watching his eyes roll back in rapture. 

“Fuckin’ hell, Riva.” He grunts as she begins to wind her hips in a serpentine fashion, his hands gripping her ass as he smacks her lightly, holding her tightly as he meets her movements, thrusting up into her.

“Butcher, your hands, I’m gonna…” She trails off as a wave of euphoria crashes through her, and his hands snake up to her neck, closing around her throat as he squeezes.

“Cum for me love, I want to hear you say my name. I want to know that it’s me who’s making you feel like this.” “Possessive much?” She gulps out and he grins.

“You have no idea.” He increases the pressure, and watches her wring out her orgasm on his lap, riding him harder and harder as Butcher begins to sit up, squeezing tighter until her body freezes before melting under his touch.

He drops his hands from her neck as she lets out a gasp for oxygen, her hands digging into his shoulders as she tilts her head back, throat exposed to the air moaning, “Oh fuck, Billy, yes, just like that.” 

“God I love it when you say my name. I plan on hearing you say that many, many times over.” He tells her, watching her in awe as she comes down from her high.

“Your turn.” She says softly, lips swollen with lust as he flips her on her back, hands cradling her face.

“As you wish, love.” He begins thrusting into her, her legs wrapped round his hips as he gets faster and faster, the couch moving with his movement.

“Holy fuck, Billy.”

“If anyone ever touches you again without your consent, I’ll fuckin’ kill them. Do you understand?” He looks down at her, slowing his pace for a moment.

“I know Butcher.” 

He runs his thumb over her lower lip and she takes it in her mouth, gently biting down.

“Billy love, just call me Billy.”

She smiles around his thumb, before raking her nails down his back. “Then cum for me Billy, I want to hear you say my name.” 

He grins happily, holding her waist tight as he thrusts harder into her, his hands moving down to grip her thighs as he pulls her down onto him repeatedly, beads of sweat dripping down his face as Riva watches his eyes close, chasing the release that she felt minutes ago. She leans up, nipping his ear as he pants out.

“Too hot, I’m so fuckin’ hot.”

She places her palms on his back, dragging the heat out of his body and watching him relax a little as he continues moving, nuzzling her neck. 

“Feel better?”

“Immensley love.” He kisses her neck, thrusting harder and harder as his hips bruise her inner thighs until he slows just a touch and Riva grins.

“Say it.” “Fuck, Riva fuck you feel incredible.” He groans, his face twisting in pleasure as his release spills out inside her, his thrusts slowing until his face is inches from hers, their foreheads pressed together.

“Well, that was unexpected.” Riva says with a soft laugh as Butcher presses his lips to hers before confessing.

“Hardly darlin’, I’ve been waiting to do that for fuckin’ weeks.”

Riva arches an eyebrow, “But you argue with me non-stop, you’re just as stubborn as I am.”

Butcher chuckles, kissing her forehead. “What can I say love? Creatures of habit.”

#the boys #the boys tv #amazon the boys #billy butcher #billy butcher x you #billy butcher x reader #fanfiction requests #fanfiction #smut #the boys smut #smut fanfiction

[imjussaiyan]

Anyone else have a sibling that HAS to have ALL the attention and is entitled as fuck?

My sister is so fucking entitled it makes me sick. And she’s fake on top of it all.

So I know accidents happen and it only takes one time to get pregnant. And I know you’re wondering why this is an issue and you’re probably thinking I’m an asshole.

Well, we live on the family farm with our parents because this country is a hellscape. She was going through trade school, which fine I get them supporting her through that. However, her boyfriend lives here too (that’s partially my parents stupid mistake) and neither of them have a job or source of income.

Like. At all.

My parents FULLY support them financially and otherwise. And they had the fucking nerve to get pregnant and KEEP it..? On someone else’s dime? In a home that there is literally no room for a good damn baby? With a broke ass, dead beat ass fiancé..? Because of course they’re engaged. Idk how they’re going to get married or with what money. She wants to do that before she has the baby. L O FUCKING L.

Oh, but there’s more. Not only did my parents and I pay for her trade school, she slacked off and took too many “personal days” because she was upset about social things at school. Which created MORE fees adding up to 2300 dollars. Which I paid so she could graduate. Bitch. You are almost 22. Shut the fuck up.

ON TOP of that, I found a nice little manufactured home for a low price and showed her because it was cute. Not that I can afford it, but it’s fun to window shop and the bitch says, “I should have mom and dad help me with that.”

Our parents cannot afford to do that. And I told her so. She then gets all sad and butthurt. Like, excuse me? We literally grew up poor as dirt and she thinks our parents are just going to buy her everything? I know they spoiled the fuck out of her and that’s partially why she’s such a selfish brat, but honestly, it’s her personality.

But wait. THERE’S MORE.

Not only is she pregnant on our parents dime, she signed up for state insurance incorrectly and was just going to give up even after our other sister told her exactly how to do it and offered help. Her response? “Oh, mom and dad will pay for it.”

WITH WHAT MONEY, BITCH?!

She does next to fucking nothing around the house and is overly fucking sensitive about anything and everything. She’s also a little bitch ass know it all and she literally has no fucking clue about how anything in this world works, including her own body. Yes. She doesn’t even know how her vagina works and she decides to have a god damn baby that no one can afford.

And now I’m the asshole because I’m NOT excited. Nor do I have to be. She lied about “the condom didn’t fit right.” Then why did you do it? Especially when she KNEW she was ovulating..?

She tried to have a kid with her last fiancé under the same exact circumstances, but aborted that one because she realized it was a bad idea. Mind you, I’m the only one who knows this. If my hyper religious parents found out, they’d go ballistic. Part of me wishes I hadn’t protected her from that. Anyway, she did this shit on purpose. I know when she’s lying and she can’t even keep her lame ass story straight.

I am so done with her rn.

**** UPDATE

He finally got a decent job. Even though he could’ve been working a meager in between one instead of relying on my family for everything for over a year… but whatever I guess. At least he’s got a job now.

#shitty siblings #siblings #sister #sisters #family #spoiled #spoiled sister #family issues #spoiled brat #entitled brat #your privilege is showing

[slabime]

(Long post im so so so sorry)

(also took me so long to post this my bad. I asked like 3 months ago atp.)(I was genuinely spending the entire time trying to figure out the Read More on mobile)(they only added it recently)

ok some of u lovely awesome great ppl said u ARE interested in warlson pirate au so here we go cringe laser beam blast GO.:

very very simplified story is Warly is a captain of a pirate ship. wilson, after being legally declared dead on duty in the royal navy(where he lost his eye) after multiple mishaps(will explain. eventually) joins his crew for fun and also he needs money. andtheyre gay. time period is like. golden age of piracy. 1650-1720 ish. theres matelotage arc.

the crew(as of Right Now) includes willow, winona, wes, wolfgang, woodie, webber, wigfrid, and sometimes Walani,but shes frequently doing her Own Things.

maxwells there also hes. Still in the royal navy. bc I thought that wld be so fucking funny and it IS no concrit. Yes he wears the stupid fucking wig. alsohe earnestly believed wilson was dead AND mourned him for several months b4 seeing his ass robbing a navy vessel and said hey. hey wait a fucking minute.

anyways wilson and maxwell have a goofy ass one sided rivalry. maxwells going full Hark A Vagrant Nemesis Comic #327. Wilsons too busy having a romance arc with Warly and building found family dynamics with the crew to notice this.

huge HUGE credit to my beloved friend and fantastic writer cookingwithcyanide who contributed Immensely to the entire story say thank u to them theyre really really good at this.

#dont starve #don't starve #dont starve together #dst #ds wilson #wilson dst #wilson p. higgsbury #warly dst #ds warly #ds wes #wes dst #ds willow #willow ds #warlson #ds winona #winona dst #ds maxwell #maxwell dst #ok i think thafs everyone. in this post. #pirate au #salami au #salami words: dst #q #giggles. #long post #long post warning

[bloody-bee-tea]

BeeTober 2023 Day 30 - Castle

“You understand, right?“ Suguru’s mother asks over the phone and Suguru barely hears her over the ringing in his ears.

“Right,” he tonelessly gives back.

“Tell him with that lifestyle of his, it’s just—” his father’s voice trails off in the background.

Right, his lifestyle. The one where he lives together with Satoru and is gay. Not that these two are connected in any way, no matter how much he wants them to be.

“Yes, the thing with your boyfriend,” his mother unsurely relays his father’s words and Suguru sucks in a sharp breath.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” he tells his mother, not for the first time, but of course she barely even listens to him.

“We simply cannot, in good conscience, support this anymore.”

“That includes my studies?” Suguru asks because he needs to know just how fucked he truly is.

If his parents no longer send him money for anything he needs to know that.

“You should have just taken up work in that car shop in town,” Suguru’s father tells him and Suguru’s mouth twists in a sneer.

He’s been studying philosophy on a teacher’s degree for two years now and still his father never fails to bring that up.

“I understand,” Suguru says after a long pause where no one says anything and then simply hangs up on his parents.

His hand is shaking, he belatedly realises, and as if it was just waiting for him to notice the tremor spreads through his entire body. Suguru could have managed rent somehow; there is always need for someone to work more hours at the coffee shop he works at after all. But adding his tuition fees to that? There’s no way he will be able to pay for that as well.

Suguru thought he had something good going for him, built a life of his own with Satoru—no matter how platonic it might be—but now he realises that it was like a castle build on sand.

And it’s all coming down around him.

Suguru doesn’t know how he’s going to cover all of his expenses, doesn’t know how he’ll work enough hours and study at the same time but there is one thing he definitely knows.

Satoru can never know about this.

~*~*~

Suguru applied for several scholarships, most of which accepted him. That means he has most of his tuition fees covered, but he has to maintain his grades. And working three shifts at two different jobs is not helping with that.

Suguru barely sleeps these days, spending his days working or studying—and sometimes both—and he only eats what he can scarf down on his way to classes or work.

It’s all something he can cope with, somehow, by telling himself that it’s temporary, that it will get better once he finished his studies and takes up a full-time job but the one thing he cannot cope with is not being able to see Satoru.

Their schedules were erratic at best even before this entire mess happened but now Suguru is barely home. He leaves before Satoru is up and comes back home long after he has gone to sleep—if Suguru comes home at all and doesn’t pull an all-nighter in the library—and he misses Satoru something fierce.

He misses his stupid hair and his stupid glasses and the ease with which they always fit together, be it working around each other in the kitchen or snuggling up on the couch for a movie.

Suguru just misses him and some days he thinks all of this is not worth it.

He knows he can just tell Satoru the truth; Satoru is loaded enough that none of this would even make a dent and he would be willing to cover Suguru’s expenses, Suguru knows that.

But it doesn’t feel right.

He wants them to be equals, wants them to be able to stand next to each other and while Suguru is sure that Satoru still could do that, he knows himself well enough to know that he could never forget about the huge debt he owes Satoru.

And he doesn’t want this to poison his relationship with Satoru.

It’s not as if you’re going to have much of a relationship with him anymore, if things continue like that, a tiny voice says in the back of Suguru’s head and he hates how right it is.

He hasn’t talked to Satoru in almost a week. He barely has time to answer his texts and Suguru hates every second of it.

And it seems Satoru feels the same because when Suguru drags his exhausted self home, Satoru is waiting for him at the kitchen table.

It’s way past Satoru’s bedtime and immediately, Suguru feels guilty.

“Why are you still up?” he asks, even though he damn well knows why. It’s his fault.

He ignores the pang in his chest at finally seeing Satoru again and lets himself fall into one of the empty chairs. It feels as if his entire being aches; most of it is lack of sleep and over-working himself but a good part is also due to the distance to Satoru.

“Great question,” Satoru gives back and he sounds pissed. “Why are you never home anymore?” he then asks and he’s glaring at Suguru.

“I’m busy,” Suguru tells him and it’s not even a lie.

He’s so busy these days.

“Are you mad at me?” Satoru asks next and Suguru jerks at the question.

“No,” he rushes to reassure Satoru. “It has nothing to do with you. I’m just busy.”

“Why? It wasn’t like that before. What happened?”

Suguru knows that Satoru just wants to help, just wants to understand and it would be so easy to tell him, to take what he will no doubt offer and then finally be able to sleep for more than four hours at once again.

But Suguru’s pride won’t allow it.

“Nothing happened. Work just picked up and studies, too. That’s all. It’s nothing you need to worry about.”

“I do, though. Suguru, you look like shit. I haven’t seen you in a week and you’re barely yourself anymore. You don’t text back, you’re never home and you don’t talk to me. Of course I worry.”

“It’s nothing,” Suguru whispers out, his eyes burning. He can’t keep looking at Satoru or he’s going to have a minor break down, he just knows it.

“It’s not nothing,” Satoru says with conviction and sometimes Suguru hates how incredibly persistent he can be. “I give you a week. If things don’t change by then, I will make you tell me what’s going on.”

It’s a promise but to Suguru it feels like a threat. There is no way he can manage to even his workload out enough to spend more time with Satoru and he damn well knows that if Satoru really puts his mind to it, he can force Suguru to tell him everything.

“Please don’t,” Suguru mutters but Satoru only gives him a hard glare.

“I miss you, Suguru,” Satoru says and Suguru’s heart aches.

“I miss you, too,” he admits, and at least that comes easy to him.

“Then talk to me,” Satoru implores him but Suguru shakes his head, causing Satoru to sigh. “Fine. A week then. Better have a convincing lie ready, if you don’t want me to know the truth.”

He leaves Suguru with that, lets the words fall around Suguru like heavy stones and the added weight barely even registers for Suguru. He’s spread too thin already; he can’t worry about this as well now.

He’ll just have to make up something on the spot in a week because he doesn’t doubt for a second that Satoru is going to keep his promise.

~*~*~

Suguru has been home exactly two times since his talk with Satoru and he has half a mind to simply not go home once the week he was given is up. But he knows Satoru well enough to know that he will track him down and Satoru will make sure they are having this talk, no matter where.

And Suguru would prefer it if it wasn’t in public.

So when the seven days are up, he does make his way back home. He knows Satoru will be there and waiting for him because he received a threatening message not even an hour ago.

Be home at 5pm sharp or else is all it says and since this is Satoru the or else could literally be anything.

And Suguru is not going to take that chance.

He still doesn’t know what he’s going to tell Satoru, doesn’t know how to lie to him convincingly—and never has, if he’s being honest—and he also doesn’t know how to explain in a way that won’t make Satoru incredibly angry.

This evening, Suguru can only lose.

This time Satoru is waiting for him on the couch and he doesn’t even say anything. He just waits for Suguru to sit down and then pierces him with the most searching gaze Suguru ever had the misfortune to be under and just like that, he breaks.

He has always been incredibly easy for Satoru.

“My parents think we are together,” is the first thing out of his mouth and Satoru isn’t quick enough to hide just how hurt he is by that, by the thought that Suguru is avoiding him to prevent rumors.

“They are not even here,” he hisses, though even his anger feels lacking. “Why are you trying so hard to disprove that?”

“It’s not like that,” Suguru says and leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees and hanging his head. “They cut me off. It’s a convenient excuse for them; that and the fact that I’m studying instead of working like they think I should.”

“They cut you—is this about money?” Satoru almost yells out and now his anger seems so much more real.

“Yes,” Suguru simply says and he still doesn’t know how to explain this to Satoru.

Satoru never had to want for money in his life.

There is a long moment of silence.

“How many jobs are you working?” Satoru finally wants to know and Suguru closes his eyes.

He’s so tired.

“Two. Three shifts.”

“And your studies?”

“I have to maintain my grades for the scholarships I applied to.”

“You’re working yourself to the ground.”

Suguru can’t even refute that. He has lost even more weight this week and he fears at this point the eyebags will be permanent.

“Why not—“ Satoru starts before he scoots closer to Suguru’s side, gently pressing their knees together as if he’s checking if he’s still allowed.

Suguru presses back.

“I know this has occurred to you, but why not ask me?” Satoru quietly asks and Suguru shudders.

It would be so easy.

“I can’t,” he whispers out and feels like shit when Satoru takes the liberty to melt against his side.

His weight is familiar and something inside of Suguru that has ached for all this time finally relaxes.

“Why not?” Satoru’s voice matches his and Suguru’s eyes burn.

He’s not sure if it’s a lack of sleep or tears.

“I would always remember the debt I owe you. We both know I could never pay you back. I know you wouldn’t care,” Suguru says before Satoru can say it, “but I do. It would always hang over me. I don’t want that.”

“So you’d rather not see me at all anymore,” Satoru mutters, resting his head on Suguru’s shoulder. “Is that what you want? To not be in debt but—you’d lose me.”

“I hated every second of the last two weeks,” Suguru fervently whispers and grasps for Satoru’s hand. “I hated it. But I don’t know what to do. I don’t know anymore.”

The lack of sleep has not been helping with his ability to think clearly and the lack of Satoru in his life hasn’t made it easier, either. It’s almost as if he has been on withdrawal lately and he leans more heavily against Satoru.

He has to catch up on a lot of missed time.

“I know what to do,” Satoru says and there is confidence in his words but he moves away from Suguru.

Before Suguru can mourn the loss of warmth at his side, Satoru cups his cheek in his hand and turns his face so he’s looking straight at Satoru.

“I want an honest answer, Suguru,” Satoru demands and he only goes on when Suguru nods.

He can’t tear his eyes away from Satoru’s eyes. He almost forgot how blue they are.

“Do you love me?” Satoru asks him and Suguru’s breath catches in his chest.

Suguru knows what Satoru is asking; this is not about their friendship. This is about everything else, all the things they have never talked about and always just took for granted between them.

Still, the answer comes easy to Suguru, because nothing has been quite as true for him as this.

“Yes,” he simply says and Satoru nods as if he didn’t expect anything else.

“Marry me,” he says next and now that catches Suguru completely off guard.

“What?” he breathes out, because surely he must have misheard.

“Marry me,” Satoru repeats. “Be my husband. Let us share everything.”

It is everything Suguru never dared to imagine for himself but he can’t bring himself to agree like he so desperately wants.

Not if Satoru is only doing this for him.

“If you think you can trick me into saying yes so there won’t be debt between us, then you’re wrong,” he says, and his voice almost doesn’t shake. “You don’t have to do that. I’ll figure something out.”

“Suguru,” Satoru says and still, his gaze is just as piercing as before. “It’s not like that, and you know it.”

“Do I? It’s not as if you’ve said something about how you feel,” Suguru almost childishly gives back, but the lack of a confession from Satoru stings.

“I regularly tell you that you’re my one and only. Of course I love you. I’ve loved you since the day I met you.”

“Not true,” Suguru chokes out and now those are definitely tears. “You hated me then.”

“Because I knew how important you’d be to me and I was thrown off,” Satoru immediately replies and there is no doubt in his voice. “It’s always been you.”

“It’s always been you for me, too,” Suguru admits because even the thought of someone else being this important to him is laughable.

It has been Satoru and it always will be Satoru.

“Then marry me. Be my husband and let me share your burden for once. God knows you share enough of mine already.”

“I don’t mind. I never have,” Suguru promises him and his heart feels close to bursting when Satoru smiles at him. And he has missed this so fiercely that he just has to lean forward and taste the smile for himself.

“I know that you don’t mind,” Satoru says when they part. “And I won’t mind having to share this. Or anything else that might come up. As long as it’s you, I won’t mind anything.”

Suguru searches his face for a long moment, fearing to see any traces of doubt but there’s only conviction and love in Satoru’s eyes.

And so there is only one answer Suguru can give.

“Okay.”

#bt writes #beetober23 #jjk #satosugu #stsg #hurt/comfort #overworking #homophobia #love confessions #getting together #marriage proposals #no curses au

[salvatoreren]

Okay, now that this season is over, in fact, i'm glad it was over because I did not feel that it was a season at all, i hate that they basically did not change the opening because it seemed to portray them as lazy or whatnot. The animation always teetered to okay to oh that's not, as I mentioned the obvious and tacky animation of them running to the character, so much for building up the suspense or surprise, in a span of 13 episodes, there are only few that I actually remember, not exactly since Tenjiku is such a scarring arc but Naoto's death, Taiju's fight scene and that Shinichiro flashback scene, like that's the scenes where I was actually impressed, I basically kept skipping the episode because of how lazy and ugly they appeared.

Like, I forgot Tenjiku was supposed to be a heartwrenching arc when all I felt was disappointment, sure, that's on me, I cared about the quality much more than the fact we see the characters animated, but I just wished for proper execution, like a girl can dream and set expectations, you know? Again I don't wish for MAPPA quality animation, I want season 1's animation because that was one of the factors that skyrocketed Tokyo Revengers, why it had the fanbase it had today, the visuals, the openings and the animation was everything, visually appealing, may have been done before but it showed a promising start and that's what gets people going when they start a series or anime especially since black and white characters are coming to life.

I liked the added scenes but the unnecessary ones like again, episode 1, there was no need to take away Smiley's spotlight, since it is the arc in which he is very prominent, Takemichi will have his own spotlight but nah, just give him a win that's from the manga later on which is important because that win was supposed to build up the hype we'd feel for him as he punches Kakucho because we've seen his POV which details all his sufferings, what he went through, what had him go on. Like did they forget Takemichi actually had some wins, very important ones: Kisaki vs TakemichI?

I swear Lidensfilm lost their copy and couldn't tell Wakui or go online to read it and tried their best to remember.

And the unnecessary censorship, like sure, blood, guts but not skulls or tattoos come onnn, why did Disney + have access to this series, give it back to netflix and crunchyroll.

In all the animes I watched the third season has always been peak; MHA, Haikyuu, AOT and I've always loved and cherished them but yeah, this one definitely at the bottom of my rankings unless the upcoming seasons wish to disappoint then well, I'm just sad I won't be able to do my edits. And it didn't even feel like a season, like yes it's a continuation of season 2 so it would be stupid for me to say that but seasons in anime have their own identity? You know?

I just hope now that it's over, Lidenfilms actually slows down and takes their time for the next season especially the upcoming season because it's the BONTEN ARC and everyone loves the Bonten Arc, trust me, Lidenfilms wouldn't want to fumble this arc, this arc changed lives like seriously omg, mine included. So they better straighten the fuck up or i swear to god, i'm actually going to cry

But yeah regardless, since it's tokrev and i have a soft spot for it forever, so i did enjoy it somehow.

#like idc if it loses popularity #ppl are going to come back or be drawn into the bonten arc trusttt #jfc i can't believe the tenjiku arc is done and we're few steps into the final arc #WHY IS IT ENDING SO SOONN NOOO #be like aot pls #tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyorev #tokyo rev

[impishsensei]

some sunday-themed (+ a little on romance/relationships) headcanons that are mostly just a repost from my old blog, though i'm adding quite a bit more so :3c remember these are just my personal headcanons based on my iteration of gojo ❤️ also it's written in a very rambly/stream of thoughts way so i hope it's easy to follow. under the cut for length!

- irt his sexuality, satoru is best described as bi with a preference for women and fem-aligned people. he loves girls! he's literally that one silly "i don't date ugly girls? why? cuz they don't exist" meme bc he just... idk he adores women. soaks in the attention he gets for being a pretty boy like a fucking sponge he thrives on it (yeah he posts thirst traps). he's a lil bit disrespectful tho bc *ldr voice* you're just a man but he does try <3 basically in his eyes women are everything and men are just ken (not including himself). but he does like guys ofc esp pretty boys. ultimately tho, he rly doesn't care that deeply about someone else's gender... if he wants them he wants them

- more on that... satoru's type is generally someone that's cute + shorter than him he loves the shawtys idk. he tends to like people with more pretty/delicate facial features. he's more of an ass/thighs guy but lbr he's not like... so picky about that he will just go a lil crazy in giving them a lot of attention when yk. in terms of looks tho, his type isn't super rigid... he's just more likely to be super initially attracted to the above traits. outside of the more superficial stuff, they have to accept that they're not his first priority and it'll be extremely hard for him to truly let them in. he might never, actually, and it's extremely unfair and he realizes that, which again, is part of why he doesn't see romance in the cards for himself.

- ik i mentioned this a few times before in other posts but i'll say again he's kind of um... for the streets? not to be a dick tho but just... he wants intimacy, but he can't have true intimacy bc of his job/loneliness/priorities etc so he gets it ya know that way. despite this tho, i think he can actually be very sweet and will get crushes and stuff like that. even when he has fwb i think he'll act a bit too familiar/boyfriend-ish that'll have the other person feeling like "uhm... what are we...?" only for him to get cold feet rip. basically, it's not impossible for him to be in a relationship but i think it'd be hard/very heavy slowburn in a rather unconventional way. i don't think it's particularly hard for him to catch feelings if he's fooling around with someone a lot and genuinely likes them, but he'd be in total denial of that, and when it really dawns on him he'd try to ghost. same if someone he's fooling around with tells him they're falling for him... it's difficult to become his romantic partner and not for the weak of will. (is he even worth the struggle? ksadsa idk)

- if one does manage to bag this disaster of a man and he enters a serious relationship i think he's the type to fall very deeply in love! he's super clingy and possessive and he loves attention. he wants his partner to be obsessed with him like he wants to be certain they are never leaving. he's passionate and loves to spoil them rotten. very much into pda and loves to have a hand on them ALWAYS, be it through hand-holding or a hand around the waist. and yes this means he also can't keep his hands off them irt fucking too . the other day i came up with this hilarious idea that satoru can use rct to fill his balls back up so his stamina is endless. enjoy luvs (and yes he absolutely uses his abilities for stupid shit like this)

- in the bedroom... he's a versatile switch on paper but definitely prefers being a dom and a top. subby satoru is an absolute treat tho, he gets real whiney and bratty and then as a dom he's rly a sadistic tease. also he's got an 8 inch pecker bc ofc he does. bastard.

dirty talk - pls he loves the sound of his own voice he will NOT stfu LMAO also he just... idk.. has an absolutely foul mouth and will describe shit in detail and ask nasty ass questions like um someone put this man back in his enclosure. basically he loves to see his partner blush and squirm from the lewd shit that comes out of his mouth. one of his fave things to do is say smth absolutely disgusting in their ear when they're out and about just to see how it gets his partner flustered

notable kinks:

exhibitionism - he likes to fuck in public and also kinda likes to lowkey let it be known that he's fucking his partner. maybe not full-on getting caught but he loves being risky. he'll place a hand on their ass and grope them when talking to someone or have them walk around with a toy inside and ramp it up to the highest setting when they're ordering at a restaurant. yeahhh

voyeurism - he LOVES sending pics and receiving pics and also he loves to watch his partner touch themselves for him. drives him crazy.

breeding - i mean is anyone surprised. i got nothing else to say just he wants to pump someone full of his honored one seed

praise - this one is more directed at himself. he loves to get his ego inflated but he will also praise his partner lots too bc he wants them to feel good

sado-masochist - it's not super extreme but this does play into how much he loves to tease. he wont hurt them too bad but he does y'know like to overstimulate and maybe slap someone around a bit (esp spanking). choking's on the table too, he loves that shit. as for the masochism... subtoru wants his dick to get stepped on and prob wants to get stabbed idk i feel like he's not used to it and he'd go crazy for it a lil bit.

teasing/edging - kinda prob conveyed heavily already by everything above, but he rly will torment someone with slight touches and act like he's innocent and they're the dirty one bc he wants them to beg for it.. yep loves feeding his ego that way and would def be like "nope you gotta say it!" and he rly will not give them what they want until they spell it out for him. i mentioned above the use of toys, but also sending dirty texts/pics, cockwarming, edging, thighfucking so they can feel it but not where they want it... stuff like that.

idk how to really define this but he would love sexy roleplays like. his partner dressing as a maid or a nurse stuff like that lol also related-ish but he v much enjoys seeing his partner dress in sexy clothes to entice him (like lingerie or rly revealing stuff)

not rly a kink but he loves eating pussy/sucking dick/eating ass he will do it all day it will double as rct to his brain anyway this is all i can think of for now, there's way more trust me this man is a total pervert we are fr just scratching the surface here <3 i hope this makes sense and helps u all see more into this little gremlin freak's mind. to anyone who read this thank u and also i am sorry for subjecting u to this

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[mortimermcmirestinks]

So uh, apparently people are sending asks to corporate blogs, Berry, you are much better at wording things than me, so can you please explain to people why that's a bad idea if they don't want tumblr to potentially be further sterilized and infested with ads?(please tell me your secret to wording things better btw)

I'll do my best! o7

TL;DR: sending asks to corporate social media accounts -- even silly or mocking ones -- is giving ammunition to advertisers, and the more that advertisers stay on [tumblr], the suckier the site will get for us, the users.

basically it goes like this:

Before anything else, you need to remember this: social media accounts owned by for-profit corporations are marketing tools, which means they're advertising. Corporations do not use social media outside of marketing; if you see a corporation using marketing, it is always an ad.

Anything you see from Marvel or Disney or Microsoft on [tumblr], Twitter, Reddit, or whatever?

Even if it doesn't say "sponsored", it's an ad, and that's all it is.

Every meme, silly behind-the-scenes video, apology video, announcement, relatable/personable post? They are ads, and ads are the product of advertisers.

A relatable meme posted by Marvel has more in common with an Avengers trailer than it does with a relatable meme posted by one of your friends, so for the rest of this post I'm going to just talk about corporate social media as advertisers, because that is what they are.

Now, advertisers want as many people as possible to see their stuff. Advertisers are exclusively in the business of grabbing attention.

This means that advertisers don't want to scare people away. Advertisers want their ads to be shown as broadly as possible, and they don't want their ads associated with uncomfortable or edgy things.

"Uncomfortable or edgy", of course, is a double-edged sword; on the one hand, when Sean Hannity defends a pedophile on Fox News, the ad boys will pull their ads, because yikes -- but on the other hand, when sex workers try to exist on [tumblr], the ad boys will also pull their ads, because of a long and stupid history of stigma associated with sex in the western world.

And important to remember: advertisers will give [tumblr] money while they're here, and whoever gives [tumblr] money determines the shape of the platform. (this is why you should blaze posts and do the paid ad-free browsing thing)

So here's where we talk about ✨engagement✨!

Engagement, invented by Sir Francis Engagem in 1836, is one of the banes of social media creators everywhere on the internet. It's less of an issue on Tumblr because Tumblr is a trashfire, but what is relevant here is the fact that engagement gives advertisers the means to make more ads.

If you send asks to Marvel:

Marvel will take that as a sign that people are seeing and engaging with their tumblr account, which means that people are seeing and engaging with their ads, which means that they will want to keep doing it.

since [tumblr] is a platform built on collaborative mechanics -- including reblogging, commenting, screenshotting, and, yes, asks -- unless the ask is truly rancid (and most asks, even mocking ones, are not nearly rancid enough to prevent this), sending anyone an ask is providing them with a means to, for lack of a better term, "make content", which, in Marvel's case, means make an ad.

Sending asks to corporate accounts encourages them to stick around and make more ads, which will lead to them having a firmer position on the platform, which will lead to them getting more control over the platform, which will lead to the platform slowly edging out all the "uncomfortable and edgy" stuff.

Do you like having queer spaces on the hellsite? Do you like having weird art on here? Do you like having bizarre memes and unique site culture? Do you like being able to say things like "kill" and "mental health" and "kung pow penis" and "I want to put Benedict Cumberbatch in a blender"?

Then ignore and block every corporate account you see.

do not engage. do not ask. do not reblog. block block block.

this post links to a compendium of corporate blogs. use it to block them fucking all.

spread the word

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(and idk if I word things well or not? my go-to for wording things is to just try to make things as clear as humanly possible and be very specific about what words I use and when)

#rant #important #tumblr happenings

[messrsbyler]

hiiii 💟 what do you think mike and will’s favorite things about each other are? what are YOUR favorite things about the both of them?

Okay, I love the question! And being completely honest? I think everything about the other is their favorite thing. Yes, that sounds like a lame answer, but hear me out. Will and Mike know each other better than anyone else, and there's a lot the admire and love about each other. So, of course I could say Mike loves the way Will is so kind and honest, how he takes care of others and how he puts passion into his art, how even when life threw many curved balls at him it still didn't fuck him up. Will remains soft around the edges, always ready to listen to you and offer you comfort. And Will loves Mike's strength and how he's naturally the leader of their party, or the way Mike shamelessly enjoys things, how creative he is coming up with campaigns none of them could ever put together, how Mike throws all of himself, making voices for characters and adding his own edge to things that has Will's blood running fast and his heart hammering inside his chest. But Will also loves how gentle Mike can be, how he always looks for justice and how he is always ready to lend a hand. Will loves Mike's soft spots and how Will is the one that has access to most.

But I also think their favorite things are small things others might look past. Like how one of Will's favorite things would be the way Mike's nose scrunches a little when he smiles, or the way his mouth goes a bit lopsided when he is deep into thought, how he has the habit of losing things that are in plain sight because it's just cute seeing him struggle and maybe Will has a bit of fun seeing Mike looking confused because "where the hell did I put my notebook? I've been looking for ages and- Oh, never mind. It's right here. Goddamnit." And Mike's favorite things about Will includes the mole right above his lip, or the way Will messes with his hair when he is distracted, or how he is always humming that stupid song he loves and that Mike is most definitely tired of. He would never play it on the radio, but he gets some kind of butterfly all around his stomach when Will sings it under his breath not even noticing he's doing it, because that means he's having a good day, and Mike loves it when Will has good days. Mike also loves the way more times than not Will's hands are smeared in different colors because he was painting. Oh, and Mike loves the way Will listens to his stories and them crafts them in a canvas, as if he could see right inside Mike's thoughts and bring to life everything that lives in there.

So, they have many favorite things about each other, some broader and some that are little details the rest of the world might ignore but that each other can't help but notice.

And my favorite things about them? Well, there's so MANY! I think they are amazing characters, so well developed and crafted. If I had to choose one thing, it would be that Will always finds a way to bring the best out of people and offer them comfort not in a overbearing way, it's like he always finds the way to be there for others even when many people who were supposed to be there for him weren't. And about Mike, my favorite thing.... IT'S SO HARD TO PICK ONE THING THOUGH THAT'S MY BLORBO! But if you twist my arm and made me pick one it would be... How he takes the experiences he went through and the trauma, and instead of letting those things fuck him up he decides he wants to use those experiences so the people around him don't have to go through it. First example that comes to mind is how he took in El even when both Dustin and Lucas weren't on board with the idea, because Mike knows what it is like to be left behind and neglected, he knows what it is like to feel helpless in a place that's supposed to be your home, so seeing El in the woods all alone, it pushed him to do something because Mike doesn't want the rest to feel what he feels.

ANYHOW that turned out to be longer than it should've sooooo, I'm outta here.

Thank you for the ask! And I'm sorry it took me so long to reply!

#ask #byler #byler tumblr

[em-writes-stuff-sometimes]

Hey, I'm the anon who gave that list of food:

Lamo Aelys was so angry for no reason. She's deffo gon' be chaotic like her daddy. The new chapter was great. Venison with clotted cream and jam? Yikes. That is truly reprehensible. I love it. Looks like Babey's gonna be a mummy now. Daemon can't hit for like 3 months while Babey's recovering , hahaha. Great chapter! Gerardys needs to gooooooooooooo. He was so excited about the possibility of cutting Babey up. I don't trust the maester’s! Go ULLA! she's great, and yes, Daemon is a stupid boy. I agree 100%. Babey, being nervous, the babies won't like her crib preparations was 🥹🥹🥹. Daerons gonna be sooo excited about his new neice and nephew/ siblings.

Thannnnnnkkksssss

Hellooooo, nonnie! Thank you so so much for that food ask; I cannot tell you HOW MANY TIMES I have looked at it for inspo. It is a core part of my resource hoard now, haha! (It literally is - I have a tag that I compile writing resources for ASOIAF on for my own use, and I refer back to yours loads!)

Aelys was big grumpy, lol - prolly because she was pretzeled up and shoved out of a cooter ass-first, during which she’d have been dangling in the air by her mama’s cooch 💀 plus, she IS the drama. GTFO Daemon, your 2.0 has arrived, lol.

I’m so glad you enjoyed the chapter! I was originally going with venison and just jam, but the more I thought about it the more I was kinda into the idea of trying it; like, turkey and cranberries works, pork and stewed apples, why not venison and jam? So I added cream in there to really fuck it up - that made it disgusting enough for me, I truly hate cream (long story short, I had an eating disorder when I was a child that has forever put me off it plain/stand-alone dairy products - most I can tolerate is cheese so long as it isn’t overly processed).

Poor, poor Daemon - ain’t no peen-in-veen action for a while, haha! His dick is in daddy jail, he’ll have to find other ways to cope. You bet he’s got some fucked up countdown scrawled somewhere to the day he gets vag again! Gerardys was an ignorant moron, but I’m hoping Ūlla’s showed him the light and he’s gonna be less annoying in the future; he’s a trusted physician in canon, so we’ve got some inroads to make there, I suppose. I’ll give him some wins, help him out a bit.

I’m hoping to include some reaction scenes next chapter (still haven’t started haha, taking one more day and I’ll start planning on Monday) which should include Daeron! I love him so muuuuuch.

Thank you so much, nonnie! You have SAVED MY LYFE with your expertise!

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[felicityphoenix5]

Sup folks hello and welcome to my blog i am Nix or Felix and i post things (shockingly, yes, i know /sar)

[My Tagging "System"] [Ao3]

hi. I'm Canadian, a minor, adhd, and i use xe/xem/xyr pronouns.

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I LIKE UNDERTALE AND DELTARUNE EXPECT THAT HERE

i am primarily a minecraft youtube blog, and i post about the following smps;

Empires, Hermitcraft, Trafficlives, Lifesteal and others

other interests include Good Omens, Wings of Fire, How To Train Your Dragon and other spinoffs like Race To The Edge, Warriors, Rick Riordan books and other things that I'm forgetting atm but will remember !! (probably)

however, these are just guidelines really, ill reblog pretty much anything that's cool/weird/funny lmao

and also trigun. apparently i post that now too (smth smth one hyperfixated mutual has the power of one thousand ad campaigns or smth)

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@lifesteal-headcanons !! I'm the (currently) singular mod over there, send your headcanons!! I promise that everyone there is really really normal and totally didn't start a three-season roleplay accidentally!!!

Actually, speaking of roleplay-

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What is it? Why should you care? Why are me and my friends so obsessed with it?

The Otterverse is a currently three-season roleplay story that i do with @inkygreyfox, @wallace-marte @donatelloturtle, @wisp-exe, @gumy-shark, @cats-thoughts and a bunch of other anons! each of us has our own character(s), and the majority of it is acted out in Mist's inbox (yet another reason to follow it). For better explanations, go here (s1 + s2 recap), here and here, (general overviews),

You should care about it because it's cool. Hmm? that answer not good enough for you? fine, how about this one then.

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Do YOU like LESBIANS? Shakesperian tragedy? Hamilton? The Apocalypse? Literally Every Character Is Queer And No I'm Not Exaggerating? More Lesbians? Angst? WELL, DO I HAVE THE STORY FOR YOU!!

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